I can’t get enough of him. He tastes of mint and the sharp sting of expensive wine. His soft, tender lips—which are at odds with the rough feel of his jaw on my smooth skin—kiss me with a passion that steals my breath away.

As our kiss becomes more feverish, I reach for the silver buckle of his belt. His chocolate-brown gaze burns into mine as I tug on the first button of his jeans.

There is a fire in the way we stare at each other, something alien that overcomes us. It's scary but I can't stop. For just this one illicit moment we share nothing but a strong desire for each other—no links to food or the restaurant, no second doubts as to how this will affect the student-teacher/boss-worker thing . . . just us, our lips locked and hungry to explore.

Hooking a hand around the back of my slender neck, he pulls me harder onto his greedy mouth. I can just about breathe as we swirl with each other's warm tongues, but I don't care. My breasts crush against his granite-hard chest and I can feel my nipples peak beneath my flimsy work shirt.

Like a pan of water bubbling on a stove, things are heating up at speed—threating to boil over. Hot. Burning. Out of control.

Just as I tear down the full ladder of his jean buttons he reaches down for my hands and grips my wrists tight—so tight it almost hurts.

My lust-filled eyes plead with him. "Did I do something wrong?"

He studies me, his square jaw setting.

I recede slightly. Disappointment rushes through me when I think he’s changing his mind. But the feeling doesn’t last. He pulls me back to him, a frown riding across his thick brow.

"What?” I say. “Why are you looking at me like that?"

"If we do this . . ." He hesitates, his eyes shifting from mine to my chest. If we do this, I can't promise I won't stop."

I search his eyes.

"Melanie, I want you to succeed. I really do."

"I know, me too, but I—"

He places a finger on my lip, stopping me short. "If we do this it could change everything. Do you understand?"

I nod, unable to talk. I’m a prisoner to his touch. I want to draw my lips over his finger again, tempt him once more.

"You are so fucking beautiful,” he says.

My eyes stretch. The way he said that was guttural, like a growl deep from the pit of his stomach. Suddenly I feel a sense of trepidation, taking his words as a warning.

But I'm desperate.

I've been horny for months, bypassing many a man’s company in the pursuit of my career. And now here I am, with the man I've longed for, the man I've wished would burst through my bedroom TV screen and fuck me senseless. There is no way I can back out now. And there’s no way I'd want to.

"I want to kiss you again," he says in a deep, husky voice.

Slowly, he lifts his finger away from my mouth.

"What makes you think I don't want more than a kiss?" I tease, arching a brow.

There is a brief flash of understanding before he drives his tongue back into my willing mouth. He kisses me with a violence that wasn’t there before; a desperation that makes my core heat and the fine, invisible hairs on my arms prickle.

I reach back down for the buttons of his jeans and pull them apart. Taking the jeans in both hands, I pull them down as I keep my mouth married to his. I am ravaged by the need for him.

Snaking a hand underneath his cotton briefs, I soon find what I’ve been craving.

Stumbling back, I almost fall over the kitchen chair . . .

What was that I just touched?

He chuckles and walks toward me—pulling out his thick, long cock from his briefs.

My eyes are glued to the vison: nine, fuck, maybe ten-inches of steel. Veins coil around his engorged erection, the head purple and bulbous.

His cock looks so beautiful, so handsome. It’s weird. Of course I love the feel of a good hard dick inside me, but Vincent’s looks almost pretty—certainly good enough to eat.

As if possessed, I rip open my work shirt and tear away my black-lace bra. My initial inhibitions are long gone. With his stiff dick pointing toward me, I don’t want to waste a second more.

He grabs my arms with both hands and indulges in my mouth again.

I’m stuck in his grip, my hands wriggling, waiting for the chance to grab his dick and jerk him silly.

“Vincent,” I murmur in his mouth.

He ignores me, drinking my kiss in—firm, warm, intoxicating. His smell, his taste . . . his strong, iron-tight grip . . . oh my god, he could do anything he wanted with me. Play with me anyway he liked: throw me around the room like his very own sex-doll if he wished.

