It was on a date night with Jonathan off duty that things came to a turning point between them.

They went to a trampoline park and were bounding up and down, taking full advantage of their airborne state to grab at one another and make increasingly impressive and reckless flips and jumps.

"I think the monitor over there is about to come over and tell us to cool it," Clary laughed out at him when she seized him around his shoulders and swung herself around his back, her legs crossed around his waist. Jace reached around and held her legs so that they appeared to be jumping piggy back style but really gave Clary an ideal opportunity to rub her body against the hard lines of his back.

"You are a very naughty girl," Jace told her and turned his head back so that she could crane over and give him a wet and sloppy kiss. They could hardly manage the usual flawless alignment of their mouths as the rest of their bodies sailed up and down in the air but it was still magical and perfect to Clary, just like all their kisses. Jace pulled her around into his arms so they were now facing each other.

"Where's the Detective?" Jace asked referring to her brother. "Is he trying to entrap us by hiding in disguises?"

"That's not his style," Clary answered, boldly pressing her lips to Jace's neck. "You know he likes to be front and center, burning holes into us with his laser eye beams."

Jace was right, though. She hadn't seen Jonathan. She suspected he was on a Seelie call and had sent one of his minions in his place. She looked around the park to get a full view of the crowd around them. It was then that she felt an uncomfortable, almost burning gaze at her back and swiveled her head to lock eyes with an intense black stare. Sebastian Verlac. He was loosely draped over another small, very cute brunette who spoke very animatedly up at him but he seemed entirely occupied with watching her. A tingling sensation travelled down her spine. What a creep. No doubt about it. Look at him, his too long wavy black hair slicked back but a chunky strand fell daringly over his left eye. He wore a tight black shirt and black jeans. Clary thought he looked like a sleek black panther, a consummate predator and the way he eyed her made her feel like she was his intended prey.

"You're kidding me," Jace had his arms around her waist, his chest behind her back and they both faced Sebastian now. "I know they're friends but I never thought Jonathan would send Verlac to babysit."

"First of all, I'm not a baby," Clary sulked. Jonathan's constant surveillance tactics was getting aggravating. "But, yeah, it seems odd," Clary agreed and struggled a little to look away from Sebastian. "Jonathan always tells me to stay away from Sebastian. Says he can't be trusted around any woman … but he's never had the slightest interest in me."

Jace spun her around to face him and the sheer force of his beauty and his arresting golden eyes had her lost in mid thought.

"Trust me," Jace's arms formed an iron vise around her, "he's interested," and then bent over and kissed her in a heated and blatantly possessive hold.

Not that she minded at all. She had the vaguest notion that they really should not be doing this here but she could not say why and had no desire to pull away and figure it out. And then, even with her mouth firmly planted over his, her body wrapped around him, she could tell they were moving, or rather he was moving them in a way that was not consistent with their soaring trampoline jumps.

"Ahem!" a loud voice managed to pierce through the haze created by their embrace and they both turned their heads toward the interruption. After hearing so many similarly disapproving grunts directed at them, they had both grown conditioned to break any amorous activity and quickly respond to the interference. But instead of meeting the piercing narrowed green scrutiny of her brother's eyes or her aunt's frowning visage, they faced Izzy's amused but rather exasperated smirk.

"You know there are little kids around here, right?" she questioned them. "You two really need to learn about what's appropriate in public and in private. In other words, get a room."

Clary would have laughed if she didn't hear and feel the low groan that rumbled from Jace's chest. She gave him a curious look.

"I was just imagining this foreign concept. You and me. Alone. In a room," he explained.

Her own eyes widened at the thought and a rising heat went through her body.

"So … Jace, it kinda looks like you were about to get out of there," Izzy pointed out.

Clary then noticed that Jace had in fact walked them over to the side of the trampoline pit and had one hand on the ladder out while the other held her securely pressed against him, her legs in their usual position, tightly gripping his waist.

"Maybe it will help if you, like, get off him, Clary," Izzy suggested with a roll of her eyes.

"Oh … yeah," Clary mumbled. She probably should have been embarrassed but honestly at this point she considered it an accomplishment to manage only one public spectacle when they went out on their dates.

Clary eased off Jace's body. It didn't matter how many times they touched, she could never get enough of how he felt next to her, beneath her, above her. Jace held onto her waist and hoisted her up the padded ladder, fondling the curve of her legs as she shakily climbed out. Clary gave Izzy a hug while Jace climbed out himself.

