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pure pleasure erupted in her core, ricocheting through her body. He rode her until the last wave of ecstasy faded to a tremor.
     
    He removed his cape and draped it around her, pulling her against his chest. She rested there, trying to catch her breath as the crescendo inside her ebbed. They stayed that way for what felt like hours, his arms around her, her head nestled in the crook of his neck. Krista fought the threat of tears for the second time that night. Not tears of pain, but pure pleasure. Joyous, exalting, mind-numbing release.
     
    Who was this man that held her so gently, made love to her so passionately?
     
    “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he said, breaking her thoughts. She tilted her head up to look at him.
     
    “Who are you?” she said into the darkness that surrounded them like a black blanket. She didn’t know why she bothered to whisper. The garden was empty. They were alone.
     
    “You don’t know?” he asked, his voice as thick as the warm June air.
     
    Slowly he removed his volto mask and Krista took in his face one handsome feature at a time. Eyes fathomless and dark, lips thin, soft, and pink, square unshaven jaw. Her heart squeezed in her chest.             
     
    “You?”
     
    He blushed and cleared his throat, looking everywhere but in her eyes. “Were you hoping for someone else?” he asked, and his voice trembled.
     
    Krista shook her head. “No… I just… Why didn’t you tell me?”
                 
    “I’m shy,” he said, staring into the night. “I couldn’t bring myself to speak to you. Let alone do this,” he waved his hand as if swatting away a mosquito. “You’re so… amazing.”
     
    She gave him a hard, disbelieving look. The Britain Bentley she knew was anything but shy. A playboy, a flirt, yes. But shy? She never in a million years would have guessed.
     
    He held his hands up, a gesture of pure innocence. “It’s true. Painfully true.”
     
    “You seem so easygoing. You’re so…”
     
    “Social?”
     
    “Yes,” Krista agreed.
     
    “I put on a good show, but honestly it’s a struggle. I feel like I’m pretending to be someone I’m not.” He shrugged. “But… I guess that’s the price you pay for being awkward and introverted.”
     
    Krista smiled and pecked his cheek. “Lucky for me he’s not.” She rubbed her hand against his cock and Britain groaned, growing stiff again in her hand.
     
    Britain Bentley placed his hand over Krista’s, helping her work it up and down his growing erection. He smiled. “I guess we both got lucky tonight.”