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lotion  on  my ha nd  and  then  pull hi s arm to my lap. He  opens  hi s ey es

                and  looks up at me.
                    “Wha t are  you doing ?” he  mumbles .
                    “Shh.   Go  back  to  sleep ,”  I  say.  I  pres s  my  thu mbs  int o  the  palm  of
                hi s  hand   and   rotate  them  upward  and   then  out.  His  ey es   fall  shu t  and
                he   groans    int o   the   pillow.   I   cont inu e   massaging    hi s   ha nd    for   about
                fiv e   minu tes    bef ore   switchi ng    to   hi s   other   ha nd .   He   keep s   hi s   ey es

                closed   the   who le  time.   When     I’m  fini shed   with  hi s  ha nd s,  I  roll  hi m
                ont o  hi s  stomach     and   straddle   hi s  back.  He   assists  me   in   pulling   off
                hi s shi rt, but hi s arms are  like  no odles .
                    I  massage    hi s  sho ulders   and   hi s  nec k  and   hi s  back  and   hi s  arms.
                When  I’m fini shed , I roll off of hi m and  lie  down  bes ide  hi m.
                    I’m  runni ng   my  fing ers   thro ugh       hi s  ha ir   and   massaging   hi s  scalp
                when    he   opens   hi s  ey es .  “Lily?”  he   whi spers ,  looking   at  me  sinc erel y.

                “You just might  be  the  bes t thi ng  tha t’s ev er  ha ppened  to me. ”
                    Tho se   words    wrap    around    me    like   a   warm   blank et .   I   don’t   kno w
                wha t to say in  res pons e.  He  lifts a ha nd  and  gent ly cups my cheek , and
                I   feel    hi s   stare   deep    in   my   stomach.    Slowly,   he   lea ns    for ward   and
                pres ses  hi s lips to mine.  I ex pect a pec k, but he  does n’t pull back. The
                tip  of  his  tong ue  slides   across  my  lips,  parting   them   softly.  His  mouth

                is so warm, I moan  as hi s kiss grows deep er.
                    He  rolls  me  onto  my  back  and   then  drags  hi s  ha nd   down  my  body,
                straight   to  my  hi p.  He  moves   closer,  sliding   hi s  ha nd   down  my  thi gh.
                He  pushes   agains t  me  and   a  surge  of  hea t  sho ots  ins ide  me.   I  grab  a
                fis tful  of  hi s  ha ir  and   whi sper  agains t  hi s  mouth.   “I  thi nk   we’v e  waited
                long  eno ugh.  I would ver y much  like  for you to fuck me  no w.”
                    He  practically  growls  with  a  renew ed   sens e  of  energ y  and   beg ins   to

                pull   my   shi rt   off.   It   bec omes    an   int erl ude   of   ha nd s   and    moans    and
                tong ues    and    swea t.   I   feel    like   thi s   is   the   firs t   time   I’ve   ev er   been
                touched      by   a   man.    The   few    who    came   bef ore   hi m   were   all   boys—
                ner vous    ha nd s   and    timid   mouths .    But   R yle   is   all   confid enc e.    He
                kno ws ex actly where  to touch  me  and  ex actly ho w to kiss me.
                    The   onl y  time   he’s  no t  giving   my  body  hi s  und ivided   attent ion      is

                when     he  rea ches   to  the   floor  and   fis hes   a  cond om  out  of  hi s  wallet .
                Onc e    he’s   back   und er   the   covers    and    the   cond om    is   in   place,    he
                does n’t  ev en  hes itate.   He  takes   me  brazenl y  in  one  swift  thru st  and   I
                gasp int o hi s mouth,  ev er y muscle  in  me  tens ing .
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