My heart was pounding like it was my first time.

The drive back to the cabin had gone by in an instant. I didn’t remember heading for the car. I didn’t remember starting the engine. My apartment in the city was closer, but I’d headed for the cabin without a second thought. It was the right place, the only place, for us. I knew.

I put her back into my bed where she belonged, picking her up and settling her against the pillows. Her hair had come loose and flowed softly around her face, the warmth of its color setting off the brightness of her eyes. She was still dressed. So was I. There wasn’t any rush now… and I wanted this to be perfect…

I took the time to build a fire in the corner fireplace. The sun was just beginning to set outside, and the sky was turning pink and orange. When the wood had caught, I turned to her, feeling my heart racing. She smiled, looking almost shy and I took my first full breath. I could see for myself, that she felt it too. That sweet excitement of anticipation…

I sat down on the bed and traced the line of her face with my fingertips. “I have something to tell you,” I began. “Before we go any further.

I know I’m not the man you thought I was. I’m not the man I want to be… Not yet. But I’ve imagined this moment since the first time I saw you. I need you to know that, Emi. This is about you… and me. Nothing else… no one else. I didn’t believe I could feel this way again… but I do…”

She reached out, touching the hollow of my throat. Then she leaned forward and pressed the spot with her lips. “You are everything I want,” she said, her lips moving warmly on my skin, “just as you are. And I want this… with all my heart.” She looked up into my eyes. “A kind man wouldn’t make me beg,” she said, her voice deep with long-held desire. “But I will, if you make me…”

“God, Emi…,” the words came out rough and broken. “I need to see you… all of you… Christ, sweetheart, I need you…”

I slipped my hands under the edge of her sweater and eased it up slowly, allowing us both to savor the moment. She raised her arms to let it slip off and I exhaled hard at the sight of her beauty. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her breasts were free… pale and gently sloping, full with rosy nipples that thrust boldly forward. Her skin was smooth, perfect… narrowing down to the curve of her waist. This was hardly our first time together, and yet I’d never really seen her. She held so much beauty… beauty that I hadn’t ever allowed myself to experience… until now.

I caught her up in my hands, lifting her softness. She had the same, familiar scent of vanilla and cinnamon I loved. I buried my face in her sweetness, inhaling deeply. Only when she shifted, did I take one delicious nipple into my mouth. Then I sucked her, using my lips and my tongue to turn her bud hard in my mouth. She drew a hard, sharp breath and arched when I finally let go. But I needed to explore all of her, tasting as I slipped her waistband down, pulling her tiny lace panties along with them. “Christ, Emi…,” I breathed at the sight of her. She was delicate, smooth… all gentle curves and swells. Hips widened out from an impossibly small waist, her tummy led down to soft brown curls. I dipped my head and kissed her there…

“You’re so fucking beautiful… I never imagined… I never dreamed…”

I took her face in my hands, trying to drink in her eyes, her lips, her utter loveliness. She was breathing hard… like she was drowning in the depths of feeling and sensations. She lifted heavy lids, looking at me as I touched her. I was taking my time, exploring every sweet, tender fold…

“Please…,” she begged softly. “Dear god… please…”

I stepped back only long enough to shed my own clothes. Every inch of me was hard, ready… Every nerve anticipated the single moment, the very first moment, our bodies would touch. I shuddered, willing myself to take her as gently as I could. But my body was making demands of its own. My cock was enormous and throbbing, a long, thick rope of moisture swinging from its dark head. I saw her eyes drop to look and it bobbed with brutal urgency. “I need you, Emi,” I said through my teeth. “I want you so badly, I can’t think… I can’t breathe...” She was naked on her back with her thighs barely parted, her breasts mounded and curving gently out to the side. I moved over her, opening her legs with my hands, running my fingers up to touch her. The anticipation, the sweet tension between us was almost unbearable…

“But we have the entire night. I won’t let this be over too soon,” I promised her. “I want to make you feel as beautiful as you are. There’s so much time now…

And so much pleasure ahead of us…”