When Alex kissed me the world faded into a mass of nothingness.

That wicked, devilish smile lifted the corners of his mouth now. It weakened me as he claimed my lips once more, teasing my tongue with his, exploring my mouth , his hands wondering all over me.

God, could anything feel better than his kiss and his touch?

He had the ability to make me feel instant pleasure without doing very much.

His lips felt like fire on mine, scorching me and sending a blast of heat that sizzled every nerve in my body.

We kissed each other with raw hunger, tearing away at each other’s clothes until I stood before him in my little black thong and he was just in his pants.

Ripples of muscles tensed a my touch feeling more solid and hard.

When I woke up this morning, I felt excited at the thought of being with him. It was all I could think about. I hadn’t felt that kind of excitement in years and I decided that I had to push all the bad things that had happened to me right to the back of my mind.

Whatever it was I felt for Alex spoke directly to my emotions and engaged my soul.

Being with him had never felt wrong even when I’d just met him.

It always felt right.

It felt like living.

“I need you now, angel.” He groaned against a kiss he placed on my neck. “Want to suit me up?”

My ears were already ringing, but now I had to contend with the drumming of my pounding heart.

I nodded, trying not to look too eager at the chance to touch him.

He reached into his back pocket and handed me a condom packet. Magnum extra-large.

I took it, then ventured to the zipper to his pants. Once I slid that down the pants drifted down his legs revealing Calvin Kline boxers.

The sight of him stole my breath away, and the tattoos just served to make him look truly delicious.

I looked at the boxers and felt my heart flutter signaling that it was at least still working. I decided on taking the condom out first, then moved the soft cotton fabric down his waist, down his hips, away until his massive cock jutted free of restriction.

The boxers drifted down his legs and he stepped out of them.

The wicked smile on his face returned when I took hold of his length and rolled the condom down from the tip to the base of his shaft.

He reached out and played with my nipples, rolling them between his fingers and making me wetter.

“Ready to go.”

“Yes.” I answered giving him a little smile.

He turned me to face the wall and ran his fingers down my spine as he positioned me.

“Hold on tight baby.”

I tensed when he moved the side of my thong away and pressed the fat head of his cock against my core. Then slowly he made his way inside me. One inch at a time until I felt full of him, full of passion, full of what I wanted.

What I craved.

I wasn’t sure which gripped me more. That or the way that my whole body tingled from the arousal that seized it.

I gasped and reached for the edge of the wall where it curved into the corner. It felt like someone had lit a haze of fire around me, around us, but instead of being burned from the flame it was a burning of intense pleasure.

The walls of his chest hardened as he slid in deeper making him buried to the hilt. A deep growl rumbled into my ear and his hot, sexy breath caressed the skin on my neck.

More pleasure filled me when he wrapped his arm around me and placed one had over my breasts so he could squeeze me. The other hand ran down the flat surface of my stomach and back down to my waist. That was all he did but I came right there moaning into a needy orgasm. I was vaguely aware that we were in the cupboard, so I tried my best to keep my voice low.

“Scream if you want to baby. Right now is about us. No one and nothing else matters.” His voice was rough but at the same time soothing and tempting. Alluring.

My body responded to him, obeyed his touch, obeyed his words.

I thought he was all the way in, but a deeper thrust confirmed he wasn’t previously. That thrust was a direct hit to my g-spot.

I couldn’t control the cry that fell from my lips as pure pleasure took hold of me.

“That’s it, baby.” He whispered into my ear.

I contracted around him and tried to steady my breathing as he started moving his hips and pumping slowly.

Each thrust flicking the flames of passion over me.

Faster and deeper he went until I felt lost in us, and the sensation that washed over me.

In those moments I felt like I was his. I felt like I was with someone who wanted me, who desired me and I didn’t have to be anyone else besides myself.

I could just be Summer with this man. Being me was enough for him, because that was what he wanted.

Me.

His movements grew even faster, and deeper fueling me to several levels beyond reality. Beyond the line of what was real. I’d never felt like this before. I thought the first time we spent together was an experience I’d always remember but this was it. It was more than words could describe because I didn’t just feel the pleasure in my body. I felt it in my soul.

His grip tightened as he started pounding into me, he seemed to have lost his own sense of control as did I, and suddenly we moved together as if that primal attraction that connected us had evolved into raw need. His grip on me was almost painful, but I took it and just when I thought I’d collapse he paused for a second, slid out of me so that he could turn me to face him.

