The way she looked at him when he tossed her on the bed, was with a degree of lust he’d never seen before. Her green eyes pulled him in.

When he penetrated her, she was shockingly tight. He’d been with women before who were religious about their kegels. He’d even been with one girl who’d had her vagina “reconstructed” so that she was supposed to feel like a virgin again. But none of them came close to how tight, how wet, and how addictive Sam was.

“Are you okay?” he asked her. She’d bristled when he entered her, but still writhed against him. “Is it okay to keep going?”

“Yeah, yes,” she breathed into his ear. “Please… I want you to fuck me.”

He buried his face in her neck and breathed her in. Connor was used to the looks when women first saw him. He knew he was big—that must be all it was. He took his time and slid in and out of her slowly.

When he teased her, lingered with barely his tip inside her, she struggled and demanded that he go deep. Every time he slid against her G-spot, she scratched at his back and cried out his name.

She was so wet it was almost unbelievable. “Get on top,” he told her. “I want to watch you.”

On his back, he watched her straddle him. Her hair had come undone and hung in knotted waves over her breasts. He reached up, pushed the hair aside, and pulled her nipples. She looked down and grasped his cock to place him at her opening.

Connor moved his hands to her hips. He loved to control women from here, when they thought they had all the power. “Slowly,” he told her. She’d let her weight fall onto him, but he held her up. He wanted to watch her take him in.

“Please,” she whispered when he was halfway in. He pulled her down, hard, onto him, and she called out.

Her nails dug into his chest and he clutched her ass as she rode him. She was perfect. Her breasts bounced wildly. Every part of her skin felt like silk. Sam’s wetness was so intense it dripped down between his own thighs.

Her eyes were closed and she ground hard against him. “Look at me,” he told her. She opened her eyes and he could tell she was close.

Connor pushed himself up and wrapped her legs around his back. From here, he was in complete control—and her nipples were once again aligned with his face. They were perfect with light brown areolas and tight little nipples. He lifted and lowered her onto his cock while he covered her chest in marks he knew would darken to hickeys by the next day.

Her legs were locked around him, his lap soaked with her juices. “Connor,” she gasped out. “I’m going to come…”

He could feel her orgasm start to wash over her as the heat of her insides throbbed. It was enough to push him over the edge and he came with her. When he exploded inside her, she screamed out louder.

It wasn’t what he’d expected or what he’d planned, not that he’d planned any of it. But he’d never come inside anyone before. Hell, he’d never had unprotected sex with anyone but Sandra before. There was something special about Sam, though.

She shuddered against him as she rode out the last of her orgasm. He kissed her neck gently and made his way to her lips.

Connor leaned back and lightly trailed a hand across her clit, though he was still inside her. She shook and laughed.

“Too sensitive,” he said.

“I, um. I’ve never done that,” she said.

He held her hips and pushed into her once more, just to watch her shake as a small tremor of an aftershock rocked through her. “I wouldn’t exactly call it a one-night stand,” he said with a laugh.

“No, I mean… never mind,” she said, and pushed off of him.

“The no protection thing?” he asked. “Sorry, me either. Not really. But I’m clean, I just got tested a month ago.”

“It’s not that,” she said. Sam perched on the edge of the bed, grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, and wiped up their combined juices from between her thighs.

“Then what is it?” he asked. “I mean… you didn’t like it?”

“No!” she said and looked at him, shocked. “It was amazing. Everything I’d imagined.” She blushed at that, as if she thought it had really been a secret that she wanted him. “It’s just… I’ve only been with one person before.”

“Yeah, right,” he said with a laugh.

“I’m serious!” she said. “Sexually, just one person. And… well, just one time.”

“Wait a minute,” he said. “What do you mean one time? And what about all those models—”

“They’re just for fun,” she admitted, her head hung low. “We flirt and sometimes we kiss. Not much. But that’s about it.”

“But you weren’t a virgin, right? I mean, I wasn’t—”

“No. Technically, no, I wasn’t a virgin. But… shit, this is embarrassing,” she said.

“Hey,” he said as he wrapped an arm around her. He suddenly felt protective. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything.”

“No,” she said with a sigh. “I want to. So, when I was sixteen, I had sex with my high school boyfriend. Kind of. It was terrible. Almost traumatizing.”

