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MIA

My back hit the wall, and my legs wrapped around Michael’s waist the instant we stepped into my apartment. His mouth crushed mine in a ferocious and demanding kiss that sent fire shooting through my veins. I dropped my purse to wind my arms tighter around his shoulders. We ended up not ordering any more froyo after our “yogurt clash.”

The tension that simmered between us had exploded into something we were both helpless to resist. When I suggested coming to my place, he hadn’t refused. I think he broke a few traffic rules on the short drive to my apartment, and I had pretty much thrown myself at him on the elevator. The journey up to the eighth floor had been interesting. At one point, I thought Michael would throw caution to the wind and make love to me right there in the elevator.

I knew it wasn’t his typical behavior. The man seemed so in control otherwise. Even in the middle of our kiss, he had the wherewithal to reach over to lock my door properly. I chuckled, and he pulled away to peer at me. We were both breathing hard.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Even during a passionate lip-lock, you remember to lock the door, while I forgot about it. I knew you were the uber-responsible type.”

His mossy green eyes bore into mine. “If I were all that responsible, I wouldn’t be on the verge of fucking my blind date against her door after one meeting.”

“Something tells me this isn’t normal for you.” He quirked an eyebrow, and I smiled. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you to stop overthinking things and live a little, Michael?”

His eyes narrowed, and he dove back into our kiss with gusto. I guessed that was him taking my advice to stop overthinking. His hands moved down my sides to caress my legs, which were left bare after my dress rode up. His fingertips were hot on my skin like a brand, and I shivered with delight. I couldn’t wait to have him touch me everywhere else.

He pressed me harder against the wall and ground his hips so I could feel his hardness. I moaned into his mouth and fisted my hands in his hair. Our tongues danced in a rhythm that felt familiar, as if we weren’t strangers and had done this many times.

Micheal was an incredible kisser. He teased and dominated like an expert. I got more riled up with each stroke of his tongue, and the feeling of every inch of his hard body pressed against me drove me to the edge. I wanted nothing more than to be lost in this moment with him, to forget about everything else and just feel .

Michael’s lips left mine to trail down my neck, his hands sliding under my dress to palm my ass.

“You have an incredible ass,” he murmured.

“Thanks,” I laughed. “That’s it?”

“No, you have plenty of incredible parts.”

Smiling, my head fell back against the wall, giving him better access to my exposed throat. The way he feathered kisses over my pulse made me moan again.

“Bedroom,” I gasped, my voice filled with urgency and need.

His tongue swept over my pulse. “Where is it?”

I was barely cognizant enough to give him directions. It wasn’t a big apartment, so he found his way easily. As he shouldered his way into my bedroom, I teased him with kisses along his chiseled jaw and ran my palms over his rock-hard pecs and biceps. He exuded this strength and virility that sent my hormones into a frenzy. I’d dated plenty before, but I couldn’t remember ever finding anyone this… entirely sexy. Even the way he scowled was incredibly hot and that was just crazy, considering men like Michael hadn’t always been the type I went for.

As soon as he put me on my feet, I tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He obliged, helping me to undo the buttons and then shrugging out of it.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he muttered as he found the zipper of my dress.

“I’ve never really hooked up either,” I breathed, stepping out of the garment when it pooled at my ankles. I’d never even had sex… Holy fuck! I’m a virgin! Not that I’d forgotten , it’s just that my interactions with Michael felt so natural that I hadn’t thought about it.

“Are you having second thoughts?” he asked.

My eyes flew up to meet his. I guess he saw my panic. “No… I…” I couldn’t tell him he’d be my first. It would ruin everything, and I was already treading a fine line after lying about my age. “I’m just a little nervous because it’s been a while… you know?”

His eyebrows dipped. I bet he was wondering how long it could have possibly been. However, he nodded, and his expression softened. “Yeah, it’s been a while for me, too.”

My gaze slid over his bare torso, and I snorted inwardly. Seriously ? Women had to have been throwing themselves at him in droves. He snagged my chin and laid the hottest kiss ever on me and then murmured, “Relax. We’ll go slow.”

I nearly melted into an infatuated, sexually aroused puddle at his feet. I really liked Michael No-last-name. Things were going smoothly until he got me down to just my panties. I was on the bed, and he was sliding my underwear down my thighs when he froze.

