I’m filled with lust and overwhelming desire. I dare say if I looked in a mirror, I wouldn’t recognize myself.

Gazing up at him and those brown eyes as they sparkle in even the dim light of the hallway, I pull myself up to his lips to kiss him. As it always has been, it’s like a charge of electricity surges through my body.

David stops walking, his lips locked on mine as he holds my upper body tightly while he lets my legs down easy. In a rush, I find myself pushed up against the wall, and the kiss deepens. His hands work their way to the bottom of my blouse, and they snake under the fabric. The touch of his hands on my skin stokes the fire within, seemingly within us both. In one swift movement, David grabs the fabric and lifts it overhead breaking our kiss.

I’m left panting, breathless from that kiss, and now, half-naked in his hallway.

I’m turned on more than I can process. I can practically feel his eyes on my skin as they take in my simple, lace-trimmed bra. Wondering myself what lies beneath his shirt, I step forward and slowly untuck the black knit fabric then push it up to his shoulders. David grabs the bunched-up fabric and pulls it over his head and drops it to the floor where it joins my shirt.

Even in the dimly lit hallway, I can see that his chest is a work of art as I knew it would be. Hard planes across his upper body, rippled abs on his core, and bulging biceps all speak of the hours he must spend in the gym. I’d already gotten quite a view of his calves on the boat and can only wonder what his thighs and ass must look like—

And then there’s his cock.

If the rest of his body is any indication, it’s all beautiful.

Involuntarily, I lick my lower lip, and David pounces pinning me to the wall again, pressing that cock I was just imagining into me.

God, I feel like a hussy. I want him so badly.

The small mewl that comes out of my throat seems to drive him wild, and he wraps his hand around the back of my head, fisting the ponytail that still hangs in place. His fingers fumble with the elastic, but he slowly manipulates it and pulls my hair free from the confines. He pulls back and watches as he fluffs my thick hair around my face and shoulders.

He breathes slowly before cupping my face and kissing me again, not letting go as he starts walking backward gently pulling me as he leads. It all feels like a movie or a dream, one I never want to end.

David stops abruptly, and I bump into him. I glance and see we’ve backed into a door. He reaches behind him and unlatches it, then pushes that door wide open behind him and escorts the two of us inside.

The room is magnificent. The wall of windows that graces the rest of the water side of the apartment continues here, and the moon reflecting off of Lake Michigan illuminates the room which features bright white linens and dark woods.

He walks me to the foot of the bed and then stops. He stands back and looks over my body as I stand there in my white satin and lace bra and red shorts awash in the moonlight. I watch his reaction carefully trying to figure out what he’s thinking. Am I good enough? I’m not curvy. I don’t work out or take fancy classes to tone my body. I’m just about to cover my mid-section with my arms when he starts to walk slowly until he’s standing behind me.

He pulls the curtain of my hair from the right side, draping the strands all over my left shoulder. He kisses my exposed shoulder as his hands slip in front of me, first caressing my belly then sliding up to my breasts. He rakes his fingernails over my breasts catching on my already turgid nipples causing a vibrating energy to course through my body. His lips don’t stop devouring my shoulder and neck as he pulls the cups of my bra down, exposing and pushing up my modest mounds. His hands cover my bare breasts, testing the softness of the skin, and zeroing in on the contrasting rippled skin of the areola and nipples. He explores my nipples by gently pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. I gasp and moan at the sensation that has been so different from his soft touches.

My hands fly to his, holding them there, willing him not to stop. His kisses reach my ear, and he whispers, “Do you like that?”

“Uh-huh,” is all I can utter to let him know that I do.

He sucks on my earlobe and continues to fondle my breasts, and I’m feeling like I might come if he doesn’t stop soon.

Maybe he senses that because his fingers cease with the pinching and pulling, and he covers my breasts with his hands again, gently caressing the skin. His kisses start to pull from my neck and are being scattered across the top of my back and down my spine. The kisses stop at where my bra strap is latched, and he lets go of my breasts to expertly undo the clasp. Tracing the shoulder straps with a delicate finger, they slip under the narrow fabric when he gets to the tops of my shoulders and with torturously slow movements, he lowers the straps over and down my arms until my bra falls to the floor. David steps up close behind me, his hands again latching to my breasts as he pulls me to him, his bare chest to my bare back. He looks down and then kisses my jaw until he’s back at my ear sucking on my earlobe.

His hands slowly leave my breasts, and David walks around to stand in front of me again.