"So, what are you doing here?" she asked Izzy cheerfully. "Here with Simon?" She looked around for him. A trampoline park wasn't really their style, but maybe they decided to switch things up.

Izzy grimaced distastefully. "Really, Clary? Do I look like the type to be jumping up and down like a clown? No offense. Simon's out with his mom and sister. You know, she came back to visit this weekend."

"Oh," Clary smiled when she felt Jace's arm slide around her waist. "But then why are you here?"

Izzy's eyes darted around somewhat guiltily. "Okay, Clary. Don't be mad, but I'm doing a favor … for Jonathan."

"What? You're kidding me! He sent you to watch me! Izzy, you're my friend. How could you join the dark side?" Clary's mouth fell open in surprise.

"Honestly, Clary. What's the big deal? He was desperate. All his usual 'go-to' guys were busy and he said something about Seelie, an emergency, couldn't wait … And he promised if I did this for him, well, he would owe me." The grin on Izzy's face looked highly suspect to Clary.

"Don't tell me you still have the hots for him? I thought you were with Simon now?" Clary felt her hackles raising. She couldn't believe Izzy would drop Simon like that.

Now, Izzy looked insulted. "Really, Clary? You're going there? No, I don't play like that. And yes, I like Simon very much and I don't think I need to call in favors from your brother for a date." Izzy huffed a bit then continued, "Quite honestly, we was begging pitifully and I'm a compassionate girl."

Clary snickered a little, "Uh huh." Then she turned around to see if Sebastian was still skulking around. "Then, what about Sebastian? Jonathan didn't send him?"

Izzy scrunched up her nose as if she smelled something bad. "Are you kidding me? Your brother isn't stupid. Why would he ever send Sebastian to make sure you stay good and innocent? That's like sending a wolf to make sure the lamb is safe."

Clary relaxed a little then. It was a relief to know Sebastian would not be following her around all evening. Jace tended to be over cautious about Clary with other guys. It was actually sort of funny that he shared this trait with Jonathan. She did not believe Sebastian was really attracted to her but she could believe he enjoyed freaking her out simply because he was a nasty piece of work. Clary had only ever known Sebastian for the derisive sneer he directed at her, the snorting way he asked if she was a girl or boy underneath the formless slouch of clothes she always wore before Jace turned up or why she was so slow to bring the guys their drinks and snacks when they occasionally came over to the house to hang with Jonathan. And she had not even minded it. Not really. She didn't like him but she preferred that treatment to this new Sebastian who seemed to preen at her and appeared to want her attention. He could never affect her the way Jace did but he was undeniably good looking and … sexy … but not in a good way. No, he looked like the type of boy that would take you, wring you out and leave you like a discarded rag on the floor.

"Clary," Jace whispered into her ear. "Does this mean what I think it means?" There was a tremor in his voice and she was surprised to feel him shaking a little.

Izzy had walked away to take a call and Clary and Jace stood on a line to buy a pizza and sodas.

"I don't know. What does what mean?" she asked confused.

"We're free? No guards on duty tonight?" There was a jubilant excitement in his voice that she hated to dampen but she slowly shook her head no.

"You heard Izzy. She's watching us tonight," Clary answered him.

"We could so easily ditch her," Jace responded. "Look at her. She's doing a very half assed job. We could turn around and leave right now. She wouldn't even notice for another ten minutes."

Clary actually considered it but then, "No, I can't do that to Izzy. She'll never let me hear the end of it and believe me, if she feels wronged she will absolutely call the Detective in."

Clary watched an adorable pout form on Jace's lips and glided a finger over its smooth pinkness.

"I have an idea," Jace's alluring mouth turned up in an excited grin. His golden eyes were so luminous he took her breath away. "A dream come true type of idea," he rushed out.

"What is it?" she asked eagerly. Whatever it was, it had him brimming with an exhilarating hope and she would give anything to fulfill it for him.

"Stay over at Izzy's tonight," Jace whispered in her ear. "Then sneak out and spend the night with me."

The idea of it thrilled her and filled her with excitement but … she wasn't sure. Would Izzy agree? Would her aunt and Jonathan believe her and not come banging on Izzy's door to check on her? Was she ready for this?

She didn't know what he saw on her face but he drew it up gently with both hands. "We don't have to do anything. I promise. I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms and then wake up with you still in them."

