It was officially the new year.

There was a beautiful sort of magic to the start of a new year. A blank slate.

It honestly was one of my favorite times of the year.

The girls always liked to tease. Some girls were all about shopping and presents; I, on the other hand, got a high off organization, charts, lists, and planning things out. They weren’t wrong. Though this year, all the goals and aspirations I had set were now in place, in a way I could have never predicted.

When he pulled away, breaking the best New Year’s kiss, he went a step forward and made it perfection. He kissed my forehead before his melty, chocolatey eyes smiled when they met mine.

There was no question about it. I was already his.

Before I could answer his question, people started coming by, and we did the rounds as well, wishing everyone a happy new year before indulging in some of the decadent desserts being served.

He was now driving his manly but clean truck with me in the passenger seat as he took us back to my place. He held my hand as we crossed town. His hand in mine, stroking my fingers with his as the radio played softly in the background. My head on his shoulder, the scent of him invigorating and re-energizing.

I wanted him. That much was clear. Everything with him was heightened. More intense. As uncontrolled as it felt, I knew I was safe with him. For the first time, I didn’t mind not being planned or ready for the next thing because I just knew, down to my toes, everything would be okay.

“What’s that look for?” he asked, glancing down before putting his attention back on the road.

“In case I didn’t mention it before or I forget later,”—he glanced over—“thank you for the best New Year’s.”

His hand squeezed mine and a little bit after, we were pulling up to my building and walking to my front door.

I unlocked the door and turned. Surprised to see the sudden hesitation in his eyes, I had the need to put my hands on him. Pressing my front to his, I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him.

“Would you like to come in?” I asked his chest.

Do I want to go in? I swallowed hard and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly to me.

There was no doubt in my mind I wanted to go in.

I also didn’t wanna fuck everything up.

My hands stroked the back of her head. “Jesus Christ, is your hair always this fucking soft?” I muttered and felt her body shake softly with laughter. Damn, it felt good.

“I want to go inside,” I admitted, the idea of walking in there clear as hell in my head. So many options of how I would take her. Make her mine.

“But?” She didn’t move or look up at me, so I kept stroking her hair under the moonlight.

“I don’t want to mess this up before it starts.”

“How would you do that?”

“Taking things too fast.” My words got her attention, and this time, she pulled her face from my chest to look up at me.

“Too fast?” Her eyes were wide with good-natured humor.

“I know,” I mumbled under my breath. “I can’t believe I’m saying it either.”

“Then don’t.”

“Daisy—"

“I want you,” she whispered, and my jaw clenched as my hands tightened on her waist. “I think you know I want you, sexually. I mean, who wouldn’t?”

“Daisy.” My willpower was tethering away.

“You look like you do, and smell like you do, and you’ve been teasing me with that anaconda all night after all.” Damn, she was funny.

Funny.

Beautiful.

Smart.

Mine.

“You felt that, huh?” I traced the line of her jaw.

“I think we both know, figuring out a way to hide that thing would break some kind of physics law,” she teased, and I shook my head as my lips twitched. “But like I was saying, I want you like that, but I also want to be around you.”

“Daisy… I go in there…” I groaned, resting my forehead against hers. I breathed in deeply. The hint of her perfume and shampoo filled my lungs. “I don’t know if I can stop at just a kiss.” My voice was rough in my own ears, and she lifted a hand to touch my face. She was searching my eyes for something, and before I could ask, she looked down and back up.

“I don’t do this.”

“What?

“This.” She pointed back and forth from her to me. “The whole getting swept up with pretty words and an intense chemistry.”

“And you think I do?” I gently asked. I might not do the pretty words, but I was known to hook up.

“I don’t know.” She shrugged, dropping her shoulders and squeezing my hand. “But I need you to know that I don’t. Gabe, if you knew me—” She shook her head and tried to step away from my hold, but I didn’t let her, and she stayed within my embrace. “I’m about lists and charts and planning.” Lists and charts and planning. Yeah. She was fucking cute. “But earlier, you reminded me that life is too short not to take risks.”

“Baby—" But I couldn’t say another word when the tips of her fingers touched my lips.

“This entire night has not gone the way I planned at all. I was supposed to work tonight, not—” She shook her head with a secretive smile. “The night didn’t go anywhere close to what I had planned, and I couldn’t be happier about how everything turned out,” she shared, and I exhaled. “I’m okay with playing this by ear and not having it all planned out. As long as we’re on the same page that this is the start of something and not just a sporadic moment we share.”

“You could never be just a sporadic moment,” I shared with her. I liked that she was laying it out. Fuck. I liked it a lot.

“Okay then. So, are you coming in?”

“Try and stop me.” I winked, and she gifted me with the brightest smile of the night.

