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When I let go of her, she drops to her knees in front of me, worshipping my cock. Her long, soft tongue traces a wet line from my balls and up my shaft to the head, where she dips the tip of her tongue into the slit.

She looks sexy doing it. I watch her every move as she opens her mouth wide and swallows my length deep into her throat. I groan, and pull my fingers through her hair. She tries to take it all, but it’s impossible. A valiant effort, though. She pulls back then dives right back in for more, causing wave after wave of pleasure. I hold the back of her head steady and slowly fuck her silky mouth. With one hand she plays with my balls, kneading the skin, rolling them between her fingers. With her other hand, she strokes the base of my cock.

She brings me to the edge and I pull out of her mouth before I can tip over the point of no return.

I pull her up into my arms and kiss her. She looks surprised.

“What?” I say, breaking the kiss.

“Um, I didn’t think guys liked to kiss after …” She nods down at my dick.

I smile at her shyness of saying certain words. “When are you going to learn I’m not like most guys?”

I kiss her again, sliding my tongue into her mouth, letting her know that when it comes to being with her, nothing that could bring us pleasure is off limits. We are trailblazers and our bodies are uncharted territory for both of us, wide-open spaces in need of exploring.

“I need you so bad,” I tell her, my breath heavy with lust.

“Then take me,” she insists.

I spin her around so fast she lets out a startled laugh.

“Oh!” she says when I bend her over the arm of the couch so her delectable ass is up in the air. Slowly, I enter her from behind. “Oh, fuck.” Her voice gets deeper and then there are no more words, just sounds.

She rolls her hips. The smooth, fluid motion reminds me of the way she dances. I slow my thrusts to watch the show, hypnotized by her the same way I was when I watched her on stage. We find a beautiful rhythm together. The muscles flexing in her back when she moves, the musical sound of her voice as she moans, these things mesmerize me.

“Ram,” she says.

She’s either saying my name or making a demand. I respond by pushing harder into her. Her body rewards me by squeezing my cock.

I want to see her face. I want to feel her under me. I pull out. Her disappointment is almost comical.

“It’s okay, baby. It’ll only take a second,” I assure her.

I’m not happy about leaving the warmth and comfort of her body either. We fit together too perfectly to ever be apart—in more ways than one.

Once she’s on her back on the couch, and I slide back into her, we both sigh in relief. We look into each other’s eyes. I kiss the tip of her nose. If there was any doubt of her feelings about me before, there isn’t anymore. Every ounce of emotion is written all over her face. I have no doubt that this woman loves me and I love her.

Her fingers grip my back, nails digging into my flesh. I thrust faster. Her eyelids flutter. I push harder, never letting my gaze travel further than her face. I want to watch the moment it happens, the moment I push her to the brink.

This is a different kind of ‘making love.’ Not slow and sweet the way you see in movies. This is something else. Our bodies slap together with force. It’s aggressive and blinding, a flurry of motion, but our eyes never leave each other’s. This is our kind of love. Exciting and new and different for both of us. We’re still trying to figure it out. We’re learning each other. I’ve never had this much fun being schooled.

“Oh shit,” she says, her eyes widening.

Her jaw clenches and her body comes off the couch, pressing her chest to mine. “Keep your eyes open, baby,” I say to her. “Look at me.”

She obeys, and I get to watch the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen—my girl—lose herself to me.

13

Ram

It’s Cadie’s big night. I sit toward the front of the theater, my ticket in hand, picking at the edges as I wait for her to come on stage. The crowd rolls in around me. The mix of cologne and perfume leave a cloud in the air and gives me a slight headache. All these people are here to see my girl, the star of the show. They won’t be sorry. I imagine there won’t be a dry eye in the house by the time she’s done. It still gets to me every time, seeing her perform. It’s funny. Before meeting Cadie, if someone had told me I would be sitting here, right now, I would’ve laughed.

“Looks like I got here just in time,” Tim says, sliding into the seat beside me.

His wife waves at me. “Hi Ram, you look so handsome tonight.”

“And you look stunning, Marlene,” I tell her.

