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her. Ben moved behind her, pressing against her firmly. She shivered at the contact, snuggling closer, then turned to look at her newfound lover.
    His face relaxed in sleep, Ben looked a mere twenty years old. His full lips quirked up at the ends into the shadow of a smile. A fine coating of stubble darkened his jaw line, and his hair fell across his forehead and splayed over the pillow beneath him. His bare chest flexed as he instinctively pulled her closer, burying his face in her curls and sighing in contentment.
    Jessica’s heart swelled to be able to make someone so happy on such a basic level. She might have been miles from her own apartment, but for the first time since her parents’ death, she felt as if she were home. Everything just seemed…right. Comfortable. She molded perfectly into his body, her pliant shape giving way to the contours of his hard muscle.
    Fully awake, she stretched out of his tight hold and wriggled gently away. She folded the coverlet back and took in a harsh breath at the sight of his naked body, his erection rigid in the morning sunlight.
    She palmed it with a light touch, fascinated by the slight change in color from the paleness of his thighs to the rosy hue of his erection. Ben moved into the touch, still swamped in sleep, and Jessica’s fingers grew bolder. She stroked the exposed underside, splaying her hand at the base to palm his heavy globes. She massaged them slowly, increasing the pressure until Ben moaned and pushed his body into her. Dipping her head, Jessica trailed kisses down Ben’s smooth torso, nuzzling the inside of his hip until he moved his legs slightly apart, turning onto his back.
    “Hey, there,” he murmured. “Happy Christmas Eve.”
    “Mmm,” Jessica said, flashing him a quick glance before returning to her task.
    She darted her tongue over his tip, and he groaned, propping up on his elbows to look at her. Placing feathery kisses up and down his length, she waited until Ben was almost writhing beneath her to take his heat into her mouth.
    Ben gasped as she wrapped her hand around his base, pumping slowly upward as she sucked in her cheeks, coming off the head with a pop before dropping back down to do it again.
    “Oh, God,” Ben whispered, twining his fingers in her hair. “Best Christmas ever.”
    Jessica stopped for a moment, looking up at him. “You know,” she said, “I was thinking the same thing.”
    She bent down and took him in a quick motion, flicking her tongue around the bottom rim of the tip. Ben bucked his hips forward, and Jessica struggled to take the length of him in to the hilt. Then he pulled away suddenly, and Jessica made a strangled noise of protest, that sound dying on her lips when the man grasped her under her arms and pulled her atop him.
    Feeling the hard ridge of him under her made her body ache with a need she hadn’t known she’d had. Her center pulsed with it, when Ben turned away. She waited impatiently as Ben crossed the room, bent in his closet and took out a small box. He held up a key, smiling, then moved to the nightstand. He unlocked the top drawer and removed a condom.
    “So that’s why that drawer was locked,” Jessica murmured.
    Ben just grinned at her and slipped the latex over his skin. That done, he lay back down and placed his hand on the bones of her hips, lifting her gently, then easing her back down so that she sheathed him completely.
    Jessica let Ben set the pace from below, a leisurely back and forth that drew gasps of pleasure from her with each pulse within her. She knelt forward, planting her forearms on either side of his face, and kissed his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and teasing it with her tongue until the man beneath her could take no more and crushed her to him, searing her with hot kisses from her jaw to her cheekbones.
    His thrusts became more urgent, and Jessica felt a coiling of lust deep within her as he reached a spot she hadn’t known she had again and again. In a