“See you soon,” I tell her.

Shit. All I’ve been doing lately is thinking about that woman. When the going gets tough in my own life, I just think about her and things start to feel better. It’s the way her ass looked, propped up in the air for me. It’s the way her eyes shine against the dim lighting of her flat. It’s the way she smiles, so innocent and adventurous.

Fuck me. I’m done for. Olivia will be the death of me. There’s no denying that. I’ll die with her ass in my hands.

The knock on my door is louder than expected, and when she simply opens my door and walks in, I’m caught off guard. “That was fast,” I say, jumping up from the couch and quickly hiding the Snickers wrapper that was left on the table earlier.

She just observes the place and ignores me. “I was at a party not too far away,” she says. She picks up a ceramic art piece and examines it, putting it back down gently. I don’t interject and tell her that it cost me a good two thousand dollars. “I thought, why not go to the weird doctor’s house?”

“So I’m weird now?” I walk up to her and place my hands around her waist. She smiles and nods her head. “How’ve you been sweetheart?” I kiss her and breathe in her scent. My hands run up her sides and I’m almost tempted to rip off every article of clothing. It’s a shame that I’m semi-respectful.

“I’ve been okay,” she says, as my lips pull from hers. “And you?”

“Same. Work. Family shit. You know how it goes,” I say. “Come in. You want the tour?”

“I’ll skip the tour,” she says. “But I will add that this is a lovely home. Like, I look at your place and I just know that I’ll never be able to have something as nice as this. You’re damn lucky, James.”

“Trust me. It’s not worth the effort,” I laugh and lead her into the kitchen and living room area. “When I was in college, I had an insane amount of debt that was collecting. I couldn’t help but think that I’d never be able to afford a real life, but somehow it just happens if you keep at it. Especially in this business, I guess.”

“Yeah, I’m sure my juice bar will give me millions,” she says. She walks past me, into my room, and sits on the bed. “What’re you doing out there?” she asks, waving me in.

“I was getting the wine,” I say.

“Bring the bottle. Might as well hang out in here, right? The living room is kind of stale,” she says. God, I’m starting to get in deep, aren’t I? Already, she’s making it pretty damn clear for me, making sure she knows who’s boss. Well, if I’m the boss in the bedroom, and she’s the boss outside, I’m completely fine with that arrangement.

“Alright,” I tell her. I walk in the bedroom, open the bottle up and hand it her. I sit down next to her as she takes a huge swig and hands it back.

“Lovely,” she says.

“It’s a rare one. At least that’s what they told me. I don’t know shit about wine,” I say.

“If you did, I’d have to stop seeing you. I’m a simple gal, James. You’re a bit posh, but you ride the line enough for me to stay curious.”

“I try to remain a man of the people.” I wink and she laughs, putting her hand against my thigh. Her face turns a light shade of red and she clears her throat.

“A populist, huh? That’s pretty hot,” she says.

“You college girls love that kind of thing,” I say.

“How can we resist?” she asks.

Enough of the small talk. Enough of the beating around the bush. She knows what I want. She understands the lack of complexity of the situation, but she won’t give in. I hand her the bottle of wine again, after taking a sip myself, and she drinks it down like water. I laugh at her comment out of courtesy, but now is not a time for words, nor laughter.

As she pulls back on the end of that wine bottle, I imagine those same thick lips around the head of my hard cock. I can’t fucking help it. These are the things that run in my brain, first and foremost. I reach out and place my palm across her cheek. I feel her smooth skin and she closes her eyes. “Let’s not talk,” I whisper. She nods her pretty little head.

Our lips slowly gravitate toward one another. As they reach, I can feel my cock growing, reaching for her as well. We’re all just reaching for the void of pleasure, a hole that promises us the future and so much more. ‘I love you,’ I could whisper, because in these moments, I feel a strong emotional bond, pouring from my heart. Yet, the doctor in me can’t accept the diagnosis.

Love is oxytocin. It is a mere chemical reaction that happens within our body. It floods our bloodstream and enters the brain. We’re all made to make these types of reactions on a daily basis, but the feeling can’t last forever. If it did, there would be no point to living. Love? I’d rather give in to lust’s willful arms. It feels better in the end.

Her tongue slowly slides against mine. I pull back and bite her lip. She twitches slightly and grows hungrier for me. “That’s right,” I whisper. “You’re my one and only.”

Do I mean that? Hell no. But there’s no denying that I want her to stay here, with me, for as long as this plays out.

“You don’t mean that,” she says, pushing me away.

“Come on,” I sigh. “Don’t be like that.”

