Page 174 of Champagne Fizz

“You okay?” he asks.

Simon is inside me, and I can’t imagine anything more okay in the world.

“Yes,” I gasp out, not sure I’ve been breathing this whole time. And with that one breath, a storm cloud of heat barrels ahead. I cry out as my hips buck instinctually to take more of him, and suddenly we’re moving together, my body rolling to meet his motions, our skin an ocean sliding back and forth.

“Oh gosh—!”

Simon’s inside me. I’m having sex. I’m not a virgin anymore.

Perhaps from that realization alone—I come.

I come in a blinding flash of ecstasy like an imploding sun.

I come on Simon’s cock as he holds me and pumps into me and looks down at me like he’s never seen anything more perfect—and I might have to agree. I shatter in his arms just as we’ve begun, and Simon whispers in my ear that I may be the only virgin who’s ever orgasmed during her first time.

I tell him that can’t be true, but as he continues to move, I feel the pressure budding inside me again, and I know it won’t be long before I’m coming again.

“I might be the first virgin to orgasm more than once on her first time,” I counter as I feel the pressure building. Simon groans and increases his pace, and I can tell he’s being soft and delicate, but even that has me delirious.

Candles flicker and gold light paints our skin, and I don’t count how many times Simon makes me come. I just let the ecstasy flow from my toes to fingertips to my pussy on fire. I’m in some clouded state of bliss that isn’t quite consciousness as we fuse together.

When Simon comes, I think the universe explodes. Suddenly, I understand what it means to be ever-expanding, to be vast and wide and full, and how two insignificant people can feel like a miracle.

When we pull apart and lie side by side gasping, I put my hand on his chest and revel in the sound of his beating heart.

“I’m glad I waited,” I say, and his fingers lace through mine. “I’ve spent my adult life afraid of finding you. I didn’t know … I didn’t believe …”

Simon wraps his arms around me and starts kissing.

“No more virgin,” Simon says, nibbling across my chin. “Now you’re just a normal, every-day woman who has easy orgasms. How boring.”

I pinch him and he squirms.

“Yes,” I chide. “A normal, everyday woman who’s going to want to have sex all the time now.”

“You’re such a tease,” Simon groans as his arms tighten around me. “You may recuperate in five minutes, miracle woman, but I don’t.”

“No?” I taunt, snuggling up against his warm body. “I guess I’ll have to find something else to do with the rest of my night.”

“Mmmmm,” Simon says against my neck. “Then I probably shouldn’t tell you I have tickets to that Sue Blade taping.”

“Wait!” I sit up, nearly tossing him off of me. “You have tickets to see Sue Blade? In person? Tonight? As in, that’s happening right now?”

Simon rolls over and finds his glasses, then he swipes two tickets off the night stand and hands them to me.

“What!” I stare at the tickets, then back at him. “Why are we not at this?”

“Um,” he smiles and looks at me naked, “you were wearingthe dress.”

“I could have worn the dress to the taping,” I point out. “And all this could have happened after.”

Simon shakes his head and clicks his tongue at me. “You weren’t wearing anything under the dress.”

“Well, I could have waited one more night, Superman! Why didn’t you tell me about this!”

“It was a surprise,” Simon says with a cheeky grin. “Though I admit, your surprise was better.”

“I can’t believe we’re missing this!”

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