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Tonight we are meeting some friends for dinner at our favorite seafood place. A fun night out is just what we need after all the traveling we have done lately.

I am wearing dark wash bootcut jeans from Paige Denim, a long-sleeve, white James Press t-shirt that shows just the right amount of skin, white Common Projects sneakers, and white lace lingerie hidden underneath. My jewelry is delicate: diamond earrings, dainty gold bracelets, and a statement making ring with green gemstones that contrasts with my wine colored nail polish. My hair falls down my back in soft, silky waves. My makeup is soft and natural. I grab my leather jacket and purse as I walk out into the living room.

I smile at you sitting on the couch playing on your phone. You look so good dressed for the office, but you look equally handsome dressed casually in jeans. I walk over to you as you stand. I place one hand on your neck and pull you into a familiar kiss — the affection natural after so many months of dating. You wrap an arm around my shoulders and lead me towards the door of my apartment.

Our conversation in the car is light and natural. I smile when you reach over to grab my hand and intertwine our fingers as our hands rest on my thigh. Your thumb rubs circles against my hand. When we reach the restaurant it is packed; you open my door for me and hand the keys to the valet.

Steph did a great job with the reservation; we are seated at an intimate table in the back. Our seats are pulled close together and you lay your arm on the back of my chair. My hand rests on your thigh.

When the waitress walks up we all order cocktails. One of your old fraternity brothers orders what seems to be every appetizer on the menu. I laugh at you as you study the sushi menu — a single week long company trip to Japan and you are a sushi expert. I still accept the piece of sushi you feed me later though. “It’s good,” I admit. You smirk triumphantly and kiss the top of my head.

For a moment, I freeze as I realize something that now seems incredibly obvious. I love you. Really love you. I wait for the expected panic, but after a minute I realize it isn’t coming. That’s it: I love you, and I’m happy. Still surprised, I turn back to my conversation. As we all eat, I notice all the couple things we do now. Even though you didn’t order your own water, I don’t say anything when you sneak a sip of mine after you and your friends eat that spicy dish the girls all warned you not to order. When we discuss our travels plans for the upcoming months, they are truly *our* travel plans. This isn’t casual anymore, and I feel stupid for thinking it was.

After the meal, we are full, and warm, and pleasantly tipsy. Back in your car, I hold your hand again, but, instead of chatting, I lean my head against your shoulder and look thoughtfully out the windshield.

Once we are back at my apartment complex, you walk around the car to open my door. Suddenly, I make a decision. I push you against the closed passenger door, and I pull your lips down to mine. This is not the easy, affectionate kiss from earlier. This kiss is passionate, and I press my body against yours as our lips move together. To my relief, you don’t question my sudden change in mood. I feel your hands on my ass and suddenly I am the one against the car and my legs are wrapped around you. I can feel you, hard, pressed against me. “Upstairs,” I whisper against your lips.

You pull me inside one of the elevators. A family is already inside. You pull me back to lean against your front and bury your face against my neck. I fidget impatiently until your hands grasp my hips roughly to hold me still. I settle for tapping my finger against your hand.

When the doors close behind my neighbors and we are alone, I turn in your arms and press my lips against yours. My hands slip under your shirt. I feel your hands tangle in my hair. The doors open and we walk down the hall. Outside my apartment door, I press my ass back against the front of your jeans while you kiss my neck and I try to put the door code in correctly. Stupid, tricky door code.

Finally, I get the door open and pull you inside. I drop my purse. Slamming the door closed, I push you back against it. I frantically begin to unbutton the pale blue Oxford you are wearing. You push my jacket off and pull my t-shirt over my head. Gasping for air, we separate, and I press kisses against your neck. Pulling you with me, I walk towards my bedroom. Inside, you kiss me again and slip your tongue in my mouth.

We are both kneeling, facing each other, in the middle of the bed. I run my hands up the entire length of your arms to wrap around you shoulders. Your arms wrap tightly around me to press the front of my body against the front of yours. I press kisses along your jaw line.

I must be looking at you differently tonight because you pause and look at me carefully. Frantically, I nearly decide to try to distract you, but I change my mind. You at all times make the first move. You reached out to me to catch up after we graduated. You asked me out. I was the one who insisted that we take things slow, keep things casual, *make sure.* I never asked if you were sure. If I don’t get over myself enough to say it first, it might be a long time before you believe that I didn’t say it because you said it. I take a slow breath.

“You don’t have it say it yet; I just realized…. that I love you a lot,” I surprise myself by how certain I sound. You look shocked. I lean in to kiss you, but you wrap your hands around my shoulders to stop me. I wait.

“You love me,” you check. I nod. I begin to repeat myself. You stop me.

“Don’t say that if you aren’t ready for things to change” you warn. “You’re the one that wanted to take things slow, that wanted limits. So unless you are actually ready for something new, don’t say it again.”

I suddenly realize that maybe *you* didn’t actually like going slow and creating limits. I feel guilty. There was probably a reason that I didn’t ask. After a few minutes of having more with you, I realize that I don’t want less either.

“I love you. I *love* you.” I gently push you down onto your back and press kisses down your chest and belly before I begin working on your belt. After a few moments, your hands join mine and we get your jeans off. I shimmy out of mine and kneel between your legs in nothing but white lace. I lean forward and lick my tongue up the length of your cock getting it nice and wet. One of my hands twists up and down while I suck firmly on the head of your cock. One hand drops down to cup your balls. My hand on your cock speeds up and pushes more of your length into my mouth. I swirl my tongue against you while I suck.

Your hands wrap around my upper arms and pull me up the bed and push me onto my back. Your thumb rubs circles against my clit. You begin to lean down, but I pull you closer. “I’m ready. I want you inside of me,” I whisper against your lips. Slowly, you nod. You move on top of me, and I pull your weight against me. My legs move up your thighs and wrap around your waist. You brace yourself on your forearms. I kiss you deeply as you press inside of me slowly. We moan against one another’s lips. I slowly rock my hips to meet yours. My hands stroke the backs of your arms and your sides. Your head drops down to my shoulder and I rest my cheek against the top of your head. Your hands grip my hips tightly. For the next several minutes, there are no words, only groans and gasps as we move together.

Suddenly you capture both my hands in yours, and you drag my hands above my head. You intertwine our fingers again, tangling our hands together intimately. Your forehead rests against mine. The incredible intimacy of the moment is uncomfortable for a moment, but, then, you whisper that you love me against my lips. This time, the words, come easier although with more emotion.

“I love you too,” I gasp against your lips. You thumb rubs my clit in tight circles. I feel myself come aside; my back arches and I groan your name loudly when I cum. You thrust roughly against me. You groan my name loudly before I feel you cum inside me.

You drop against me. Our hands stay tangled together above our heads. After several minutes, you roll over and pull me against your chest. We settle in each other’s arms. We have a lot to talk about, but it won’t be tonight. Tonight, it is enough to know that I get to keep you and you get to keep me. The comforting press of our bodies, the warmth in each other’s arms, and the relaxation from our sharing our confessions and the booze we had earlier are putting us to sleep. Soon we are curled together and sleeping.

NSFW: yes

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