“I want to see your face.” He groaned, his handsome face filled with need.

I couldn’t answer. I was void of thought and words.

He plunged in again lifting my legs around his hips and holding me closer so that I wouldn’t slam into the wall.

Mindless ecstasy gripped me as he started moving inside me again, his length searing and stretching me in this position which felt more intimate.

“Alex.” I cried, my head falling back as his relentless thrusts rammed into me with feral need and hunger.

When I caught my breath I managed to focus back on him, my eyes meeting his locking in the prison of desire.

Suddenly, the woman who fought to break free inside me from all the pain, heartache and misery emerged. She emerged and I immersed myself fully in the enjoyment of him.

Suddenly, I too didn’t care where we were.

Body to body, mouth to mouth, we moved together trapped in ecstatic bliss.

He pistoned harder, his shaft slicking in and out and I met his strokes eagerly fueled by my own passion.

We were completely lost in each other by the time a supernova of an orgasm took hold of both of us. Every muscle tensed, his breath rumbled as he crossed the point of release, my body paralyzed by pleasure.

We climaxed together, bodies shuddering and shivering into the waves of ecstasy in mutual surrender.

His breath was a hot caress. I couldn’t catch mine.

I was too weak.

He enveloped me with both arms and I held him too.

Slowly he slid out of me, but he didn’t let me go. It was like he wanted to show me that he wanted me like this too.

“Let’s go home baby.” He whispered into my ear.

“Home?” I exhaled, now holding his gaze.

He smiled. “Home.”

“But work –”

“Screw it. We’re going home, I am taking you straight to my bed and we’ll be there until further notice.”

He took me straight to his bed and practically consumed me.

The day rolled passed us and the night too. I only registered that it was morning because the bright sunlight pierced through the windows and was too much for me.

Since Alex was out cold I took the chance to shower. It was seven, time to get up for work.

As much as I would have loved to stay in bed and press repeat on yesterday, I had to force myself up. It was hard to think about work when we were so wrapped up in each other, but I had a ton of work to catch up on.

I went in the shower allowing the blast of water to pour down onto my head. It was a little colder than I normally went for but it did the job of waking me up.

What was even better than the water was the warmth I felt minutes later from big strong hands that circled my waist.

I hadn’t heard Alex come in.

I turned into his embrace and gazed up at his gorgeous, gorgeous eyes.

Water ran down his handsome face which he rubbed away and ran a hand through his hair.

My eyes travelled over his perfect, naked body, lingering at the masterpiece he was.

“Forgive me. I couldn’t resist.” He cajoled. “Or, be without you. I’ll leave you alone if you want me to.”

“Don’t. I’ll miss you.”

He smiled at my answer.

Smoothing my hands up the hard walls of his chest and up to his chin, I guided him down for a kiss.

Still couldn’t get enough of his kisses.

When our lips met it was with that hunger from yesterday. I could have kissed him forever, but he stepped back and looked down at me.

“No, you always do that.” I complained.

“Summer there’ll be plenty of time to kiss me. I need an answer. I’m still waiting for you to accept my offer.”

I gasped and covered my mouth to stop myself from laughing as I realized I hadn’t exactly confirmed anything with him. We didn’t do much talking yesterday.

“I’m so sorry. Alex, I accept your offer.” I nodded feeling excitement ripple through me at the prospect of this. I felt like I was about to go on some adventure, by playing his game.

That big smile I loved settled on his face.

He turned the water down so that it was a light sprinkle.

I looked up at him and took a few seconds to marvel at how I felt and savored the sweetness of happiness that danced in my veins.

It was refreshing to feel like this.

“Fast or slow angel?” His voice brought me out of my thoughts.

I rested back against the granite walls and gazed at him. A sexy smile crept up the corners of his mouth.

“Fast or slow? What does that mean now?” I giggled.

“Do you remember how we were the night we met?”

“As if I could forget?”

He smiled tweaking my nose playfully. “Fourth rule of attraction. You have to decide your pace. So we have to pick which version of us you want us to be.”

“You made it all up, didn’t you? The rules of attraction.”

“Yes.” He looked pleased with himself. “But it’s really a thing. You’ve felt it all working so far haven’t you?”

I couldn’t deny that I had. “I have. Is there more rules?”

