“How do you feel?” asked the tiny Aphrodite in my arms. I’d disposed of the condom and returned to her bed, pulling the sheet over both of us, even though we didn’t need it on this summer night.

How did I feel?

I’d lost my virginity to the girl of my dreams.

“I feel fucking fantastic.”

I pulled her over me so she straddled my waist, naked, a bird with hollow bones, so delicate and light. Her shiny white-golden hair crowned her head, the queen of the fairy princesses.

She folded around me like a human envelope, with her arms around my neck. A Dani-wrapped package. I buried my face in her spun-sugar cloud of hair. As always, she smelled like spices—whatever it was they put in chai tea.

Snuggling in close to me, she sucked on my neck, making my dick twitch. If she kept that up, I’d be ready to go again pronto. “I bet you feel like you’ve been washed clean.”

“Yeah.”

“Like there was a trash heap of junk in your brain, and a torrent of clean, clear water swept it all away. Now there is only clean beach. What’s supposed to be there.”

Running my fingers down her back, and then palming her yoga-toned ass with both hands, enjoying her chest pressed to mine, I said, “I’ve never felt happier.”

“Yay,” she whispered. “How’s your body? Want some water?”

“No. Do you want any?”

“Maybe in a little bit.”

I pulled her to me and kissed her, slow, deep, sleepy. “All I want is you.”

Out in the night, a group walking by drunkenly sang in Spanish at the top of their lungs, their voices drifting through the open windows. A cheerful noise.

“That’s the best part about Spain,” she said. “People really enjoy life here.”

“Seems like it.”

I flipped us over, cradled the back of her neck with one hand, and propped myself up on my other elbow. Parting her legs so I could settle in, she messed with my hair, pulling the back of it, running her fingernails through it gently. Giving me a head massage.

This girl. What did I do to deserve her? One thing was bugging me, though.

“You have to know. This wasn’t what I planned on for our first time. For my first time. In my head, I had it all orderly. I’d take you to dinner and buy you flowers. Make it super romantic. Freaking out on your couch wasn’t part of the scenario. I mean, I’m not complaining. But it’s taking me a moment to process what we just did.”

She giggled. “Well, you did buy me flowers.”

“True.” I pressed my lips to hers. “Are white daisies still your favorites?”

“Yeah.” She pointed to a daisy chain inked down her side. “You know me.” I hugged her as she continued. “Sometimes we can’t plan. Sometimes we just have to go with the flow.”

There’s my Dani.

“But,” she said thoughtfully. “There isn’t anything wrong with planning for something awesome. Let’s go away one weekend. You and me. There’s this yoga retreat I had my eye on. Maybe it would be a good way for you to try it.”

“Absolutely, yes.”

She traced my “army of one” tattoo on the inside of my bicep. “Tell me about your tats.”

“That one is my military tattoo, obviously.” I pointed to the other arm, which had a nature tapestry as a half-sleeve. “These roses are for my grandma. These trees are for my family. This stream is for Degan. And this daisy and butterfly is for you.”

Her body froze. “You got me tattooed on you?”

“A very long time ago. No one had to know it was for you, but I wanted—”

Blue eyes grew wide and misty. “Shh. Stop talking.”

I smiled and traced her nose with my fingertip. “Yes, professor.”

“You so are not a fuck boy, Trent Milner.”

I squeezed her. “’Preciate that.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

With that, my heart soared up. This—me and her—meant something. That was what I needed: to mean something.

She sprawled on me like she was an afghan, listening to the night noises. After a moment, she stirred, got up, and lit a new stick of incense. “Let me be the big spoon.”

“Okay.”

With a peaceful sigh, she crawled behind me and snuggled up. At a languid, exploratory pace, her hands grazed over my chest. Circling my nipples, she made them hard. Her lips pressed against the back of my neck, and the shaved hairs of my head stood on end.

Slowly, little by little, her hands found their way down my front to my cock. The an-ti-ci-pa-tion set off all my nerve endings, quickening my breath and making me hypersensitive to her touch.