Already there is a wet patch in my knickers. I want them off. I want everything off.

Somehow I muster the strength to free myself from his hold and run out of the kitchen and through to the hallway.

Skidding to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, I reach for the banister and pull myself up onto the first step. I look back over my shoulder and pant. I want him to chase me, to work for it just a little more.

“Mel,” he shouts.

I giggle and dash up the stairs as he gives chase.

Making it to the top landing, I dart my head left and right just as I hear him close the gap.

By chance, I find his bedroom and freeze.

Rushing up behind me, he scoops me up into his strong arms. I kick my legs out and scream with excitement.

“Run away from me, huh?” he says with a naughty laugh.

I look deep into his eyes and screw my brow.

“Something wrong?” he asks.

“Where is your bed?”

“Ah. I’m afraid it’s just the mattress you see on the floor. I’m getting furniture for the rooms delivered out tomorrow.”

I twist my lips to the side and raise a brow.

“Problem?” he says.

“Where are we going to sleep?”

He smirks. “You think you’re going to sleep with me?”

I playfully punch him on his chest. “Stop messing.”

Walking inside the room, with me coiled up in his arms, he flings me down to the mattress like I weigh nothing. I yelp when I land. “Hey!”

“Take those pants off,” he commands.

I do a military salute. “Yes, chef, I mean . . . yes, sir.”

He sniggers and joins me on the mattress, his impressive erection still hard and glistening for me.

Unzipping my black slacks, I slowly wriggle them down my thighs but get stuck. “Help.”

Only too willing to oblige, he takes the end of each leg and drags them off my legs and past my bare little feet. The cool air makes me cross my legs and turn away from him.

Now all I’m wearing is a tiny black pair of sheer panties. They ride high against my soaked slit.

His mouth falls open as he kneels above me, examining my almost fully naked body. Suddenly I don’t feel so confident and daring. He is so sexy and commanding that I feel incredibly shy.

“You’re so hot,” he says through gritted teeth.

It’s not romantic but the way he speaks starts to have me warming up again to the madness.

“Lie back, baby. Relax for me.”

Baby? Did he just call me—?

I fling my head back and moan as he gets straight to work. His tongue dances and flicks across my bare chest. As he plants small kisses along my chest, he squeezes at my curvy hips. I sprawl my arms and legs out, making a star shape as his hot muscled body blankets me.

I gasp when he finds one of my nipples and swirls his tongue around it. It’s not long before he wraps his lips around the nub and sucks on my breast—his hand finding the other and pulling on the nipple.

My clit twitches and my pussy throbs. I take the hand that’s on my right breast and direct it down between my legs.

I want him to rub away my frustrations. I don’t want to cum so early without feeling his fingers inside me.

The master proves a good student and he slips his hand underneath my sheer panties; soon finding the seam of my moist, shaved pussy.

I buckle and moan. “Mm . . .”

“God, you feel so tight . . . so warm.”

“Oh yes . . . yes, that feels—”

I jolt as he rubs on my clit. My belly dances and my limbs tremble. The way he touches me is like no other. No other boy or man could make me feel so turned on like Vincent does. Jesus, he works my pussy even better than I do—like he knows my body in ways I’ve yet to discover.

The mattress now feels like a soft cloud that only just supports my back. I feel a long overdue orgasm fast approaching.

But I don’t want him to stop.

Not yet.

As he finger-fucks my thankful pussy, I use his hand and urge him on faster like he’s a favorite sex toy.

No.

Stop him.

I clamp my legs shut on his hand and pull myself up on the mattress. “Stop.”

His jaw hangs open.

“No, I didn’t mean—” I shake my head. “I didn’t mean stop forever. I just— take your shirt off at least. I want to see you.”

He smiles and kneels up above me, pulling his t-shirt up his torso and over his head.

