Daniel pulled me into a bedroom. His urgent hands were all over me, pulling off my clothes until I was down to my underwear. Thank goodness I had thought ahead and pulled something half-decent out my drawer. Cornflower blue lace, it was my favorite: girly and sexy at the same time. Daniel was still fully clothed and he ran his tongue over my bra as he reached behind me and unclasped it. My breasts tumbled out and he pulled back, drew breath, and looked over my body as if deciding where to go next.

I used the opportunity to reach down and unbutton him, desperate to feel his physical need for me. And there it was, I reached beneath his boxer briefs and he shuddered as I stroked his hardness using my whole hand, wrapped around him. I held his gaze and wet my lips at the thought of getting to feel him in me any minute now.

“Jesus, I need to be inside you right now or it’s going to be too late.”

Daniel moved off the bed and hurriedly stripped himself naked before he hooked his thumbs under my panties, and pulled them off. Climbing on the bed tearing a condom wrapper open with his teeth, he said, “Baby, this going to be quick and it’s going to be hard. I can’t hold myself back much longer.”

He looked at me for confirmation. Desperate for his hardness and overcome by his directness, I reached down for him again, but before I found him he covered my body with his and plunged into me.

My back arched in response and I threw my head back. It was if he was climbing inside me. Very slowly he pulled completely out and rubbed himself up and down my sex and then plunged again. “You are so ready and wet for me.”

I was lost in him. He picked up speed and I felt as if I were being pushed into the bed, deeper and deeper each time. I tried to catch my breath between thrusts but I couldn’t get enough and I swung my hips toward him. He took the opportunity to find my clitoris with his thumb and I cried out, “Daniel, please harder. I need you.”

He grunted and increased the pressure to my nub and  I came undone, my whole body pulsating into orgasm. In between each thrust he bellowed “You. Are. So. Beautiful.” I saw his climax in his eyes overlap with mine and as he emptied himself into me.

Collapsing beside me he put his arm under my neck and pulled me into him kissing the top of my head and I rolled my body toward his and put my hand on his chest. “Jesus, Leah, I’ve not come like that since I was a teenager. You might well be the death of me.”

“What a way to go,” I said breathily and we both giggled.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold off for longer. You are just too damn sexy.”

“Daniel, I’ve had three orgasms today. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“I’ll take that,” he replied and kissed me again on the top of my head, and then brought his hand down between my breasts, stroking, feeling me, reassuring me. He cupped my sex and whispered, “This here, it feels like home.” His fingers slid backward and forward, slick with my arousal, and I felt the familiar heat build in my stomach.

“Daniel.”

“Yes, baby. Tell me. Talk to me.”

He pushed one finger into me and I twisted my hips away from him.

“You’re not going anywhere, Leah, give in to it.” He maneuvered me so my back was to his front and delved inside with another finger. “Oh, that’s it. Open up for me, Leah. You are so wet.” He pushed rhythmically into me.

“I feel it,” I gasped. I could feel nothing else, nothing but his body, his breath, his heartbeat racing across his skin.

“How does it feel?” I could hardly catch my breath now as he pushed into me. His cock growing against my back.

“It feels too good.” His thumb was circling my nipple now and the mixture of sensations was too much. He was everywhere, touching every part of my body. My thoughts fell away and I just gave in as I felt my orgasm deep in my stomach, building and then as he pulled my nipple it pounded through me. “Daniel,” I cried out.

He pulled his hand from my sex and without him behind me I fell lifeless onto my back. I was vaguely aware of the mattress moving beneath me and then I felt him between my legs.

“I can’t waste a drop.” His tongue prolonged the pulses coursing through my body and then soothed me as my heartbeat started to return to normal.

Daniel licked, kissed, and nipped his way up my body. When his eyes reached mine they were hungry. I reached between us and squeezed his thickness and he moaned my name. He was hard and ready and I loved that I did that to him. I stroked my clit with the tip of him and then positioned him at my entrance.

“Leah,” he said softly again and started to slide into me, slowly, teasingly.

“More, Daniel. Deeper.”

Instead of giving into my begging, he pulled out. “Say it again, baby.”

“More, Daniel, please. I want you inside me.”

“You do, baby?”

My hands found my way around to his bottom to urge him forward but I couldn’t move him. “Please,” I begged again.

