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him away but Tristan was stronger and in a few seconds, I felt him slide inside. The pain began to melt into something warm, something that engulfed my whole body. I looked into Tristan’s eyes and a feeling of love that I’d never experienced before washed over me. I was completely hypnotized, I was his. I forgot about the cold, wet ground under our bodies, I forgot about perverts who could be lurking in the woods. All of that went out the window, and suddenly the only other person in my universe was Tristan.
     
    “Are you okay? Does that hurt?” Tristan’s voice was soft and concerned. I nodded, too afraid to speak. Gently, he laid his body down against mine. Warmth and electricity jumped from his skin to my body and I shivered. Tristan kept his warm blue eyes locked on mine and he started to slowly pump his hips back and forth. At first, it hurt and I cried out as pain radiated through my body. But soon enough, the warm feeling returned. Before I knew what I was doing, I was spreading my legs and wrapping them around Tristan’s muscular frame. Perspiration was beading on my forehead and as he pressed his face against mine, I felt love flowing between our bodies like an aura that covered and protected us. There was a warm, tingly feeling growing in my lower belly and when I started to thrust my body along with Tristan’s, the pleasure increased. My muscles were sore almost instantly, but I couldn’t help it, it felt too amazing. As we moved together in a sensual rhythm, Tristan gasped softly and bucked against me, harder than before. The pleasure coiled tightly in my belly like a spring and I was gasping and crying out and beating my fists against Tristan’s shoulders as the feeling exploded in me. It felt like my body was pulsing deliciously all over, and I couldn’t control it. By the time the feeling passed, I was crying and shaking underneath his body. Tristan continued thrusting in and out and the pleasurable sensations were still pulsing through my body. As he came, he cried out and slammed against mine.
     
    When it was over, Tristan collapsed on top of me. His body was sweaty and warm and I could feel his heart pounding through his chest.
     
    “We did it,” I said nervously into Tristan’s ear.
     
    He propped himself up on his elbows and covered my face with kisses. “You’re amazing, Jenny,” he said softly. “I love you so much.”
     
    We cuddled there on the blanket until I started to get cold. Finally, Tristan let out a deep sigh.
     
    “I wish I didn’t have to take you home, baby,” he said softly, stroking a rough finger down my face. “I wish we could stay here.”
     
    “Me too,” I said softly. I felt like I wanted to cry. I hated the idea of being alone that night more than anything. I just wanted to be with Tristan. As I pouted, I felt anger coming over me. Why shouldn’t I spend the night with my boyfriend if I wanted to? I was eighteen, after all. That made me an adult. I knew Mum and Daddy would be pissed, but they couldn’t stop me. I was finally making my own decisions, and I decided that I wanted to stay with Tristan.
     
    “Hey, I don’t have to go home. I’m eighteen, right? That makes me an adult.”
    Tristan sighed. “Jenny, I know your parents hate me. Do you really want to give them another reason to stay mad? I was hoping I could smooth things over with them before you went away to college. I don’t want to hide our relationship any longer. We’re adults, we don’t have to do this.”
     
    Panic rose in my body. It was breaking my heart that Tristan wanted to make amends with my parents. It made me realize how sweet and caring he really was. But no matter how well he meant, I knew it wouldn’t work. There was no way Mum and Daddy would warm up to Tristan, no matter how hard he worked. They were always going to hate him because he was a poor boy from the wrong side of the tracks.
     
    “That’s right,” I said firmly. The night air was cool and damp