The dinner was wonderful. I saw her face change in a million different ways of delight over the beautifully prepared food. We shared our dessert, putting a spoonful of my chocolate cake on her ice cream, and I amused her by trying to steal all of hers when I took a spoonful from her plate.

It’s nice to play. I don’t know if I ever have.

She said the ice cream was the best. I told her she was the best dinner date I’d ever had.

The place was so still and quiet as we left. The feeling that the world only exists as a stage for my will could not be stronger.

Look at me, making memories like a sane person. I almost don’t know my own mind.

It’s her. Alison. Ali.

She’s intoxicating.

I understand intellectually that she stopped me reacting to my trigger. But I can’t admit it emotionally because that would mean…I’m not restrained.

I’m beaten. Tamed.

She doesn’t want it, either. She’s admitted that now.

We snuggle close in the limo. I hold her against my chest as she wraps an arm around my waist. Her eyes are focused out the dark window as her hand strokes me gently near the waist.

Nothing matters but now.

Now, in the warm water with her. I find out exactly what I needed to know. I knew it just had to be true.

I knew it. She’s dark inside, just like me.

I could see it in that glare against her gaze. She seems compassionate, even caring.

But really, there’s only calculation. Solving the puzzle, not a genuine interest.

And I also know she’ll never be done figuring me out. That’s why it’s perfect. She’ll entrance me until the end of time, and she’ll keep trying to solve me like a puzzle.

So much fire and ice in one woman. The flare of sensuality and release—that sweet, slow tide of desire blooming inside her while the cold spider in her mind only sees the why.

I slip around behind her and begin to rub her shoulders, just gently. I want her to want me.

I don’t want to take her. I want her to beg me.

I want her to take me.

She turns in my arms, looking up at me as her arms go around my neck. She folds into me, slippery, wet, hot woman rubbing against me in the warm bubbles.

My cock’s raging hard and begging to impale her, but I keep my kiss gentle and sweet. I touch her waist, her hips. I reach up and stroke her hair gently.

She begins to reach into the kiss with her lips and teeth. She pushes me back against the step, and I let the water slide my legs up as I sit against it.

She grips my shoulders and wraps her legs around me, kissing me with her mouth wide open. She rocks her hips against me.

I moan now, grabbing at her hips. She bends toward me, and with one gentle hand, I guide my cock toward her thrusts.

She feels it, hard against her clit and inner lips, and she grips me harder with her thighs, pulling with her arms.

She forces herself onto me. She’s tight, but I don’t move, not one inch. She slides onto my shaft, starting to rock from the hard grip of her knees.

“Oh, Ali,” I whisper through the kiss.

She leans back, smiling. Her hands grip my shoulders harder now as she pushes against me, learning the length of herself as her pussy grips at the hard inches of my cock.

Her smile flickers sweetly on her lips as she bobs up and down. I stay still, holding her gently around the waist to steady her as she uses hands and legs to make friction.

I slip my hands down to grab her ass, and she leans back. The sight of those beautiful tits is too much for me, and I lean forward, mouthing at her nipples, catching them with my teeth.

She grips the back of my head, forcing my mouth into her as she starts to pump harder and faster. I hear her moans and cries as her pussy tightens up, clamping on my cock. Her hands hold me so hard I think she’s leaving bruises.

I don’t care. I don’t fucking care. I’m watching her, head back, damp hair clinging as her eyes close in complete ecstasy.

Her moans become deep and low as she drives her pelvis against me, like her pussy’s savoring my cock by the inch. I feel her coming—great explosions deep inside that make her cling and gasp, falling over my shoulders.

She breathes hard, all inner trembles settling down.

“You okay?” I stroke her hair.

I feel her nod. She pulls back and looks at me, and I think I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than her afterglow face, in wonder of the pleasure my body gives her.

I spin her around slowly, putting her on the step as I slide my cock out of her. I reach down and rub her clit, knowing it’ll be sensitive from the recent orgasm. She rocks her hips into me forcefully, grabbing at my shoulders again as I firmly rub her clit with two fingers.

New spasms cause her to throw her head back, her legs shaking as she gasps at the sky.

Now she shudders, breathless, leaning back on the wall. I leave her to rest for a second, coming in for a sweet kiss.

“What was that?” she asks.

“Never read many sealed sections, have you?”

“No.” She laughs. “Never had time. Not like I’m into those girly mags anyway.”

“That was a vaginal orgasm followed by a clitoral orgasm.”

“There’s two kinds!”

I kiss her deep, knowing she’ll be feeling an ache deep inside.

“Yes, my lovely girl. There’s two kinds. I suppose you’ve never had both at the same time then?”

She shakes her head, looking small and innocent.

“Then we shall have to fix that.”