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to my knees at the same
time. Distracted by his erection bobbing in my face, I almost
missed the tattoo curling over his hip. I traced the letters and
numbers with my finger. He watched, stepping out of the material
pooled at his feet.
    “What’s this?” I asked.
    “The opening chords of the first song I sold.
Product of a bit too much celebration.”
    I smiled up at him. “I like it. It means
something, even if you were drunk off your ass when you did it.” I
lay back on the rug and beckoned him down with my finger.
    He joined me on the floor and kissed me
again, fingers teasing my belly. He pulled back an inch to ask,
“What do you want, Jenny?”
    I met his eyes, brown to blue, and said,
“You.”
    He smiled, revealing those dimples again, and
crawled down my body to peel my panties off. He stroked a thumb
down my center.
    “ Will… ” The sensation was intense. I
hadn’t been this turned on in so long.
    He stopped teasing me and poised his penis at
my entrance. I cradled his hips between my legs and nodded. A year
without sex meant a snug fit at first. I tensed.
    “Relax, love. Gonna make you feel good.”
    I took a deep breath, let it out, and he slid
in all the way. He paused, then chose a slow rhythm of shallow
thrusts. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and started arching
my hips to meet his.
    “Ohhh, yes.”
    “God, you’re tight. Squeeze me, love. Like
that, yeah. Look at me, Jen.”
    I opened my eyes and got caught in his blue
depths. He stroked my skin as well as my insides, making me feel
more desirable than in years. Even if I never saw Will after
tonight, I knew I was better off for the experience.
    I never came just from sex with my ex, but
already I could feel it building now.
    “Close, aren’t you, love?” Apparently, he
could feel it, too.
    I nodded. He reached between us and found my
clit. Sparks of ecstasy shot through my body and my stomach
tensed.
    “So beautiful.” He stroked faster. “Wanna see
you come, baby.”
    I fell apart, my whole body shuddering around
him. He sped up his thrusts, his climax right behind mine and
extending the fluttering in my womb.
    “Wow.”
    He grinned. “Ditto.” He relaxed on top of me,
breathing just as heavily.
    My body twitched again. He moaned and kissed
me, slow and languid.
    I wanted more. I wrapped my legs around his
hips, crossing my ankles together.
    “Oh, I like you ,” he said,
smiling.
    He started moving his hips again and drove
deeper into me this time. We were soon at a pounding pace. I was so
close to popping again, then he rolled our bodies to put me on
top.
    “You drive, love.”
    “I, um…” If it wasn’t missionary, I’d never
done it before.
    He gripped my hips and showed me how to move.
Once I found a comfortable rhythm, I liked it. The position made
his penis stroke me in a different way.
    “What’s-his-name was an idiot,” Will said,
fondling my breasts.
    At the moment, I couldn’t disagree.
    ****
    I lost count of how many times we had sex in
front of my fireplace during the night. Or how many positions. I
even woke up from a nap half way to orgasm-by-tongue. Some time
before dawn, Will grabbed the afghan off the back of the sofa and
covered our bodies, finally letting me sleep.
    ****
    I stretched. What time was it? I opened my
eyes.
    Sunlight shone through my curtains. He wasn’t
next to me.
    “Will?”
    There was no response. I sat up, holding the
afghan to my breasts, and discovered aches in muscles I didn’t know
existed. A hot bath was definitely in order. I stood, gingerly, and
wrapped the blanket around me. A piece of paper fluttered to the
floor. I picked it up.
    Jen,
    Highway patrol came by this morning for the
owner of my car. Sorry I can’t stay. Last night was amazing. You
looked so peaceful I couldn’t bear to wake you. If you’re ever down
in L.A., look me up.
    Will
    A phone number was written below his name. He
left?
    I looked around, and sure enough, his clothes
and guitar were gone.