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yours," I countered.
    He sighed. "I'd like it to be, but I'm sure you have other ideas."
    "Not at the moment," I admitted.
    "So what shall I do, sweet girl? Fuck you raw? Or pull out? I'm yours to command. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it. What do you want?"
    "Raw," I whispered. "I want you raw."
    "Are you sure?"
    "Aren't you, Thomas?"
    "I've never wanted anything more, but I want you to be sure, sweet."
    "I'll probably regret it later, but for now...Yes. I'm sure. I don't want you to pull out. I want it raw with you just this once."
    "I don't want you to regret it."
    "I will regret it because it's irresponsible and I've always been responsible. But when I'm with you, I lose my ability to reason. I just feel and everything with you feels so damned good and right, Thomas. So, yes. I want you gloriously raw inside me."
    He hesitated for which I think I loved him a little more. "All the regret in the world won't undo it once it's done."
    "I know that but I just don't care now. I just know I want this so much I…"
    "You want it so much…what?"
    "I want it," I said. He didn't need to know that even with regret, I'd still savor and enjoy the memory of raw sex with him probably until I fell in love again. Maybe even afterwards. After all, there was something unforgettable about a woman's first love. "I want you and I want you raw inside me. How many ways do you want me to say it?" I stroked my fingers through his hair. "Fuck me long, hard and deep and raw," I invited.
    He kept his weight on his extended arms and slowly moved his cock in and out of me.
    God it felt so good. I shuddered, closed my eyes, and dug my nails into his arms. "Thomas..." I whispered, overcome with emotion.
    He paused with his shaft buried inside me to lean down to brush his lips against my ear. "It's good beyond words for me too, my sweet girl."
    Something in his brusque tone made me open my eyes.
    His gaze was dark and contained an expression I couldn't read. However, my treacherous heart wanted to believe it was love or something close to it instead of what it actually was—passion and lust. Afraid of what I might say if I didn't look away from him, I closed my eyes.
    He pressed a long, warm kiss against my lips before raising his upper body onto his arms again.
    I lay under him with my pussy full of his wonderful, thrusting cock and lost myself in the absolute magic of what was happening. I didn't allow myself to think. I just felt the joy of having him inside me without any barrier between our bodies. After fifteen years of fantasy, the reality of raw sex with him was all too sweet.
    I'd demanded he fuck me, but he made love to me instead. He lowered his full weight onto me, rolled us both on our sides, and kissed and nipped at my lips, neck and breasts as he slid in and out of me.
    Every kiss, touch, and smooth, deep stroke sent a delicious jolt of pleasure radiating through me. He took his time building the tension between us. At some point, I vaguely realized I was babbling almost incoherently. While I did, he suddenly froze and stared down at me.
    "What?"
    I wanted and needed him to keep moving. I clutched him close and humped myself wildly on him, impatient for the coming release; he turned me onto my back, and eased out of me.
    "No, no!" I protested, reaching for him.
    "I don't think you're aware of what you're saying."
    Who wanted to talk when we could fuck? "All I have to say right now is please don't stop."
    He held me still with his strong hands on my hips. "I want to make this last as long as possible and I want to give you time to realize what you're saying."
    If I'd taken the time to ask him what he meant, things might have turned out differently for us. But at the time, I had other things on my mind and later, I forgot. Unfortunately he didn't and held it against me without even bothering to tell me what had gone wrong between us.
    "Take me," I said again.
    "Keep your eyes open, Sherlyn."
    "Why? I want to close them and lose