I could watch Vera come forever. She’s gorgeous the way she lets go, letting herself feel everything that I give her. The sight of her dazed and sated makes my cock uncomfortably hard, and I can’t wait to plunge myself deep inside her. But first I want to play. I meant what I said—I’m not satisfied yet, not with her pleasure or with mine. I watch as she slowly comes back to herself, sees me straddling her. I watch her smile at me with a sweet and seductive expression that is entirely sex.

I lean down to her so that our faces are close. “I meant it. I’m going to fuck you until we’re both satisfied.”

“I believe you.”

“But do you know what I want to do before that?” Her eyes grow dark and a flush creeps up her chest and neck. I kiss her softly, punctuating my words. “I want to fuck your perfect tits until I come in your mouth.”

I kiss her again, pausing to pull back and look at her. I raise an eyebrow, asking. She nods, and I kiss her again, plunging my tongue into her mouth the way I’m going to plunge my cock into her.

I glance over at the nightstand and see a jar of lotion. I reach for it and spread a generous amount on my hands. Then I touch her breasts. I didn’t have a chance to explore these properly yesterday. I cover them with lotion, massaging around the sides and over her nipples and back. I pinch her nipples, pulling on them until they’re hard and she groans. Her breasts are glistening with lotion now, and I press them together.

I slide my cock into the valley between her breasts. “Oh, fuck. This feels amazing.”

It does, better than I even imagined it would. I keep going, watching the tip of my cock press through to the other side of her breasts, so, so close to her mouth. The tip slides back and forth slowly, and she nearly makes me come when she flicks her tongue out to lick me. I’m not going to last long. I’m too aroused, and I want her too badly to hold off.

She moves her hands to her breasts, holding them together so I don’t have to. She presses harder than I was, and the feeling of her skin squeezing me pulls a groan from my throat. I lean forward, taking my weight on my arms, and I start to fuck. I watch my cock appear and disappear in the valley of her tits and it makes me harder.

She presses her head down, and suddenly the head of my cock is in her mouth with every thrust and—shit. My balls tighten and I know I’m going to come, and soon. I try to hold it off as long as possible, wanting to savor this feeling. It’s her tongue that does me in. She’s flicking it over me when I’m in her mouth and I can’t stop it now. I feel my muscles spasm as my rhythm becomes erratic.

I manage to form the words, “Open your mouth,” seconds before I come. She does and I watch as my cock shoots streams of hot cum across her tongue. It drips down and pools, and when I’m spent and gasping she closes her mouth. I watch her swallow, locking eyes with me the whole time, and it’s so hot that I nearly come again.

She sucks the tip of my cock, cleaning the last bit of semen from it. “Satisfied?” she asks.

“Not nearly.” I thread my fingers under her head and through her hair, lifting. “Keep doing that.” I close my eyes.

She swirls her tongue over the head of my cock, sucking as deep as she can. I hold her head still, keeping her mouth on me as the blood flows back in. It doesn’t take very long until I’m hard again. Maybe harder than before. I release her, and that smirk is still there. Not for long. I jump off the bed and search through my clothes for the condoms I brought just in case. I slip one on before returning to her. “When I’m done with you, you won’t be smirking.”

“Want to bet?” she teases, laughing.

“I never bet.” I slide a finger into her and she’s still so wet. Hot and tight, I feel her pussy squeeze my finger. Then I lift her legs, folding them up so she’s spread open for me. There’s no more room for foreplay. Fitting myself right against her slit, I slide in to the hilt in one smooth motion. Vera gasps, and I stop, letting her adjust to my size. The angle lets me far deeper into her pussy than yesterday, and I plan on using every inch. The feral, manly part of me loves that I have to let her adjust to me. It loves that I’m probably the biggest she’s ever had.

I move my hips, testing, and hers respond in kind. I lift out of her slowly before slamming in deep. Then I go hard. The pace I set is wild and fierce, plunging inside of her over and over. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open and I can see her breath coming in gasps. My balls are slapping against her and I love that sound—god she feels so good. Her pussy contracts, squeezing me tight, and I stop thinking. I fuck.

I’m leaning over her now and our faces are together and we’re gasping the same air and I can’t slow down. Reaching down between us, I find her clit and pinch, my fingers sliding across it because she’s so wet. Her eyes fly open and her muscles jerk and I see the moment she comes. Her arms tighten around me, holding onto me as an anchor as she shudders uncontrollably and her pussy spasms, drenching my cock with her cum.