“Louder.”

“Please. Daniel. Please fuck me,” I screamed.

He slammed into me, taking my breath with him, pushing me up the bed with the force of his movement and then pulled almost all the way out and slammed into me again.

“Look at me, Leah, don’t close your eyes.” My focus was blurred but I found his eyes concentrating on my face, on the pleasure streaked across it. “Don’t close your eyes.” And without breaking eye contact he moved above me, so close that I could feel him against my clit, against my nipples, against my whole body as if his body was molded perfected into mine to become one. It was an intimacy I’d never felt before, my mind, body and soul connected to his. I felt every movement more acutely because of what I saw in Daniel’s eyes; they darkened and filled with lust. Lust for me. And something more.

He pushed up my knee and the change in angle was all I needed to feel the beginnings of my orgasm in my spine. It couldn’t be possible. Sex like this couldn’t be possible. Everything was magnified, every feeling, every movement. Every inch of my body had been kissed and licked and covered with him. And I never wanted it to stop.

I looked between us at where he was moving into me.

“You like that?”

I looked back up at him.

“You like seeing where I’m moving into you?”

His words took me over the edge and I felt myself tighten around him and could see in his eyes that he felt every movement. He grunted and increased his rhythm and seconds later he stiffened, his climax crawling up his body and across his face. He slumped over me and sleep took us both.

***

The next morning I awoke with a start. The bed beside me was empty and I felt a pang of insecurity. The sex had been amazing. Well, for me anyway. Maybe last night was par for the course for Daniel. With Charlie I rarely climaxed, but reconciled myself to the fact that was the case for a lot of women and put it down to my biology. But my body seemed to work differently with Daniel.

Maybe that sexual connection was all that was between us and now that would be it. Maybe for Daniel, I was unfinished business from high school and after yesterday I would be crossed off his task list. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep last night. I should have jumped in a cab. I quickly gathered up my clothes from the floor and dressed.

I popped into the bathroom and washed my face, tried to tame my recently fucked hair. Eurgh, my teeth needed a brush and I needed a shower. I couldn’t wait to get home. I wondered whether Daniel was downstairs or if he’d left me in the house hoping I’d be gone by the time he got back. I had to get out of here now. I was driving myself mad.

I tiptoed down the stairs and saw Daniel sitting at the counter, reading the weekend FT and eating breakfast in his underwear with damp hair—he must have had a shower already. His body was so amazing it was ridiculous. What must he have thought of my wobbly bits when every inch of him was hard muscle?

I breezily said, “Morning,” and I turned my attention to looking for my bag.

“Hey, baby, what are you looking for? Come here.”

I found my bag and tentatively headed toward Daniel, avoiding his eyes. He grabbed me and pulled me in to him, but I twisted my face away. No morning tooth-brushing, no morning kissing. That was a strict policy of mine. He rubbed his stubble up against my cheek and breathed me in as he ran his hands around my back and up under my shirt.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes. Wanna take a shower with me?”

I patted his back briefly and pulled away. “I need to get going. I don't have a toothbrush and I don’t want Anna to wonder if I’m OK.”

His hands dropped from me and he slid off his stool. “Well, I have a spare toothbrush, but if you want to go, I’ll take you back to Anna’s.” He seemed a bit cool.

“No need, I can get the tube.”

“Leah, you’re not getting the tube. Let me throw on some clothes. I’ll be two seconds.”

He was only slightly longer than two seconds and without exchanging any further words or eye contact. The awkwardness level was rising by the minute when we finally left his beautiful house and he guided me toward a silver sporty Jag.

Once in the car, we drove silently through the almost-deserted streets of London. I wasn’t sure if he couldn’t wait to get rid of me or was angry, but the atmosphere was unbearable. I shifted in my seat, desperate to break the tension. Should I try and make polite conversation—show him that I didn’t care if it was just sex for him. I could handle that, couldn’t I?

Finally we pulled up outside Anna’s flat.

As I gathered my things he said softly, “Please don’t go without telling me what happened. Did I push you into sleeping with me?”

My tummy flipped over. Is that what he thought? That he did something? My eyes welled. I threw my head back on the headrest. “I am just so exceptionally bad at this.” He turned his head and our eyes met properly for the first time that morning and a tear trickled from each eye, how humiliating, now I was crying.

