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I keep pushing forward until I'm buried to the hilt inside of her. I gulp, nervous to move and hurt her.

But she leads and starts pulling herself away from me.

"Oh… my… god," she breathes out.

"Are you—"

"That feels amazing," she cries.

"Again?" I ask.

"Again," she says.

And I slowly thrust into her again. Our bodies adjust to the new sensations of getting to know each other. And as I keep moving she reaches between her legs and plays with herself.

The sounds coming from her edge me further and further to the point of no return. And when she screams out her release, pulsing all around me, she takes me over the edge right along with her.

I go still, pouring into her. And after we kiss, and shower, and order room service. She climbs into bed beside me and lays her head on my chest.

"Thank you," she says.

I look at her. "Um… you're welcome?" I chuckle.

"No… it's just. I've always wanted to do that. And I never thought I'd be with someone who could make me feel… so free."

I pull her tighter to me and kiss the top of her head. "With you, Rina. I'm willing to try anything."

"Anything?" she says, looking up at me.

Chapter 28

Rina

"For the record," Keelan shouts into his headset. "This isn't what I had in mind when I said anything."

The helicopter dips down into the New York skyline, and suddenly, we're plunging down near buildings where people are busy at work.

"You said anything," I remind him, laughing as the g-forces from the drop tickle my stomach.

Keelan screams, and the sound makes me laugh even more.

Okay, maybe an extreme helicopter tour of the city wasn't exactly what he had in mind. But Keelan and I have never been on a real date and it felt like, maybe being in a different city, we should give it a try.

"I'm so glad we're waiting until after to e-e-at," he says, drawing in a sharp breath as the helicopter pilot pushes up and out of the area. He grabs onto my thigh and squeezes, and I put my hand over his.

"You know… I thought quiet, nerdy girls enjoyed things like reading in the park," Keelan says. "I was very, very wrong."

"Quiet and nerdy doesn't equal boring," I inform him.

"Clearly," he says, nearly dry heaving.

Once we're back on solid ground and no longer at risk of falling out of the sky. We sneak into a little hole-in-wall brunch spot I found online. It used to be a speakeasy and has now been converted into a local's reprieve from the big city.

"Just act normal," I whisper to him as the waiter seats us in a dark corner table for two. "We have to blend in with the locals."

"Ey, fo-get about it," Keelan says obnoxiously loud, and I bury my face into my hands and try to disappear.

The waiter gives him a look and tells us he'll be back with the menus, and when he's finally away from us, I throw a balled-up napkin at Keelan, laughing.

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