She looks down, deciding what to do. I’m a prick. I can’t control myself. I’ve heard it all before. “If I could take back what I just said, I would, but I can’t,” I say.

My cock is aching for her. I need her, dammit. I need her now. She looks up at me and there’s a split second where I think she’s going to slap me, or storm out of the room. Yet, out of nowhere, she gives me a sly smile. “Keep talking like that,” she says. “It turns me on.”

I look down and grin. She’s wearing a white crop-top and high-waisted jeans. She’s fucking hot as hell. Shit, maybe I am in love. No. But there’s something more here and I need to find out what it is. She’s different from the rest of them. I place two fingers in the front of her jeans and pull her forward.

“Come here, babygirl,” I whisper. “Be with me.”

I’m not in the mood for the rough shit. I’m in the mood for some heavy, deep feelings, type of sex. I want us to enjoy each other, from the bottom of our souls. Tonight, I want to get as close to heaven as I possibly can.

“I’m yours,” she whispers and closes her eyes.

She falls down, her back against my mattress. I unbutton her jeans, one by one. Each time it clicks through, a wave of pleasure shakes me. I slowly pull her jeans down, past her ankles. When I see that she’s not wearing any panties, I smile. “I guess you’ve been waiting for this,” I say.

She nods her head. “Just a little bit.”

I kiss her thighs, up to her pelvis. I lick around her sweet pussy, simply to tease her. She wiggles a little bit, as sharp breaths of air burst from her lungs. The other night I made her a woman, but she hasn’t learned all there is to know. Not yet. Tonight is another lesson from the doctor.

I pull her forward, from her hips. My tongue falls flat across her clit and moves in a circular fashion. She tastes so fucking sweet. She tastes new. My cock is throbbing to an almost painful degree. I stroke it while my tongue moves toward her lips. I want to lick every inch of her body. I want to cover her, head to toe.

So I fucking do.

I grab her legs and prop them over my shoulders. I go to town on her, licking every single inch of her pussy. I slide two fingers in and curl them upwards, against her g-spot. She lets out a large sigh of pleasure, but it’s not good enough for me. I want to make her cum, for real.

My whole mouth is around her. I know she’s loving every second of it because she grabs the back of my head and pulls my hair. She pushes my head back onto her and thrusts her hips forward, grinding herself. Now, she’s teaching me how she likes it and I’m all fucking ears.

When her legs begin twitching, I glance up at her face. It has turned red and she bears the look of slight worry. Her eyes are absent, focused on something going on deep within her. I keep myself focused on her. I double the pressure. I tell her how beautiful she looks, how incredible she is. Her eyes grow more distant. Her breathing, more erratic. I place my hand on her stomach and I can feel it begin to tremble, with every muscle beginning to spasm in her body.

I want her to cum. I want to push her over that edge and watch as she hits the bottom. That’s exactly what I want for her. Pure pleasure. Total warmth and goodness. Then, right as she goes running back into my arms, I’ll give her my own pleasure and I won’t stop until I’m finished.

She moans loudly, stuttering her words. She tries to alert me that she’s losing her grip, but words don’t matter right now. I already know her. She’s as predictable as I am.

Tongue pressed against her sweet lips, fingers moving in and out, feeling every corner of her, and lips gently sucking when need be, I’ve spun a web for her and she’s stuck. Finally, she tilts her head back. Her pelvis twitches to an undeniable degree. Her legs dig into my back. It actually kind of scares me when it all goes down, the sheer madness of our lust.

Her moans are louder than anything I’ve ever heard. “James!” She digs her heels even harder. Her nails go into my thick locks of hair and they pull. By the time this is through, I might not be alive, but it’ll be well worth it.

I release myself and stand over her. I watch her move against the mattress, complete with an absent smile. Her thighs close around her hand, twitching mindlessly. I grab them and force them open again. I lean down and kiss each shaking breast, each perfect nipple. I feel down to her stomach with each hand. I grab her hips and pull her closer to me. I slide it in and feel her warmth pull the curtain back over me.

When I’m inside her, I’m lost. I’ve completely forgotten about the self. It’s just her and me, blindly flowing into each other. Family is everything. Bullshit. There’s this too. There’s a wide range of experiences and not one of them is everything.

She opens her eyes and stares at my body. She loves how powerful I am. Control is her fantasy and she wants to lose hers. Her mouth drops open, speechless. I hold her thighs up in the air, pounding away. I control my breathing, but ultimately falter. She feels so fucking good. When I move in as deep as I can go, it feels even better.

