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pressed harder against his dick, rubbing myself up and down its length. I was sure I was going to burst if I didn’t get him inside of me that second. The arousal was so much that it was painful.
                  As if reading my mind, he pulled down his sweatpants and ripped my panties to the side. I sank down on the length of his cock without a moment’s hesitation. It felt incredible. Like me, he wasted no time and started to buck up into me at a pace that left me breathless. Like he had in the car, he used his hands to guide me and set the rapid pace. He filled me so fucking perfectly. I couldn’t think of anything except for the way his dick was hitting all the right spots inside of me.
    His hands reached around to grab me by the ass again and he flipped me over onto my back without stopping for a second. He readjusted to position my legs over my head and started pounding into me even faster. I couldn’t believe how fucking deep he was inside of me. I had never felt anything like it. It was then that I realized I had been screaming for several seconds in complete fucking pleasure. All at once it seemed, he came and I followed just seconds after. We lay there, panting and sweaty, with huge dopey smiles on our faces. I knew in that second without a doubt that he was the best sex that I’d ever had but that I would definitely have better if the relationship continued.
    I can’t remember much of what happened after that. I knew that we made it to the bed eventually because that was how we woke up in the morning, entangled in one another’s arms. That was how I woke up almost every morning leading up to my wedding. Let me just say now that I was more than correct about the sex only getting better after that first night. Blaise fucked me in ways I had never even seen in porn before, much less imagined on my own. And all the while, we got to know each other and I felt like I was gaining a best friend. I could talk to Blaise for hours. I felt like I could trust him. I never wanted to let him go.
    But I knew that I would have to. Two weeks before the day of my wedding, he was over again. I cooked lasagna. We sat around the house in our underwear, drank and ate and laughed. It was a beautiful night. Finally,as I began to sense the beginnings of heat in the air, I crawled on top of him and rested my head on his chest.
    “Blaise?”
    “Yeah, babe?”
    “This is our last night together.”
    There was a pause and a sharp intake of breath. His gentle fingers stroked my hair absently a couple of times. “I know. I could tell by the way you were acting.” He pulled me up to look at him and flashed a sad, defeated smile. “I would tell you that you could break up with Marco instead of me but I know better than to try to change your mind.” A stinging pain ran through my heart. It had never occurred to me that this might even be difficult for Blaise. It hadn’t even occurred to me that he had grown attached. I shrugged and pushed the pain to the very back of my mind. That was not the kind of thing I could afford to think about that night.
    “Let’s make it count, yeah?”
    He didn’t answer me verbally, instead sliding his hands down to unhook my bra and slowly peel it off of my body. Then, moving to kiss me and switch positions with me, he slipped my panties off. It was the first time I had been completely naked around him before. We typically weren’t able to wait that long. He continued to kiss me, a slow burning connection, as he stripped his own underwear off. The heat of his entire body pressed against mine and I could feel every inch of his flesh. I broke the kiss to throw my head back and moan. The tantalizingly slow speed at which he moved was driving me insane.
    One hand slid up the side of my body while another played with a nipple. His mouth found its way to the other one and a gasp escaped my mouth without my permission. I wanted more than anything to beg him to fuck me right away but I knew that