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And with that, he rolled off of me and went to the bathroom. A small wave of embarrassment washed over me as I caught a glimpse of the proof of my virginity on his semi-hard dick. But that only led me to be thankful once again.

I wasn’t going to thank Ethan for doing this, because he told me not to. But with anyone else, this would have been humiliating; and losing your virginity was not supposed to behumiliating.

I don’t think I realized until that moment how much I would have regretted doing this any other way. Being with someone that loved me and I trusted was the best decision I ever made.

So Iwasthankful to Ethan.

For making that moment special for me.

For taking care of me.

For making love to me.

Chapter 19

Ethan

I stared in the bathroom mirror at myself as I waited for Madison’s bath water to run. My hands were on the counter and my shoulders were hunched over. But despite my posture, I felt like a fucking sovereign.

Sex with Madison wasvanillain retrospect. But I had never come so hard in my life. I never imagined slow, passionate, love-making would blow my mind the way it did.

Even bareback.

I was shook.

And kinda scared.

And I wanted to do it again. Just like that. With her. Over and over.

I looked at the blood on my dick and then looked to the ceiling. Thank God it was me. Thank God I was with her and not some dumb fuck that wouldn’t care what this meant or how she felt.

I checked the water and made my way back into the bedroom, half expecting her to be asleep. Instead, she had her feet hanging off the side of the bed and her shoulders hunched over.

“Hey, you ok?” I asked, kneeling in front of her, still completely naked.

“You didn’t clean yourself off,” she murmured. She was looking down and when I knelt in front of her, she had a primetime view of my semi-hard dick.

I huffed a small laugh, “No, I didn't. You’re gonna do it for me.”

Her eyes widened and she looked up at my face. But I didn’t give her time to wonder what the fuck I meant. I just scooped her into my arms and carried her into the bathroom.

I set her feet on the floor and kissed her cheek before guiding her into the bath and following her in. I didn’t plan on taking a bath with her. I am sure this went way beyond our agreement.

This wasn’t sex, this was intimacy. And intimacy was way more dangerous than sex.

But I couldn’t help it.

And she didn’t argue.

So I settled into the opposite side of the bathtub and faced her, placing her feet in my lap like I did when we were hanging out on the couch.

The bathtub was huge and set up against another window that overlooked the city. I had the lights low in the bathroom and bubbles billowing out over our chests.

Madison had a lazy, satisfied smile on her face and finally looked relaxed since the first time we got to the new room.

“Are you sore?”

A blush crept over her face, “A little, but not enough to not want to do it again.”