Touching her was everything and nothing like he’d thought.

He had imagined this countless times. Imagined the silk of her skin, the timbre of her moans, the tilt of her head, and the arch of her back. He’d fantasized about how she’d clench around him as she came and what her husky laugh would feel like pressed against his thigh for just the barest moment before her sweet mouth enveloped him. He’d wondered if she was as bold in bed as she was in life, or if that was the place she felt free enough to show her sweeter side.

Now that he was here and she was with him, his ring gleaming on her finger in the dim light of his bedroom, he was swept up in the intense tide that fell over them. For long moments, it was just silence and his hands unknotting the belt on her coat, pushing it off her shoulders. His shirt joined her coat on the ground, then his jeans. Then the rasp of the zipper on her dress, his hand resting on the small of her back for a moment, the slight shiver she gave as he peeled the fabric off her body.

He drew his fingers down her body, teasing between her breasts, flirting over her stomach, stopping to rest against the waistband of the lavender satin panties hugging her truly squeezable ass. She arched into the touch, and when his hand dipped into her panties and he realized how wet the satin already was, how wet she was, his cock throbbed painfully against his boxer briefs. His fingers parted the slick folds of her pussy, and the sound she made… he had to press his forehead against her neck and pant, trying to gain some kind of control. But the heat of his breath against her neck seemed to turn her on, because he could feel her get even wetter.

Fuck, she was close, he realized. Ready to come just from their tangled, intense kisses in the hall and the drag of his hand along her body. That was the hottest thing he’d ever…

He sucked a kiss onto her neck while rocking the heel of his palm against her clit, and it made her nails dig into his shoulders and her ass tense under his palm.

So perfect. And so all his.

The muscles of her inner thighs tensed and her eyes fluttered as he rolled his palm against her clit in slow, grinding little circles, each one bringing her higher and higher until…

“Rhett!”

She was so fucking hot, her entire face lighting up with a kind of incandescent joy as the orgasm swept over her, her body tensing with the waves of pleasure, and then slowly relaxing as the aftershocks set in. His hand was drenched with her sweetness, and he met her eyes as he drew out his hand and licked his fingers.

She let out a little gasp and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward her, kissing him hard and he tasted her on his tongue and then hers, and it made him moan and grind his cock into her hip, wanting to be inside her so fucking bad.

Her hand, those wonderful, clever, perfectly manicured hands, slipped into the slit in his boxer briefs and curled around his cock. He thrust into her grip, bringing her forward for another wet, messy kiss as she explored the thick length of him, her fingers circling around the sensitive, flared head, pressing on that little spot that made him swear and her laugh, husky and knowing.

She was so beautiful, flushed and sparkling after her orgasm. She knelt on his bed, bringing her arms behind her and unhooking her bra, tossing it to the side. Her breasts were beautiful and tan, with dusky nipples that were begging for his mouth. She hooked her thumbs in her panties, tugging them down just a bit, a teasing glimpse of skin that drove him fucking wild and made him want to just rip them off her. But she didn’t take them off, instead, she lay back on his bed, her curls—those curls that were mussed because of him, he thought with a primal kind of satisfaction—fanning out on the pillow. She beckoned to him with the crook of her finger, a smile on her face.

Her invitation was clear, and he pulled off his boxer briefs and crawled up the length of the bed, coming to rest in the sweet V of her thighs. He pushed a frizzed curl off her pinkened cheek, his fingers lingering. She turned her head, pressing a kiss into the hollow of his palm, and his breath hitched, his heart thumping fast.

There were no words as he dealt with the condom and thrust into her. There were no words for how it felt, to finally be inside her, to be joined with her, the tight grip of her thighs on his hips, the gasp she made at the sudden stretch, even with how wet she was. He could feel her tightening up around him every time he worked the head of his cock against her G-spot, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back into her, slow and deep and so, so good. A long, slow slide into a pleasure that he had never been able to imagine until now.

This… this was not sex. Not just sex.

As her fingers wound with his, their palms pressing together, their panting mouths pressed together, unable to contain the feeling, the overwhelming emotion, he finally understood.

The realization hit him at once, and it was so intense, combined with the slick heat of her, the way she was twisting and moaning in his arms, that he spilled over the edge right there, the orgasm almost torn out of him. He groaned, working his cock into her once, twice, three times more before shuddering, his fingers still tightly entwined with his.

This was making love.