I feel my own orgasm coming, and I spread her legs wider as I speed up. I’m slamming into her at full force and she takes all of me. The feeling hits me all at once, covering my whole body as I thrust into her and hold, my cock exploding with pleasure. It pulses through me, and I let my head fall onto her chest. She’s breathing just as hard as I am. I lick her nipple, and I hear her moan.

“Satisfied?” I manage to ask, my breath heaving.

“More than.”

I pull out of her, letting her legs down. I clean myself up before returning to the bed and letting myself down next to her. We lay together, both limp and gasping. I slip my arm around her waist and pull her close, breathing her in. I place my lips against her ear close enough that she’ll feel my breath. “You’re addicting,” I say.

“I know,” she says, and I laugh. She does too, her eyes crinkling. “You are too.”

We breathe in silence for a while. I draw tiny patterns on her skin and she closes her eyes.

“If we’re going to figure this out,” I say, “then it can’t be just this.”

Vera turns toward me, and there’s a mask of pretend devastation on her face. “You mean we can’t just continue to have amazing and shallow sex?”

It makes me laugh. I thread my fingers through her hair and pull her against me, sweeping my tongue across her lips before I kiss her. “We are not going to stop having amazing shallow sex,” I say. “I still haven’t kept my promise to make you scream my name. I will take you anywhere you let me,” I go on, pulling us closer together so she feels my body against hers, “I want to go to your garden and spread you open, fucking you on the grass. I want you to ride me until I’m soaked with you. I want to bring you to the edge as many times as I can before you come so that you have the best orgasm of your life.”

I feel her heart rate speed up against my chest and I watch the possibilities of what I’m saying form behind her eyes. I continue, “And when I finally get you into my bed, the things I’m going to do to you…”

She shivers, and not from the cold.

“But I have every intention of taking you somewhere we don’t have to hide. Where we can get to know each other, and neither of us are afraid of getting caught or the consequences.”

A smile blooms on her face. “Are you asking me on a date?”

“I am. Because I know almost nothing about you other than that you like to design houses and I can’t get enough of the way you taste.”

Something about the way her face flushes with embarrassment makes my dick twitch, and I want to flip her over and show her just how much I mean it. But I need to show her that I want more than that.

She says, “Well, I don’t know anything about you other than that I can’t stop thinking about you.” She’s silent for a moment. “You know more about me than I do about you. I haven’t even asked. I could have when we were working together yesterday and I didn’t. Guess that was pretty thoughtless.”

“That you didn’t ask for my life story?” I laugh softly. “So you didn’t predict that this would happen. Besides, that’s what first dates are for, right?”

Her fingers slide between us, down my stomach. I catch her hand because if she goes any lower my body is going to realize that the night is barely half over.

“So, when?” I ask.

“I have an interview on Thursday. I need tomorrow to prepare.”

“Friday it is,” I say. “Any food you hate?”

She shakes her head. “No, but I am partial to Italian.”

“I’ll let you know where.” I have the perfect place in mind, but maybe I can think of something else special before everything is set in stone.

“Okay.”

We breathe in silence again, and I feel Vera’s body relax further. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted. If she’s not asleep then she’s almost there. It’s time for me to go, so I slowly untangle myself from her body, and cover her with as much of the blanket as I can without disturbing her. I find my clothes and put them on.

Shit. How am I going to get out of here? If Vera’s that concerned about her family then walking out the front door isn’t the best idea I’ve had. I lean over her and press a kiss to her lips. It works, her body stirring under me. “I need to go, Vera.”

Her voice is heavy with sleep. “Why?”

“Because,” I say, laughing. “I need a shower, and I need to put my clothes on so I can come back. But how can I leave?”

She points to the window.

“Alarm?” I ask.

“I’m an architect’s daughter—disconnected that years ago.” She closes her eyes again and snuggles down in her pillow. “But I can’t believe you’re sneaking out the window.”

I kiss her one last time. “Yeah, I’m a big cliché.”

It’s not a lie, the poor guy falling for the rich girl. And I can’t say that I’m not nervous. This could all go very wrong very quickly.

The rational part of me tells me that I should shut up and enjoy the amazing sex as long as I can, damn the consequences. But for some reason this feels bigger than that. I don’t want to limit it to just sex, because I like what I see beyond that. And it’s something that hasn’t happened in a long time.

Using the tree outside her window, I manage to get out of the house. I do feel like a teenager and a total cliché, but it’s worth it.

I hope it will be worth it.

I slip off into the dark and head for home.