As miserable and world-ending as I’d thought it once was, the second Lily put her hands on me, everything about the meeting with my father was forgotten. And I was hers.

Right now, as we rise to my penthouse apartment in the elevator, my senses are working in overdrive. I’m not thinking, I’m feeling. I have her permission, and stopping is not an option.

I lift the dress to her armpits, baring her cunt and her beautiful tits to me. I lean down, sucking on each of nipples in turn, listening to the small sounds of pleasure she makes as I peak each nipple to a diamond point. Then, I kneel before her, putting my hands on those full hips of hers, kissing her tight abdomen and running my tongue along that sexy belly ring in her navel.

There is a gilded bar around the perimeter of the elevator, so I lift her ass up there and wrap those long legs around my hips, running my hands up and down the length of those smooth, creamy limbs. I press her wet, hot core against my cock, wishing the fabric of my pants wasn’t separating us. I’m so hard, and when I press against her I get harder yet. God, she fits around me so perfectly, it’s unlike any feeling I’ve ever had. It’s a wonder I don’t come right now.

I lift her off the railing, cradling her ass, and she wraps her legs even more tightly around me and I carry her out the open doors. We’re devouring each other’s lips, but I don’t need to look because the only thing in my apartment I’m concerned about is my bed. When I lay her back on the king bed, the only scenery I can focus on her. The one thing in my head, right now, is getting us naked. I rip off my shirt, lower my dress pants to the ground, then climb on the bed, hovering over her. She helps to pull that dress over her head, and I slip the tie from her hair so her dark hair spills over her shoulders.

“I want to . . .” She licks her lips, picks up the band of my boxer briefs, and dips her fingers inside, lightly brushing the erectness of my cock, with just a whisper touch. “Oh, my God,” she breathes.

“Are you okay?”

“Um. Just . . . you’re huge.”

I chuckle. “I’m about average, but thanks for the extra vote of confidence.”

I know what she’s thinking. How can I fit inside her? I wrap my arms tightly around her, steadying her, and kissing her forehead. “Don’t worry. I won’t ever hurt you, Lily.”

She nods, then peeks into my boxer briefs again. “How do I . . .?”

“You’ve never touched a man’s cock before?”

She shakes her head shyly, my pristine little angel, naked and gorgeous, wanting me to show her how to please me. I don’t think I’ve ever had a more exciting moment in my life. My cock agrees, because it’s pulsating now, almost maddeningly, just aching for her touch.

“You can’t hurt me. Touch me any way you like.”

She sucks in a breath, preparing herself for this undertaking. “Okay.”

I feel a soft finger graze mushroom head, the spongy softness which gives under pressure of her fingertip. The first few strokes are light, easy, just a whisper touch. She runs her fingers lightly down the veined, thick shaft of my cock, experimenting.

“Do you want to see?” I ask. I lower the boxer briefs over my hips and ass.

“Oh!” In the dim orange light filtering in from the one lamp in my room, she studies it, drawing a lip behind her teeth. Her fingers never leave it. She trails her fingers up and down, leaving not an inch untouched. Her touch is electric, shooting right up through my center.

I let out a ragged breath as she, emboldened now, grabs his thick shaft and then runs her finger over the tip. She leaves her finger there for a moment, studying it, almost scientifically, all the while licking those lips of hers. When her hand cups my balls, a small groan escapes my mouth. Hell, yes. That’s too good.

“Is this okay?”

I nod. “Beyond that.”

She bites her lip as I nudge my boxer briefs down to my knees. Her eyes find mine in the darkness as she kneels before me, still playing with my balls. “I love your cock, Max. Do you want me to put my mouth on it?”

Goddamn. “Yes.” My voice is strangled as I straddle the line between sanity and sheer madness.

She lifts the weight of my cock, feeling it in her hand, and leans forward. She touches her tongue to the very tip of my cock, which is enough to tear a groan of pleasure from my throat. Her tongue a white-hot, electric spear, she flicks her tongue just over the top at first, then trails her downward, over the mushroom head, leaving not a bit of spongy flesh unexplored.

One thought occurs to me, then: There is no way in hell that this is her first time. It can’t possibly be.

She licks on, travelling down the length of me, until I can’t help it. I let out a tortured moan and my head falls back against the pillow, so I’m gazing at the ceiling. I close my eyes. I had wanted to watch her first explorations, but this is too much.

Now, all I can do is feel.

I thread my fingers through her hair and groan as she takes the whole head into her mouth, surrounding me fully. She flicks her tongue over the surface in quick, circular motions. I’m beyond hard now, like a rock, and even though she’d though I was huge, it’s clearly no deterrent to her. Suddenly, she opens her mouth and sucks down, far, far, far, until I must be scraping the back of her throat.

“God, that’s phenomenal. Just like that,” I murmur, pushing her head back down when she comes up.

But something tells me that I don’t need to put in the effort. She may be a virgin, but she’s born for this. She sucks me in, deeper still, the next time, and again, until my cock is pulsating and begging for release.

