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“Are
you coming already?” he asked.

“Almost,
not yet,” I managed to gasp.

“Are
you okay?” he repeated.

“Yeah,”
I moaned.

“Then
keep fucking sucking,” he reprimanded. He reached his hand down to guide his
dick back into my mouth. I let it just sit there like a gag. I was far too
distracted. I could feel myself building once again, burning white hot and
molten inside.

“Can
I come?” I tried to say, muffled as I moaned through his dick. He pulled out
and asked me to repeat myself. My voice felt small.

“Can
I come?” I repeated shakily.

“Yes,
you may,” he granted. I relaxed as waves of pleasure washed over me. Cash
grabbed the string attaching the clothespins on my left thigh, and pulled. The
clips snapped off my skin in rapid succession as they followed the string. I
cried out and began twisting my pelvis faster against the soft rubber of the
vibrator. He pulled the string on the other side, nearly pushing me over the
edge. He balanced the toy back against me and stood back at the end of the bed.
Every muscle on my body was rigid and ready as he slid his cock inside of me. I
began my first gasps of climax as he ripped off the pins connecting my nipples.
I screamed and shook my way through a soul wracking orgasm, pulling against my
restraints and losing my vision. I floated there, outside of my body, in the
space between life and death, for what felt like a lifetime. Cash worked on
undoing my wrists and he continued to thrust into me, his own breathing
becoming labored, the intensity of my orgasm getting him well on the way to his
own. Free from their restraints, I let my hands wander to his waist, and
grasped him as he pumped. He moaned and pulled away. He grabbed my hair,
forcing me upright, and shoved me down onto his dick. He came forcefully and
shook as I sucked out every last drop. Cash smoothed my hair back and bent down
to kiss me on the forehead. He quickly untied the ropes binding my knees and
ankles. Once free, I scurried to the head of the bed and dove under the
blanket. Cash slid into bed next to me, pulling me into his chest.

“Don’t
fucking ask if I’m okay,” I blurted feebly.

“Then
can I get some affirmation that you are?” he replied. I responded by sobbing.
I’m not even freaking out about it this time. I’ve come to the conclusion that
being fucked within an inch of my life makes me react in ways that I don’t
understand. It is what it is.

“Shhh,”
Cash comforted, stroking my back. “You’re going to have to calm down so you can
tell me what you need. Just tell me what you need.”

“I
don’t know what I need,” I managed to choke out between sobs.

“Do
you want to try talking about it?” he suggested, “Or we can just lie here. Or,
I mean, I need like thirty minutes and a Gatorade but if you need to just have
like, normal sex we can do that. Just trying to think of what helped last
time.”

“I
think I’m all fucked out, babe,” I replied, my tears finally starting to
subside.

“Yeah,
no, me too. I just want to help you come back down. That’s kind of… kind of a
common thing,” he stammered. I rolled away from him and stared blankly at the
wall. He pressed into my back and placed his hand on my stomach.

“I
love you, Lillian,” he whispered into my ear.

“I
love you too,” I replied. Cash began peeling wax from my abdomen. I grabbed his
hand and laced his fingers through mine. I turned back to face him. He stared
into my eyes and tucked my hair behind my ear. I maintained eye contact for
much longer than made me comfortable before tilting my head to kiss him. He
kissed me softly. He let his hand trail down my spine. I flinched as he reached
my tender backside.

“I’m
sorry, does it still hurt?” he asked.

“A
little. But... it’s… it’s fine,” I assured him, pulling him back into a kiss. I
threw my leg over him and pulled him closer. I felt him start to grow again,
and urged him ever closer as his erection pressed against me.

“I
thought you didn’t want to fuck again,” he whispered through our kiss.

“Then
don’t fuck me, make love to me,” I urged. He did just that, and I melted in his
hands.

When I woke up the next morning, Cash
was already gone. I groggily walked to the kitchen to start coffee. I found a
fresh pot and a note from Cash.