Her heart soared at his words and she nodded, then puckered her lips for the sweetest, gentlest kiss. It felt like the barest wisp of a cloud that swayed back and forth across her open and willing mouth.

"You guys gonna get something or what?" a tired middle aged man behind them nudged then forward on the line.

They clasped hands and moved up.

"So, what do you think, Iz?" Clary watched Izzy carefully.

It was hard to say how Izzy would respond. She had a pensive look on her face that Clary did not know how to read.

"Are you crazy?" Izzy finally expelled. "I told your brother I'd watch you and now I'm supposed to help you run off with sex on a stick?"

"Iz, it's not like that!" Clary struggled to keep her voice down.

She had persuaded Jace to let her speak with Izzy alone and they had found a bench away from the crowds by an unused trampoline cage, shuttered for repairs.

"Then tell me, what is it?" Izzy demanded. "From where I stand and for that matter, from where everyone stands, anyone who's had their vision burned by the sight of the two you going at it, it sure looks like two insanely sexed up teenagers."

Clary exhaled loudly, "I love him, Izzy. You know that. I want this. I want to spend more than ten minutes alone with him. We've been dating for months and my neurotic aunt and insanely overbearing brother are constantly over our shoulders. Can't you understand?"

Izzy was about to say something but stopped short with a dawning thought overcoming her face. "Are you sure about this? About him?"

"I'm sure how I feel about him. I'm sure I want him. I'm sure I want him to be my first," she answered with more decisiveness than she felt.

Of course there was no question that she loved him, wanted him, but at the same time she knew it would change things. And she didn't know what that would mean. They were happy the way they were, weren't they? Terribly frustrated, almost frantic to prolong their brief morning minutes together, it always left her wanting more … but if they both finally had more, had all of each other, what then? Clary took in a big breath then exhaled. It didn't matter. She supposed she could drive herself crazy with all the questions but in the end, it didn't matter. What mattered was this moment, this chance to be with Jace. It was worth the risk. It was worth the heartbreak that may be coming, that she had once been so sure she was destined to face if she opened herself up to him. She knew unequivocally he cared for her, he wanted her. Did he love her? She couldn't say with certainty but it didn't matter. She loved him. It was enough.

"Alright, Clary," Isabelle sighed. "It's your decision. It should be your decision. But I'm going to hate myself if you get hurt."

Clary met Izzy's dark eyes and could not mistake the love she saw in them. She reached up and pulled Izzy into a tight hold.

"Everyone gets hurt, Iz," Clary dropped her head onto Izzy's shoulder. "It's how we grow but I'm so very grateful for you. I know I can face anything with you behind me. Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah," Izzy sniffed. "I love you, too."

Izzy pulled away from Clary but still held onto her shoulders. "So what's the plan?"

Clary could not help wondering if this was real or if she was dreaming. It had been strangely easy, too easy, to explain to Aunt Hodge and then Jonathan that she was sleeping over at Izzy's. Aunt Hodge nodded blankly. Staying over at Izzy's was a fairly commonplace occurrence. They did live right across from the street from each other. It had admittedly been a while. The fun of staying up all night, watching scary movies and playing dress up games was not as appealing as it was when they were ten and they both preferred to go back to their own beds for a comfortable night's sleep. As for Jonathan, he wasn't even home when she got back so she did not have to worry about whether he could see the lie on her face. She called his phone and he sounded … distracted. She hoped it was nothing to worry about. She didn't like Seelie but she knew her brother did and swear to God, if that high-falutin, hoity-toity, redheaded queen hurt him she was not above exacting some low down vengeance on the witch.

But, he didn't sound upset, just … odd, different. In any case, he certainly seemed to be less inquisitive about her plans than she would have expected. He asked her to repeat herself two or three times and then simply hoped she'd have a good time, would see her tomorrow.

Maybe this was just meant to be and all the stars were aligning to plan. She didn't really believe in that fate mumbo jumbo crap but well, she was the first to admit she didn't really know a damn thing. She stuffed a change of clothes, her toothbrush, a hairbrush, a tank and shorts sleeping set into a duffel bag and looked around her room. Her mind was a muddled haze. She could barely think straight. The adrenaline rushed through her blood, a confounding excitement had her body thrumming with excess energy and she found it inordinately difficult to concentrate, remember what she might need for a sleep over.