“Leah,” he looked panicked. “Please don’t, what’s the matter?” He took my face in his hands and kissed my forehead. “What is going on in that head of yours, baby? I can’t deal with not knowing what you are thinking.”

I took a deep breath and confessed to the thoughts that had been running through my head that morning: I followed his lead and laid myself bare to him.

I told him I was worried our connection that I felt so strongly was just sexual and that I might just be another notch on his bedpost, that I felt I should have gone home and I maybe I’d outstayed my welcome, that I would be overtaken by my feelings for him, fall too deep too quick for him and that I was worried that my neurosis would push him away. I even told him I was worried I wasn’t good enough in bed, that he wouldn’t like me now he’d seen me naked.

Once I started I couldn’t stop.

At some point during my confession he pulled me onto his lap and I was curled into his chest drinking in his smell. When I finally finished he started chuckling. Great, just the reaction I was looking for.

“What part of ‘wanna take a shower with me’ left you feeling so insecure? I need to ratchet up the quality of my come-on.” I started to laugh with him. I was clearly being ridiculous.

“You’re right, but I had created a problem in my head by that point.” I tried to explain.

After our laughs subsided he kissed the top of my head. “I love making love with you. I love how much you seem to enjoy it, how much it feels like you want me as much as I want you, which is a lot in case you were wondering. I love that you let go and give yourself up to me. But it’s more than that for me. I feel you in my heart, Leah.” I pushed closer toward him.

“It’s true, I do,” I whispered

“You do what, baby?”

“Want you. A lot,” I said to his chest, embarrassed by my revelation outside the heat of the moment. Daniel shifted underneath me uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry, but having you on my lap, saying things like that to me is making my dick twitch.”

“Daniel!”

“What?” he sounded a bit offended.

“It gets me hot when you talk like that.”

“That’s it. You need to get off my lap or I’m done for.” I giggled and he opened his car door and slid me out to the pavement.

He led me upstairs to Anna’s first-floor flat, holding my hand all the way. As I rummaged in my bag for my keys, Daniel nuzzled my neck and pulled me against him. I finally found my keys and we went inside.

Anna was under a blanket lying on the sofa facing away from the door, watching a rom com. A definite sign of a hangover.

“Hey, hangover girl.”

She didn’t move. “I feel horrible. But what about you, how is your vagina? All used up? Has the neurosis kicked in yet?”

“Daniel, you’ve met Anna.” Anna sat up and laughed when she saw him.

“So Daniel, did you use up my friend’s vagina?”

“Anna, knock it off, will you?” I said.

“Well that’s a yes if ever I heard one. There’s no need to be so uptight. You’ll tell me later, anyway, and you know you will.” I couldn’t argue.

Daniel reached out to shake Anna’s hand. “Nice to meet you again, Anna,” he purred.

“Well, he’s just lovely. And you’re right, he smells delicious!”

“Anna, are you quite done embarrassing me?”

“Sweetie, it’s not hard, is it? Not about stuff like this. Daniel, you need to sort this girl out. By day she’s a confident, ball-busting super lawyer, but by night, in her personal life, she transforms into a neurotic headcase who puts up with assholes because she doesn’t think she deserves any better. That’s not you, by the way.”

“Yes, thanks, I got that,” Daniel smiled and put his arms around my waist.

After the events of this morning, I couldn’t help but muse on the fact that he “got” her interpretation of my double life—not just that she was taking pot shots at Charlie rather than him. It was a nice feeling that he had had first-hand experience of it and hadn’t yet run for the hills.

“Right, before this gets any worse for me, I’m going for a shower. And Daniel, you’re coming with me.”

“That’s more like it!” Anna said.

“No, he’s going to sit and watch TV in my room while I shower. I just don’t trust you not to corrupt him if I leave him in here with you!”

As I pulled Daniel into my bedroom he started unbuttoning my blouse. I fought him off and pushed him onto my bed and turned on the TV. “Stay here. I need to shower—alone!”

I emerged from my bathroom fully clothed with my makeup done, hair damp. Daniel pulled me on top of him. In an effort to inject a little of my work self into my personal self, I asked tentatively, “So, do you want to do something together today or do you have plans?”