She blushes and waves the compliment away.

I introduced Cadie to them last week. They hit it off right away, and Tim actually told me he was proud of me. Tim is like a father to me. I respect his opinion. And the fact that he approves of Cadie just makes being with her even better.

“Thanks for being here,” I tell him.

He gives me a paternal smile. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The dark stage lights up and Cadie comes out, glowing in the spotlight. The music starts and her body begins to move. When she dances it’s as if everyone holds their breath. There’s not a single sound to be heard except the music. She leaps and jumps as if gravity doesn’t apply to her. Her body bends and twists as if she doesn’t have a spine.

Tim dabs at the corners of his eyes with the same dirty handkerchief he carries with him at work, and I smile. My heart swells with pride and love for my girl. At the end of her performance, the audience stands. The roar of applause is deafening. The yips and whistles ring in my ears long after the show is over.

“Tell Cadie she was amazing, won’t you?” Marlene says.

“She’s really something,” Tim says, tilting his head down so that I don’t see the tears still glittering in his eyes.

“You’re not going to go see her?” I say.

“Nah, she has plenty of admirers to keep her company.” Tim leans in and gives me a nudge with his elbow. “And I suspect you’ll be wanting to get her home as soon as possible.”

His not-so-subtle wink makes me laugh.

“Come on you old hound, stop embarrassing the boy and let’s get out of here before the traffic gets crazy,” Marlene says. She points at me. “You bring that girl over for dinner sometime next week.”

“I will,” I say.

Once Tim and Marlene are gone, I push my way through the packed house and head back stage to find her. Her fellow dancers surround her. I lean against a wall and watch her a moment. I’ve never seen someone light up from within the way she does. When she’s happy, everyone knows it. When she’s sad, hearts break. Right now I’m just basking in her light, soaking it in.

The other dancers in her troupe pat her on the back and tell her how amazing she did. Her smile is effervescent. As if sensing my presence, she looks around until she sees me and runs into my arms, tangling her limbs with mine in a crushing hug.

“I was so nervous,” she says, still out of breath.

The roar of other voices is too loud. I can barely hear her. I pull her into a nearby storage room away from the noisy crowd so we have some privacy. I look around the room. We’re surrounded by props and racks of costumes.

“You didn’t look nervous,” I tell her, brushing away stands of hair that stick to the sweat beading her forehead. “You looked stunning.”

Her smile beams. “I thought of you then entire time. Your encouragement got me through it,” she says.

I kiss her. It was only meant to be a peck, but she parts her lips and finds my tongue, deepening it. She pulls away only long enough to say, “I’m so fucking turned on right now.”

I smile as she pushes her lips back onto mine.

She’s wearing a cream-colored leotard. There isn’t much to it, just a thin veil of fabric for flexibility. When I brush my hand across her breasts, her nipples are hard and

obvious. I pinch them through the fabric and she moans into my mouth. Damn, she really is turned on. Then again, I’ve noticed that about her. Every time she comes back from practice, she drags me straight to the bed. The exertion gets her frisky, or maybe it’s the adrenaline that comes along with it.

I run my finger along the fabric between her legs. Her arousal soaks through, wetting my fingers. She moves her hips, grinding against them. I move the fabric to the side. Just as my fingers are about to enter her, the door opens, and there’s a gasp from our intruder. Cadie startles and we both whip our heads around to see the trespasser.

A young woman with a blonde pixie cut stands in the doorway. She glances at me, then at Cadie. Her face blushes a deep crimson and she mutters apologies as she backs out and closes the door. I wedge a chair under the door handle so we won’t be disturbed again.

I laugh and kiss Cadie on the forehead. She’s smiling too, but there’s something odd in her expression.

“What?” I ask, concerned.

“Do you recognize her?”

“No, is she a friend of yours?”

She lets out a deep sigh of relief. “That’s Mara, the girl who said she slept with you.”

“I’ve never seen that woman in my life,” I say in all honesty. Nothing about her was familiar.

“You just saw her on stage. She played the sister to my character.”