Walking into Eric's apartment feels like coming home. And the logical part of my brain thinks that’s just because I was so certain I'm all alone in the world just a few hours ago, but my heart knows it's more than that. I've known Eric for only a couple of weeks, but it feels much longer than that. Even despite all that's happened, I truly feel no doubt as to his innocence, the goodness of his heart, and the sincerity of his intentions.

He joins me by the window through which I'm watching the sun beginning its descent into the river. Today's weird events are already getting that fuzzy outline of old memories in my mind, because I know they're well and truly behind me know.

"So, do you want to get some dinner, or something?" Eric asks.

"Or something." I turn to him and smile. "I would like you to kiss me some more."

His face grows hard for a split second, and the knowledge that he's used to giving the orders, being in charge, not the other way around, floods me like he actually spoke the words. But he didn't, and he pulls me closer, kisses me like it's the only thing he wants to be doing.

And I swear the sun sets and rises again, a beautiful star filled night sky exploding around us in between. The kiss lasts and lasts, but I want more, need more, need him to give me the pleasure I've been longing for in his absence, in the darkness he left when he pulled away from me. But he's waiting for me to take the lead. I can sense it, feel it in every fiber of my being.

I don't open my eyes, just feel blindly for the top buttons of his shirt, and begin undoing them, a brand new layer of bliss unfolding as my fingers brush his bare skin. He pulls away from the kiss and takes off his shirt, then tugs on the edges of my tee, pulling it up, his eyes never leaving mine until the fabric covers them as he undresses me. My jeans and panties come off in a flash of fabric stretching and denim scratching my thighs. I remove my bra as I step out of my discarded jeans, feeling more naked than merely unclothed under his piercing gaze.

The predator is staring back at me, the one that wants to hold me down, spank me, yank my hair as he drives his cock into my pussy. And I want him to. Beyond all my fears, reservations and doubts, that knowledge is shining bright and powerful. But he's still waiting for me to take the lead, show him I'm ready to let go of the reins and release the beast. I love this power I have over him, this control over his desire.

I lean in and stand on my tiptoes, my lips only a fraction of an inch from his. "Take me. I'm yours."

The charged tension that was mounting between us explodes into a zillion shards of searing pinpricks of light.

"Turn around," he whispers, and it's a soft sound but the command is harsh.

I do as I'm told, icy glass cooling my hot flesh as he pushes me against the window. He kisses my neck, biting that tender spot right where my collarbone meets my neck. I hear his zipper opening, gasp as he forces my legs open wider with his knee.

"I could take you a million times, and still want to do it again," he whispers into my ear.

The sentiment blends with the soft wave of pleasure as he runs the head of his cock across my wet pussy. I know he wants to ram it in, can feel it in the rock solid tension emanating through his body. So I arch my back to invite him in, turning my head so he can see my smile.

But it's obliterated as he enters me, opening me up with a fast, blinding thrust. Then he slows, yet doesn't stop until his cock is buried deep inside me. My moans build onto each other, become whimpers as he pulls out, pushes back in slowly, again and again. I can feel every bump, every vein covering his velvet soft cock, can feel his heartbeat melting into my own.

My hot breath is fogging up the window, my nipples painfully hard against the cold glass, my whole body one with his. After a few more long caresses from his cock, I feel nothing but the slow, yet forceful approaching of my orgasm, which no power in this world can stop. I scream as it lands, trying to hold on to at least a speck of myself before I lose it all in this raging deep sea of pleasure he's offering me.

"Don't fight it," he says. "Just let yourself go."

It's a command I want to follow. His thrusts get faster, deeper, feel like he's splitting me apart, and I welcome it, welcome the pure, blinding bliss of the devastating orgasm that washes over me, every last cell in my entire body welcoming the pleasure, wanting more, wanting all.

He's pounding into me now, only his arm wrapped around my neck preventing me from crashing into the window with each of his thrusts. But I doubt I'd feel any pain, because this pleasure he’s giving me is too real, too raw, too powerful to be unseated by anything.

With one last powerful thrust he buries his cock all the way inside me, flooding my pussy with his hot semen. And we stay like that, joined, his cock pulsing inside me, as the sun sets, dark waters swallowing the light.