What time was it? Jace was supposed to wait for her behind Izzy's house at eleven. It was ten forty five. OK, a little bit of time. Maybe, she could sit down and try to breathe normally again.

"Miss Clary, what are you doing?" Aunt Hodge pushed her door open and looked down at Clary, lying prostrate on her bed, a somewhat disinterested but quizzical look on her face. "I thought you were staying with your friend. Why are you still lying around in here?"

"Yeah, I'm just … I was trying … to remember something," Clary finished lamely.

"Hmmm," said Aunt Hodge. "Was it important?" she asked.

Clary looked up at her aunt and wondered why she seemed to care. Aunt Hodge had never bothered much with the details of Clary's life. She made sure there was food for her, gave her a weekly allowance, looked over her report card and signed the necessary school related forms but Clary realized her aunt had probably spoken more to her over the past few months, since dating Jace, than she had over the last ten years.

Aunt Hodge did not work but it seemed she had inherited a decent sum of money from her brother, Jack Fairchild, Clary and Jonathan's father, and had lived off this nest egg since her nephew and niece came to live with her. Apparently there were also trust funds set up for the children but they would not be able to access it until they reached their twenty fifth year. They did not know much about it, how much was in the trust, why or how they were set up. Clary sometimes wondered how her father had planned so well ahead. She couldn't imagine it was much money. They had never lived lavishly as far as she could recall. Her father had been a gifted painter. Everyone always told her she had inherited his looks and his talent. She sometimes spent hours examining his paintings that were hung around her aunt's home; the precise brush strokes, the explosion of colors. She considered it the highest compliment when her artwork was compared to his but she couldn't help but wish she looked more like her mother, like Jonathan. Valentina Fairchild had a striking ice cool beauty, long white blond hair and elegant Nordic features. Nothing like the elfish attributes that seemed to dominate Clary's appearance. Although, of course, Jonathan and Clary shared their father's emerald green eyes.

"Is everything alright, Aunt Hodge?" Clary asked her.

"Sure, sure, nothing to worry about," Aunt Hodge answered quickly. "What about you, Clary? Are you alright? Have you thought about which colleges you'll apply to? What you're going to do with your life?"

"Well, I still have some time for that. I'm more concerned about where Jonathan is headed. Aren't you?" Clary asked her but felt profoundly touched that her aunt cared enough to ask about her.

"Jonathan," Aunt Hodge grimaced. "I'm sure that boy can take care of himself. He doesn't need me. Not like you."

And then miracle of miracles, Aunt Hodge actually patted Clary's hair affectionately.

"Sometimes, I look at you ... and I miss my brother … so much," she said quietly.

Clary was utterly mystified. Aunt Hodge had never mentioned her father much before.

"So … you liked him? He wasn't too … handsome?" Clary asked bewildered.

Aunt Hodge looked befuddled and then outraged. "Now, what is that supposed to mean, Miss Clary?" she spit out. "My brother was a very handsome man and I loved him, I'll have you know. Now get on out of here or unpack your things and go to sleep."

She threw one last harassed look at Clary then shuffled out muttering about ungrateful whippersnappers.

Clary shook her head. What the hell was that about? Then turned her head to check the time on the clock and ran out the door.

"Jace!" she whispered loudly.

It figured someone in her family would throw a wrench in her alone time plans with Jace. She hoped he wasn't irritated. Why her aunt would choose this moment to get all touchy feely was a mystery but she knew some part of her had not minded the delay. She was a little scared.

Did he actually leave? Fine, she was late. Fifteen minutes late but really, he couldn't wait fifteen minutes after months of groping each other like lunatics, he couldn't wait fifteen …. GAHH!

He held her tightly, his mouth mashed over hers. He was literally trembling. He was like a live wire, a shocking course of electricity transmitting from his touch into her body and then suddenly he pulled away, panting loudly.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I swore I wouldn't do that. I swear I can control myself," he said roughly. "I'm just … I'm happy … to see you."

He chuckled then, his lazy laugh. The one that told her they were good, better than good. The one that made her want to jump on top of him and jolt him with her own electrifying energy.

"You never have to apologize for kissing me," she said in a low voice. She could hear the absolute hunger in it. She was pretty sure he'd have to be deaf not to recognize it too. "So, where are we going?" She stupidly realized they had never discussed their plans that far. She had no idea where he would take her.