“Yes, but you can’t move past one rule to get to another. So pick. Fast or slow baby?”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“What’s fast?” I cooed.

A carnal, seriously sinful smile flashed over his face.

“Fast is sex.” He careered the curve of my waist and lowered to whisper into my ear. “Sex. Non. Stop. Whenever, and wherever we want , all the time.” He kissed his way down my throat and paused. “It’s fucking. It’s me indulging on your sweet pretty, pussy and giving you maximum pleasure all the time.”

Desire pooled deep inside me. His dirty words gripped me so much I could barely speak. “All the time?”

“All the time.” He confirmed.

My mouth watered at the thought of a repeat of the wild fun we had yesterday.

“Fast sounds good. I like fast.” I liked watching the dark gunmetal color fill his eyes.

“I like fast too.”

“ Is slow no sex, or sex slower?” I asked.

“Slow is this.” He pulled me closer to him and held me. “Slow is us how we are now, showering together naked but not having sex. It’s me admiring you, dying to know more about you, and guessing what your favorite things are. It’s me taking you out to dinner and you allowing me to spoil you every chance I get. And we still have sex whenever we want. We just don’t burn out as quick as fast.”

His voice faded into a hushed stillness, and the smile in his eyes burned with a sensuous flame.

The sentiment in his words moved me. I stared wordlessly up at him, not sure what to say. There were a few other times over the last few weeks when he’d said things like that, leaving me mesmerized.

“Slow sounds dangerously close to a relationship. Are you giving me a choice on whether or not we have a relationship?” I decided to tease.

I thought he would scowl at the mention, but he didn’t. Instead he gave me that magnetic look where his eyes clung to mine, analyzing and assessing me.

“It’s simply attraction.” A sinful smile danced on his lips. “Existing outside everything.”

“Can’t we have fast and slow?” I wanted both.

He narrowed his eyes as if he were considering it. “Hmmmm.”

“Maybe we could decide which days we could do fast, and which will be slow. I want both with you.” I added in a lower stilled tone.

“Both?” He continued to consider it.

“Fast is physical, and I want physical. But I want to know you. I want to know what your favorite things are too, enjoy dinner with you. I want my chance to spoil you too. And we have to dance.” I remembered the fun we had dancing at the club.

His eyes were gentle and contemplative, alive with hope and excitement.

It was how I felt too.

This was new for me. It felt good.

“Let’s do it,” his whole face spread into a smile.

I beamed up at him, and slipped my arms around his neck. “Fast and slow?”

He nodded. “Fast and slow. I hope you can keep up.”

“Worry about yourself.” I teased.

“Fuck, Summer don’t make me fast track fast.”

We both laughed.

“Ready to hear the next two rules?” he asked

“Just two, how many rules does attraction have?”

“Seven.”

“Can’t you just tell me all of them?”

“You have to wait for the last.” One thing was certain about this guy, he never ceased to amaze me or keep me fascinated with him.

“Okay I’ll play.”

“Rule five nothing else matters when we’re together. Nothing from the real world.”

“Nothing?”

“Nope. We can talk about things on or minds on a very minimal level, but not so much that it takes away from this bubble we’re creating now.”

I nodded. “I like it.’”

“Good, you’ll like rule six too. Get lost in each other until you burn out. So we escape life together. We’re exclusive to each other until the day when we can’t feel this connection anymore.”

“What if it doesn’t burn out? What if we always feel like this?” Those rules assumed an end point, but what if it never came? Surely we couldn’t just keep going, and waiting for the connection to frazzle out.

He held my gaze and really looked at me. “Then we’ll have to decide what we do next based on rule seven.”

I looked at him askance. “You have to tell me what rule seven is.” I giggled feeling the suspense killing me.

“We both have to wait. It’ll be worth it if we get there.”

“Have you ever gotten there before?” I knew that was maybe a personal question, but on account of him knowing he was the second man I’d ever been with I figured it was a good trade.

“No. Never gotten past anything more than maybe where rule two would apply.”

I bit the inside of my lip to keep from smiling, and taking some triumph in that.

“Really?”

“Yeah. So, does it sound good to you?”

“It does.”

“Come here, my lips miss you.” He crooked his finger and I moved in close again to receive his lips.

I drifted into the swirl of emotion that took me, getting lost in him and relishing how right this felt.