“I have plans to hang out with you all day.” And he kissed the base of my throat where the collarbones meet—oh, I loved that.

I threw caution to the wind and told him so. “I love it when you kiss me there.” I sighed.

“You do?” He pulled back and looked at me as if to check if I was joking.

“I really do.”

He smiled and rolled me to my back where he continued his kissing. Just the bits of me not covered by my clothes. It felt lovely and intimate and relaxing. I threaded my fingers through his hair, encouraging him every step of the way.

I pulled his lips to mine and, building on my renewed confidence, ran my tongue across the entrance to his mouth until he parted his lips. He dove in, explored every spot, skimmed the roof my mouth, pushed against my tongue. Our breathing became more urgent; he ground his pelvis into mine and I moaned. He pushed off me and stood up.

“We need to get out of here or we’ll never leave.”

I looked at him and grinned. It was so sexy seeing to see him try to regain control of himself.

“Let’s go to the zoo. There’s nothing remotely sexy about a zoo. I think that’s the best place for us,” he said.

I laughed and nodded my head and tried to tame my just-kissed-into-next-week hair.

“But will you bring your toothbrush?”

“To the zoo?”

“Yeah, I’d really like you to stay with me tonight and maybe not freak out tomorrow morning. I’d like a do-over.” He seemed pleased at the prospect of getting to rerun what had happened this morning and I felt guilty. I had upset him by being so insecure and it made my heart ache a little.

“OK, but I’ll need a bit more than a toothbrush.”

After putting some stuff together in a bag, including the bits I needed for work tomorrow we left Anna on the sofa ogling Ryan Reynolds. Daniel took my overnight bag in one hand and clasped his other in mine.

***

Daniel didn’t let us lose body contact for one second as we were going around the zoo. Even as he was struggling to get money out of his wallet or drinking his coffee and trying to read the map to find the peacocks that I requested we visit.

I loved the way that he insisted we plan our route beforehand and not just idly wander about: he liked to do things in an orderly way. I loved the way he made excuses to kiss me (to warm me up, to test whether various animals would be jealous, to see if my lips still worked).

He was so playful and relaxed and that relaxed me. He wasn’t hiding anything or wanting me to be anything but me.

Finally Daniel announced we’d seen everything and we could finally leave. I was grateful because I was starting to get really cold.

“So where now?” he asked excitedly as he started the car.

“Somewhere warm? That maybe has wine?”

“I know somewhere perfect,” he replied.

I hoped we would go back to his place and warm up, but he seemed determined to keep us out in public so we couldn’t get carried away with each other. Damnit! I was desperate to get carried away with him!

We parked up in a familiar street and I realized he driven back to his house—we were definitely back on the same page now.

He got my bag from the trunk and grabbed my hand to lead me inside. As soon as he closed the door, he spun me around, grasped my head in his hands and kissed me, long, slow, deep, and never-ending.

When he finally pulled away, without moving his hands, he looked at me and said so softly, “I’ve been thinking about doing that for hours. The reality was better than the fantasy.” I smiled and pulled him toward me. He took the opportunity to lift me up and I put my legs around him. “Let’s warm you up.” And he took me upstairs as I buried my face in his neck kissing every inch of exposed flesh I could find.

We entered his bedroom and he stood me down and started undressing me like I was five years old. First my jumper, then my shirt. His eyes didn’t leave mine for a second. On the couple of occasions that I broke eye contact with him, he guided my eyes back to his by just quietly saying my name. I rested my hands on his shoulders as he had me step out of my jeans and then my panties.

Finally he unsnapped my bra and there I was stood there, completely naked in front of him. Just before I started to get embarrassed he began to unbutton his shirt and I reached out to help him, being careful not to pull my eyes from his. I could feel my anticipation pool between my thighs. What I wanted to do was trail my eyes down his magnificent body, but at the same time I couldn’t pull my eyes from his. When he was done I let out a gasp of anticipation of what was to come.

He guided me backward toward the bed and sat me down and I couldn’t help but drop my eyes to his hardened cock, I reached out but he caught my hand and stopped me.

“You can see how ready I am for you, but I need to feel you. Are you wet for me, baby?”

I groaned at his question. I was unable to control the sounds that came out of me before he even touched me. He knelt by the bed and pushed my legs apart kissing my inner thigh to the outer edge of my sex until I thought I would explode if he didn’t explore further.