"Home, of course," he said and took her hand.

"Your grandmother won't mind … you have a guest?" she asked unevenly.

"She's not there," Jace answered. "She went to some charity ball. Staying at the hotel afterwards."

"Okay," she said. She had never heard anyone sound so mesmerizingly seductive. "Then, take me home."

She tapped once on Izzy's window to let her know she was leaving with Jace. Izzy's face popped out from the curtains, a small worried smile on her face.

"I love you," she mouthed at Izzy and Izzy nodded back at her, motioned with her hands to call her later.

When she turned back to Jace, she noticed he looked at her strangely.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said and they left then.

She had never seen Jace move without a sleek catlike grace before but she thought he actually stumbled twice as they made their way to his car. She had no idea how she got there herself. She didn't think she could feel her legs but she knew she walked there. They avoided looking into each other's eyes. She didn't know what Jace was thinking but she knew she could easily lose herself in his gaze and they would end up rolling around in Izzy's backyard if they started their staring contest. Probably not a good idea.

Jace did not turn on the lights when they got to his home. Clary figured he didn't want to wake ther servants but he didn't move with any trepidation. He was back to his normal self and glided smoothly across the surfaces. She supposed it was just the unfamiliar grounds that tripped him up previously.

He brought her to his room. It was a large room. It was also very bare and very white. White bed, white curtains, white walls. He didn't turn the lights on in there either but the moonlight streamed in from the large picture windows facing the garden and she could easily move around. She walked about, trying to find some part of Jace in the room. The last time she was at his home, they did not enter his room what with his grandmother and more impedingly, her brother, in attendance. There was a small photo in a plain silver picture frame on a large white dresser. That halted her inspection. A couple, a beautiful couple, stood holding each other, clearly very much in love. They did not even bother to look at the camera, they were so wrapped up in each other. Clary knew these were Jace's parents without asking. He had his father's golden coloring and strong, tall frame. He had his mother's peerless features, the lines of her face, so smooth and clean she could have been a sculpted masterpiece. There were no pictures of Jace, his grandmother or his grandfather. There were no awards or trophies although Clary knew that Jace had received countless academic and sports related accolades. She wondered what he did with them but didn't ask.

And then she found another picture. On the night table, next to his bed, was a well-worn photo of … herself. She was so surprised by this she unconsciously sat down and picked it up. When had he taken it? She had never seen her eyes so wide and so green before. Her hair was a mess, untamed by any clip or hair tie but she could almost see why Izzy encouraged her to wear it down naturally. There was a wild beauty to it that she had never noticed before. It looked like he had taken the shot after one of their crazed make out sessions in his car, seeing as how she was seated against the very familiar leather interior and her clothes were askew, her blouse hanging widely off a shoulder but apparently she had turned to him with a dazed expression that screamed, 'I love you.'

Jace crouched down in front of her and took the picture from her hands.

"That's mine," he said quietly. "Do you want to get ready for bed?"

"To sleep," he added hurriedly and looked down.

"Jace," she said softly. "I want you."

He seemed to shake a little, then put the picture into the top drawer of the night table. He turned back to her and slowly faced her. There was a beautiful glow in his eyes and a raging fire behind them.

"Clary, I told you I only want to hold you while you sleep. I'm not asking for anything else," he said calmly but she could hear the tremble in his voice.

"I know. I'm asking." She wondered how the words just spilled out of her mouth and then she placed her own hands on his face and pulled his mouth onto hers.

She had never thought their kisses, especially the ones they shared in his car, were inhibited but now she knew they had both been holding back. There was so much feverish passion in the way their mouths molded together, the way their hands gripped the other's face and tugged through their hair, the way their tongues embraced and they moaned into each other's mouths. She felt as if she might just spontaneously combust and in that moment she would die perfectly happy. And then she realized she was falling into her lust induced blackout mode when she noticed her fingers had unknowingly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She pulled back then. Jace still had her shoulders in his strong warm hands but did not try to force her back into his arms.

"What is it?" he said unsteadily. "Do you want to stop?" He slowly unhinged his fingers and moved his hands off her.

"No," she spoke clearly. "I want to remember everything. I want to see everything. Undress for me."

Who am I? Who's saying these things? She felt as if she should be terrified but she wasn't. She felt incredibly empowered, finally ready to take what she wanted, fully conscious and aware of it.

