"T his is what some might call an afternoon delight ."

Michelle sat in front of me, utterly naked, save for the heels I'd found in her closet. I'd found a few other things that were sexy as hell, but I no longer wondered why she tended to shroud herself in black and gray. It was an intent to draw attention away from herself .

I could tell her it didn't work .

With that sweet smile and that beautiful hair, her eyes, she could stand in the shadows of a room surrounded by butterflies and people would notice her – I sure as hell would .

But if it made her feel safer, who was I to take her blanket away ?

What I wanted to do was make her feel secure enough to not need the blanket. And somehow, I'd talked her into sitting down on the couch, wearing nothing but the heels I'd asked her to wear while I fed her a piece of Death by Chocolate from a restaurant that served some of the best desserts in town .

She blushed as I slid the fork between her lips .

"I know what you're thinking," I said, winking at her. "You're thinking an afternoon delight would be if I had you spread out under me while I licked my way down your chest, all the way to your pussy, maybe back up again before I sank my dick inside you ."

Her blush burned even brighter, and I was tempted to say to hell with the game. But while I'd been teaching her all about sex and sexuality, something we hadn't done enough of was play .

I wanted her to know how to play and have fun with sex. With herself and with her lovers. No, lover , a part of me thought, greedy with her. Selfish, even. The thought of her being with somebody else was enough to piss me off which was ridiculous, considering what I did for a living – and how I met Michelle in the first place .

Forcing my thoughts back to the matter at hand, I cut off another piece of the rich, chocolatey dessert and fed it to this gloriously blushing woman. "Don't worry...we're getting to that part." I licked a bit of chocolate from the fork, staring into her eyes as I did so. "See, when you took the first bite of this, you moaned, and I wondered if you would. I've heard people compare this particular dessert to having sex and a few have even said it's better than sex. The way you moaned reminded me of how you sound when I'm inside you. I'm seducing you, even now." Still watching her, I carefully trailed the fork down the slope of her breast. When it reached the tip, I circled the delicate flesh. "I would say you're already wet ."

She squirmed a little on the couch. "Are you trying to embarrass me or just turn me on ?"

Leaning in, I pressed my mouth to her ear. "How turned on are you ?"

She surprised me by turning her face until our mouths almost met. "I'm not sure I can even quantify that ."

"Quantify..." I closed the distance between us and licked her lips, tasting rich chocolate and sweet woman. "How in the hell can you make a word like that sound so fucking sexy ?"

Then I kissed her, pouring all the hunger I felt into it as I blindly reached out and put the plate down .

The dessert was almost gone anyway .

The fork ended up falling to the floor with a clatter that neither of us cared about as I rolled forward, spilling her onto the couch while I settled between her naked thighs .

I still wore my suit .

As she reached for me, I guided one hand to the fly and zipper of my pants. "I want to be inside you...right now. Make it happen, Michelle ."

Her hands shook as she freed me from the trousers. I could feel the tremor, but she didn't pull back right away and cede control to me. Instead, she wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked me from tip to root and back, over and over .

That wasn't what I wanted, but I'd be damned if I took that away from her .

Sliding a hand up her thigh, I cupped her cunt and pushed one finger inside. A sharp cry ripped from her, her body arching up under mine .

"I love the sounds you make...the way you move," I whispered against her lips. "And I love it when you come ."

Putting the words into action, I pivoted my wrist and added a second finger, working her to a quick, hard climax. Then, before I ended up coming all over her, I caught her wrist and jerked it up over her head, away from me – before I lost it .

Without pause, I thrust deep inside her and slammed my mouth down on hers .

It took...maybe five seconds to realize she wasn't responding .

In fact, she was frozen under me .

Tearing my mouth from hers, I looked down and saw her wide, startled eyes. Tension emanated from her, bordering on fear. And the knuckles of the hand I had pinned over her head were white, bloodless. As if her skin had suddenly become scalding hot, I let go .

"Fuck...fuck, Michelle, I'm sorry." I pulled back .

She shook her head, as if coming out of a fugue and reached for me. "No," she said, her voice breathless, nearly soundless. "Don't...please don't leave me ."

The words were broken .

Harsh.

"No." Cupping her face in my hands, I kissed her. The bruising hunger I'd felt earlier had vanished. Now, I felt an ache, a pain that went straight through to my soul, but I couldn't explain that. I could fix this though. Maybe. A little. I kissed her again, soft and slow before murmuring against her lips. "No, I won't leave you ."

Slowly, bit by bit, she relaxed against me, under the soft, gentle kiss, and I shifted on the wide couch, rolling until my back was against the cushions. I couldn't penetrate as deep this way, but that was the whole point – I couldn't pin her down either, couldn't hurt her, scare her .

Don't go there, King , I warned myself .

Rocking against the cradle of her thighs, I slid a hand between us, seeking out the stiff, swollen bud of her clitoris. She was still slick and tight around me, the arousal still there .

I hadn't killed that, at least .

If nothing else, the need was still there .

I held off the climax, almost afraid of what would happen once this ended, using all the skill I'd learned over the years. Fighting my body's instincts and resisting hers, until both of us were shaking, sweating, all but dying for the release .

When it did end, I braced myself for the retreat, for her to jerk away and leave me there on the couch .

But she curled into me, sighed softly...and fell asleep .