I caress her cherry-scented, light brown hair as our hips grind together, my right thigh rubbing right into the space between her legs just below her belly button.

Shit, I might as well come out and say it.

Her clit.

My knee is practically rubbing her clit through my jeans, and I don’t doubt she can feel the throbbing boner aching to burst through my zipper as we rock our hips together.

But that’s only what’s happening below the belt. Our heads, our brains, are focused on what’s happening above.

I press my lips into hers, exploring the depths of Krista’s mouth with my tongue as I cup her cheek with my hand.

I close my eyes as we make out, and I wonder if she’s closing hers, too. Not like I haven’t thought about this a dozen times since she moved in six months ago. Who the hell wouldn’t? Dark hair, dark complexion, with these eyes that are a deep shade of blue. Does she have a little Eastern European in her, maybe? I’ve got so many questions. She’s got this perfectly short and curvy body that’s made for a man to take.

And I do take. I take fucking everything Krista’s willing to give me. Now is not the time to question why we’re doing this, now is the time to take.

The girl has guts, making the first move, and I respect that. Plus, it means maybe she’s as attracted to me as I am to her.

She’s got on this black and white skirt, a big beige belt around her waist, and this black and white polka dot blouse. It’s a little bit alternative-looking. And a lotta bit sexy as fuck.

I groan as I grind into her, pleasure searing through me. I’m spurred on when she lets out a tiny little purr, and I reach my hand down from her chin, grab hold of her asscheek under her skirt and squeeze it hard.

I growl.

She’s found the animal in me.

Maybe it’s her scent. Maybe it’s the way she’s somehow strong—making the first move—yet submissively letting me take her at the same time, but I’m harder than a redwood tree.

I wrap kisses around her cheek and suck on her neck, if it leaves a hickey, fuck it. I don’t care.

She’s mine now.

Some vague voice in the back of my head—what’s left of my conscience, maybe—reminds me that I definitely shouldn’t be getting entangled with her. This is a bad, bad idea, sleeping with one of my tenants. I’ve heard horror stories about guys who thought they could beat the odds, and none of them turned out well.

My conscience is drowned out, though, as she moans into my ear.

“Oh God, Damien. I’ve thought about this for so long. You have no idea.”

“Fuck me,” I snarl, biting my lip. I slip a hand up her skirt until I reach her panties. I run a finger along her slit, and finally open my eyes to gauge her reaction.

She tips her head backwards into the couch pillow, her eyes in a haze.

“Holy fuck, you’re so wet,” I growl as I run my finger over her.

“Unh huh,” she responds, nodding. “I know.”

“Well you’re about to get even wetter,” I say.

I slide her panties to the side and slip my middle finger onto her clit. I rub so lightly I’m barely touching her, but she’s slick with her own juices and ultra sensitive to the touch, judging by her moans and short breaths.

She gyrates her hips upward in tiny pulses, and I push my finger harder into her. She gets louder, and her moans are like fucking music to my ears. Just her light, sexy voice alone has me about to come.

Well, alright, I’ve got a little bit of self control. I’m not a minute man here, and I’ve got her pleasure to worry about. Give me some credit.

She comes first. Wasn’t that a bestselling sex book?

Fuck if I ever read that book. Still, making Krista come at least once before my cock even makes an appearance is just the gentlemanly thing to do right now.

But fuck if my cock isn’t aching like mad.

With my free hand, I pull up her skirt, revealing her olive colored thighs. I whip off her panties, push two fingers inside her and curl them up right into that spot.

Yes, that spot.

“Jesus Damien, How did you know…” she trails off and moans, unable to form an audible sentence.

Slowly, I work my fingers inside her, and she reciprocates by gripping me tight.

“How did I know that’s your spot?” I smirk. “I just know, honey.”

She writhes and moans and purrs, and I cover her mouth with mine, not to mute her moan, but just for the fun of it, because I can.

And because it’s kind of fun to watch her, to feel her squirm.

She grips me hard, fingernails digging into my back. “I’m...coming,” she breathes, pulling her head away from mine as she shakes on the couch. Laying exhausted, she looks like she’s done already, and I have to smile. I run my free hand over her smooth stomach, her thighs, and glance at her pussy.

Now, I have a strict no going-down-on-a-girl-in-the-first-six-weeks policy. Don’t ask—maybe I’m an asshole. But there’s just something about going down on a girl that’s super personal.

Maybe it’s Krista’s honey scent. Maybe it’s how hard I am. But I can’t help myself.

I need to taste her.

I slide down off the couch, turn her body, and slide slowly between her legs, breaking my rule.

Her moans spur me on as I run my tongue up and down her slit, loving the sounds of pleasure that escape from her lips.

I wrap my hands around her and she has no idea how good she feels, the flesh of her ass wrapped in my palms, that luscious hot feeling of unexplored flesh.

“Oh God, Damien, you’re making me come aga...” she mewls, taking hold of my hair and pushing me further into her pussy.

If that’s even possible.

She does it like we’ve known each other for much more than just a night. Which in reality, we have. I’ve been her landlord for so long, it’s almost inconceivable that we’ve never done this.

But we haven’t—like a good man I made sure we never crossed the line.

And now that we have, there’s no sense in going back.

My cock aches as I kneel before her, sucking the sweet honey nectar from her clit like she holds the juices of life. And hell, she just might. Because right now, in this very moment, I feel more alive than I’ve felt in a very long time. Her bliss, as she moans in pleasure, is my bliss.

Her grip on my head finally loosens and I’m satisfied that she’s been overly satisfied. So I stand up, totally naked, as she leans back on the couch before me. My cock and balls hang low, and I catch her staring at my big cock right at her eye level.

“Curious about something?” I grin.

“Yes,” she admits.

“Tell me.”

“I shouldn’t. It’s dirty.” She lowers her eyes.

I laugh. “I just sucked on your clit for fifteen minutes and you can’t tell me what’s going through your mind? Come on, now.”

She takes deep breath. “Fine. I want to know how it feels.”

“Well there’s an easy solution to that.”

I take a condom from the pocket of my jeans that are lying near, and put it on. She lays back on the couch and I plunge into her, and she’s so wet I go in nice and easy.

Fuck, is she ever wet.

“Fuck me, Damien…” her moans trail off, and she wraps her legs around my back as I thrust into her on the couch, with every inch, exploring her depths with my cock and exploring her neck with my kisses. She purrs and whimpers, and I growl into her ear. The sweat from our bodies mixes and she grabs at my ass, whimpering a little louder with every time I touch her deep in her core.

“I-I-I’m gonna come again Damien,” she whispers, and the vibrations of her voice push me to the brink.

I fuck her with reckless abandon, loving this girl and everything she is. In the act, I feel a closeness I’ve been seeking for years, She reveals her essence to me, totally vulnerable as she clenches around me. It’s a glorious feeling as she tightens around me, and with that, I climax. Tingles of pleasure course through me as I erupt deep inside her.

When it’s all over, we collapse together in a heap of sweat on her couch. And I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

Now that I’ve officially broken the rules and slept with a tenant.