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coming.”
    “Fuck yeah,” he said and she knew he was close.
    She dropped her head between her braced forearms and moaned
as her release tore through her. Her pussy clenched and released around his
pumping shaft, growing wetter and wetter. Her nipples were steel-hard points
where they brushed against the covers. Her legs were weak and his grip was
literally all that held her up.
    He continued to thrust and she cried out as he kept her in
the grip of her orgasm, holding her in the storm until he joined her. His cry
rivaled hers and her knees left the bed as he thrust deep and filled the condom
that separated them. So powerful that she could still feel his release through
the thin layer of latex.
    Slowly he let her knees touch the mattress again. She could
feel him shuddering behind her, hear him gasping for air, and she smiled
smugly. When he pulled free of her she collapsed facedown on his bed. She would
be perfectly content to just stay in this position forever, or at the very
least until she could feel her body again.
    She had no idea where Jonas got the renewed energy but he
left the bed and she followed him with her eyes as he stepped into his adjacent
bathroom and removed the condom.
    He tied it off and wrapped it in toilet paper before
throwing it into the trash. He turned to the sink and washed his hands before
shifting his hips forward and washing his cock off. He left the water running
as he grabbed the hand towel and dried himself. She watched him wet a washcloth
and then he turned the water off, and grabbing the hand towel with his other
hand, moved back toward his bed and her.
    “Roll over.”
    She lazily rolled over and reached for the cloth he held but
Jonas just smiled.
    “Let me,” he whispered and then his hands were between her
legs, using the wet cloth to clean the residue of sex from her folds and
thighs. He was gentle and thorough, and when he seemed satisfied, he used the
other cloth to dry her before heading back to the restroom. She watched him put
both in the hamper he had there before coming back into his bedroom.
    Her eyes were filled with tears. She couldn’t remember any
other guy she’d been with taking the time to clean her. Usually they were the
ones flat on their backs on the bed, not moving until they had to. Only
Jonas , she thought. And what did that say about her and the men she usually
chose to be with?
    She watched as he moved around the room, picking up their
discarded clothes and folding them before stacking them on his dresser. Finally
he turned to face her again and she realized he was nervous. She patted the
mattress beside her. This was the Jonas she knew and she was beginning to
realize she cared about him a lot more than she’d even thought.
    He sat on the bed beside her and just looked down at her.
She figured she must look pretty wanton still sprawled naked on top of his
comforter. But she’d never been real modest.
    “Do you want me to leave?”
    “Do you want to?”
    “No.”
    “Then stay.”
    She shifted on the bed so that he could pull the covers down
for them to slip beneath. When he was settled beside her she shifted closer,
feeling the tension in him. Her hand rested on his chest, stroking over him.
    “How long?” she asked.
    “How long what?”
    “Have you wanted me?”
    “Since I saw you at the lake.”
    She remembered exactly when he was talking about. She’d been
sixteen and finally filling out her bikini. Her brother Jack had been home on
leave from the Marines and he’d dragged Jonas to the beach with them. Jonas had
kept his T-shirt on with his swim trunks and though he’d played Frisbee with
Jack, he hadn’t gotten in the water. But she’d felt him watching her and had
done her best to make herself seem sexy and grown. It was that summer when he’d
started calling her princess.
    “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
    “You were so far out of my league, Jacey. Even then.”
    “What?” How could he ever think that she was out of