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They kissed for a long time. Since they’d never done it before, it was thrilling. Entirely new. And incredibly intimate.

After a while, he pulled off her gown and stroked her body. Made her come with two fingers inside her even as they were still kissing. She gasped wetly into his mouth and finally had to turn her head as she shook through her orgasm.

She was going to return the favor, but he didn’t let her. He quickly stripped out of his pajama pants and then pulled her into position above him, poised over his groin, straddling his hips.

Eve didn’t have a lot of experience with this position, but Jude clearly wanted to try it, and he made it easy by helping her get her body where it was supposed to be. He held his erection as she sheathed it, and then he guided her rhythm as she started to ride him.

It was better than she would have imagined. Usually she felt kind of stressed being on top, but she wasn’t now at all. Jude gazed up at her with naked admiration on his face. Akin to awe. And it was mesmerizing and intensely gratifying.

They went slow at first so they could make it last. She tried different angles and speeds until she found the one she liked the best. Then Jude began rocking his hips up from below, creating more friction, more impact. Soon another orgasm tightened inside her. She huffed and bounced above him as she worked toward it. Jude kept murmuring soft, hoarse encouragements, and she made a silly babbling sound as she fell into release.

By that point, Jude was close too. He was grunting the way he always did when he really got going. He bucked up into her harder now, and she would have lost her balance had he not been holding her hips firmly in place.

He let out a loud burst of sound as he came, rolling his hips as he ejaculated inside her.

She was hot and tired and kind of shaky as they finally grew still, but she was also awash with deep satisfaction.

Jude’s expression was utterly sated. He was still gasping for breath and occasionally making humming sounds like he couldn’t quite keep silent. He was still gazing up at her with that deep appreciation.

Something about it made her nervous again. She wasn’t sure what it could be since this was exactly what she’d wanted. But at a sudden chill of self-consciousness, she climbed off his body, found her gown, and went to the bathroom to clean up.

She washed her face and stared at herself in the mirror. Red cheeks. Wild eyes. Tousled hair.

It looked like she’d just been fucked good, and part of her really liked it.

But that slight nervousness was still there.

It didn’t make sense, and she wasn’t going to convey any of it to Jude. He was far too observant. If she wasn’t careful, he would see it and be hurt by it.

When she left the bathroom, Jude was still sprawled out, smiling and exhausted.

She liked the looks of him so much that she was distracted from her nerves. She climbed back into bed beside him. “Can you move?”

“Not yet.”

She laughed softly and stroked his chest. His face. She tried to smooth down that one unruly sprig in his beard.

After a minute, he grabbed her hand. Pressed a kiss into her palm. Then groaned as he rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom.

When he was done in there, he pulled on his pajama pants and got into bed beside her.

She turned off her lamp, and the room fell into darkness.

She wanted to snuggle with him since she was still feeling jittery and oddly needy, but guys didn’t always like that. He should get what he wanted in whatever time he had left.

“Why are you all the way over there?” he asked in a grumpy tone.

“What?”

He dragged her over to his side, settling her beside him and wrapping an arm around her.

She giggled again.

He nuzzled her hair. Maybe kissed her too. “You feel all right about everything?” he murmured. “About us, I mean.”

She was feeling so much she had no idea how her body could contain it, and much of it was good.

But not all of it.

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