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me.<br />
“You’ll never be afraid again, Cassie,” he said.<br />
I lifted for him, and then with my eyes closed, savored the feel of him. How long had it<br />
been since a man entered me? Had I ever been taken so richly, so completely before?<br />
Never. My wanting was so intense, it almost felt like my first time.<br />
He was thrusting into me, deeper and deeper, stopping every inch so that I could take<br />
him in, breathe into him, and then began to move above me, slowly at rst, and then<br />
faster, rhythmically, smoothly. I couldn’t help but gasp. His arms were beneath me,<br />
pulling me towards him so he could move deeper inside me. I couldn’t believe how wet I<br />
was. My thighs were now wrapped high around his back, the muscles in his arms tensing<br />
and twitching.<br />
“Cassie, this is incredible,” he said, before nudging me to turn over and slide on top of<br />
him, which I did. His hands found my waist and held on, and he lifted me until we found<br />
our rhythm again. Then he put his thumb to me, bringing yet another part of me alive.<br />
“I could do this to you forever,” he said.<br />
But it was too much to bear. I threw my head back, my hands on his chest. He was so<br />
far inside me it felt like he was part of me, and as he stroked in and out, something in<br />
me ignited as he touched a spot, the sweetest spot I owned.<br />
Pleasure swam to the surface, moving me out of the way so it could take over. “Baby,<br />
you’re going to make me come.” The words tumbled out of my mouth.<br />
He pushed into me, into that spot inside of me, until I had no choice but to let go. It<br />
was like a wave, inside and out. I rode him hard, and as I did I could feel him tense up<br />
and let out a low, deep moan. I didn’t care anymore about falling, about the danger,<br />
about where I was, and what was happening outside with the sea. Only what was<br />
happening inside mattered, here on the bed, in this boat, with this Greek god of a man<br />
who’d plucked me from the water and who I was now straddling on a high, soft bed.<br />
Moments later I collapsed across his chest. I felt him recede inside of me until he<br />
gently eased himself out. And then he lay there, lazily stroking my back, tugging at my<br />
damp hair, and muttering, over and over again, “Incredible.”<br />
That night, lying in my own bed, my journal in my lap, Dixie on the pillow next to me, I<br />
still felt some leftover vertigo from the boat. The Spinster Hotel seemed to be gently<br />
rocking from side to side.<br />
I tried to put down in words why this sea adventure had been so transformative. Was<br />
it the thrilling ride to the yacht, surviving the plunge over the side of it, or sex in the<br />
rescue boat with a man who did everything so beautifully? Was it coming on deck with<br />
him to sip hot chocolate and watch the sunset, so vivid after the storm? Was it when he<br />
slipped my Step Five charm into my hand, Fearlessness engraved on the back? Yes, it<br />
was all of those moments and more. I remembered Matilda telling me that fear can’t be<br />
released without our permission. Since we ourselves generate it, only we can let it go.<br />
And that’s exactly what I had done. There was fear. I felt it. Then I let it go.