She got up and stood a few feet away from him. "I'll go first, if you want."

He stared up at her. He was still kneeling by the bed where they had been sharing their unbridled kisses only seconds ago. He nodded slowly.

She moved deliberately, easing out of each piece of clothing. First the top, then the bra. He had seen this all before but he looked at her as if it were all new to his eyes. And then she undid her jeans and tugged them off. She was not even embarrassed when she had to hop out of them. Izzy had insisted on skin tight jeans and she had to admit they looked pretty good on her but they weren't exactly made to slip out of neatly. She stood in front of him almost completely exposed and the hitch in his breathing made her blood boil with desire. She slung her thumbs into the sides of her panties and smiled at him.

"This will officially make you my panty dropper," she told him as she pushed them down and stepped out of them.

It was a little cool, standing in his room, competely naked but she felt amazingly hot, especially with the way he looked at her. She could feel his eyes grazing her bare body, igniting a burning heat inside her.

He stood up then. "If I live to be a hundred years old, I will never see anything more beautiful than you," he told her and she flushed with pleasure.

He moved towards her and she stepped back.

"Your turn, Jace," she said, then smiled with anticipation.

He kept his eyes locked on hers and she sensed the wordless communication between them. She had no idea what was being said but she knew it felt … amazing, as if everything she ever wanted or needed flowered around her. She had never felt so complete or whole. She was only able to half watch Jace undress. She was so absorbed by his stunning golden eyes and everything they told her. He was naked in front of her and absolutely glorious. She didn't even need to move to touch him. She could stand here and just look at him, every bare exquisite inch of him and never want for anything for the rest of her life. But then he moved toward her and took her in his arms. It felt wonderful having his bare body pressed against hers. She thought she might pass out from the ecstasy. He lifted her and brought her to his bed.

"You're perfect. You're beautiful," he told her and covered her body with the sweetest, most tender kisses she could ever imagine.

She was afraid she was losing her hold on the moment as the pleasure and the heat that thrummed through her body threatened to wipe out all her abilities for cogent thought. When he moved his body over hers and aligned their hips the anticipation had grown almost painful. This was happening. Or was it? She might be dreaming all of this. She had had similarly heated dreams but … never as detailed or with such a flood of sensations that rocked her body to its core. Her legs opened and wrapped themselves around his waist with a will of their own. She hoped she was not disappointing him. She had not done much that she could remember other than lie on her back and let the sensations overwhelm her but she did not believe she was capable of much more than that. But, he didn't seem disappointed. He was very much absorbed in his own activities. Her hips met his when he plunged into her and she gasped at the pain, a fullness inside her that seemed to stretch her almost to tearing.

"Oh God, that hurts," she could not contain the words.

"Just stay still, sweetheart," he whispered back at her. "Don't move, you'll get used to it. You'll see," he groaned out and the gritty sound did something to her. It made her want to open up wider to him and she gripped his back and forced him in deeper.

"Baby, what are you doing?" he moaned into her neck.

She could feel him growing inside her. It was hard to believe he could get bigger but there it was and … the pain … it was … subsiding. She started moving her hips. It was not a conscious action but one she felt compelled to do and then he was moving with her. Slowly, gliding in and out, and like everything else between their bodies, they moved as one and fit so perfectly together she couldn't even remember the initial pain. It was still astonishingly tight but an oily wetness surrounded their moving parts and the rubbing friction began to feel good … really, really good, that kept rising like a surging tide.

"Oh, God, Clary," he moaned, "You're … you … were made for me. You feel so good. You … belong to me. Say it."

"Yes, Jace," she cried out. "I'm yours. I'll always be yours."

She felt his hands reach under her and tilt her hips up, opening her up even more than she thought possible while he grinded into her. She felt a building pressure where they slammed into each other. Each dive he took inside her had her bucking up for more.

He bit into her neck and started sucking lustily pleading with her, "Please come, baby."

She could barely understand what he was saying. Did he want her to leave? And then the building pressure had reached its climax. The walls inside her, pressed tight against him, started clenching and unclenching, an explosive shudder that had her holding onto him, her nails digging into his flesh and a drenching release of hot liquid spurted inside her. She had never felt anything so staggeringly good. Her last conscious thoughts, if this is what sex is like for everyone, I completely understand why boys are so sex crazed. But somehow she knew this was better than that. That what they had was something mind-blowingly special.