She unlocked the door, and when she turned to take my hand, I moved in and lifted her up like a groom would his bride. One day.

We stepped in, and I set her down slowly, making sure her soft curves touched my hard angles before looking around. Her place was cute. Warm and cozy.

Her scent clung to the air, making me want to grab and pull her back into my arms. Where she belongs.

“Do you want something to drink or—" she started to ask as she tried to make her way to what I was guessing was the kitchen, but I took a step forward, her hand in mine. I couldn’t let her walk away. Even if it was to the kitchen. With my front to her back, I let my nose graze the side of her temple.

“A, umm, drink or—” she nervously stuttered.

“I need to taste you,” I hoarsely admitted, and instead of pushing me away, she tilted her head to the side.

Jesus, the sight of her left me breathless.

Standing still. Trusting me so willingly. She was going to drive me mad. I towered over her. She felt delicate and tiny in my arms and in turn I felt like fucking Hulk. I’d never felt more of a man than standing behind her.

Desire swirled with this ball-aching need to shield and protect her. To bring pleasure like she’d never known. Pleasure I’ll give her for the rest of my life.

I licked her silken skin before softly blowing over the slope of her shoulder, taking her weight as she leaned back. “Before the sun comes up, I’m gonna have my mouth all over your body,” I vowed.

“That’s a great way to start the new year,” she quipped sassily, and my lips quirked before I moved to do the same to the other side.

“Mmm.” I groaned. “This is how we are going to start every day,” I promised.

“Every day, huh?” she whispered slightly out of breath.

“Jesus, babe.” My hands moved to the small of her waist. “Do you have any idea of the things I want to do to you?”

“Tell me.”

“My beautiful flower likes my dirty mouth?” I asked, my dick jerking behind my black slacks.

“I love your voice,” she panted, and fuck, I was glad. I’d give her anything, no matter what it cost me, I thought to myself. But this, dirty talk and what we were about to do, was definitely not a chore.

“Hmm.” I ran my nose up her ear and into her hair before a deep growl escaped. “I want to tease you. Take my time with you.” My fingers stroked the skin on her arm, enjoying the feel of her gooseflesh beneath my touch. “Start by making you come with my fingers between your legs.” Her head fell back on my chest.

“Have I told you how beautiful you looked tonight?” I asked her, my hands never stopping from stroking her skin.

“I think so.”

“You do,” I reassured. “Fucking gorgeous,” I whispered, enjoying how responsive she was to my lightest touch on her body. “Red is your color, beautiful.”

“Gabe,” she purred.

“What do you want, sweet Daisy? Tell me.”

“I want to feel your skin on mine.”

“Mmm,” I moaned. “I want that too. But first, how about I take this gorgeous dress off? I don’t want to ruin it by ripping it off your delectable body.”

“Gabe.”

“Shh...” I quieted. She turned her head to look up at me, and damn, I wanted to ruin her. Ruin her in a way she wouldn’t ever remember anyone who came before her. Ruin her how she had already ruined me. “Do you trust me?” I asked, and she nodded.

I placed a light kiss on her lips, and she turned back, and damn, my mouth watered. She was like an offering. My hands moved, brushing the hair off her shoulders on my way to the top of the zipper. Her shoulders and back were already exposed, but I was dying to know what she was wearing underneath. I pulled it down. The sound was almost as loud as the drumming of my heart. I swallowed as I took in she wasn’t wearing a bra, the bottom of the zipper ending where what looked to be a sheer black G-string began.

“Fuck,” I groaned and felt her body tremble.

Holding one of her hands, I helped her step out of the dress.

“Stay,” I ordered like a brute as I bent to grab the pretty dress. I didn’t dare look at her as I draped the gorgeous dress over a couch. I loosened the black tie and popped two buttons from my dress shirt before I turned. Her eyes were on me, burning and bright when I finally got the pleasure of letting mine roam.

She straightened her back, her skin like the softest caramel. I swallowed hard licking my lips at the sight of her tits. Fuck. High and round. Dark areolas with tightened little buds that stood at attention, begging for my mouth. I wanted to lick her skin. Trace the tan lines she had until I reached the sheer little scrap of material that hid the heaven between her legs. There was a darkened spot in the front I could have sworn was growing.

My girl was wet.

For me.

Wearing noting but the scarp of material and black heels that made her toned legs seem a mile long. Legs I needed to have wrapped around my waist.

I crooked my finger at her, and her lips twitched.

“I had a feeling you were going to be bossy,” she shared, her hips swaying this way and that as she took the few steps she needed to reach me.

“You have no idea,” I muttered as one hand moved to the back of her head, tangled in her dark strands. My other hand moved to her ass. “Up,” I prompted, and she moved. I brought her up her legs wrapped around me. “Tell me where to go, baby.”

