The more I have her, the more I want her, and the consuming desire keeps us up almost until dawn. For hours we make love, rest and then make love again, learning each other's bodies as I've never bothered to know anyone else's.
As we doze off before dawn, it hits me why sex is so different with her. It's more than Claudia accepting me for who I am. It's more than lust or physical need. The connection that's startled me with its intensity is one I never really expected to be so humbling or satisfying or compelling, I can't get enough of her. In all our interactions, it never occurred to me that I might be falling in love with her, that my joke about her stealing my heart wasn't really a joke at all.