We’re both under the spell now.

I wasn’t feeling it yet, not like this, when I was just wandering around Coney Island, searching hopelessly for Rose...for my love.

It sounds fucking cheesy, I know, but I already said that I’m under the spell. We both are.

It clicked for me, under today’s brilliantly blue sky, with the waves lapping against the shore, breathing the salty air. I was under the spell—and I still am now.

I had felt it ever since I first laid eyes on Rose in that quirky little tea shop, and I had felt it when I shouted that I loved her at the top of my lungs.

But it wasn’t until after she got sick on the sand, and I ran over in a haze of concern...it wasn’t until after she asked me to say those words again...

That’s when I went under the spell by the ocean—and I’m still there.

I’m still so very much fucking there.

I’m so there that I almost walked around Rose’s rental with my sand-caked shoes, before I threw them out in the hallway while she was in the bathroom.

And now, well, we’re both losing a lot more of our clothes, stumbling into the bedroom of Rose’s Coney Island vacation rental.

“You’re so fucking lucky I extended this for one more night,” she informs me.

“I’ve never felt luckier,” I agree.

I’m trying to undo my belt so I can get my damn pants off my stupid, eager body.

For once, my cock is not showing any signs of slowing down its unbounded enthusiasm. Goddamn, I must really be in fucking love.

“Having some trouble?” Rose purrs in a sugary voice that holds a maddeningly sexy edge just below the surface.

“Not at all.” I’m still fumbling with my blasted belt buckle in the doorway to Rose’s loft’s bedroom.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Rose shrieks, and she charges towards me with her hands out.

I throw my own hands up in surrender, which is the right decision because Rose needs room to grab the waist of my pants like it’s a steering wheel.

With her hands gripped securely onto my pants and belt, Rose begins pulling me ferociously back in the direction she came from, over to the bed in the middle of the room.

I am not objecting to Rose’s pulling on any level; in fact, I’m assisting her in the best way I can by trotting in the bed’s direction. She decides to throw me for a loop, though, when she twists me around to her left side and tries to throw me onto the bed.

I oblige by leaping in that direction.

I end up falling on my side, on top of the noisy spring mattress.

Rose falls with me, landing on her side, facing me while we listen to the springs buckle under our weight.

“This is going to be a noisy one,” I say with a chuckle.

“Wanna bet?” Rose challenges before grabbing at my pants again, with a renewed intensity.

I let her do her thing, and this time she succeeds in getting the damn things down, all the way past my knees, letting my rigid cock pop up freely into the bedroom air.

Rose’s hands, both of them, go straight for my cock.

With the starved look in her eye, I expect her to wrap her hands around my shaft immediately. Keeping that hungry, determined look in her eye, she throws me for another loop by gently feeling my cock with her fingertips, moving them lightly and slowly all around my member.

I utter some nonsensical sound as I close my eyes in ecstasy.

Rose mimics my mumblings, and I open my eyes to see her sassy smirk as she tightens her hold on my cock.

I reach down and undo the button on Rose’s jeans as we both rotate into a better position—one in which we’re both completely on the bed.

I move my fingers gradually into Rose’s panties as she starts working my cock with more vigor. It turns out that she is indeed so fucking wet.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, and finally grips my cock with conviction. “Keep going, please!”

My fingers continue on their slow, careful path, teasing Rose’s pussy lips coyly, staying just out of reach of her clit. Her soft moans grow in volume.

Rose’s hands drop away from my cock as she loses focus. I know she’s almost there.

“Wait,” she pants, and pulls down her jeans and panties entirely, which makes me start to lose focus.

But I try to stay on course. I watch Rose’s spectacular cinnamon eyes as I pick up where I left off.

Rose belts out a giggly shriek when I start teasing her lips again. I slow the pace of my fingers more and more as I get closer to her clit.

“Oh, Daniel, come the fuck on,” she scolds me quietly.

Then it all starts happening at a rapid-fire pace.

What I intend to do is start running my fingers at a glacial tempo, taking all the time I need to send Rose into new, uncharted states of escalating, unquenchable desire until she finally succumbs to the abyss of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Yet as soon as my fingers start to move again, Rose fucking comes right away—really fucking hard. She grips my cock in both hands when she’s barely even finished.

I take in one last glimpse of Rose’s remarkable eyes in the ensuing blur, and in the literal blink of an eye, she’s moved down to my cock, licking slowly from the base up to the tip—and back.

“Ah, Jesus Christ!” I yelp as she keeps going.

Then she stops abruptly, and I hear myself still breathing heavily, my head sinking into the pillow.

“You like teasing, do you?” I hear her coo.

“I...I think I just lost all sense of space and time.”

I await Rose’s response—but I’m not prepared for the sensation of her tongue moving slowly around my cock again, exploring every facet of it, every nuance.

I’m not exaggerating when I say I’m losing sense of space and time.

Maybe I’m on a squeaky mattress in a rented loft somewhere on the southern coast of Brooklyn, but when Rose takes the tip of my cock into her mouth, I might as well be on another planet, in another universe, in another dimension.

I could be anywhere and have no idea which way is up because I think my mind is melting.

I moan loudly and deeply, but it sounds somewhere off in the distance. I’m just floating here, in this realm of unheard-of beauty and pleasure.

“Argh!”

I open my eyes to see the ceiling of the loft clearly as I come crashing down from whatever high I was on—and now I’m coming all over the wall behind the bed.

The mattress is starting to rise and fall in a steady rhythm, and the springs are making an ungodly noise. I don’t know why, and I can’t be bothered to care.

Every last ounce of emotional and physical tension has been thoroughly drained from me—and I still feel small waves of euphoric pleasure traveling through my limbs.

“Hey!”

I look over my left shoulder, toward the sound of Rose’s voice, and I see why the mattress is making so much noise.

Rose is on her feet, in the middle of the mattress, bouncing up and down lightly.

“I know jumping’s not a good idea,” she says, “but this is fun enough.”

The vision of Rose’s tits bobbing wildly sends all my blood rushing straight back to my cock. I immensely enjoy watching Rose take in that show with sheer joy, even clapping her hands a couple times as she witnesses my dick springing to rock-hard life.

I roll over onto my other side and see my pants on the floor. I reach into the left front pocket and pull out my wallet.

“What are you doing?” Rose asks casually, still bouncing.

I pull out the one condom I have, hidden behind my driver’s license.

“I’m trying to always have one on me no matter what.” I place the condom in an easy-to-reach spot by a pillow.

“You ready to use that now?”

I turn back towards Rose and bask in the sight of her smiling and lightly bouncing. I have no doubt it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

I lie silently and appreciate this perfect moment.

Then I rise to my feet, facing Rose as she continues to jump up and down, grinning radiantly.

“I’m just putting it nearby—the condom, I mean...in case I need it later.”

I see Rose helping herself to an eyeful of my cock, which is still as stiff as it’s ever been.

“But first,” I continue, “it’s your turn.”

“My turn for what?”

“To feel so good that you’ll rise above the limits of time and space.”

“Um, okay. Then give me my fucking turn already.”