I let go of one thigh to grab a fist of her ass. I feel the soft skin, so smooth against my fingers. Youth, it seems to say. I fucking love it. How can any woman compare to Olivia? It’s almost impossible. I grab her thigh again and force myself forward. We kiss, hard, as if we are scrambling to find some air within each other. Heavy breathing with forced heavy petting is what we’ve fallen into, and her hands scramble to touch my hard figure.

I pull back against her lips and smile. “My baby,” I say.

“Yes,” she moans. “Say it again.”

“My baby girl,” I tell her.

Her breathing quickens once more. Her pussy is fucking soaking wet, dripping onto my expensive bed sheets. What do I care? She can ruin this house if she wants to. I’m just here for the ride, trying to hold on as long as I can, but failing.

I pull my cock out and spin her body around. She pushes herself onto her knees and arches her back, almost as if her actions are triggered by a sense of pride for herself. This, of course, turns me on even more. A woman with agency? It’s just something I admire, wholly, but also something I want to take advantage of.

I ride the line. I hold her waist in place. Her perfume travels all across the room. Fruit, flowers, and everything beautiful. I go crazy on her, yet I’m slow and deep about things. I kiss her neck and we mumble directions to one another. “Just like that,” she moans. “Nice and slow. I want to feel you cum.”

She can feel me any day that she wants. I’ll be her master if that’s what it comes down to. I’ll show her things she’s never even dreamed of.

My hips move to an unshakeable rhythm, locking in place with her at the end of each movement. She begins to understand the dance all too well. She moves in tandem, pushing that pussy back, over my shaft. “Fuck,” I find myself whispering. I can’t take it. She feels too fucking good.

I feel that familiar and all too telling sign. It starts below my balls, right inside the core of my very fucking being. It grows like an incoming vibratory spasm. I can feel it swell up inside of me. It’s going to make itself known. I’m going to fucking cum.

It moves upward and expands, until I can’t take it anymore. It’s like sensory fucking overload with this woman. Right when you get to the edge, you start to think you might not be able to come back from this. You scramble to take in all you can. You feel her body and taste her skin. You kiss every single neglected area. Then there’s the lull, where you feel as if time has begun to shift, or stop. Things grow distant, but in your mind, everything is calm.

That’s when you lose yourself to a mind shattering orgasm. Unable to control my muscles, I feel my cock take hold. Whatever it needs, my body will cater to it. I look down at her, so angelic and wonderful, and it just makes the situation even more perfect. I cum way too fucking much. I lose myself over and over again, muscles moving wild. I try to keep myself steady, but of course, I have to fall forward.

She kisses me as I shoot my cum inside of her. Her tongue moves to the back of my mouth, pushing forward once more. Rhythm. It’s all a sexual rhythm between us. I open my eyes and kiss her back. I taste her. She tastes so perfect, just how she looks. Breathtaking.

We fall back onto the pillows and we don’t say a word for a good five or ten minutes. We just lay there, panting like wild animals, kissing until our tongues and lips are sore. The room is silent, but outside, the light rustling of the trees can be heard.

“So, are you staying the night?” I ask her.

She looks at me like I’m crazy, but I know that’s her defense mechanism to give her time to think about what she wants. She can’t deny that holding one another is one of the best feelings in the world. She won’t even try to argue against that point.

“I don’t know…” she sighs. “I have class tomorrow. It might be a good idea if I sleep in my own bed tonight.”

“What time is class?” I ask her.

“One PM. It’s the class you did your little talk to,” she says.

“Barry’s lecture? Shit, if he gives you a bad grade, I’ll set him straight. Come on, just stay here. One is late. We can wake up at ten, get breakfast, and I’ll take you right to the door of the lecture hall,” I say.

“It’s hard to say no to that,” she groans. “Why do you always have good arguments for pursuing bad ideas?”

“I’m a bad idea?” I laugh. She’s probably right.

“Yes!” she exclaims. “You make me think about other things when I should be thinking about finals and my future.”

“The future isn’t as important as they make it out to be,” I mutter. “Just try and have fun. That’s all we can do, really.”

“Easy for you to say. You make a ton of money. You’ve got a solid career. You can do anything you want now. Somehow, somewhere along the way, you forgot how hard it was when you were my age,” she says.

“I haven’t forgotten. I’ve just realized how pointless all that stress was. Anyway, it gets harder. Try operating on your dying mother to remove a tumor you thought was benign, only to realize her cancer has accelerated to the point of no return,” I say. “That is hard. Trust me, most people don’t have to go through shit like that. Your final will be fine.”

I turn my back and close my eyes. Shit, I’ve already said too much.