His lips were on hers and then suddenly she was looking at everything upside down. Kyle climbed the stairs, kicked open his bedroom door, and then laid her on the bed. His eyes were on fire, brimming with lust and hunger.

Whitney felt her core melting from the inside out. She had never seen blue eyes blaze like that before.

Kyle unbuckled his belt, shoving his jeans to the floor.

Her mouth dropped when she saw him. The moonlight streamed through the window, landing on his wide pulsing cock. She whimpered, wondering if she would be able to handle it. It was thick, long, and perfect.

On the walk from the house, she had convinced herself this was it. She’d throw herself on him and blame the wine. She’d tell him she had a bottle, when really she had stopped before the second glass. It was a full proof plan. But now she was naked. And he was naked. But holy shit he was huge.

He climbed on the bed, crawling toward her. His chest was broad. His shoulders like boulders bracing his frame on top of her. She reached toward his skin, desperate to trace the hard ridges on his abs where muscle met more muscle.

She had pictured him a hundred times in her dreams. How he would look in her bed. How his mouth feel against her breast. How he would sound in the dark. But nothing prepared her for this.

He kissed her neck and her throat. His hand roaming over her body, stopping to squeeze and press into her skin.

“I’ve wanted you since I saw you on that porch,” he growled into her neck.

“You have?”

She wanted to talk about it. Ask him why he hadn’t tried a single move. Why he never kissed her. But suddenly his fingers were between her legs and she couldn’t think.

“Mmmhmm. Wider, baby.” he urged, spreading her legs.

“Ohh,” she moaned, doing everything he asked. She was his to command.

She bucked forward when she felt him slip two fingers inside her. It was intense and strong the way he strummed against her.

His mouth covered her nipple, sucking until she thought she couldn’t take the sensations. She could feel the warmth between her legs, coating his fingers as he plunged in and out of her.

Her head thrashed to the side. The burning was taking over her blood again. She was going to come like this while he fucked her with his fingers. She gripped at his shoulders, needing him to ground her to the bed.

“Tell me what you want.” He nipped at her neck, before grazing his teeth over her shoulders. “Do you want me to make you come like this?”

She’d never said the words before. She’d never asked anyone to fuck her. But it was there on the tip of her lips. She didn’t know why, she only knew she needed it, she wanted it. Her body was on fire. Fueled by his tongue. By his fingers. By the weeks of dreaming of this moment.

She pushed off the mattress enough to roll on her stomach, her ass grazing his stomach.

“I need you to fuck me. Please.”

“Fuck,” Kyle groaned, gripping her hips. “Whitney…”

“I’ve wanted it every night.”

She couldn’t hear. She couldn’t think. She only knew she needed his cock buried deep inside her. So deep she wouldn’t know her name. Or his.

She wiggled her hips toward him, her tits bouncing under her, draping over the pillows. She pressed her palms against the wall, bracing herself for him.

His finger ran between her legs, massaging her with her own hot juices.

“So wet,” he groaned. “Spread your legs for me.”

She moved her knees wide, hoisting her hips for him.

“You are so fucking perfect.” His tongue licked against her, lapping at her bud until she was panting. “You taste like sugar.” He sucked the nub between his lips and she rocked her hips toward him, pressing harder against his tongue.

If he didn’t take her she would burst in flames. If his tongue felt like this she could only imagine what his shaft would feel like sliding in and out of here.

The desperation was clawing at her. For weeks this was all she could think about. She’d wake up with thoughts of him between her legs.

“I want to bury myself inside you. Hard and deep.”

She swallowed, forcing herself to keep breathing. “Yes.”

“Fuck you so hard you never remember any other man.”

“Oh, yes.” Her muscles clenched. Each word made her wetter.

“Fuck you until you beg me to stop, but scream for me to fuck you harder.”

The quivering in her core was tightening to a blistering pain. She might come just hearing him talk about fucking her.

She nodded. “Anything. Fuck me. Please.” She wanted rough and dirty. She wanted to be molded in his hands.

“This is what you’ve been thinking about?” His fingers curled deep inside her and she screamed.

“I can’t think about anything else,” she moaned.

“Don’t move,” he commanded.

She felt the bed bounce as Kyle stepped to the side. She heard him unzip his bag and in seconds he was behind her again. She heard a ripping sound, and looked over her shoulder to see him rolling a condom over the biggest cock she’d ever seen.

He pressed the tip of it against her entrance and she moaned. He felt hard and thick. She titled toward him, the heat of his shaft blazing against her. Any second he would be inside her.

“You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.” He kissed her back, but his tender lips turned to teeth and he nipped into her flesh.

“I want to feel it. I need it.” He was stretching against her entrance, and the pain was searing and soothing at the same time. It satisfied something inside her to know he was getting ready to thrust inside her.

He promised it would be deep and powerful. He promised he would be hard. She smiled, knowing he always kept his promises.

“I have to fuck you,” he growled.

And then she felt the slice of pain as he eased himself into her. “Ohh,” she screamed, needing something to hold on to, but Kyle grabbed her, slamming her back on to his shaft of hardness. Her hands were useless.

The white light hit her as she felt her body spiral away from her. He began pumping wildly against her. At first she wanted to fight against it, tell him it was too intense. It hurt too much, but as he thrust again and again she felt the tight coil in her belly turn to blissful pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Kyle,” she moaned.

It was like nothing she had ever felt. She didn’t want him to stop. He pulled out of her, taking her to a new height, before sliding into her with fierce intensity.

The tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt the fever of her orgasm begin to ripple in her blood. She wanted to stop it, hold on to it, feel him pleasure her body with his cock and his tongue. Nothing had ever felt so powerful and out of control.

Weeks of wanting him had led to this. The sexual tension between them. The late night dinners. Working side by side on the house. All of it had led to this moment when she gave her body to him. He had to know he already had her heart.

Before she knew what was happening, Kyle had pulled her hips higher in the air, yanking her hair back. “I want you to be mine, Whitney.”

“Oh, yes...” She lifted her ass to him. “I already am.”

She clenched around him, gripping tighter with each thrust. He laid his body over hers and she felt the cool metal of his tags rake over her back before he reared up on his knees hiking her ass in the air with him.

He roared into her back as he throbbed deep inside her, vibrating against her inner walls. She knew his release was hitting him and she reveled in what she could give him. She whimpered and panted, desperate to hold him.

She could feel him pulse as her orgasm ripped through her, shattering her limbs into a million pieces. She screamed as he plunged into her. But she took it, needing it, wanting it, loving every breath, every thrust, every second like this.

His breath was ragged on her neck, his dog tags sliding along her skin until he pulled her against his chest, rolling on his side, his arms wrapping around her stomach.

“I-I-” She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what had come over her. Some sort of primal need had attacked her hormones from under her skin. She’d never been taken from behind. She’d never let a man lick her sweet spot. She’d never begged for sex. She’d never felt like her body was no longer hers.

“Shh.” He kissed her neck. “Sleep.”

And within minutes she heard the gentle vibrations of Kyle snoring behind her.