Minnie is spread out on the bed under me, and it’s so intense I think I might pass out.

My cock is so ridiculously hard, all the blood in my body must be pounding at its head.

She wants me. She wants me as bad as I want her.

She wriggles closer to me, and I run my hands along her smooth thighs. I can taste her cum all over my lips and smell her all over me.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.

I start to slide into her pussy. It’s so wet and hot. I look up to her eyes and see her staring at my face.

It’s powerfully erotic. I’ve never had a woman look me in the eye before, not while I’m putting my cock in her.

They all close their eyes, look away, bury their head in a pillow.

Not Minnie. She puts her hands on her thighs as she opens her legs further, knees up, feet flat on the bed. Her eyes trail over my chest and back up to my eyes.

I thought looking at her tight pussy was hot. Fuck, this is so fucking intense! Her dark blue eyes are black and glinting in the dark.

I want to close my eyes. It’s a natural instinct. But I can’t.

I look up into her face as my cock goes in, inch by inch. This is not just sex. This is…this is our souls making love.

It’s like my cock is attached to my heart.

Not breaking the gaze, Minnie slides her hips down. Her hands find my wrists and grip me tightly as she begins to grind.

I can’t move for a second as she rocks against me, forcing my cock in. All the way in.

I’m throbbing inside her with no room to spare.

A smile slowly creeps across her face. I lean down and kiss her, trying to be soft and gentle.

She’s a fucking goddess, and yet she’s as delicate as one of her flowers.

Minnie grabs my head and trails a kiss down to my throat. She drags her tongue up under my ear and presses it between her teeth gently. Her hot breath gasps against my ear.

“Fuck me, Andy. Fuck me hard.”

I grab her hips, moaning as my body obeys her without thought or question. I thrust forward on my knees, pounding into her.

I expect her to close her eyes, roll and thrash, but she doesn’t. She keeps looking at me, and I can’t look away. Her hands grip my forearms, fingers running up and down my hard muscles.

I’m a thing of strung tension, holding it—just holding it. She’s so fucking hot, I just want to come, and I can feel it racing up on me.

I can’t bear those quiet eyes anymore. I fall against her.

Hot nipples jiggle against my skin as I press my body against hers. I wrap my arms around her shoulders, crushing her to me, burying my face in her long brown hair.

I start gasping as my hips jerk against her, and she opens wider, thrusting and opening up for me.

I feel her spasming, again and again, hot sweet pussy lips grabbing at my cock from the inside out. She cries out, gripping me around the shoulder blades as her hips rock in time with the shudders inside.

Feeling the muscles going hot, slick, and loose as the tension bleeds out of her, I let myself go. I thrust hard and fast, slapping against her as she lays quiet and passive, one hand on the back of my head.

I let out a long, drawn-out moan as I come in stages, bit by bit.

It’s like my cock is confused or something. I’m still too aroused.

Once is not going to be enough for me. As usual.

I collapse down beside her, breathing heavily and shaking. She moves across to me, hugging my chest as she cuddles under my arm. I kiss her deeply and feel her whole body soften against me immediately.

She’s ready for more—like she was fucking made for me.

“Maybe we should go back to my place,” she says with a sweet smile. “I’m not even sure whose bed we’re in.”

I feel an icy shock as I remember where we are. I had totally forgotten.

Anyone could walk in and see us.

“Sounds like a good idea. I really don’t feel like going back to my place.”

“So, I’m just convenient, am I?” She’s joking, but there’s an edge to it.

She likes her space. Or maybe she assumes that I take her for a quick fuck.

I tell her about my roommates and our very charitable abode. Why my place isn’t suitable for a romantic liaison.

She laughs at me. “I never thought you were that kind of guy.”

“Yeah, well I’m not all bad!”

I give her a quick run-down on my situation, about my parents and my art. She wants to see my paintings and sculptures.

“A sensitive soul trapped in the body of a lion.” She sits up and kisses me.

It feels amazing to have this kind of focused attention. Minnie really gets living for the moment. There is an immediacy of feeling that shocks me to my bones.

We get up to head back to her place, and I can’t wait to get her alone. Really alone, where I can savor every sweet fucking inch of her.

As she fixes her dress, I put my pants on, trying to think this through. I can’t just move in.

I don’t want to worry about that now. I want to indulge her every erotic whim.

There’s a dim light in my pocket. I pull out the phone. New message.

Got an old buddy to look at your art. Sold three pieces for over twenty grand. Your dad wants in. He’s putting you back in the will. Calling tomorrow with details for your first exhibition. Trust fund will be enabled by the afternoon. Uncle Matt.

Minnie comes over and kisses me.

“Everything okay?”

I can’t stop grinning. I kiss her hard. I’m so happy I can’t breathe.

“Everything is great.”

She smiles back. “Ready to go?”

“I’m ready to go anywhere with you. Just say when.”

We hold hands as we leave the room. Wherever we go now, it will always be together.