I let her throat me again, deeply, one more time, my cock pulsating between her lips. Her lips make a smacking noise as I pull her off of me, letting my cock fall on my abdomen. Her eyes are wide. “Was it okay?”

I chuckle. “Beyond okay. But if you sucked me once more, I was going to come.”

She blinks. I can see that she doesn’t believe she has the power to turn men on. But she does. Goddamn, she has more power than she knows. “Oh.”

“Come here,” I tell her.

She does. She slinks up to me, hovering over my body so that her tits hand down, nipples grazing my chest. I take one of them in my hand, running a finger over the nipple. “You’re so gorgeous,” I say, my cock hard between us. I kiss her cheek, take her earlobe into my mouth, sucking on it. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Oh. Yes,” she says shakily.

“Are you sure?”

She nods. “More than anything.”

“All right.” Taking a breath, I lift her carefully, positioning her back on the mattress. I roll over her, poising myself over her, resting on one forearm as I kiss her deeply. I kneel between her legs, applying light pressure with my hands, so that she is slowly spread open to me. I had two fingers in her before, and I know she’s ready for a little more. I position myself at her entrance, just inches from euphoria. I can’t wait any longer.

I press forward, just the slightest bit.

And she welcomes me. I feel her stretching around me, slowly, as I move in, inch by agonizing inch, my eyes locked on hers.

“I’m not hurting you?” I murmur, finding myself in the tightest, most perfect place I’ve ever been. Oh, fucking god, this is good.

“No. Oh, no,” she whispers, her hot, damp skin against mine. “I love this. I love being like this with you.”

And then I’m in, buried completely inside her. My forehead falls against hers, and as I lie there, motionless, our hearts beating in sync, I know I’ve never felt anything like this before. “Goddamn, Lily. You’re sublime.”

“Is that . . . all of you?” she asks.

I let out a tortured laugh. “Yes.”

“Oh, my gosh,” she whispers.

“It’s okay? It’s not hurting?”

“No,” she whispers, her voice an octave higher with excitement. “It’s amazing. You feel so good inside me.”

I lower my mouth against hers and kiss her, hot and urgent. Her hand trails down the curve of my back, cupping my ass, and I feel a tremor between us. I can’t be sure where it starts, because we’re one, now.

“I’m . . . God,” I start, unable to fully describe this feeling. All the women I’ve been with . . . it’s like I’ve been searching for this fit, all the time. The woman who would fit my Cinderella’s slipper. “You were made for me, you know that? I don’t want to move ever again because you fit me so well.”

She lets out a giggle. “Then don’t.”

I don’t know how long we stay there, eyes locked, hips flush, hearts beating together. This moment is frozen in eternity, one I’ll sure as hell never forget. It’s too damn good.

I slowly pull out in a slick, frictionless slide. My cock leaving her, coming out halfway, creates an emptiness that can only fill me in one way. Her delicate hand gently nudges my ass back, and I can’t contain it. I suddenly thrust into her, forcing a moan out of her throat.

“Oh,” she moans. “Oh, fuck.”

I love it when she talks dirty like that. I’m moaning in pleasure, too, in chorus with her, a sound that only makes me want to keep this going. My next thrust makes her pussy clench in pleasure, and the next time, she rocks in rhythm with me, getting the hang of it, meeting each thrust with her own.

“You’re still good, right?”

She nods. “Oh my God, Max. Don’t stop.”

And I don’t. I keep it going, heart against heart, tongue working in chorus with hers, until we are only one being, two halves of a whole, working in perfect synchronicity. The buzzing in my body builds and builds to a world-shattering crescendo, and I want to scream and cry and thank God for this feeling, all at once.

Suddenly, I feel her tense, and she lets out another moan. “I think I’m . . . oh, god, Max.”

I thrust again and again, moaning more as I kiss her, halting and stuttering, losing the rhythm, finding it again, and I’m close. “You feel like heaven. I’m sorry. I can’t hold it much longer. I’m going to come.”

“It’s okay,” she says, sinking her teeth into my shoulder. “I’m . . . I’m coming, too. Oh god!”

That’s all I need to hear. When I explode into her, I can’t help but toss my head back and let out a muffled scream. My mouth finds her throat, sucking on it, devouring her down to her tits as I come, in smooth, swift waves, our bodies trembling together.

We lie there for a while, panting and together as one, as I rest my forehead on her shoulder. Then I slowly slide out, and crawl next to me. “Lily.” I whisper her name, over and over again, seeking out her eyes in the dim light. “Lily. Lily.”

“I love you,” she whispers earnestly as she wraps her arms around me. “I don’t care if you don’t, or can’t. But I do. And I want you to know that. I wouldn’t have done this if I didn’t.”

And then I do the dick thing, the only thing I can do. I nod at her, speechless. Because I’ve fucked hundreds of women and never felt a single thing afterward.

But this? This is uncharted territory for me.

I don’t know what it is, but it’s not nothing. It might even be love.