After what seemed like decades, she reached my balls and fondled them, caressing them with her delicate hands, massaging them carefully. Contentment spread throughout my body. My happy dick reacted quickly to the attention by lengthening.

Then my girl started stroking my dick with more determination, reaching around from behind. Sucking my shoulder, jacking my cock, she said, “I cannot believe you had all this goodness hidden in your pants the whole time.”

I shrugged sheepishly. “I can’t help that.”

“I plan on enjoying it every chance I get.”

“Please do.”

She wiggled behind me, her soft skin grazing against mine. And I could tell she was getting aroused by the way she moved, the way she rubbed against me. The way she smelled unmistakably like musk. Sex.

With her arm propped over my waist, she palmed my now-hard dick.

“Are you sore?” I wasn’t, but I wanted to check.

Her face nudged deeper in my neck and she kissed it. “No.”

I groaned. “Keep this up, and I’ll go again.”

More open-mouthed kisses on my neck while she kept stroking. “Good.”

I reached behind me and pulled her over my side while I twisted onto my back so she straddled me, my hard cock under her, her tattooed torso above.

Best. View. Ever.

Of the most amazing woman ever. Seriously, I needed to pinch myself that this was happening. That we were naked, in her bed. The only one I ever wanted was the only one I got.

But she didn’t leave me alone. She lifted herself up and skimmed her pussy along my cock, unhurried, back and forth, back and forth, her eyes closed with catlike satisfaction, losing herself in the feeling.

I grasped her waist gently, to hold her still. “Let me get the condom.” I shook my head, sheepishly. “Another expired condom. Better than nothing.”

Leaning down, cupping my face in her hands, she spoke softly. “Trent. We don’t need it. I haven’t been with anyone since I last got tested, and I was clean.”

“You know I’m clean,” I muttered.

“If you trust me, I trust you.”

I gulped. What would that feel like? “I trust you.”

“Then I’m yours.”

My pulse raced, so excited that we got to do this again. This tiny sprite in my bed was mine to satisfy. It would be my mission to satisfy her as much as she wanted, whenever she wanted.

With an arm hooked around her back, I carefully laid her on her back and traced my finger up one thigh and down the other. Then back again. And my fingers got coated in her arousal.

I bent down and licked her pussy, and she squirmed under me.

Her sweet, hot self made me lose my mind. As I rubbed her with my tongue, her clit got tighter, harder. I rubbed below it with my finger, gently, then more insistently, then I slipped one inside her.

Massaging her on the inside while I caressed her on the outside, paying attention to every whimper, every movement. If she seemed to like it, I stayed and did it again. And again. And again, again, until I felt her tighten on my face and my hand and wail out, then shatter on the bed.

Then I licked my way up her torso. In her belly button. Along her rib cage. To her nipples. First one, then the other.

“I love that. You can make me come like that.” She said it as if she were telling me a secret.

“I can?”

She smiled and nodded.

I widened my tongue and lapped one nipple while my hand circled the others.

Then I slipped my hand down between my legs. I kept licking and sucking on her nipples while I nuzzled her pussy with my finger, eager to make her explode again.

Twitching one way, then another, her head started whipping back and forth on the bed, and as I kept going, her little body shook yet again.

“So good,” she gasped, and smiled. “But I need you inside.”

What would it feel like to be inside her with nothing separating us? Not even a flimsy piece of latex.

She looked so beautiful in her bed. Toned arms spread wide. Lips parted. Eyes unfocused. That hair spread everywhere. And her smile.

My heart couldn’t handle it.

I positioned my cock at her entrance and held my breath.

This was it.

I’m claiming her.

As I pressed in, her heat clamped around me. My legs weighed nothing at all. My arms, light. The only thing that existed was the tingling bond between us.

As slowly as I could go, as carefully as I could do it, I loved her with my cock. Feeling every part of her. Letting her know that as much as she was mine, I was hers.

I leaned down and kissed her. Our heartbeats joined together. I hungered for her lips, which she gave to me freely. I kissed her deeply, wishing I could convey everything I felt about her. Everything that I thought.

