“You okay?” he asked, staying perfectly still.

She wiggled her hips, getting used to the feel of him inside of her, then clamped down her muscles. He inhaled sharply.

“Yeah, don’t do that.”

She instantly relaxed. “Sorry. Did it hurt?”

He smiled. “No. It felt great, but it’s been a while and I don’t want this to end before it should.”

“You should masturbate more. It takes the edge off.”

He laughed, then stared into her eyes. “Why didn’t I know about this side of you before?”

“We never talked about sex. We were an asexual couple.”

“You had a secret life I never knew about.” He withdrew, then pushed in her again. “Still okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

What he was doing felt nice. She shifted so she could wrap her legs around his hips, which caused him to go in deeper. The steady in and out felt really good. Different than when he’d gone down on her, but still arousing. She liked how he felt inside of her. There was a completeness to it she couldn’t explain—a sense of rightness.

“I’m going to go faster,” he told her. “Let me know if it gets uncomfortable and I’ll stop.”

“You’re worried about me. Is it the almost virgin thing?”

“Yes.”

“That’s so nice.”

Later she would think about how he’d been so considerate. Later she would do a lot of things, but the second Keith increased the rhythm, she found herself unable to do anything but feel him.

The sensation of fullness expanded. She felt a pressure way down low and it spread through her in a way she couldn’t explain. She tilted her hips more and pulsed so she met him stroke for stroke. Her chest tightened as her breathing quickened and her gaze locked with his.

Something was happening, she thought frantically. Something incredible.

She grabbed his hips and pulled him in deeper, straining toward what could only be another release. He went faster still, pushing in so deeply she had no choice but to surrender to the moment.

She cried out as she came, her body shuddering. She felt her muscles contracting around him and couldn’t help squeezing even harder because it felt so good. He filled her twice more before groaning loudly as he found his own orgasm.

They looked at each other. One of his eyebrows rose. She smiled.

“Not bad.”

He laughed. “You’re a screamer.”

“What? No. I didn’t scream.”

“It was pretty loud.” He winked. “I like that.”

They got up and shared the bathroom as they cleaned up. Ellen tried to stay centered in the moment. Here she was, naked, in a hotel bathroom, with Keith, and they’d just made love. Her mind simply couldn’t take it in.

But the proof was right there in front of her. And in the mirror, if she wanted to look there, which she did. The man had a great body. Every inch of him looked good.

He met her gaze in the mirror. “You’re checking me out.”