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her softly, I part her lips with my tongue. When her tongue meets mine, I know she's right there with me. Kissing has never, ever, been like this for me. I can literally see fireworks behind my eyelids. I love this girl. I love every last thing about her. And what I love most right now is kissing her. How she meets every move I make with one of her own. How when I pick up the pace and intensity, she matches it.  
    After a few minutes of kissing, I'm so fucking horny I can't see straight. My entire body is humming. I grasp the hem of her tank in my hand and tug, asking between feverish kisses, "Off?"
    She answers breathlessly, "Yes."
    With the tank top history, all I want is to feel her skin against mine. Rolling over, I pull her on top and she drops all of her weight on me, one knee on either side of my hips. And if it's possible, I'm even more turned on with her in the dominant position. Her nipples rub against my chest, the telltale reminder of her arousal dragging deliciously across my skin, heightening every nerve in my body. They're screaming out in raging pleasure. Pulling her back in for a kiss, I slam her mouth to mine. The kiss is deep and demanding. She wants this, too. Her body is rocking against me. Reaching down between us I pull the waistband of my boxer briefs down so my shaft is exposed. It's one more barrier down and it feels so good. Then I move my hand to her back and run my fingers up and down trying to mentally ease up and put myself back in the game. I've been out of my mind for the past few minutes and I want to make this last and remember every single second. Every single detail. I only get one shot at this. I know that. I want it to be perfect for her. She's trailing kisses down my neck to my chest now, alternating between gentle, adoring pressure from her lips; to stinging, playful nips from her teeth; to sexy, tortuous teasing from her tongue. Reveling in the euphoria she's creating with her mouth, I run my hand down her back, over her panties, and nudge the thin fabric aside between her legs. When I start stroking her with my middle finger, I can't take it anymore. I need these damn things off. I reach for the waistband with both hands at the same time she reaches for the waistband of mine. Apparently great minds think alike. Without pause, she stands up to take off her panties, and I fully intend to rid myself of mine at the same time—that is until I watch her thumbs disappear inside at her hips and shimmy them down her legs. Now I'm completely transfixed on the naked woman standing over me.
    As she steps out of them, I say, "Don't move."
    "What?" she asks softly.
    "I just want to look at you for a minute."
    I'm staring at her. And she's staring at me. My underwear aren't off, but I'm on full display.  
    I scan her body one last time and when I meet her eyes there's a need in them that I can feel. I shed my underwear and she drops down to her hands and knees over me and when she kisses me I know we're both way beyond ready.  
    "I need to grab a condom if we're gonna do this, Bright Side." She wants to. I can see it all over her face, but I still feel like I need to give her an out.
    She takes me in her hand. It's the first time she's touched me there.  
    "Ah shit, Bright Side. Don't ever stop what you're doing."
    "Ever?" she asks devilishly.
    "Never, ever," I answer.
    "I can't get pregnant, Gus. No plumbing, remember?"
    "But—" Goddamn, if she's suggesting what I think she's suggesting ...
    She interrupts, "Have you ever been with anyone without a condom?"
    That's exactly what she's suggesting. I shake my head. "No. Never."
    "Neither have I. If you want to use one ... " Her voice trails off and she just stares at me for a few seconds before she continues. "But if you don't ... "
    I finish her thought, "I don't." I fucking don't.  
    She's looking at me for the go-ahead.
    I nod, begging her with my eyes.
    I'm still in her hand when she guides me to her wetness and lowers herself down around