At the same time, I reached down and circled her clit as I held myself above her with one elbow. She needed to enjoy this. Her pleasure mattered more than mine.

I kept going, thrusting, paying attention. She ran her hands down my back, her nails gripping into me.

Fuck, that was sexy.

“Do that in my hair,” I whispered.

Instantly, her nails scrubbed my hair, so sensitive, so sexual. I kept stroking her clit, and her nub got harder, wetter, then her eyes slacked and her lips parted as she gripped my head.

I saw it when her orgasm hit her. Her eyes sprung open and she tensed, then moaned so beautifully.

Still, I kept thrusting, my cock going in and out, my finger working her, determined that she should prolong it, get as much as she could.

When she came down from her high, she gave me a shy smile. I flipped us over so I was on my back and she was on top of me. “Ride me.”

She positioned herself over me, then sunk down.

“My body is yours. All of me is yours. Do with it as you wish.”

My heart sped up, and I panted, watching her head thrown back, her fingers on her nipple, as she guided herself up and down me. That wild hair went everywhere. She licked her finger, sliding it down her front until she reached her clit. With one hand on her nipple and the other on her clit, my girl got herself off. I grabbed her ass, letting her guide the tempo, I just wanted to feel her work me over.

And work me over she did. My cock strained inside her, but I fought it off. My balls jerked up, wanting to explode.

No.

Keep it going.

I knifed up so that we were nose to nose and kissed her—tongues touching, lips fused, breath coming out faster and faster as she moved up and down me.

“You got any more in you?” I asked against her mouth.

“Yeah.”

“Keep doing whatever you need, babe. You have no idea how much I love watching you get off.”

Love watching her, period.

“We are spiritual beings, trapped in physical bodies,” she gasped out, bouncing on my cock, her little nipples going up and down. “And as spiritual beings, we want to have these physical experiences. The agony and the ecstasy. And with this connection, oh fuckkkk—”

Her eyes darted open and then clamped shut and she shook, her finger rapidly circling her tit and her clit.

I loved all her hippie-girl talk, but I loved it more when she forgot it.

The orgasm rippled through her body like the air around an engine, making her shimmer.

When she finished, I gently pressed her back into the bed and took over. I knew she said we’d have more chances together, but I wasn’t gonna waste any moment I had with her. I wanted her to know she was mine. I wanted her to feel me tomorrow. To know that no one cared about her as much as I did, and the only way I knew how to tell her was to show her with my body while worshiping every part of it I could.

My dick got impossibly long and hard, sliding in and out of her, so slick, so wet. And I knew, I just knew, I was gonna—

Come.

Boom.

Milking into her, I let go. Now it was my turn to be overtaken, my reaction setting off waves and waves of mind-blowing pleasure.

I gasped out my release, then fell onto her. She wrapped her legs around my waist.

When I settled down, she curled into me and I played with her hair. “I could get used to this,” I said.

“Me too.”

* * *

In the morning, I woke up, wrapped in a naked Dani sandwich again, her legs around mine, her arms over my chest. I’ve never seen a prettier sight than her blinking blue eyes saying, “Good morning, baby,” as she squeezed me tight.

I stayed the rest of the weekend.

* * *

When I left Monday morning, to go grab clean clothes for class, I stepped out onto the street and ran into Gustavo.

“Hey,” he said. “It’s James Dean.” He held out his arms, friendly.

That earned him a chin lift. “Hey Tavo. Where are you going?”

“Meeting Sergio for desayuno. Do you want to come?”

“No. I need to go get changed.”

His eyes lingered on my unshaved face. “The profesora lives here, no?”

I didn’t answer. But that was all the answer he needed. Goddamn it, I thought he was cool. Was he the kind to rat us out?

A wide smile spread across his face. “You are the teacher’s pet.”

Shaking my head, and narrowing my eyebrows, I pressed my lips together. “How do you know what that means?”

“I watch the movies,” he replied. “I learn the idiomatic phrases. I see you in class. Adios, amigo.”

“Adios,” I said, my stomach dropping to my toes.

Shit.