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Looking down into her eyes, I was overwhelmed by the amount of love I felt emanating from them. I had fantasized about this moment for so long, and now it was finally happening. Charlotte was giving herself to me—I was one with her. No one had made me feel this way before, and I was certain that nobody ever would again.

I slowly pulled out before pushing inside her a second time. As much as it was killing me to go slow, I was going to take my time. I wanted to make love to her.

She let out a moan and bit my bottom lip, digging her nails into the muscles on my back. She lifted her hips to meet each of my thrusts. Then her angelic eyes looked up at me as another moan escaped her lips. “Fuck me, Tanner.”

I stopped holding myself back and took her hands in mine, pressing them above her head into the mattress. I drove myself deep inside of her, over and over again.

“Fuck, you are so tight. You feel incredible.”

Droplets of sweat had formed in between her tits, and her skin glistened in the dim light. I lowered my head so my tongue could graze over one of her perfectly hardened nipples. Charlotte’s back arched and she gripped fistfuls of my ass, pushing me deeper inside.

“You like that, baby? Tell me what else you like. Tell me what you need.”

To my surprise, she guided my hand down her body, placing it exactly where she wanted it to be. “Touch me,” she breathed.

I rubbed her sensitive skin in small circles, watching the ecstasy wash over her face. Her thighs squeezed my hips as she writhed underneath me. Her moans got louder and closer together, before turning into screams. She called out my name, and I felt her insides clench around my dick as her entire body shuddered. The feeling of her orgasm instantly brought me to mine.

It was the most intimate moment I had ever experienced. She held my face so close to hers while I shook from my release. My body tensed as I grunted a slew of words that made no sense when I strung them together. When I finished, we remained still, letting our breaths slow down. Then, I rolled onto the bed beside her.

Charlotte showered my face with kisses, and curled around my body. “That was the best sex of my life.”

I grinned. “You don’t exactly have much to compare it to, but I’m still taking that as a compliment.”

“Sorry I don’t have all that experience like you do.” She rolled her eyes and jabbed my side.

I took her hands in mine and looked at her with complete seriousness. “Tonight was the best night of my life.”

She giggled. “Because we had sex?”

“Because it was with you.”

Her eyelids closed as she pressed her forehead to mine. When she opened them, something new sparked in her eyes.

“Tanner, can you make love to me again?”

“Yes, my sweet girl. I can.”

Fourteen

Charlotte

My mom died in the springtime. It was April. I hadn’t known our last Christmas together would be our last. All I remembered of the few holidays with her was that she loved them. She loved to decorate the house and bake dozens of pies and cookies. So each year, that’s how Dad and I honored her memory.

Tonight we were decorating our Christmas tree, and Tanner was coming over to help. The two most important men in my life were going to meet for the first time, and I couldn’t be happier. My relationship with my father was back to normal; Tanner’s anger was seemingly gone; my old memories were finally staying in the past; and my panic attacks had almost disappeared completely.

I jumped up when I heard the knock at the door. Tanner was standing in the hallway with a bouquet of Gerbera daisies for me, and a bottle of red wine for my father. He was dressier than usual, wearing a black sweater with dark jeans. I had memorized every inch of him under that shirt. I couldn’t get enough of him, and whenever he was near me, all I could think about was getting him naked. Visions of him making love to me flashed through my mind, making it hard to concentrate on words.

“Hi, handsome.”

Tanner lingered near my ear after kissing my cheek. “You need to behave tonight, sweet girl.”

A flush spread across my cheeks as I let Tanner into the apartment. “Dad, this is Tanner. Tanner, this is my dad, Frank.”

Tanner extended his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Thompson.”

“Please. Call me Frank. It’s nice to finally meet the boy who has stolen my girl’s heart.” Dad shook his hand. “And all of her free time.”

Tanner smiled. “Sorry about that.” He handed my father the wine. “Charlotte said you like red.”

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