I’m fearful of what he thinks having no doubt that he’s been with many women before me. Women with much bigger chests than mine. I start to cover myself. My boobs looked great in that bra. The bra gave me a lift and made what little I have look like more.

“I do believe that you have the world’s most perfect breasts,” he whispers before he leans forward and latches a mouth onto my left nipple, swirling his tongue around the pebbled skin. He sinks to his knees, planting kisses as he lowers to my waist. Slowly sliding his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, he slips the button from its hole then he slides the pull on the zipper down. He’s doing all these things so slowly I think I may lose my mind.

I want to reach down and shove my shorts off and pull him onto the bed, but then he kisses my stomach with his fingers holding my hips tight. My legs start to shake.

It’s like he’s worshiping me.

Me!

My hands float to his head, and I curl my fingers through his silky, dirty blond hair. That small action triggers something in him because he decides that my shorts must come off, and in a swift movement, my shorts and panties are removed, and my ass is bare, not to mention my girlie parts… just inches from his mouth. He starts alternatively planting kisses and running the very tip of his tongue across my lower belly snaking his way down to the soft patch of coppery curls covering my mound as his hands slide up my legs until they reach my butt, and he holds me to him.

His tongue slips out and wiggles to find my sensitive bud, and my knees nearly give out. He looks up at me, his sinfully dark eyes glistening, and a sexy smile graces his mouth.

“I must have done something so very right to have you,” kiss “here,” kiss “with me,” kiss “like this,” kiss “now.”

I’m speechless.

He stands and kisses my mouth solidly stealing the breath from me—erasing the world around us.

Again, he scoops me into his arms and carries me to his bed laying me down before him.

There I lay, his eyes scanning every inch of me. A naked me. It was one thing when I had clothes on, or even just my bra. But to be totally exposed, and his eyes making a meal of me, is another thing altogether. My breath races, and I cannot control it. I don’t know if it’s because I’m lying on a bed that smells exactly like David, or because again I can feel his eyes on me. He watches my chest with my modest breasts as my nipples strain for his touch. My insides clench and stir… my girly parts tingle. I cannot wait to be with David to feel him inside of me. I’m taken aback that I’ve never really felt that way with any guy I’ve been with. Sex was more for them. David is making this a whole new ballgame.

As David’s eyes rake over me, taking in every inch, I watch him—all parts of him. I want him so badly, I ache. With the moonlight pouring in from the wall of windows, I take my time looking him over like he is doing with me. I take in his heaving chest and rippled abs. I’m enthralled by the small smattering of chest hair he has, and I ache to touch it. I want to feel it as he presses his naked body into me.

But he’s not naked. Not fully. Not yet. I look down to his perfectly cut V and the golden trail of hair that disappears into his pants. David, taking note of what my eyes are taking in, undoes the button and zipper then tucks his thumbs into the waistband, and he slides the jeans down making quite a show of releasing his cock. On other men, the act might seem conceited. Where David is concerned, the act seems simply confident and seductive.

He takes a step toward me, but I’m not done. His body, his gorgeous body, there in the moonlight, is like a sculpture that belongs in the art museum. “Wait,” I murmur. “It’s my turn to look."

A sheepish smile curls his lips up at the corners as I peruse every inch of his form. His defined pecs. His sculpted arms. His washboard abs. The V. And, oh my stars, his penis. It’s gorgeous! Can I say that? And larger than I expected. Thicker. Longer.

“Want to see my back, too?” he asks, probably joking.

I nod, my mouth already salivating over what I’ve seen.

He laughs lightly, and I watch as his strong, lean legs take a step as he turns and shows me his backside. From his broad shoulders to his narrow hips, his back is perfect. And now, I’m not really one to swear, but fuck! his ass is unrivaled!

David looks over his shoulder and says, “Are you done? Because if I can’t get my hands back on you in three seconds, I may lose my mind.”

I grin and bite my lip, giving him a slight nod.

In a flash, he’s straddling me and bracing himself on his elbows as he cradles my head in his hands, kissing me deeply and rubbing his body up and down mine. The full body contact of skin is sensory overload from the soft hairs on his chest to his hot cock nestled between my legs.

David slides down my body, kissing every inch along the way. He finally is back at the apex of my thighs, and he eases my legs open. I’ve never been so exposed as David surveys what’s before him, leaving me writhing and moaning, completely unable to control my response.

At the same time, I’m scared out of my mind. Usually, the attention isn’t so focused on me. It’s always been about the guy getting his rocks off.

The attention, the vulnerability, the sensations—it’s all so overpowering as his tongue flicks at my bundle of nerves. I’m riding so high on the verge of release, but I’m not given the satisfaction. Instead, David continues keeping me on the edge, delirious, and dizzy.