“Daniel, please, I need to feel you.” I didn’t have to ask twice, he pushed his tongue into my slit and began that rhythm that I was so desperate for. My lips parted, trying to pull more air into my lungs.

After a few minutes, he replaced his tongue with his both his thumbs. He looked up at me. “Yes, you are so wet for me, baby, aren’t you? So desperate for my cock inside you.”

I dug my nails into his shoulders and, looking directly at him, I contracted against him and came screaming his name.

While I was still coming he pushed me back on the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach. He crawled up the bed behind me and positioned himself between my thighs. He pushed his cock straight into me. It felt almost brutal, but it was just what I craved. His need for me overcame any politeness. I understood that.

Pulling my hips up toward him, he drove into me again and again until I felt my desire build, quicker this time, as if last time had just been the opening act. I could feel Daniel’s fight for control over his climax in the tension of his touch. I gasped, “I’m going to come again, come with me.” I felt my pussy contract around him and he grunted, calling out my name and forcing his come into me. We slumped forward together, him on top of me, still inside me.

He kissed me on the shoulder. “God you feel so good, baby.” I literally couldn’t speak, but reached for his hand and brought it up to my lips as an answer.

After we readjusted ourselves, Daniel said, “You requested somewhere warm with wine. Are you warm enough? Shall we do the wine bit now?”

“I’m plenty warm enough. Wine would be great.” I smiled lazily, finally regaining the power of speech.

In the kitchen he pulled a bottle of Rioja from his wine fridge and poured two glasses. “Not too much for me. Red wine makes my head fuzzy and I’ve got work tomorrow.”

The evening was spent sharing stories of our school and University days and the music we liked and still liked. We ordered takeout and I drank too much wine. When Daniel opened a second bottle, I refused a further top-up. I had to try and keep a clear head, for work and also because I was conscious that our do-over tomorrow morning should go without a hitch.

When I yawned for a second time, Daniel dragged me by the hand to bed. He lay on his back and pulled my head onto his muscular chest which I couldn’t help but snake my fingers over. I could feel my hunger for him return. I don’t know if it was because the sex was so good or whether I just needed to be as close as possible to him but I wanted him again. It seemed that he wanted to talk.

“So, headcase, I think we need to have regular debriefs about what’s going on in here so we don’t have a rerun of today.” He was stroking my temple. “I need you tell me if you are feeling a bit insecure, if you’re not sure what I’m thinking. I don’t want to lose you because of a misunderstanding.”

I nodded “So ... you go first. What are you thinking?”

“So you want this to be quid pro quo? I told you, I don’t do that.”

“Not the sex, but the communication bit. Shouldn’t that be both ways?”

“I can tell you’re a lawyer.” He chuckled. “OK, well for the last half an hour I’ve been thinking about tomorrow.” I knew it, he was worried I’d mess up our do-over. I behaved like such an idiot this morning. I kept quiet to hear what in particular he was concerned about. “I can’t bear the thought of all those men at your work ogling you, getting to spend their day with you.”

I wasn’t expecting that.

“I don’t get ogled at work,” I replied, genuinely trying to set him straight.

“I can guarantee you that you do. You probably just don’t notice it because you don’t know how sexy and beautiful you are.”

I wasn’t expecting that, either.

“I don’t, but let’s not argue. How can I make it better for you?”

“I don’t think you can. I will just have to learn to live with it I guess. The thing you can do is tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly.”

“Well, I was wondering whether I had a medical condition because I was thinking how I’d like to feel you inside me again.”

“Well, that I can help you with.” And he rolled me to my back and began his quest for my pleasure. I don’t know how much time passed in his exploration of every inch of me, but as he slid into me my body was completely ready for him. On his first thrust he pushed out my orgasm tearing it from the deepest part of me.

I could barely breathe from the pleasure of it, but his thrusting didn’t stop. Without breaking his rhythm he kept rocking in and out. “I want you to feel the effects of my cock inside you every time you sit down tomorrow. I want you to smell of me so they won’t go near you. I want you to look like you’ve been fucked all weekend long.” Reaching down to my clit he started to rub and I came undone again. Through the sound of the blood rushing through my ears I heard his climax overtake him.