He looked at her, concerned. “Did he do something? Did he—”

“No! No, nothing like that. We were just, you know, kids and inexperienced and everything. It lasted maybe two minutes, max. I don’t really remember much after he… well, you know, tore my hymen… just a lot of pain and then it was over.”

“So, why did you … why was it only the one time? If he was your boyfriend?”

She looked at her lap, ashamed, and pulled the sheet around her chest in a makeshift toga. “We ‘dated,’ if you want to call it that, for about six weeks before that night. He was older, a quarterback on the varsity team. I was just a sophomore. He wasn’t faking the relationship with me, not really. But…”

“But what?” he asked.

She looked at him, and he knew all her walls had fallen down. “He told everybody,” she whispered. “Everybody. The next day at school, everyone knew.”

He let out his breath. Connor had known guys like that in school. He hadn’t been one of them, but more than once he’d laughed along as a buddy had shared his latest conquest. “I’m sorry, Sam,” he said.

She shook her head and let out a small laugh. “It’s not your fault.”

“But that was a long time ago. Do you think that’s why it was just that one time? Or…”

“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “I’m sure that certainly didn’t help. But I also just never felt comfortable with anyone. You know? Don’t worry, it’s not like I was holding out for ‘the one’ or anything,” she said with a smile.

He grinned and looked away. Connor had to admit, there was a part of him that had started to suspect that. The strange thing was, he liked it. It humbled and honored him. What’s the matter with me?

“I, well, I wish I would have known,” he said. “I would have, uh, been a little gentler. I suppose.”

“I liked it,” she said.

“Yeah, I could tell,” he said, and nudged her with his elbow.

She giggled. “What can I say? That’s what years of sexual suppression and build-up will do to you.”

Connor lay back on the bed and pulled her down with him. She curled into his chest with an arm and leg spread over him. It felt natural, easy. He’d never been one for cuddling after sex, and usually merely tolerated it, if anything. But with Sam it wasn’t just about the sex. That had been phenomenal, but there was something more between them.

“So,” he mused. “Contract’s suspended for the weekend, huh?”

“That was my executive decision,” she declared.

He felt himself start to harden again. It was the press of her breasts against his chest, and the wet heat against his thigh. What the hell? We’ve already fucked once, what could another time hurt?

He ran over every possible justification as he leaned down and kissed her again. She responded instantly and ran her hand across his chest. Still, he was worried. There were feelings stirred up in him that went much deeper than lust. You’re going to screw everything up.

But he couldn’t stop himself. She’d reached down and had stroked him into full hardness. As Sam kissed his neck, down to his stomach and straddled his thigh as she took him into her mouth, he just couldn’t stop it.

She felt amazing, every part of her. Sam gripped his base while she took him deeper into her mouth toward her throat. He gasped out. Already she was riding him at his leg, and her juices dripped down his thigh.

Connor opened his eyes and watched her. She worked him like a pro for this basically being her first time. Of course it couldn’t be, not with her this comfortable about it. He couldn’t help but be doubtful.

“You give head like a pro,” he told her.

She smiled up at him and licked the length of his shaft.

“This your first time?” he asked her.

She nodded. “But I’m not going to lie,” she said with a slight blush. “I’ve watched my fair share of porn.”

So that was it. The idea of her watching porn while she got herself off made him even harder. He wanted to watch her, to see how she handled herself. “When was the last time?” he asked her.

She flicked her tongue across his tip. “Last time what?” she asked.

“The last time you got yourself off watching porn,” he said as he raked her hair back and held it in a fist behind her head.

She turned red. “Um, well, you kind of interrupted me,” she said.

“What do you mean?” His cock throbbed, begged for her mouth, but the curiosity was stronger.

“Remember the time you came to my house unannounced on your run?”

“You’re kidding,” he said as he sat up. “You were…”

“Yeah. Okay?” she asked, embarrassed.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s hot as hell,” he said. “I just wish I would have known.”

“Why?” she asked with a smile as she stroked him gently. “What would you have done?”

“Probably something like this,” he said, and he grabbed her quickly to pull her up to him.

She squealed, but her sounds quickly turned to moans as he entered her again. Immediately, he was struck again by just how tight she was.

“I could fuck you all day,” he told her as their rhythms synced up.

“I dare you,” she said. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Her long hair brushed across his legs.

He’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life.