Things with Seth couldn’t have been better. We’d been dating for almost two months, and he was everything I’d ever wanted in a man and more. He was handsome, smart, and made me extremely happy when we were together. I was beyond ready to take that next step with him, but every time we got to that point, I pulled back. I knew I couldn’t keep putting him off, and I honestly didn’t want to. Every time he touched me, my entire body burned with need, and I wanted him—all of him. I just needed to find a way to get past my fear. I was afraid that might never happen, until the next night when he texted me.

Seth:

What are you wearing right now?

I looked down at myself and cringed. I’d come home from work and put on my comfy clothes. There was no way I was going to tell him that I was wearing my favorite pair of sweats and an old t-shirt, so I lied and said the first thing that came to my head.

Me:

A black lace nightie.

Seth:

And underneath?

Feeling bold I answered:

Me:

Nothing.

Seth:

I wish you were here with me right now.

Me:

Me too

Seth:

Then, why aren’t you?

Me:

Are you being serious right now? I thought you had to work in the morning.

Seth:

Work can wait. I’d rather spend time with you, especially in that nightie.

Me:

I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I might take advantage of you.

Seth:

I like the sound of that. How long until you can get here?

My moment of boldness faltered, and I suddenly became nervous. I wanted to take that next step more than anything, but I was worried it might ruin everything.

Me:

I don’t know.

Seth:

Remember how you said you were going after what you want?

Grace:

Are you using my words against me?

Seth:

Absolutely. Now, give us what we both want and get your sexy ass over here.

Grace:

Give me an hour.

Seth:

Take all the time you need. Just get over here.

Before I had a chance to change my mind, I took a shower and tried to fix myself up a bit, then grabbed my coat and headed for the door. As soon as I walked into the lobby of his condominium, my nerves were completely shot. Quickly giving myself a once-over in the lobby’s mirror, I groaned while tugging at the belt around my waist, cinching it tightly. I knew I wasn’t the first woman to go see her man wearing only skimpy lingerie and trench coat. I had heard plenty of stories and always marveled at how brave those women were. They’d embraced their sexuality and used it as the perfect seduction. I wanted to be like them and forget about all my insecurities and just go for it, so I decided to do just that. But when I left my apartment, wearing nothing but a short trench coat and a tiny black nightie, I quickly realized that somewhere along the line, someone failed to mention how awkward and nerve-wracking it was to go out into the world wearing so little. Every time the wind blew, not only was my derrière freezing cold, but I was terrified someone might see that I wasn’t wearing panties. I thought I would die of embarrassment, but the minute he opened the door and I saw the lust in Seth’s eyes, it was all worth it.

“You came.”

“I did.”

He reached for my hand, pulling me towards him, and after he locked the door behind us, he led me into his bedroom. He wrapped his arm around my waist as he nuzzled my neck. “I’ve thought about this moment so many times.”

“Me, too.”

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

His voice was strained and full of need, and I didn’t think it was possible for him to be any more turned on than I was. I eased up on my tiptoes, placing my mouth close to his ear as I whispered, “Tell me.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I do you.” He carefully unfastened the belt on my jacket, letting it fall open as his fingers trailed over my hips and down my back. His large hands made me feel small and delicate, like my body was made just for him. There was no hesitation in his movements. He touched me like he owned me, and I’d never felt so desirable. The heat of his breath tickled against my skin as he whispered, “You’re absolutely amazing.”

My fingers roamed over his perfectly-toned chest and wound around his neck as I pulled him even closer. “Kiss me, Seth.”

He leaned over me, and as soon as his mouth covered mine, my mind went blank. All my doubts and insecurities washed away, and I became absorbed in the moment. His tongue delved into my mouth, and a mix of whiskey and mint danced across my taste buds. As he deepened the kiss, my coat dropped to the floor, and I gasped as he took a step forward, taking me with him as he pinned me against the wall. I felt his arousal pressing against my hip, and a rush of desire flooded over me. “Tonight, I’m going to push your body to the limits in every way.”

I was overcome with the need to feel his bare skin on mine, to feel his hard body against mine, and to finally feel him inside me. Impatience took over as my hands dropped to the buttons of his shirt, hastily unbuttoning them one by one. Once I was done, I eased it off his shoulders and let it fall uselessly to the floor.

When I reached for the buckle of his pants, his fingers wrapped around my wrists, stopping me as he forced them behind my back. His mouth dropped to my neck, and he kissed and nibbled the sensitive area just below my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he growled, “It’s taking everything in me not to throw you onto that bed and bury myself inside you.”