“My room,” she breathed. “First door to the right.” She pointed behind her, and I moved as she wrapped her limbs tight. Her skin was soft and sweet enfolded around me. Jesus. Reaching her room, I gently placed her on the floor and unbuttoned my shirt. Her hands moved, but I took hold of her wrist.

“You touch me right now, I’ll lose my shit, and this won’t go how I want to give it to you,” I warned. Her hands opened and closed as she let them fall bedside her, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. “Next round, baby, you can play and touch to your heart’s desire,” I promised and watched her lick her lips, her eyes moving to my crotch.

Fuck, she wanted to play, and I would let her. Later.

I finished undoing my shirt and threw it behind me, undoing my belt and the top button of my slacks, not daring to take them off. Not yet. She was too tempting for her own good. I dropped to my knees and leaned forward, kissing the soft swell of her stomach.

My hands moved to the tiny strings at her hips and clenched around it. I looked up at her, and when our eyes connected, I moved my mouth to her panty-covered pussy and exhaled hard over it. She bit her lip, and I didn’t know if it was to hold in any sounds or to stop herself from begging. I wouldn’t make her beg. Not today. Probably not ever. My tongue swiped at the sheer material, her essence sweet on my palate. Her head dipped back as she gasped, but I didn’t stop. I needed more.

I yanked the strings hard. They popped in my hands, and I threw the discarded G-string over my shoulder before spreading the sweetest pussy I had ever laid eyes on and going to town. I didn’t start off slow. I couldn’t. I was dying for a taste. For her to flood my mouth with her sweetness. I pushed her back onto the bed, and she giggled.

“Love these shoes, baby,” I shared as I took one off and the other followed. “You’re gonna wear them for me later, but right now, right now, I need you to open for me,” I warned as the sexy-as-sin heels fell to the floor.

I placed a kiss on the inside of each ankle before placing the heels of her feet on my shoulders. I turned back to look at her and felt like a wild animal about to attack its innocent prey. She was spread open, resting her body on her forearms so she could look at me.

“Wider,” I demanded, and she complied, her breasts rising and dropping with anticipation. I know, baby. I’m right there with you. I looked down and licked my lips as I took a good look at what I was about to devour. She was glistening with need. Wet and juicy. Dark trimmed curls in a thin landing strip and a bundle of nerves popping out of its hood, begging for attention I was all too happy to give.

Jesus, she was responsive. Wet and swollen all for me. Only for me.

I moved my face down, grazing her lower lips with my nose as I inhaled her scent.

“You smell as fucking good as you taste,” I groaned, my mouth moving back to her wet center.

This time, there was no going slow. I was going to feast.

I licked.

Nipped.

Kissed and indulged in the sweetest piece I’d ever have. She was it for me.

I stroked my stiff tongue in and around her hot channel. I stroked her clit with the pads of my fingers. Her taste and smell made my dick straining forward. I was impossibly hard. Her thighs closed over my ears like headphones, but even then, it didn’t drown out the devastatingly hot sounds she was making.

With two fingers, I gently coaxed her tight heat. Fuck, she was tight. Tight and wet and swollen. I needed her more than my last breath, but I needed to make her come. Going down on a woman had been fun, but this was something else. Right then and there, with her, it was more than a mere sexual act, a detour to the main attraction. I was on my knees, my face between her thighs, reveling in beauty.

Learning.

Studying.

Memorizing every second that ticked away. I wanted to be an expert at playing her body. My free hand stroked her body, reaching up to grab a tit. She cried out and lifted her sexy ass, perfectly aligning her pussy to my mouth. I pinched her nipple lightly, and she ground down harder.

I smiled before I moved my mouth, getting just the right hold on her pretty clit, and started to suck on the swollen nub. I switched the pressure. Light to hard, and my girl moaned my name so sweet I could feel beads of pre-cum dripping from my tip. She thrashed in bed, every word that slipped from her mouth dirtier and hotter than the last, chanting my name like a prayer, making me feel like a motherfucking warrior.

My fingers worked in an out of her little pussy trying to kick up all the sweetness her body was giving me. The faster I worked her, the higher her moans got. My sweet girl liked it a little rough.

By the grace of god, I looked up at just the right moment and got to watch sheer erotic beauty.

Her orgasm hit. Her pussy clenched and started to suck my fingers into her. A rush of her essence flowed as her back arched. Her perfect ass lifted off the bed as she ground her pussy on my face, and I held on with both hands. Making sure to prolong her pleasure as much as possible before she dropped back down. I looked down at her. She looked like a goddess. Soft and curvy with a cat-who-ate-the-cream smile on her face.

“That was…” she started to say but stopped when I smiled down at her, shoving my pants down my legs, my briefs along with them.

“That was only the beginning.” I winked and watched the softness wash away from her face as lust shined back at me.