I mutter something, beg really, but I’m not even sure what I’ve said as shocks start to course through me. I’m ready to lose my mind and desperate to come. However, David has other ideas. He leaves my epicenter and licks and nips at my inner thighs. He kisses my lower belly. His hands slide everywhere they can reach from my breasts down to my calves. Then he resumes languidly tonguing me, at times licking me like an ice cream cone in the August heat, and other times sucking on my sensitive bud like it’s an everlasting gobstopper with so many other techniques in between. When he slips a finger inside of me, I feel myself clench down on him, and he gasps.

“Mmm,” he moans, the vibrations ripping through me are nearly my undoing.

I tilt my hips rhythmically, fucking his finger, but he puts a stop to that with a large hand splayed on my lower belly holding me still. His fingers go to work furiously inside of me, and his thumb presses onto my clit in small circles with one hand while I’m pinned with the other.

And then, the dam breaks. I shatter. I feel my body trembling, my mind exploding as an orgasm like no other ravages my body.

I’m lost—gone. I’m not Crystal. I’m not Talia.

I’m David’s.

“You are amazing. That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I whisper in her ear as she starts to return to her body.

She looks at me, her clear blue eyes appearing darker in the aftermath of that orgasm.

“Your turn,” she says, a wicked glint in her eye as she pushes me onto my back and kisses me.

Good God in Heaven, give me restraint.

Playfully, she kisses and nips my neck and over my chest, her soft reddish-brown hair dragging over my skin. Her delicate lips clamp over my nipple, and she flicks at it with her tongue causing a ripple of shocks to radiate through my body. One of her hands snakes lower, and she curls her fingers dragging her nails up my body. I grip at the bedsheets so I don’t grab her head and shove her over my dick, so I can feel that perfect mouth on my desperate cock.

I look down at her as I feel her tongue dragging over my chest and start to move downward. When she glances up at me, I almost come.

Not wanting to end things early, I squeeze my eyes shut and think about spreadsheets and mergers. I think about sailing knots and lacrosse strategies. But all those ideas fly out of my mind as I feel her small hand wrap around my shaft. My eyes fly open, and I look down. The sight of those tiny fingers wrapped around my thickness and riding up and down avoiding the crown of my dick, makes me moan. I bite my lip, so I don’t cry out.

She leans over me and tilts her head sideways then drags her tongue up to the ridge of the head of my cock and back down. Her hair is blocking some of the view, so I reach down and brush her hair to one side for the most erotic show unfolding just for me.

She gently takes hold of my shaft again as she finally runs her tongue over and around the head of my pulsing cock. When the head disappears into her sweet, hot mouth, I thread my fingers in her hair and grip it, not to shove her down on me, but to keep her from taking things too quickly. I’m doing all I can to keep from exploding, and if she moves much more quickly, I’m going to lose the battle.

She looks up at me and gives a small smile around my erection, her eyes shining brightly, and she lowers her head and takes more of me in. She doesn’t get too far, but supplements with her hand and starts to slowly move up and down. Her hand… her mouth… twisting and swirling. She starts to pick up the pace, and I can’t take it any longer, but I don’t want to go off like this. Not in her mouth. I want my dick deep inside of her. I want to make her come again, and I want to be there with her.

“Hey, hey, hey,” I hush, pulling her off me as gently as I can when I really want to flip her onto her back and thrust into her until I’m balls deep.

Instead, I reach down and pull her up and roll her onto her back and straddle myself over her. The expression on her face is wild and hungry, her lips are swollen and red. Calm down, David, I warn myself. I lean over her and cradle her head in my hands. “That sweet mouth is gonna end this way too quickly. We have time. I want to make this last as long as I can.”

Her breath hitches then picks up a rapid pace sounding desperate.

I lean down to her heaving chest and place a kiss just between her breasts then trail kisses up to her neck then over to her ear. I need to slow this down.

Her hands grasp at my back, and her body writhes and stretches under me and is tantamount to torture—delicious torture—and I’m enjoying doing the same to her. I point my tongue and trace the top curve of her ear until I get to the soft, fleshy lobe and put it into my mouth dragging my teeth down, releasing it. I’m rewarded with her whimpers and more restrained wiggling between my legs.

My lips return to her kiss, and I claim that mewling mouth. She returns my kisses, then whispers against my mouth, “Please. I need you.”

I pull back and search her eyes. I can see the need. My dick throbs hungrily.

