Everything about Dana is better than I always imagined it to be. Her tongue is hot and slick when I taste her. Her lips are soft. Dana is a good kisser. She’s had a lot of practice, from what I can tell. Or maybe she’s just a natural.

I like the latter idea better.

When I start taking off her clothes, she lets me. My cock throbs in my pants. I’m so hard, I can barely contain it. I ache for her. All I can think about is getting her naked and underneath me so I can finally fuck her.

When I peel away her clothes bit by bit, her body is revealed, and it’s better than in my fantasies. Her breasts are just a little bigger than I can cup in my hand. I unclasp her bra and pull it off her shoulders. Dana arches her back, pushing out her breasts. Her nipples are dark, and the rest of her body is covered with smooth, milky skin.

I lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth. She moans softly when I do, and the sound tugs at my core. Her nipple is erect in my mouth, a little nub that I flick my tongue over. I massage her other breast with my hand, finding the nipple and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.

I’m grinding my cock against her leg, dry humping her. I can’t help myself. I can’t contain myself.

Dana pulls my shirt up, and I stop long enough for her to pull it over my head. Her hands slide onto my back, and she curls her fingers so her nails graze me. I groan, a new wave of lust flowing through me. With a guttural moan, I wrap my arm around her lower back and pull her toward me so she moves away from the boxes.

She lies down on the carpet. Exactly what I wanted. I unbutton her jeans, unzip them, and pull them down. She’s wearing a lace G-string. Her legs are long and smooth. When I tug at her underwear, her scent reaches my nostrils. The smell of her sex tugs at my cock, and I’m overpowered by lust. I work the underwear down her legs, and then she’s completely naked in front of me.

When I look at her face, her lips are parted, and her pupils are dilated. Her chest rises and falls with her breath. She’s a vision, a goddess, lying in front of me without any reserve.

I put my hand on her neck and slide it slowly down her breastbone. She arches her back when I do. I slide my hand down further, over her abdomen to the apex of her thighs. I touch her between her legs, and she gasps. She opens her legs for me a little, and I slip my fingers into her slit. She gasps again.

“God, you’re wet,” I say.

“I know,” she whispers.

I can smell her. The smell drives me crazy. I slide my fingers up and down her slit. She jerks whenever I slide over her clit. She reaches for my jeans and tugs at the buckle, managing to undo it with one hand. When she has my pants undone, she pulls them open and pulls down my boxers, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. She pulls me free from my underwear to have easier access and slides her hand down and back up.

I lean over and kiss her again. My tongue slides into her mouth, and she kisses me back. Her hand slides up and down my cock, and she’s making it hard for me to concentrate on what I’m doing to her. I slide my hand down and push a finger into her. She gasps against my lips.

I pump my finger in and out of her. She’s so wet, I slip in and out with ease. After a few strokes, I insert another finger. She opens her legs wider to give me more access, and I pump my hand, sliding my fingers in and out of her.

Her hand pumps up and down faster, and it’s getting hard to think. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Her fingers work like magic. I move my hips, bucking with her as she jacks me off. I lean my bare chest onto her, feeling her breasts. Her nipples are hard. I move my head to her neck and kiss and lick her, nibbling on the skin a bit.

I can feel an orgasm building slowly, my balls tightening. If I want to carry this through to sleeping with her, she has to stop.

“Stop, baby,” I whisper hoarsely in her ear. “You’re going to make me come before we do anything.”

She stops moving, resting her hand on my cock.

“God, I want to fuck you so badly,” I say in her ear. She rolls onto her side a little, pressing her pussy harder against my hand.

“How badly do you want me?” she asks.

I groan. “You have no idea,” I say in a throaty voice. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for years.”

She gasps, and I can’t tell if it’s because of my words or what I’m doing with my fingers.

“You’re still wearing your boxers,” she says.

I stop fingering her and nod. I roll away from her and work my pants and my boxers down my legs before I kick them away. I’m naked and hard, my cock straining, eager for her.

“Tell me what you want,” I say to her.

Her blue eyes are big and boring into mine, her lips parted. She licks them with a pink tongue, and I swallow hard. I reach for her mouth, pressing my fingers against her lower lips. She dips her chin, taking a finger into her mouth and sucks on the tip of it. Her mouth is hot and wet around my finger, and I can just imagine her doing it to my cock.

I groan.

