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He begins to trail soft, wet kisses down my belly and I gasp when I feel his hands push my thighs apart. He glances up at me and smiles. Then he goes to work on my inner thighs, kissing and sucking each one in turn, until he reaches his destination at the crest of my thighs. My heart begins to pound as I realize what he’s about to do and I’m so nervous. He kisses the most intimate part of me, his tongue venturing into places so private no one knows but me, and I am lost in the heavenly and unfamiliar sensations. My hands grasp at the sheets beneath me and I moan loudly as my hips begin to rotate to his rhythm. “Joshua,” I mumble almost incoherently. He turns his attention to the very apex of my thighs, slowly circling my clitoris with his tongue and my world stops. All conscious thought is gone as my body shudders uncontrollably and my orgasm quickly takes over, shattering me. I am gone for several minutes, completely lost in wave after wave of pleasure.

Panting, I am vaguely aware that he leaves the bed for a moment and I think I hear him toss something onto the bedside table. And as the aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me, I wonder
how did he do that with just his mouth?
When I feel him climb back onto the bed, I look up and he is kneeling between my legs and ripping open a small foil packet in his fingers.

Oh. Condoms.

This is really happening. And suddenly, I am more than nervous. My breathing quickens and my heartbeat accelerates and I feel that I should tell him something before we do this.

“Wait, please,” I whisper urgently, “wait.”

He looks at me intently, his eyes studying mine and he frowns slightly. “Samantha, what’s wrong?” he asks, and his voice is laced with concern. Or alarm.

I am really panting now, and I’m not sure if it’s from passion or panic. “Um.” It’s all I can manage to say.

He lowers himself to the bed on top of me, his weight supported on his left forearm and, with his other hand, he gently caresses my face. “Sam. Talk to me,” he whispers. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I say softly. Nervously. “It’s just … um. It’s just that … I’ve never done this before.” My voice sounds so small to me and I know it’s because I’m worried about what he’ll say. I feel the slight blush creeping over my already heated face. But I want him to know before we go forward. I don’t know why. I just feel it’s important.

He freezes at my words and his eyes widen a fraction. Then he frowns. “You’ve never had sex before?” he asks, and his voice is unreadable.

“No,” I say softly, slightly shaking my head.

He sighs heavily and runs his hand through his hair, glancing around the room. Then he turns back to me and looks deep into my eyes. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” I say without hesitation. “I don’t want to stop. I just wanted you to know.”

His reaction to my response is puzzling. He looks relieved at first and he caresses my face once more, a small smile playing gently over his perfect lips. Then suddenly he frowns deeply and he seems upset. “Shit,” he mutters softly, then he rolls over onto his back on the other side of the bed.

No! Why are we stopping?
Sitting up and pulling the sheet over my breasts, I turn and look at him. He’s lying on his back with an arm placed over his eyes. “Why are we stopping?” I ask him, feeling hurt. “Is it … is it a turn off for you? The fact that I’m … a virgin?”

He chuckles slightly and then lowers his arm to look at me. He reaches up and caresses my face once more, saying, “No, Samantha. The fact that you are a virgin is not a turn off.” He chuckles again and mumbles, “Just the opposite actually.”

Oh?
“Then I don’t understand,” I say quietly.

He sighs again and is quiet for a few moments. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself. Then he sits up abruptly and looks me in the eye. “Samantha,” he begins hesitantly, “I didn’t stop because of you. I stopped because of me.” His gaze is intense as he looks at me, his bright blue eyes clouded like a coming storm, and he seems troubled somehow. I say nothing as I wait for him to explain. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, running a hand through his hair. Then he says, “In light of this new … information, Samantha, there is something you need to know about me before we go any further.”

What a strange thing to say. My imagination is swiftly running away with me; the possibilities could be endless. And he seems agitated, as if he’s really worried about whatever it is he’s going to tell me.

“Samantha,” he hesitates again, running both his hands through his hair this time. And he’s having trouble looking me in the eye. Oh, shit. Whatever it is, I don’t think this is going to be good. He swallows and licks his beautiful lips, distracting me for a second. “I don’t do relationships,” he says bluntly. And then he looks at me apologetically. “I have never had a girlfriend, Sam. I don’t date. I don’t have … relationships.”

