Dinner with Nick was amazing. I loved being at his place. I had never been this comfortable in someone’s home, not even in Carly’s, and I was staying there as a guest for my stay in Miami.

With Nick, everything felt right.

The desire grew between us as the night progressed. Not only did he have a spectacular body because of his sport, but I also enjoyed him as a person. He was the guy I had fallen for in school, but he was also so much more.

Nick kissed me again, and I sighed into his mouth, melting. Heat flushed through my body and pooled between my legs.

“Come with me,” I said to Nick and took his hand, leading the way to the bedroom. When we slept together, he was the one to take the lead, to instigate it. He had been in control and even though I loved a man in control, I wanted to return the favor tonight.

“What are you doing?” he asked when I pushed him toward the bed and ordered him to sit down. I walked to the sound system he had in the corner and flipped through his music until I found something I could move to. I walked to Nick and stood in front of him, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. I didn’t usually do this.

I started moving to the music, letting it flow through my body. I ran my hand over my body, tracing my curves and touching my breasts, my pussy, putting my body on display. Nick watched me, pupils dilated and lips slightly parted. The look on his face was confirmation that I was doing this right.

I pulled my shirt over my head slowly and seductively, moving to the music. I dropped my shirt on the floor and ran my hands over my body again, fingertips on my skin.

I wriggled out of my jeans, moving my hips, running my hands over my ass. Nick leaned back a little, and his shoulders flexed with his weight. His cock strained in his jeans, and it was impossible to miss the bulge. He watched me with hunger in his eyes that suggested he wanted to devour me, and it was exactly what I wanted. Nick had never looked at me like this, even when he had wanted me before. I loved the pure, raw lust on his face.

I was in my underwear when I walked to him and spread my legs, lowering myself onto his lap. I put my hands on his shoulder and moved on top of him, working my body up and down against him. Nick’s hands slid around my waist, but he only lightly touched me, allowing me the freedom to move. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra before pushing my breasts out, close to Nick’s face. He dipped his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, and I gasped, letting him have a taste before I pulled back and continued my dance.

I moved away from him again, standing in front of him, and worked my G-string down my legs until I was finally naked. I danced before him completely bare, and Nick ogled. I loved how he looked at me, and I knew he wanted more.

So did I. I was dripping wet now that I had danced for him.

“Fuck, Hailey,” Nick bit out. “You’re so hot.”

I smiled and kneeled before Nick. I undid his pants and unzipped them. Nick leaned back a little, lifting himself so I could pull his pants off. He pulled off his shirt, and then we were both naked. I leaned forward and wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft. Nick sighed as I took his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the mushroom head a few times, listening to Nick groan before I pushed him deeper into my mouth until he touched my soft pallet. I bobbed my head up and down, fucking him with my mouth, getting his cock slippery wet with my saliva. Nick was large, and I moved my hand toward my mouth as I blew him to make up for the distance I couldn’t cover.

I reached for his balls with my other hand, squeezing them lightly. I loved sucking him off. Giving him pleasure turned me on, and I could feel how wet I was getting, wetter than I had already been.

I alternated sucking him off with swirling my tongue around the head, flicking it back and forth. Nick moaned and groaned, and I focused my attention on his cock accordingly. His hands moved to my hair, and he guided me so his cock slipped into my mouth again. He was taking control, but I didn’t mind it. He was lost in the ecstasy, and I was doing it to him.

Usually, I didn’t deep throat. I had done it twice before, and both times, I had felt the man undeserving of the effort. This time, I wanted to do it to give Nick a taste of what I could do with my mouth.

I pushed him deeper and deeper into my mouth, holding my breath until he pushed down my throat. My throat automatically contracted around his cock as my gag reflex kicked in, and Nick groaned.

“God, Hailey,” he said.

I bobbed my head up and down a few times until I couldn’t hold my breath anymore. I pulled back, breathing a few times before I did it again. Nick groaned again.

“You’re going to make me come,” he said.