“Tell me what you want,” I order again. I want to hear her say it. I want her to say the words I wanted to hear from her as long as I could remember.

She lets go of my finger.

“I want you to fuck me, Keagan,” she says. My name in her mouth sounds sexy as fuck.

“God, I want you,” I say.

I roll onto her. Her thighs fall open for me, and I position myself between them. I press my head against her entrance.

“You’re sure?” I ask in a moment of clarity, where my conscience gets the better for me.

She arches her back and closes her eyes.

“Just do it, Keagan. God, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Do what?” I ask with a smile.

“Fuck me,” she says in a throaty voice.

I’ve waited my whole life to hear her beg me to fuck her. I smile and push my cock into her. I groan as I slide into her. She gasps and moans until I’m in to the hilt. She’s so tight, it’s all I can do not to come right away.

“Shit, you’re tight like a virgin,” I say.

She smiles at me. “Maybe you’re just a big boy.”

There’s nothing like a woman stroking a man’s ego the way she’s doing right now. I shut my mouth and pull out so just the tip is inside her, before I push into her again. She cries out. I do it again, pulling out and pushing back into her. She moans again, and I pick up my pace, pushing and pulling, harder and harder. Her breasts jiggle whenever I push into her, and her moans and gasps match my rhythm.

I fuck her harder and harder, slamming into her before I pull out. She cries out, her moans echoing through the almost empty house.

This is like everything I’ve fantasized about, but better. Her face is orgasmic, her breasts are a vision, and she feels better than anything I could have imagined. She sure as shit feels a lot better than my hand always did when I fantasized about fucking her like this.

I pound into her like a jackhammer, and she’s moaning, and I swear I’m stuck in a dream. This is too good to be true.

Her body is pinned beneath mine. I lean forward, laying on top of her, bracing my weight with my elbows on either side of her head. I feel her breasts against my chest. Her breath is hard and rhythmic in my ear, in time with our fucking. I take her earlobe between my teeth, and she shudders beneath me.

“Keagan,” she says in a breathy voice, and I smile.

It’s not a scream, but my name is on her lips and she sounds orgasmic. I fantasized about this countless nights on end, my fingers wrapped around my own dick, coming at the thought. Now that it’s happening, it takes everything just to hold back my own orgasm.

I push up again, making space between us. I glance down at her breasts before looking at my dick entering her and pulling out again. I’m slick with her sex, and the sight of her hips splayed out for me is fantastic.

I balance on one arm, pulling my knee up a bit to keep my balance as I keep thrusting and slide my hands between our merging bodies. I find her clit with my thumb. When I do, she gasps, and her eyes shoot open, finding mine.

I rub her clit in circles as best I can. My rhythm is a little screwed because of me pumping into her, but she opens her mouth, and she’s gasping and moaning, so I’m doing something right.

She’s moving closer and closer to the edge. I can see it by the way her eyes roll back in her head. Her lips are parted, and she’s moaning and whimpering louder now. My name is on her lips again, and it’s enough to push me over the edge as well.

I don’t, though. I’m proud my self-control. I want to keep fucking her as long as I can. I want my cock buried deep inside her.

Dana’s hands are on my shoulders, and she slides one had up to my neck and then my cheeks. She touches my face; her eyes are on mine, and I’m struggling to read the expression on her face. Other than pure erotic bliss, of course. She licks her lips and swallows before she opens her mouth again, continuing to breathe hard. I slow my pace right down, letting her focus on what I’m doing to her clit.

She produces a throaty groan, and I feel her walls twitch, a precursor to an orgasm where her body will clench down on mine. I torture her for a while, slowly moving in and out of her body, drawing circles around her clit, pushing her to the limit. The change in pace allows me to gain control over my own orgasm as well.

Dana moves her hands onto my chest and feels my pecks. I work out from time to time, and even though I don’t have the body of a model, I know that I look good. Her hands slide down my abs and onto my ribs, and I flinch. She slides her hands onto my back and pulls against me. Her legs wrap around my hips.

She wants more. She wants me to pick up my pace, to ram into her again, harder and harder. Her eagerness is intoxicating.

And who am I to say no?

I let go of her clit and pick up my pace again, pumping into her. My hips pound against her, burying my cock inside her wetness again and again. My balls slap against her ass, and the sound of our sex fills the room, providing the soundtrack for the night.