I am speechless. What the hell does that mean? What am I supposed to say to that? I look at him with bewilderment, waiting for him to continue because I just don’t know what to say.

He sighs again and says, “Samantha, I have one-night stands. I have random, meaningless, one-time sexual encounters. Nothing more.”

I don’t understand. “Why?” I ask softly, feeling more than a little confused.

“Because that’s all I’m interested in,” he says emphatically. Only his eyes say something different and I don’t know what to think. “Or at least … it was. But there is something about you, Samantha.” His eyes are burning into mine and his intensity overpowers me. “I want you so badly. More than I have ever wanted anyone before. But I don’t know what will happen in the morning. If we have sex tonight, I don’t know how I’ll feel the morning after, and I don’t want to hurt you by not sticking around.”

I am floored. Only-one night stands? Never had a relationship? Why? Something about me? What does he mean by that? That he’s interested in more than just a one night stand with me? There are so many questions and he’s not offering any answers. What am I supposed to think?

“So, now that you know,” he says quietly, “the decision is yours, Samantha. If you still want to continue, baby, I will
gladly
continue. But if you want to stop now, and keep our relationship strictly professional, I understand and I will abide by that. I’ll even take myself off this case if you want.”

I blink at his words. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to think. Do I want to do this now, given all that he’s told me? Will I be just another one-night stand to him? Do I want that?
No. Of course not.
But I want him. And he said he wants me too. More than he’s ever wanted anyone. He said there is something about me. What does that mean? Something different? Something different than the other girls he’s been with? Something that might make him want more than just random, meaningless sex with me?

Oh, this is going to drive me crazy. I sit staring into eyes as deep as oceans and he is watching me closely, studying my face, trying to read me. And he looks worried. Why would he be worried if he only wanted a one-night stand? Why did he wait for me in the museum parking lot tonight? Would he have done something so sweet and thoughtful for someone he only wanted a meaningless, one-time sexual encounter with? That doesn’t make any sense, does it?

Slowly, I lean forward and softly press my lips to his. I look up into his confused blue gaze and kiss him again. He responds, letting his tongue play sensually with mine for a few seconds. Then he pulls back and looks at me, his eyes asking a silent question.

“Please, continue,” I whisper, holding his gaze. I don’t have to ask him twice. He grabs my head, his fingers threading in my hair as he kisses me passionately. Hungrily. I moan into his mouth and my hands find him, tentatively exploring his chest and his back. He feels so good beneath my hands. Before I am aware of it, he has me on my back again and his hands roam over my body, gently caressing and squeezing as they explore. His mouth latches onto one nipple while his fingers gently squeeze and tease the other. The smoldering embers of desire that had cooled during his confession ignite spontaneously, and I am on fire. He keeps up the exquisite torture on my breasts, he just doesn’t stop and my body squirms and bows beneath him and I begin to whimper.

The sound seems to spur something within him. He groans in response and he begins to move with an urgency I can’t explain. He hungrily kisses a short trail from my breasts down to my navel and then he rears up into a kneeling position and I watch, captivated, as he rolls a condom over his impressive length. My breath hitches and I can feel my blood singing in my veins. He positions himself at the opening of my sex and looks up into my eyes.

“You can still change your mind,” he whispers, panting slightly and searching my eyes.

“Please, don’t stop,” I whisper.

He groans softly at my words, and firmly but gently pushes into me. I gasp, my wide eyes never leaving his and I clutch his arms. His breathing is harsh as he gazes at me. Slowly, he pulls back until he’s almost left me, then he surges forward again, this time venturing further into me and I cry out as I feel the small bite of pain deep inside me. He freezes and studies me. “Sam?”

“Please, don’t stop,” I repeat with a whimper.

He groans again and repeats the motion, slowly pulling back and surging forward again, filling me completely. I cry out once again, but the feeling is difficult to describe. It is somewhat painful, but also … good. Pleasurable. Incredibly pleasurable.
Oh!

Shifting onto his elbows, he brings his full weight down on top of me and his face is just inches from mine. “You are so tight, baby,” he whispers, kissing my lips softly. “You feel so good.”