Quickly, I reach for the condoms in my side drawer. I can’t get her pregnant, but she doesn’t need to know that right now. Besides, I don’t know her sexual history nor does she know mine. I pull out a foil packet. For a moment, I contemplate grabbing two and using them both to dull the sensations, fearful of coming the second I’m inside of her.

I tear open the package and ‘standing’ up on my knees, I roll the latex over me as Talia watches every moment. Fuck!

Once the condom is all the way on, Talia spreads her legs for me. In a shot, I’m between her legs and leaning over her, kissing her deeply, hoping that I can convey just how very much she means to me. Can a kiss say, ‘You mean the world to me?’ And is that possible after just a few days of knowing someone?

She wraps her legs around my hips and her arms around my torso, and her hips come up to mine. She rubs herself on my impossibly stiff dick, and I lose control.

I reach down and line myself up then pull my mouth from hers. I want to watch her face as I enter her. Our eyes lock, and I press forward looking for any sign that I’m hurting her.

After the head is in, she gasps. “Are you okay?” I ask. I’m not being boastful, but I know that I’m not ‘average’ in size.

“Y-yeah,” she mutters. “Please. Keep going.”

With every molecule of restraint I can muster, I continue as slowly as I can letting her get accustomed to my size.

Her ‘ahhh’s and ‘oooh’s with her eyes rolling back in her head has me at my wits’ end. I pull back and watch where we’re connected, her pussy stretched and hugging me. That wasn’t the right thing to do because now I’m done for. I fix my eyes on her face and thrust forward, faster than before, claiming her as mine.

“Nnnggg,” she groans.

“I’m sorry. I—”

“You’re good. Sooo goood. Oh please, so good.”

I swear I can feel her clenching all around me. I’m afraid to move, but I can’t stay still, and knowing she’s okay, I drop my head next to hers, and my hips pull back and push in again and again. She feels so perfect as though she were made for me. This is what it’s like. And I know right then that I will never let her go.

She meets me thrust for thrust with her legs around my hips and her hands on my back. Small noises escape her mouth spurring me onward. My balls are pulled up tightly, long ready for release.

“How close are you?” I ask.

“Aaahhh… sooo… sooo,” she gasps.

I maneuver myself so that I’m up on my knees and thrusting in. This is a show I don’t want to miss. I must see her come again. With me inside of her. Claiming her as mine. Forever.

With every thrust, her perfect breasts jostle, and I’m trying to hold on until she starts her climax. I reach down and circle her slippery bud with my thumb, and like a button, she explodes on me, and I let go, pumping my release into her.

It’s the longest orgasm of my life, and only made more intense by her incredible pussy gripping around me, repeatedly. I feel like I’m going to overfill the condom.

I collapse on top of her, our bodies both covered in a layer of perspiration. Once we’ve gained our breath a bit, I carefully pull out of her and remove the condom, tying it off before tossing it into the trash can next to my bed.

I curl myself around her, never wanting to let go. She is it for me. She’s the one. I don’t care what she’s hiding.

We’re quiet for a while. I’m trying to figure out what to say to her to tell her how much she already means to me even though it’s been such a short period of time that I’ve known her, but at the same time, I don’t want to scare her and send her running for the hills. She’s young yet.

I think she’s asleep when she says quietly, “You’ve ruined me, you know.”

“How’s that?” I ask hoarsely, confused by her statement.

“No one will ever measure up to that. To you.”

Possessiveness rages through my body. I shift us so that I’m on top of her, and I gaze down intently into her silvery pools. “You’ll not have to worry about that because I’m not letting you go. Ever. You’ll never be with another man. Ever. You’re mine. Forever.” I search her face to see that she understands. As I hear those words leave my mouth, I know that no truer words have been spoken. She’s mine. “Do you hear me?” She nods, blinking quickly. “Tell me.”

“I’m… yours?”

“Not a question. Tell me.”

She swallows and licks those perfect lips. “I’m yours,” she says more confidently.

I lean down and kiss her, urgently, before pulling back and staring her down again. “Again. Tell me again.”

“I’m yours… forever,” she says, a smile spreading across her lips and gracing her eyes.

My dick pulses. “And I’m yours,” I say, pulling her leg aside and selfishly thrusting myself inside of her.

Oh holy fucking mother of God. Without a condom on, she feels like heaven. I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing I shouldn’t have done that, yet, I couldn’t help myself.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” she says quietly. I can’t get her pregnant, so that wasn’t my concern, but apparently was to her. But it’s the ‘other’ question. “And have always been safe about sex.”

Thank fuck!

She’s mine. I’m hers.

We’re together.

Forever.