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from his chest.
    Then he took charge and did the same for me, paying special attention to my nipple ring. Everywhere he touched me he seemed to set off trails of fire under my skin. When he turned me to the wall and kissed down the line of my spine, I trembled at the touch of his lips on my back.
    I was panting for air when I turned back to face him, letting my hands skim down his torso as I sank to my knees.
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    my mouth around him, he let out a gasp that told me what he was feeling. It was like you go your whole life wanting something, needing it, and then in the moment when you get it, you find out that it’s better than you ever could have imagined. And you can never go back after you feel it.
    Watching the look of ecstasy on his face, how his eyes rolled up and his head fell back, water trickling down his chest, I relived the intensity of my first time. And I hadn’t even had any feelings for the guy who went down on me.
    His hips began to move and he staggered back, flattening his hands against the wall as if the sensation was just too much for him. Slowly, I relaxed my throat and took him all inside till my lips brushed the curly hair at the base.
    “Oh my god…” he moaned. “Not like that…”
    “What?”
    He tugged me to my feet and held me against him. I wrapped my hand around his cock and mine, pressing our erections together, staring into his eyes, as our hips flexed in concert.
    He was the first to come, groaning softly as his essence spurted over our joined hands, allowing me to watch as the rapture of his orgasm transformed his face. I loved it, watching him sent me over the edge and suddenly my release rocketed from me, like champagne from a bottle.

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    I sagged against him and he held me against his heaving chest.
    Finally the water started to cool off.
    “I think we emptied your water heater,” I said in a shaky voice.
    “Doesn’t matter. Let’s go back to the fire.” We dried each other off, mostly with towels, some with tongues. He stuck his little finger through my nipple ring and admired it.
    “Maybe I should get my other one pierced so it can get some attention too,” I teased.
    “Yeah, or I could get a matching one.” He laughed.
    “And we could hook them together.”
    “And go through life, stuck chest to chest? What would people think?”
    “That we love each other. Or that we’re crazy.” I was beginning to think he was serious about this. I didn’t want to let go of him and he didn’t seem to want to either so we walked downstairs with our hands linked. He disengaged to tend to the fire, while I admired the flex of his haunches as he crouched to add more wood.
    “Want some breakfast?”
    “Yeah.”

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    We got dressed and went into the kitchen where Jake seemed to feel the need to demonstrate his culinary skills.
    He whipped up a breakfast that my mother wouldn’t have sneezed at, with pancakes, bacon, muffins, homemade plum preserves and hash browns. I made the coffee.
    Jake walked around me, carefully not touching me while I set the table. I giggled internally, amazed to look at my best friend and realize I’d been rubbing against him naked up in the shower. I wanted to get us back to normal, so I went up behind him and hip checked him gently. He grabbed me and kissed me lightly.
    Eating at the same table, pouring out coffee for him, and taking care of the dishes with the poignantly sweet implication of shared domesticity made me a little giddy, even though we really hadn’t talked about the future yet.
    Everything was making me giddy.
    Once the kitchen was cleaned up, Jake asked, “Want to go for a walk? Or have you become all pansy-assed living in the city, and too afraid of the cold to set foot outside?”
    “I’m pretty sure I can still keep up with you, Jakester.”
    “All right, Android. We’ll see if you’ve lost your touch on snowshoes.”
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    we kept moving it didn’t feel too bad. There was no wind, which helped. It’s always fun to be the first human to leave your footprints in a pristine, dazzling fall of snow.
    It startled me when I felt him take my hand. It’s not like anyone