Cadence stood before me, clad in nothing but a pale pink bra and matching panties. Reaching around to pull the ends of her golden hair forward, she tugged at the tie that secured the braid she had woven into it. Shaking her hair free, the tendrils fell in crimped waves over her shoulders. I loved it when she wore her hair down. It reminded me of the first day I laid eyes on her.

I looked her up and down, drinking in the sight of her. She looked nervous, almost as if she were afraid to shed the last two pieces of her clothing. The image of her standing there, uneasy yet possessing this subtle hint of bold confidence was like the dirtiest fantasy I’d ever had of her come to life. My dick throbbed, screaming at me to do something about it, but my conscious made me pause.

Fuck, this girl is going to destroy me.

A flush crawled up her skin, from the pale flesh just above her breasts all the way to her sun-kissed cheeks. She nervously fingered a heart-shaped pendant that she wore around her neck and cast her eyes down demurely.

“I want you, Fitzgerald,” she whispered.

Hearing my full name on her lips caused my cock to strain against my shorts. I wanted her more than I wanted my next breath, but I had to be certain she was really up for this.

“Cadence,” I said hoarsely. “Are you sure?”

She nodded shyly, and I reached out my hand to pull her back down to me. She straddled my hips and lowered her mouth to mine. She tasted sweet and tangy and better than anything else I’d ever tasted in my life. I brought my hands around her waist to cup her behind. It felt soft and firm beneath her panties and I nearly groaned.

God, I shouldn’t be doing this.

I tried to talk myself off the ledge, but it was useless. Her mouth continued to move, her sweet tongue dancing with my own as she pulled at my t-shirt. I raised my arms to assist her, our mouths only parting for the briefest of seconds before crashing together once again. Her hands roamed over the lines of my chest and abs with an innocent curiosity that was an aphrodisiac like no other. Unclasping her bra, I tossed it to the side and cupped her breasts. Her hips were rocking, grinding against my waist, and I could feel her damp heat against my skin.

Rolling to the side, I shifted her body, so she was on her back, careful not to crush her petite frame with my weight. She seemed to melt into me. Her small hands wrapped around my neck as she pulled me closer with her legs, gasping when my hard erection pressed against her. Although I still had my shorts on, Cadence going off like a firecracker when touched in the right place was not a reaction I expected from her. Everything she did, every touch, every reaction was going straight to my dick.

I was losing control, and I had to get it back.

“Sweetheart,” I panted. “We should think about this more.”

I said the words, but I didn’t believe them. The only truth I knew at that moment was how much I wanted to be buried balls deep in her. I hoped and prayed she would listen, perhaps be the voice of reason to bring us both to our senses.

“I’ve been thinking for nine long days. I don’t need to think anymore, Fitz.”

She lowered her hand to my hip and slid her delicate fingers under the waistband of my gym shorts. She reached lower and lower, sliding my shorts down farther with every inch she traveled. Her simple touch sent me flying, knowing full well I wanted things with her I shouldn’t. Every thought I had about being the good and decent guy went out the window.

Almost.

“Shit,” I hissed and grabbed her hand. “Cadence, wait. We can’t just…I need to make sure you’re ready first. Because, baby, the minute you pull that out of my pants, it’s all over.”

I sat up and looked down at her perfect pale skin and tiny waist. Sliding my hand up her side, I cupped one of her perky breasts, just big enough to fill my palm, and leaned down to capture a nipple between my teeth. She all but purred beneath me.

“How do you do that, Fitz? How do you make me feel so good?” she whispered.

I didn’t answer but moved down her torso instead. Looping my fingers under the sides of her panties, I slowly pulled them from her body. Now that she was completely naked, I looked at her once again. She shivered in response.

Fuck me.

“You’re beautiful.”

I’d said the same thing to other girls before, but I knew for certain this was the first time I truly meant it. She had a body that would make any man stupid, and I wasn’t exempt. As she stared up at me, her eyes all dreamy with lust, my brain all but short-circuited. She was looking at me like I was everything she ever wanted. Her warm body soothed any hesitation I had left. I closed my eyes to savor her, wishing this feeling could last forever.

Moving to lay alongside her, I slid my hand down over her flat stomach until my hand covered her mound. Her breath hitched as her hips arched upward. Ever so slowly, I slid a finger down to circle her opening. She was tight and tiny. And wet. God was she wet. I pushed in further. One finger, then two, stretching her to hopefully make my inevitable invasion a little less painful in the end.

She gasped, and her eyes went wide. I paused, fearing I may have hurt her somehow.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, it’s okay, Fitz,” she assured. “Please don’t stop.”

Her hand reached up to pull my head down to meet her mouth. She kissed me desperately as I pressed in deeper to massage and stroke her walls, rubbing her clit softly with my thumb as I did so. My movements were tender at first, until her back arched and she tensed. Her breathing came faster. Shallower. She was close. I increased the pace, flexing my fingers with more urgency until I could feel the little tremors of her building orgasm. I wanted to give her this. I wanted her to feel good. She was trusting me with her body. And although I knew I couldn’t keep her in the end, I wanted to make sure she would compare every guy who came after to what I made her feel today.

Her eyes grew wide, then snapped closed. I was rewarded with her gasp of pleasure as she shattered under my palm. I buried my nose in her neck, allowing her a moment to catch her breath before removing my shorts and shifting over her once more. Bracing most of my weight on one arm, I covered her body with mine. She hooked a leg up over my hip and pressed her heat up against my hard length.

I was there. I was right there, positioned just outside her slick entrance. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. Bareback. I’d never done that before, but there was no going back now. Not unless I wanted to walk funny until I was forty. She felt too good, and I couldn’t stop this even if I tried.

She was looking down at where our bodies were so close to joining. I paused and tilted her head up to look me in the eyes. I searched them, looking for fear or apprehension, but all I saw was need–and love.

“No regrets, right?”

“No regrets,” she promised.

And at that moment, I knew Cadence was the closest thing to heaven I was ever going to get.