She didn't say much on the drive back to the apartment, but the fact that she snuggled up against me and kept her hand on my thigh made me pretty confident that she wouldn’t freak out in a couple minutes and go lock herself in her room.

As soon as we stepped onto the elevator, it took every ounce of my self-control not to grab her and take her right there. I was so hard it almost hurt and I could finally admit to myself how attractive I found her. If I wasn't careful, I would lose it early and completely embarrass myself. I fully intended to make tonight amazing. I had a reputation to keep, after all.

And she wasn't doing a damn thing to help matters either. Running out the tip of her tongue to wet her lips. Leaning against the wall so that she showed off her assets.

I took a step toward her and she shook her head, holding up a single finger. The smile said she wasn't shutting me down, but I glared at her anyway.

“I do not want anyone in the building thinking I am one of those cheap girls you brought home before.”

As we stepped off of the elevator and walked toward the door, I moved so that I was right behind her. When she paused at the door, I slid my arms around her waist and put my mouth to her ear.

“I don't bring girls home.” It was true, technically. I didn't count the handful of times I'd gotten too drunk to remember asking them over. Intent was what mattered... right?

She made a sound that said she didn't quite believe me, but she didn't add anything as I unlocked the door and we walked inside, my arms still around her. As soon as it shut, I spun us around so that her back was against the door. In the dim light, I could only make out the outline of her face, but it was enough for my lips to find her jaw and begin kissing my way toward her mouth.

Her hands ran down my chest and around my back as I pressed my body against hers. I found her bottom lip and gently sucked on it, wondering if it would be too much for the demure woman I knew. She moaned, her hands slipping under my shirt to run over my back.

Apparently not.

She tilted her head, bringing her mouth into direct contact with mine. Her lips molded themselves to match mine, parting to allow my tongue access. Her fingers and nails left trails of fire across my skin as her hands traced patterns on my back.

Damn, the woman could kiss.

I ran my hand down her side to her hip and then further down to lift her leg. I pressed myself against her, wanting her to understand exactly what she was doing to me.

She tore her mouth away from mine and said a single word. “Bedroom.”

I was tempted to scoop her up in my arms and carrying her, but I didn't want to risk doing anything that would spoil the moment. I was already surprised at how she was responding to me and if there was anywhere to be cautious, it was at a moment like this. I took her hand and led her to my room. I supposed we could've gone to the guest room she was using, but I didn't know if she had any condoms back there and once we got started, I didn’t want to stop.

Considering Livie was already tugging at my shirt before we'd made it to the room, I felt it safe to say she didn’t want to stop either. My shirt landed in the doorway and her hands were on my pants. I let her unbutton them, but grabbed her wrist before she could slide her hand inside.

“Let's get you out of that dress first,” I said. I heard the strain in my voice. As much as I wanted her hands on me, I knew if she kept going, this would be over far too soon.

She turned and raised her hair so I could unzip her. I was tempted to do it slow, expose each inch of creamy skin bit by bit, but I wasn't in a patient mood. She let the dress fall and stepped out of it, leaving her clad in a matching set of plain, but still sexy, black silk panties and bra.

“It is your turn.” Her voice had a teasing note.

I grinned at her, happy to oblige. I made short work of the pants, kicking them off along with my shoes. I paused, letting her get a good look at me in nothing but a pair of increasingly tight gray boxer-briefs. The heat in her eyes said she liked what she saw, and then she was reaching behind her and unfastening her bra.

“Shit,” I muttered as she freed her breasts. My original suspicions were confirmed. Those were definitely real. And perfect. Her nipples were slightly darker than her hair, and they were just as perfect as the rest of her.

I closed the distance between us, needing to touch her. I cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and they fit perfectly. I used my thumbs to circle her nipples, then lowered my head to take one into my mouth. I heard her gasp as my lips closed around the sensitive flesh and I began to suck. I alternated suction and flicking my tongue across her nipple until it was hard and then I turned my attention to the other. Livie was murmuring words under her breath that I assumed were in her native language. I just hoped they meant she liked what I was doing.

I dropped my hand down between her legs, sliding my fingers across the soft material of her panties. She moaned, her hips moving in an unconscious attempt to get more friction. The crotch of the garment was already damp. I slipped my fingers underneath, letting my index finger trace along her slit.

Then, suddenly, we were tumbling onto the bed and I was landing on my back, Livie on top of me. I stared up at her for a moment, surprised by her actions, and then she was moving down my body, pulling off my underwear, and I forgot about everything but the throbbing shaft begging for attention.