His eyes met mine and regret shone in them. My heart skipped a beat, thinking that he was about to tell me he changed his mind. “I don’t have any protection,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

My relieved breath whooshed out. I had conditioned my mind to lose my virginity tonight, and I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to lose it… with Michael. “Oh, that’s okay.” I kicked my underwear off and rolled over to reach into the top drawer of the nightstand. My presumptuous ex had bought a box of condoms, assuming I was ready for sex with him. I wasn’t… The box had remained unopened.

I was worried they wouldn’t work for Michael, though. I glanced at the impressive tool between his legs and gulped. Perhaps the condoms would be too small. When I looked at the box and saw that they were large, I was relieved, but I was also amused. My ex wished he’d fill out a large. Although we hadn’t gone that far, I’d gotten a peek… His ego was way bigger than his dick. That thought made me giggle.

Michael’s eyebrows rose. “What are you always so amused about?”

I sniggered. “I guess I’m amused at life in general sometimes.”

He cocked his head and studied me as if I were the most peculiar creature he’d ever met.

My face heated up, and I said, “But right now, I’m just relieved I still have these.” I threw him the box, and he caught it.

He glanced at it. “I’m relieved too.” His hot gaze landed on my bare pussy, and I almost combusted. “We’re going to need quite a few tonight.”

My jaw dropped, and he smirked as he climbed onto the bed to loom over me. As he leaned in to kiss me, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swamped me. I couldn’t believe I was about to lose my virginity with my blind date. I’d been so selective about who I’d go this far with. There was just something about Michael that made me want to experience this level of intimacy with him. He seemed so stable and trustworthy, qualities I had yet to find in a romantic partner.

His lips left mine to travel down my body. Every part of my skin they touched tingled. When he reached below my waist, my breaths heaved in and out with anticipation. He moved lower and then paused with his mouth hovering over my mound. Michael’s eyes met mine. I knew he was contemplating getting that intimate with me. I wouldn’t hold it against him if he didn’t. He didn’t know me well, and one had to be careful. I wasn’t sure what he saw that made him comfortable enough to take the risk, but he eased my thighs open and settled his broad shoulders between them.

His lips finally met my wetness—I was already drenched from his hot kisses and teasing fingers—and I gasped. I propped myself on my elbow to watch. Of course, I was a little timid with this being my first experience and all, but I couldn’t look away. I was riveted. His tongue flicked and swirled, and the blast of pleasure made me arch my back.

“Oh, my god,” I panted with disbelief. Was it this good with everyone? I could already feel the heat building in my core as he continued to devour me, alternating between gentle licks and firm sucks.

Every cell in my body burned with pleasure as he skillfully brought me to the edge. The orgasm building in my core felt so intense that I was almost afraid to let it consume me. As he lifted my hips to delve even deeper, I let go, and pleasure ignited inside me like a bomb.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I rode out the intense high, my body trembling uncontrollably. Michael’s hold on me tightened as if he feared I’d quake right out of his arms and off the bed... I was afraid I would. When it was over, I opened my eyes to see him watching me intently, and my face got so hot I thought it would melt off.

“You’re beautiful to watch,” he murmured, as if he was speaking more to himself than to me.

“Th-thanks…” I pursed my lips and bit into them, feeling like an idiot. Thanks? That was all I had? Usually, I was a pretty slick talker, but I was so out of my depth right now.

If Michael noticed my embarrassment, he didn’t say. He just continued to gaze at me. His mouth glistened with my juices, and I thought it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t believe how amazing that felt. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he gave me, but if I went for it, I knew he’d see my lack of experience.

I had to try to reciprocate. Maybe he was expecting it. I’d bullshitted my way through plenty of things. Surely I could bullshit my way through a blow job too…

Fortunately, I didn’t have to worry for much longer. Michael slid his way back up my body and grabbed the box of condoms. It seemed he was fine without me returning the favor. I gazed at his jutting shaft, thinking that I kind of wanted to try it, but I guess it was best to save myself the embarrassment if I didn’t have to.

As he positioned himself between my thighs, my breath caught, and my stomach fluttered. This was it. He slowly entered me. My heart tap danced in my chest as apprehension combined with excitement. He surged further and met some resistance, so he paused to watch me with curiosity.

“Just how long has it been for you, Jane?”