Good morning, beautiful. I’m putting
together a surprise for you after work, wear something warm! I love you.

I
smiled. I stuck the note in the pocket of my sweat pants and poured a cup of
coffee. I was still in a bit of a daze from yesterday, but it was a good,
blissful kind of detachment from reality. I felt fuzzy and warm, like I was
riding out the buzz from the first shot of the night.

My
workday seemed to drag on forever. I hate surprises, especially when I am aware
that a surprise is coming. I’ve been texting Cash all day trying to get a hint.
He won’t budge. I’m nervous that he told me to dress warm. It’s January in the
Midwest; outside is not somewhere I want to be. Everything was frozen and there
was a fresh dusting of snow. It was beautiful and completely magical looking,
but meant to be enjoyed from a distance. Like through the window, from indoors,
or on Facetime, from somewhere warm.

Cash
was waiting for me in the lobby when I got home.

“Did
you not go to work today?” I asked as we waited for the elevator.

“No,
I did not,” he replied.

“Why?”
I prodded.

“Because.
I wanted to do something special for you,” he replied meekly.

“Why?”
I repeated.

“You
sound like a four year old. Why? Why? Why? Are we there yet? Why not?” he
teased. I rolled my eyes. When we got to the apartment, Cash told me to change
and pack an overnight bag.

“We
can’t go do anything that requires an overnight bag. I have to work in the
morning,” I reminded him.

“We’re
not going far. I promise I won’t keep you up too late. And I’ll drop you at
work in the morning,” he insisted.

“And
pick me up on time?” I sighed.

“And
pick you up on time,” he promised, “Now go, pack.” I hastily changed into jeans
and a sweatshirt, and gathered the things I would need to get ready for work
the next day while Cash rushed me out the door. It was already starting to get
dark by the time we hit the highway.

“If
you won’t tell me where we are going, at least tell me how far away we are going,”
I whined.

“Forty-five
minute drive tops. But we’re not staying that far away. Quit asking questions,”
he laughed. I tried to think about what was forty-five minutes away in the
direction we were traveling. Soybean fields were all that came to mind. The sky
got bigger and the stars got brighter the further we got from the city. He
exited the highway in a town too small to be aware of and turned down a series
of poorly maintained roads. He turned into the gravel driveway of an idyllic
farmhouse, surrounded by a blanket of twinkling, pristine snow.

“Whose
house is this?” I asked.

“My
dude from work,” he replied, leaving the plowed driveway to slide and sputter
through the yard towards the tree line.

“Does
he know you’re trying to get stuck in his yard?” I teased.

“Yes,
he is aware. I’m not going to get stuck. The ground is hard and the snow isn’t
that deep. It’s just a little… slippery. I got this,” he laughed. I sighed. He
found tread again on a gravel pathway through the trees. He stopped a few feet
from a small, frozen creek and turned the engine off.

“Why
are you turning the car off? We need that. For heat,” I whined.

“Because,
you can’t see the sky from inside the car,” he explained.

“You
brought me out here in the middle of January to look at the stars?” I scoffed.

“Something
like that,” he smiled. I groaned and braced myself for the cold as I exited the
vehicle. Cash threw a blanket over the hood of the car for us to sit on. We
laid our backs against the windshield and shivered into each other. Cash
pointed out constellations and kept illuminating the screen of his cellphone.

“You
seem kind of distracted,” I pointed out.

“Yeah,
I just didn’t expect it to be this cold,” he replied through chattering teeth.

“Well,
there’s this thing called a weather report…” I teased.

“Lilly…
I love you. So much. I love you more than I ever thought I could be capable of
loving another person…”

“I
love you too,” I interrupted, “but can you love me from inside the car?
Seriously. It’s like eighteen degrees.” A loud crack echoed from behind the
trees, making me jump into Cash’s lap. It exploded in the sky in a spiral of
glittering gold light. More fireworks shot into the sky, illuminating our faces
in blue, silver, and gold. Literal fireworks. This motherfucker. When the last
shell shattered across the inky sky Cash ushered me back into the car.