She leaned down and ran her tongue along the tip of my cock. I made a sound in the back of my throat. I desperately wanted her to take me in her mouth, but I waited for her to take the initiative. My head fell back against the mattress as Livie wrapped her lips around my cock and began to lower her head.

My fingers curled into fists, bunching my bedspread as the soft wet heat of her mouth engulfed me. She wrapped a hand around the base of my shaft, the part that she couldn't get in her mouth, and began to stroke me in time with the movements of her head. When her other hand cupped my balls, I swore. She'd seemed like such a quiet and reserved person. Where the hell had she learned to do these amazing things with her mouth and hands?

After what felt like an eternity, and just before I’d have to warn her that I needed a break or I would come, she released me. I let out a breath, my body screaming in protest. I ignored it and sat up. I would return the favor while I gave my overeager dick some time to settle down.

I pulled Livie back up into the center of the bed. “My turn,” I said as I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them off. She wasn't completely bare, but the pale curls were thin, doing nothing to hide my goal. I spread her legs and then stretched out between them.

I planted kisses along the insides of her thighs, enjoying the frustrated mewling sounds she made as I teased her. I couldn't believe how responsive she was. I started with a chaste kiss that quickly became more passionate. My tongue slipped between her folds, dancing across her flesh until I found the bundle of nerves I wanted. I used my fingers to hold her open and then dove in.

“Prosím, víc!”

I had no idea what that meant, but considering her hands were gripping my hair and holding me against her, I figured it was a good thing. I slid a finger inside her, marveling at how tight and wet she was. She cried out, pushing her hips down against my finger and then up against my mouth.

“Ano! Ano!”

Judging by her tone, I assumed that was an affirmation. I circled her clit with my tongue and added a second finger. I twisted them inside her, searching for that spot that would make her scream new words I wouldn’t understand.

Her entire body jerked and I knew I'd found it. I pressed my fingers against it as I took her clit between my lips. She wailed, pulling on my hair hard enough to hurt. I felt her body contract as she came, her pussy squeezing my fingers. Fuck! I could only imagine feeling that around my cock.

I continued working on her clit and g-spot, drawing out her orgasm until she was babbling in Czech. I raised my head and slid my fingers out of her, watching as a shiver ran through her. I reached over to my bedside table and pulled out a condom. I wasn't sure how long I would last, but I was confident I could get her to come at least one more time.

I held up the condom and looked down at her. As much as I ached to be inside her, I was going to make sure this was what she wanted.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Ano.” She nodded her head. “Yes.” Her eyes were almost black with desire.

I rolled the thin latex down, stroking myself slowly as I leaned over her and I positioned myself at her entrance. “Slow?” I needed to know because my control was slipping.

She shook her head. “Fast.” She grabbed my hips.

I surged forward, burying myself inside her in one long thrust. She cried out, her body arching against mine, pushing me deeper and harder. Her fingers flexed as she slid her hands around to my ass. I felt the unspoken encouragement and began to move. Deep thrusts over and over again. She hooked her ankles behind my knees, giving herself the leverage to meet every stroke and changing the angle of penetration so that the base of my cock rubbed against her clit and the head of it pushed against her g-spot. It was one of those rare moments where all of the pieces came together without any effort.

I lowered my head without breaking our rhythm and took her nipple between my teeth. I didn't bite down – I wasn't sadistic – but I did nip and suck, using her gasps and moans as indications of how much she liked it. I felt her body start to shudder and knew she was close. I sucked the hard little point into my mouth and picked up the pace. I wouldn't last much longer and I didn't want to make her come, then build toward another one I couldn't finish.

She cried out my name as she came, every muscle tightening around me. Her spasming channel contracted around my cock, massaging it and driving me over the edge. I released her breast and pressed my face against her as my hips began to jerk. I groaned as pleasure washed over me. I squeezed my eyes shut, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. It had been too long since I'd come and I felt all the tension of the past few weeks finally easing away.

I collapsed on her, unable to hold myself up. I knew I would need to roll over, but for the moment, I was unable to do anything but catch my breath and listen to her jagged breaths and the rapid beating of her heart under my ear.

There were doubts and questions lurking, waiting to pounce, but for the moment, they were kept at bay and I let myself bask in the aftermath of good sex. I'd deal everything else tomorrow.

I rolled off of her and tossed the condom into the nearby trashcan. I didn't want to think about anything else at the moment. Not about if or how this would change things. Not about whether or not it would be prudent to let her sleep here instead of sending her back to her room. All I wanted to do at the moment was sleep.

I pulled the covers over us, wrapped my arm around Livie's waist as she snuggled back against me, and let my eyes close.