My eyes almost pop out of their sockets. I saw his body already, but now I’m about to fuck this gorgeous hunk of man, he looks even more impressive somehow. Muscles on muscles, a wide chest, cut and deep abs, and that V-shape . . . oh my god, he is so ripped.

I spring up to my knees and force him down. Jumping on his lap, I straddle him.

My hands immediately reach for his hot cock and I jerk him, wrapping my tiny slender fingers over his taut shat and pulling up and down. He feels so hard that I’m not sure if I’m doing it right. It’s only when he closes his eyes and breathes heavily that I know I’m doing something to pleasure him.

I lick my lips as I look down at my handiwork.

I wonder what he tastes like . . . ?

Diving down, I run my tongue along the underside of his thick joint. He moans and grips onto my hair with both hands. I murmur as I run along the length of his cock, from base to the crown. When I find his helmet I open my mouth wide and drive down on his salty girth. I can taste his pre-cum. At first I only take in an inch of his dick—my tongue flicking and massaging then tip—before pushing down more and more until his cock hits the back of my throat.

“I’m coming,” he cries.

I pull off him and screw my brow. Already?

Red-faced, he smiles up at me. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

I go back down for more but he stops me.

I frown. “What’s wrong?”

“You want me to fuck you, yes?”

“Well yeah . . . of course.”

“Then you wouldn’t want me to cum so early. Let me find a condom from the bathroom.”

He pushes to his feet and races out of the bedroom, leaving me a writhing mess of breathless anticipation.

As he searches for a condom, I play with my clit—just to keep me nice and wet for his return!

* * *

My head spins as Vincent sheaths his magnificent cock. I can feel the blood rush straight to my head as he grabs onto my hips and yanks my body right beneath him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks softly.

I nod, biting seductively on my lower lip.

Angling his hips up to mine, he gently kisses my wet entry with the tip of his engorged length. Slowly, and with great care not to hurt me, his rock-hard dick begins to push past my fleshy guard. I screw my eyes shut as inch after glorious inch drives deeper into my hot, weeping sex.

A prolonged moan trips from my mouth as he buries his manhood deeper and deeper. There seems to be no end to his offering. The walls of my tiny pussy clamp tight to the rigid shaft of his horny cock.

Grabbing onto the curved flesh of my hips, he starts to pull back, just as slow as he entered me, before slamming right back in—faster this time, harder and with more purpose.

"You're so tight," he grunts.

My mouth falls open but nothing comes out. I'm paralyzed by the feeling of his erect manhood slowly and deeply penetrating me. I'm no stranger to sex, although it's been a long time, but the way he pulls and pushes, driving his hips right up to mine, feels like nothing I have ever experienced before.

My hands ball into fists and my toes flex and curl as I try hard to resist the impending climax that swims around in the base of my core. My effort to hold back is almost painful in its sweetness.

As I begin to purr and moan louder, feeling his balls swing and crash against my flesh as he drives in and out of my weeping flower, he moves faster. Soon he is banging in and out of me with an urgency and desperation.

"Yes," I cry. "Faster."

He obliges, pumping faster and deeper, using one hand to run small, satisfying circles over my beating clit while his other hand squeezes at the ripe globes of my firm, young breasts. My moans turn into screams as he punishes my stretched sex with cruel intentions.

Moving his hand away from my clit, he begins to fully concentrate on the motion of his dick. Every muscle in his body is pumped and primed. I can feel the head of his cock swell and I know he's not far from release.

Wanting to cum with him, I snatch his hand back and direct it to the top of my slit. He rubs at my clit more furiously now as he jams his meat in and out and over and over, until . . .

I shake uncontrollably as I feel his release fill the condom. My orgasm crashes against his dick and I scream at the top of my lungs. As my pussy clenches and spasms under the heavy weight of a dizzying climax, Vincent collapses in a sticky heap on top of me. I wrap my arms around his sweaty, muscular body and snuggle my head into his shoulder, lightly kissing his tempered skin.

I can’t wait to recharge and go for round two.

If that was just the starter, I can't imagine how delicious the main course will be!