The Secret Note

“Ben,” I reply, my tone pleading, my eyes locked with his. “You feel so good.”

“I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long,” he whispers. He lifts my thigh to his shoulder, manipulating my body into doing the splits for him, and then he fucks me with breathtaking gusto, his tip slamming into my farthest reaches. When Ben comes, he lets out a primal growl and snaps his hips forward—and then he collapses on top of me with a loud and sexy groan of relief that makes me smile.

Ben stays inside me for a long moment, panting. And I lie under him, gasping for air and feeling like I’m flying. Finally, he rolls off me and heaves himself onto his back next to me.

“I owe you the world’s most amazing blow job,” I deadpan.

He chuckles and pulls off his condom. “You owe me nothing. That was bloody fucking amazing for me.” He turns his head and flashes me a heart-stopping smile. “Still a live wire, I see.”

“And a badass bitch.”

He grins. “I’m not even close to finished with you, by the way. I was just too turned on to hang on any longer this go-round. But I want to go all night.”

“Please do. Fuck me as many times as humanly possible.”

He shudders with an aftershock. “Fuckin’ oath.”

I giggle. “Let’s shower and then hang out in my bed for a while. Watch Netflix or something while you recuperate.”

“Ace.”

And off we go.

Twenty minutes later, our skin squeaky-clean from our sexy shower, we crawl into my bed naked. We pull up the Netflix menu on my computer . . . and then get distracted talking and never bother to actually start a show. We talk and talk. And laugh. We flirt. And that leads to making out. And making out leads to me taking his cock into my mouth and giving him the most outrageously enthusiastic blow job I can possibly muster. And then we lie in my bed and talk some more.

“It feels the same as back then, doesn’t it?” Ben says. My cheek is on his chest. His hand is gently stroking my back. And strangely, despite the hour and the physical exertion, I don’t feel the least bit sleepy. He continues, “It feels like it’s been a lifetime since we were together, on the one hand, but also like a week.”

I sigh happily. “Exactly.” And it’s the truth. This man next to me is an uncharted territory. A mysterious, sexy new mountain to climb. And yet he simultaneously feels so familiar. So right lying naked next to me. Like déjà vu.

“So you really never deflowered anyone else?” he asks, continuing to stroke my back.

“I never did,” I say. “Such a pity.”

“A pity?”

“Hell yeah. After you, I totally wanted to devirginize someone again. I couldn’t stop thinking about how exhilarating it was. How much fun we had. How perfect we were together. How enthusiastic you were. I wanted to relive that night again and again. But how? Post some kind of ‘virgin wanted’ ad? I wanted it to happen by chance again with someone I wanted to fuck, regardless. The great thing about you was that I’d been so damned attracted to you and then you happened to be a virgin. That was a once-in-a-lifetime thing, as it turned out. Never to be repeated, unfortunately. Plus, as a practical matter, when I turned twenty-one and started having sex with guys I met in bars, the chances of meeting a virgin in that crowd were as likely as getting struck by lightning.”

“Good.”

“Good what?”

“Good you didn’t have that same experience with anyone else.” He pulls me to him and kisses me—and after a moment, his hard-on pokes me in the belly. I reach down and stroke him and he moans his appreciation in my mouth. He slides his fingers between my legs and massages my hard tip as he kisses me. And soon, I’m coming against his hand.

The moment I emerge from my blissful haze, I push him onto the bed and take his hard cock into my mouth. He moans his appreciation and runs his hands through my hair as I devour him greedily.

“Sit on my face,” he murmurs.

I don’t hesitate. I rearrange myself until my pussy and ass are in his face, and then I lean over and suck him off as he devours me.

When I come, it’s hard. So hard, liquid dribbles out of me into his waiting mouth.

I grab a condom off the nightstand and roll it onto his erection and then I sink myself onto him and ride him until my walls constrict and shudder around him, coaxing him to an orgasm inside me.

I’m spent. Utterly exhausted. And yet, euphoric. I crawl off him and flop onto the bed on my back and exhale loudly. “Holy shit, Ben. I’m not gonna be able to move tomorrow.”