I didn’t want to make him come yet, so I stopped sucking him off and stood up. I wiped my mouth—deep throating created a lot of saliva. Nick rolled over and opened a nightstand drawer, producing the silver foil packet of a condom. He tore it open and rolled the rubber over his cock with skill, wrapping himself up so we could do whatever we wanted without worrying about getting pregnant. Not that I worried about it. I was on the pill, but we were being doubly safe. When Nick was ready, he moved back to where he had been sitting before, and I climbed onto his lap, standing on my knees on the bed before lowering myself into his cock. I wondered how it would feel to ride him without a condom. I had heard women say that with a condom, it felt artificial like a toy, that I was so much better without it. I had no idea if they were right, but I knew for a fact that toys weren’t nearly as satisfying as Nick’s dick, and if it was so much better than it already was, I wouldn’t be able to handle it because it was already the best thing I could think of.

I didn’t have a lot of experience, of course, but I didn’t feel deprived as a result. I had all the experience I needed with Nick, in my opinion.

I stopped thinking. My mind was too busy, and I wanted to focus on Nick and the feel of him inside of me, the way he handled me like I was delicate and delicious, the best thing he had ever had too. Because even though I knew Nick must have been with many women before me, he always made me feel like I was his number one. It was one of the things I adored about him. Relationships were based on what our partners let us feel about ourselves as much as it was about who they were. And Nick made me feel like I was the only woman in his life, like I beat all the others, hands down.

When I sat down, we groaned in unison. Nick wrapped his arms around my waist, and I started bucking my hips, riding him. I cried out, his cock sliding in deep before pulling out again. I was still new to this, and Nick was much bigger than I remembered him. And I remembered him to be large already.

When I had adjusted somewhat to his size, I started bouncing on his cock, driving him harder and deeper into me. I cried out. Nick’s hands on my hips guided me, and an orgasm grew at my core, making me numb to anything but the pleasure spreading through my body. I cried out as I orgasmed, falling forward, my breasts against Nick’s chest.  My body tightened, and the pleasure rendered me useless. I breathed hard, my skin sticky with sweat where I was pressed up against Nick.

Nick kissed me on the shoulder, working his way up my neck and my jawline. I shivered. Nick wrapped his arms around me and rolled over with me so that I was at the bottom, lying on my back with Nick on top of me. He had managed to stay inside of me, and it was impressive. When he was on top of me, Nick lifted up so his shoulders flexed, the muscle rippling under the skin. He bucked his hips, pushing into me, and I cried out.

Nick bucked his hips, driving into me and pulling out again, sliding his cock into me slowly. It was a combination of ecstasy and torture, and if I wasn’t crying out and gasping with pleasure, I would have complained about how he was giving me only enough to want more.

When I was about to lose my mind, Nick seemed to know and picked up his pace, pounding into me harder and faster. I cried out as he hammered into me, my legs wrapped around his waist. Nick leaned on his elbows, so his face was next to mine. He breathed hard into my ear, his hair damp.

An orgasm built inside of me, and I came again. Nick dragged it, out and I cried out. When I was at the peak of my orgasm, Nick kissed me. He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth.

I didn’t have a chance to recover from my orgasm. Nick fucked me harder and faster, working himself up to orgasm. His strokes shortened, and he picked up his pace yet again. I wasn’t sure if I was orgasming again, or if it was still running on from the previous one, but Nick thrust himself deep into me, and I felt him jerk and twitch inside of me, emptying himself out. I was freefalling again, the orgasm more intense than what I had before, and I couldn’t think about anything other than how my body felt like I was made out of light and Nick was the source.

Nick stopped moving, lying on top of me, breathing hard. Our chests heaved against each other, and I felt his heart hammer against my ribs. When Nick pulled out of me, he had already gone softer. My pussy throbbed, and I could still feel him between my legs.

“I’ll be back,” he said, and he disappeared into the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I appreciated that he was so serious about practicing safe sex and that he was a gentleman to keep things away from me.

When Nick came back, he climbed onto the bed with me and pulled me into the crook of his arm. I put my head on his shoulder, and it fit perfectly like we were made for each other. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. This was where I was happy, where I wanted to be.

Maybe it was time to tell Nick who I was, I thought. I considered doing it now but decided against it. Even though we were doing very well, I still wasn’t sure how he would react, and I didn’t want to ruin tonight. Not after having the best time. Nick and I were more connected than we had ever been before, even though we hadn’t been spending time together for very long.

I wanted to hold onto this for as long as I could. But I would tell him soon. I had to.