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Xander
Our nighttogether wasn’t the minefield I thought it would be. I wasn’t cautious. I wasn’t gentle. And I didn’t feel guilty or any of the many other things I thought I’d feel when it was over. She transformed from a sexy young woman I could pin all of my desires on - the outlet for a new kind of attraction, one more intense, consuming, and passionate than I ever thought possible - to the one women I knew I’d have to keep forever. She wasn’t just an outlet, wasn’t just a woman I was incredibly attracted to with no promise of afuture.
It’s always possible that the first time with a new partner may introduce feelings of attachment, excitement, and confidence - but it’s different with her. I feel that confidence deep inside me. The confidence that she’s the woman for me no matter what might lie in ourway.
Minefield or not, I’m not letting hergo.
I wouldn’t be able to let her go even if I wanted to. The pull is too strong. I’ve been both reduced to an animal and elevated to a king when she’s around. I want to drag her into bed to do all the filthy shit I know she wants, but I also want to build a fortress around us both to seal us in with all the good we share and seal out all the badstuff.
She’s like a long weekend combined with really good scotch. She’s opened something in me that’s been long-asleep. Something I didn’t know I could findagain.
Is it possible to fall hopelessly in love with someone in just onenight?
Next to me, Samantha lets out a deep, long yawn. It’s been two mornings since our first night together and we’ve been attached at the hip ever since. I grab my coffee from its holder and pass it to her without taking my eyes off theroad.
“Here, drink up,” I say. She takes the lid off and blows on the corner as we stop at a red light. “We’re almostthere.”
“Thank goodness.” She takes a sip of the coffee and smiles up at me. “Now that’s goodcoffee.”
“Wait. Don’t drink too much,” I say, flashing her a smile. “I want to get you into bed as soon as we get to the hotel and I want to keep you there. So don’t get all hyper. I need you falling asleep next to me as soon as we’redone.”
“So we’re planning onsleeping?”
My dick twitches in response to her teasing tone as I think about our first time together. For someone who just shed her virgin status, she was an absolutehandful.
They say the only thing a woman has to do to be good at sex is be enthusiastic and into it, and I completely agree with this adage. But Samantha took this common wisdom to an entirely new level. She wanted to be fucked in every way possible. She wanted me to enter her from behind. She wanted me to smack her ass and call her a bad girl, pull on her hair and whisper dirty stuff in her ear. Varsity-level stuff, stuff that we’d have to just wait to get around to. Stuff you don’t jump into on the firstnight.
Isit possible to fall in love in one night? I put my hand over my heart and give my chest a rub. She already checked off all the boxes for me. I’m a simple man. All I want in a partner is someone I’m attracted to who’s smart and fun. Add to these three simple things that she’s wild and just starting to learn about sex? And I get to be her guide through it all? I have to keep asking myself if it’s possible to fall in love in one night because I already know the answer and I think I might still bedreaming.
I’m cautiously optimistic that the trouble with her ex is over. We have a restraining order in place, and he was advised that any attempts to contact her will result in his arrest. We haven’t heard from him in any form - no envelopes on the front porch, no calls, no leakedphotos.
When we arrive at the hotel where the convention is taking place, we check in at the front desk and are quickly brought to the elevators and delivered to our floor. I didn’t want to presume Samantha’s preferences, so I asked for a suite so we would have two bedrooms, but I know she’s going to be sleeping with metonight.
Once we’re inside, I pull Samantha in for akiss.
“I’m here on work,” she mutters against me. I feel her lips curl up into a smile as I take her waist in my hands and work my fingers lower. I give her ass a squeeze and then a little smack as she tries to pull away with a softlaugh.
“Did you choose this outfit with the explicit intention of driving mecrazy?”
“Maybe,” she says coyly, pulling away from me. I still have my hands on her ass and when I give her another soft tap there, she yelps and puts her forehead against my chest. I breathe in deeply and the scent of magnolia and lemon tangle through mynose.
“Come back here,” I say. I tip her chin up and watch as her eyes close, the smile never leaving her lips. When I don’t lean down to kiss her, she opens one eye and looks at me through the sliver. “I don’t want to kiss you right now. There’s something else I want todo.”
“Really,” she says, matter-of-factly. “Then you’re telling me the outfitworked.”
“Like a damn charm. Did you know that I’ve always loved yourcurves?”
“I didn’t know that,” shesays.
“Let me showyou.”
I lower my lips onto hers and she parts them for me, smiling at the sensation. I put my hand on the side of her face to caress her smooth skin, her silky hair. I put her on the bed and she kneels against me. I keep kissing her, moving down her body with aching slowness. Her fingers linger on the buttons of my shirt but I push her back, crawling over her and putting her knees on either side of myhips.
“I have to set up my booth,” she moans softly, her fingers playing in my hair. I’m already hard but I don’t intend on doing anything aboutit.
“Tell me to stop if you want me to stop,” I say as I get to the smooth skin of her belly. I loop my fingers into her little black skirt and pull it down to reveal black lace. “You want me tostop?”