“Please,” I pleaded. Seconds later, I was cradled in his arms as he carried me over to the edge of the bed. He carefully lowered my feet to the floor, and my entire body hummed as he reached for the strap of my nightie. He gently slipped it down over my shoulder, exposing my bare breast, and as he kissed along the curve of my neck, my entire body burned for him. I was too consumed with desire to even notice that my nightie was suddenly gone, and I was standing before him completely naked. His hands suddenly became greedy as they roamed over every inch of my body, and seconds later, I found myself lying on the bed with him hovering above me.

I gasped as he took my nipple into his mouth; his warm tongue teased me with expertise before moving to the other side. My nipples tingled, and a rush of pleasure surged throughout my body with every flick of his tongue. “Just like I thought … You are so damn perfect. Every fucking inch of you.”

Ever so slowly, he trailed a line of delicate kisses down my stomach, making me squirm with anticipation. I let my legs fall wide, giving him access to anything he wanted and closed my eyes as I waited for him touch me. My muscles tensed, and my breathing quickened as he hovered over me, using only the heat of his breath to caress me. His fingers softly caressed my inner thigh, teasing me as they drifted closer and closer, yet never actually reaching the spot I wanted most. I tried to contain myself, but it was all too much. I needed more. I needed him to touch me, and I couldn’t stand it a moment longer. My hips gyrated forward, urging him on, but the wait continued. I could feel the stubble of his day-old beard rake against my skin as he growled, “Grace.”

“Um-hmm.”

“Tell me what you want.”

He was tempting my mind while he made my body wait. I placed my hands on his head and groaned. He knew exactly what I wanted, and as I raked my fingers through his hair, I had to fight the urge to push him towards me. “You know.”

“Tell me.” He growled as he let his fingers run up my inner thighs, brushing just past my center once again, but not letting me have what he knew I desperately wanted.

“I…” His hand drifted closer, and my breath caught when I thought he was finally going to touch me, but once again, he just teased me. “Umm.”

“All you have to do is say the words.”

His hands were tormenting me, tearing away at all my inhibitions, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I want you to touch me, Seth.”

Without warning, the flat of his tongue brushed against my center, and a shock of pleasure rushed through my entire body. There was something empowering about the way he touched me—firm and demanding like a man possessed, and it felt so damn good—better than I could’ve ever dreamed. As his warm, wet mouth clamped down around me, my body went into complete sensory overload, and every nerve in my body tingled. My back arched against the bed as jolts of pleasure surged through me, and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I realized he was just getting started. My breath quickened and my pulsed raced as the heat continued to build inside of me.

“Wait … I’m …” I gasped, but he didn’t wait. Instead, his fingers drove inside me, twisting and turning as he dragged them firmly across my G-spot. With each twirl of his tongue, with each flick of his finger, he brought me closer and closer to the edge, and to my surprise, that familiar tingling sensation began to churn in my stomach. It was something I’d only felt from the intense pulsations of my vibrator. I’d all but given up on a man awarding me that same sensation, but there was no mistaking my approaching release.

“Oh, God,” I panted as his tongue raked firmly against me. I could feel the storm of pleasure brewing inside of me. My hips jerked forward as my body clenched firmly around his fingers. After a few more grazes of his tongue, my orgasm took hold—my first orgasm brought on by a man. It was mind-blowing, and my entire body started to quiver and shake uncontrollably. There was no doubt that he knew I was coming as I writhed beneath him, but he didn’t stop. My fingers tangled in his hair as I held his head shamelessly in place. He continued to tease me relentlessly, intensifying my orgasm, and I shouted out, “Seth! Oh, God! Seth.”

I was floating on the high of my release, relishing that moment of bliss, and with my eyes still closed in a haze of pleasure, I heard him say, “Better than I could’ve imagined.”

I was still fighting to catch my breath as I felt him stand over me and reach for the lamp. The light blinded me for a moment, but once my vision cleared, I was able to see him—all of him. Looking at him, with his perfectly sculpted body, made me think of that Ryan Gosling movie—the one where he’d picked up some cute redhead from a bar, and as soon as he took off his shirt, she told him he looked like he’d been photo-shopped. I suddenly understood exactly where the girl was coming from and said, “Umm … You can turn the lights off now.”

“Oh no, darlin’.” His lips curled into the sexiest smile I’d ever seen. “I missed seeing you come the first time. There’s no way in hell I’m going to miss the next.”