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control too, because my hands quickly drifted down her body to her thighs, and then directly between them. She was so wet all I could do was gasp onto her chest only to resume my nibbling and licking. Every part of her needed me, and I just couldn’t seem to do enough at once. I knew exactly how to please her, but it had been so long that I couldn’t seem to figure out where to start.
    When I found the strength to really have her, I sunk my fingers into her at once, and I looked down at her expression of absolute pleasure. She was grabbing at my wrist to pull my hand closer, and pushing at my shoulders. She was frustrated and yet satisfied at the same time.
    “I can’t stop … I can’t stop …” I whimpered onto her chest, realizing that it probably wasn’t best for us to jump into bed together after the history we’d had.
    But her quick and certain words put me at ease: “Don’t stop.”
    With my touches, she built to a climax so strong that we were both spent as I fell on top of her, panting and exhausted to completion. I couldn’t even lift my head as I lay limp over her body.
    She was quiet for a little while, and then just as I was thinking of the immensity of what we’d just done together, she spoke up at last.
    “Can I get you a water?”
    I tugged myself off of her, to stare at her in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? We just did all that, and all you have to say is ‘Can I get you some water’?! That’s it?”
    “Some would call that consideration.”
    I just crooked my eyebrow, and she pulled herself up onto her knees. “Was this a mistake …? I mean, what were we thinking? – This can’t happen again.”
    “No, you’re right,” she agreed, much to my surprise. She went to one of her drawers, and pulled a loose shirt over her head as she threw one to me. “There’re some boxers in here if you want them. I know you like to sleep in ‘em.”
    I caught the shirt to my chest, and let out a beat of laughter: “We shouldn’t be sleeping together … I mean, we know this can’t happen again. It was just … I don’t know what we were thinking …”
    “I know. But there’s no sense in you going out this late at night. Put on the shirt and you can sleep here for the night.” As take-charge as ever. That was when I realized my heels were still discarded in the hallway somewhere, and that I would have to go find them: yet another product of our overpowering lust for each other.
    “I don’t feel great about this …” I admitted, slipping out of my dress as she turned around to feign disinterest.
    “Nothing bad will happen,” she smiled, shuffling off down the hall of her apartment to grab something for us to eat. I knew she was going to cook for me because she always used to do that, and I hated that I loved it. She could be so unforgivably comforting.
    Her last words resounded in my head, and all I could do was worry about her promise. Of course nothing bad would happen between us because it was always good . As a matter of fact, it was better than good; it was perfect.
     

3. Why Can’t I Stop Wanting You? - Erin
     
    That ass always gets to me. No matter what I’m ever doing, Naomi walks in with that gorgeous body, and everything just seems to change. That was exactly what happened the morning after our big whoops . She woke up with my arms around her, groaned, and told me we had made a big mistake. She even pretended she didn’t want to be in my bed – she distracted herself by complaining about the mess in my room. Unfortunately for her, I can read her well, so that didn’t fool me like she’d planned. I wanted her even as she was admonishing me for the mess, but I withheld from my desire to pass by her and head down into the kitchen. If she wanted the other night to have been a mistake, then why should I listen to her complain about how I kept my own solitary apartment?
    Predictably, she followed me into the kitchen and took over with breakfast like she always used to do.