I moan loudly, his words spurring my desire. He begins to really move then, in and out, long, delicious strokes, setting up a purposeful, insistent rhythm and my hips begin to move in response. “Joshua,” I call out, my voice soft and strained as a thin sheen of sweat begins to form on my brow. I meet his thrusts and he increases his speed, pounding into me fiercely. Our ragged breaths mingling with our grunts and moans as our bodies writhe against one another. I can feel myself building, the pressure increasing. My legs begin to stiffen and my insides start to quiver.
Oh, my God!
This is different from the first time. Bigger. Bolder.

“Oh, baby,” he grunts as he pumps into me. “Ah! Come with me, Sam.”

But I am already exploding beneath him and his words are like dropping a match onto gasoline. I blaze and shatter into a million tiny pieces, calling his name and losing all coherent thought as he drills furiously into me and then stills. He collapses on top of me and I can feel the full weight of him as I try fruitlessly to catch my breath. We are both panting and I can feel his harsh breath on my skin as his face is buried in my neck.
Holy fucking cow! That was amazing!

He raises up suddenly and looks at me. “Am I crushing you?” he asks quietly. He is still inside me and I am still trembling with aftershocks.
Wow.

“I don’t mind,” I whisper honestly and he smiles at me. That heart-stopping, beautiful smile of his.
Wow!
I remember the first time I saw that smile while I was still in the hospital. He leans in as if to kiss me but he doesn’t. Instead he simply runs his nose along mine. And then he lets his lips lightly graze my face. The sensation tickles lightly and it makes me shudder more. He kisses me deeply then, letting his tongue slowly explore my mouth. He looks into my eyes for a long moment and then he moves, pulling out of me and moving to the other side of the bed. He removes his condom and lets it drop to the floor and lays back against the pillows.

As I watch him, he lifts his right arm and places it behind his head. Then he turns and pierces me with those eyes. “Come here.” His deep voice is soft and commanding and I don’t hesitate. I scoot over to him and he wraps his arm around me, allowing me to rest my head on his chest. He softly kisses the top of my head. “Are you okay?” he asks me softly.

I nod, loving the feel of his hard muscle and the tickle of his baby fine chest hair beneath my cheek. My fingers begin lightly running through that chest hair.

“Sam, look at me,” he commands softly and I raise my head to look into his eyes. He is studying my face intently. “Did I hurt you?” he asks softly, and I see real concern in his eyes.

“Only at first,” I answer truthfully, my eyes never leaving his. Then I smile slightly, softly blushing as I add, “But it got much better.”

He blinks at my response, then he grins at me and looks relieved, and he runs a hand lightly over the top of my head. I lower my head to his chest again and relish the feel of my body so close to his. We are silent for a long while and his hand plays gently in my hair. I wonder what he’s thinking but I refuse to ask. And I wonder again about his confession before he made love to me. What was all that about? Why doesn’t he have girlfriends? Why does he go from one random encounter to another? Who would want to live that way? It just doesn’t make any sense. The picture he painted for me with that confession is of a man who doesn’t care about anything or anyone. A man who is only out for what he can get. Who takes and never gives. That portrait doesn’t jibe with the incredibly caring, gentle, sweet man that he has shown me. I just don’t understand.

I feel his hand on my back and he runs his fingers lightly over my skin. I moan softly and his touch becomes more purposeful as his hand travels down to my backside. He lets it play softly over my behind, caressing and gently squeezing and I moan again. With his free hand, he cups my chin and lifts it, bringing my face up to meet his, and he kisses me deeply. He holds me tightly with his left arm, pulling me closer to him and I can feel his erection at my belly.
Holy cow. Again!
My heart rate spikes and my breathing quickens.

His hand travels from my face down to my breast and I moan again as he cups it and lightly squeezes, taking the now erect nipple between his fingers and teasing gently as he continues to kiss me passionately. I run my hands over his flesh and I marvel at the feel of him. His erection pokes at my belly and I gasp in surprise when he wraps both arms around me and moves suddenly, shifting me on top of him. With his legs, he parts mine so that they’re on either side of his.

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