“You’re
so cheesy,” I smiled as Cash turned the engine over.

“You
love it,” he replied.

“I
do. What were those for? What’s the occasion?” I asked.

“No
occasion. I just felt like letting you know I love you,” he said as he
maneuvered back over the icy grass.

“So
that was just for me? Like… you did that?” I asked, shocked.

“Yeah.
I paid my friend twenty-five bucks to freeze his nuts off and I did it all for
you,” he smiled. I kissed the back of his hand. He got back on the highway and
headed back towards town.

After
a drive back that felt much shorter than the drive there, Cash pulled into the
parking lot of a very nice hotel. He parked and grabbed our bags.

“We’re
spending the night at a hotel five minutes from our apartment?” I asked.

“Yes,
we are. Spontaneity, my darling,” he replied. I couldn’t wipe this stupid
fucking smile off my face. We walked through the swishing electric doors to the
lobby, and I headed towards the front desk.

“This
way, I already checked in. I was running around setting this shit up all day,”
he admitted.

“Well
look at you,” I teased. Cash smirked. He led me down the hall to our room.

“I
got a room on the first floor, figured you would appreciate that,” he said as
he slipped the key card into the reader.

“I
do, very much,” I assured him. I was taken aback when I walked through the
door. Rose petals were just absolutely fucking everywhere. Rose petals on the
floor, rose petals on the bed, rose petals in the Jacuzzi tub. I turned to Cash
with my eyes wide.

“Is
it like, our anniversary or something?” I stammered.

“No,
it’s not. Just… shhh,” he breathed as he pulled me in for a kiss. He slid my
coat from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. With this set up, sex is
pretty much implied. There’s no way a man could do something like this for me
and not get some pussy out of it, so I wasted no time wriggling out of my
clothing. He led me to the bed. I laid down on my back in the center of the
bed, surrounded by fragrant pink petals. I bit my lip and watched as his eyes
scanned my body. He spent a few moments admiring me as he shed his clothing. He
climbed over me and kissed me sweetly. He retreated between my legs and pressed
his tongue into my flesh. He maintained pressure as he slid his tongue in
circles. Her masterfully orchestrated my orgasm, leading me through peaks and
valleys on his time. He left me breathless and shaking, and when my pulse began
to steady, he started all over again. When I forgot how to speak, he kissed his
way up my torso and looked into my eyes as he slid inside of me. He drove me
through another climax, and called my name as he reached his own. He kissed me
deeply as he caught his breath and rolled to my side.

“We
probably could have made love just like that at home, saved you a bunch of
money,” I teased.

“Yeah,
but it wouldn’t have had the same production value,” he laughed back.

“I
don’t want to sound unappreciative. This was… amazing. I don’t think I’ll be
able to stop smiling for like, ten years, minimum,” I admitted.

“You
better appreciate it, it was a lot of work,” he smiled.

“I
can tell. It seemed like you were going to propose or something,” I laughed.

“Sorry
to disappoint,” he sighed.

“No,
I’m not disappointed. This was just extravagantly romantic, and I’ve been
conditioned by chick flicks to see this kind of stuff as a plot point,” I
chided.

“Sorry
baby. You’re not wife material. I’ve caught you, on more than one occasion,
using Windex to clean the bathtub. That’s not what it’s for. You are just… so
bad at cleaning,” he chuckled.

“Whatever.
I’m a domestic goddess,” I dismissed.

“I
had to teach you how to brown ground beef, you didn’t even drain it,” he
argued.

“Okay.
Stop talking. You are losing all of the brownie points that you earned by doing
all of this. For me. For no reason. I love you,” I cooed.

“I
love you too. Wanna fuck in the Jacuzzi?” he suggested.

“Absolutely.”