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I was hoping like hell this wouldn’t be a dream. I was scared to even blink and have her disappear before my eyes like she had in my full blown erotic fantasy last night.

This was how she’d looked at me in the dream too with her eyes dark with desire, and that wide-eyed innocence that made her special to me.

Just looking at her unbutton her blouse made my cock grow, straining against my boxers, aching to be used.

But this was Zoe. I wanted her like I’d never wanted anything and I knew this wouldn’t just be sex.

It couldn’t be because I felt for her. I needed and wanted her, and she would get all of me.

We were about to go down a path we’d never journeyed and I couldn’t wait to have her. To really make her mine, my girl.

She looked nervous. And hell, I was nervous too, but my need for her propelled me.

I took hold of the soft blue cotton of her blouse and undid the tiny brown buttons that held it together. Soon the blouse lay open revealing the blue lace of her bra that shielded those massive, beautiful breasts that drove me crazy. I watched the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed and brought my gaze back up to meet hers.

I needed reassurance that this was what she wanted because I could feel her nerves.

“Take me.” She repeated giving me the confirmation again and that was when I allowed true desire to take over.

I didn’t think of her as my Zoe. I thought of her as a very beautiful woman who I had the chance to devour. She would be all mine. Every part of her, every inch of that fine body I’d fanaticized about since we read that note.

I was grateful now for the door that damn note had opened. The curse of it had turned into a blessing.

I took hold of the little butterfly clasp at the front of her bra and undid it with one snap, and with one snap her breasts spilled out looking ripe and juicy, ready for me to suck. I moved the bra to either side of her and looked at her. I really looked at her giving my eyes the pleasure from what I’d been deprived off all these weeks. She looked completely hot with her hair wild, blouse open, massive tits out, strawberry pink nipples puckered, and those full lips slightly parted.

I couldn’t believe I’m looking at her like this, right here in front of me.

Her cheeks fill with color as she blushes, and her eyes look at me with that trust that has always drawn me to her. Drawn me to take care of her. It was drawing me to her now, but it compelled me to make her mine.

“God. You’re beautiful.” I breathed. “So beautiful Zoe.”

“Thank you,” she breathed with a nervousness that was evident.

I wished I knew what she was thinking, but I was more consumed with the perfection of her.

Finally, the vision I had of her naked was coming together like pieces of a puzzle. I just had one more piece to look at to complete the picture. I looked down to her skirt eager to see what lay beneath but willing myself to take my time and enjoy her.

I reached out and backed off the bra and blouse down her shoulders, allowing it to drift to the ground. Then I went in for her breasts running my fingers over the firm points of her nipples.

Fuck, I’d wanted to do this for days now, ever since I realized how massive they were. My knees almost buckled when my hands came in contact with the tight, firmness. It was laughable that I could be so affected since she called me a man whore. The truth of it was I’d never been with a woman I had feelings for. I’d never had sex with any emotion behind it, or enjoyed the simple pleasure of it that could be heightened by desire.

Desire was what filled me now and it made me want to savor her. She leaned back on the wall and allowed me to touch her. I lowered to her right breast feeling hungry now to taste her. The little moan that escaped her lips nearly made me climax right there as I drew the tight nipple into my mouth and sucked her.

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Oh my God that felt good.

So unreal I could hardly breathe.

I clutched at the wall as he sucked on my breasts. It was all I could do to not fall apart. His mouth was filled with me, and the sight of him just turned me on making me wet. He moved from one breast to the other and I couldn’t control the moans that resonate from deep within my chest.

His hand runs down my side, straight down to the waistband of my skirt and then he kissed his way down my stomach, and down to the edge of my hip.

He undid the clasp holding my skirt together the same way he undid my bra. With one quick snap and we both watched it float to the ground leaving me in just my panties.

I already can’t steady my breathing from his wild suckle but as he runs his hands down to the inside of my thighs I felt breathless.

He ran his fingers over the fabric of my panties and pause at my center where I’m soaked.

It pleased him and he stroked me there backwards and forwards and in a circling motion, making me fall apart.

“Tristan I can’t.”

“Yes baby, you can.” The wicked smile came back and he slipped his finger right inside me, where I craved him, going in and out, and stroking the sensitive bud of my clit.

I was shocked when he lowered, going down on his knees and replaced his finger with his tongue.

I cried out as an orgasm shook me and I came right there as he pushed his tongue into me.

“That’s it baby come for me.” He teased and I did, and he drank it all up. “You taste so good.” He groaned.

He stood up and the look on his face is now one of desperation, but I can’t talk. I can barely breathe.

“I need you now Zoe.” He says and I can see the bulge poking through his pants.

I share the same curiosity to see him as he had for me. I want to see what he looks like. I could only imagine and what comes to my mind when I look at his cock fighting to come through is that he’s massive. Then I worry about how he’d fit inside me. I’m only little in comparison to him. I’m five four, he’s six foot six.

I clutched the wall again.

My eyes took in the sharp lines of detailed muscle on his chest and down to his lower abdomen where it tapers into the perfect V. Then as he stepped out of his pants and boxers my eyes took in the full blown image of his massive cock, which is bigger than I imagined. Now I’m actually more impressed than concerned about fitting, but my worry must be evident on my face because a broad smile of satisfaction lifted the corners of his sensual lips.

“Don’t worry baby it’ll fit. I’ll go easy on you.”

“Okay,” was the most I could manage.

Our lips crashed together again as he lifted me up and placed me on the table near the weights. It was more of a desk he used when he wanted somewhere to sit and write in his exercise manuals and record books.

Today I was on it and it was the perfect height for us.

He rolled my panties down my legs. We’re both completely naked now.

From a drawer in the desk he took out a packet of condoms but I placed my hand on him to stop him.

I wanted to feel him, just him. This isn’t like being with someone else. I was on birth control, but always insisted that a condom be used too. Even with Brian, it was just a given.

But this is Tristan.

“What woman? I’m dying here,” he grimaced playfully.

“Do you use those all the time?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Me too. I’m on birth control. We don’t have to use those if you don’t want to.” When I said that his face lit up as if I’d given him a rare gift.

“God, you really are perfect,” he groaned

I part instinctively for him when he reaches for me and I suck in a deep breath as he took hold of his cock and presses it right there in my core, stroking my folds before he works his way in.

I wanted to see, I wanted to see it happen. I wanted to see him push into me and see the moment when everything will change.

My heart speeds up as he pushes in and I feel full, filled with him.

I look at him and think Oh God we’re actually doing this. Then before I can continue with the thought he slides into me further, devouring me and filling me, but he wasn’t fully inside me yet. I opened my mouth to draw in a breath. He was going deeper, and held me to keep me steady as a moan fell from my lips.

He looked at me when he was buried to the hilt and I saw the pained expression on his face. He pulled out of me slightly but then thrust back in, making me cry out from the intense pleasure.

“Baby are you okay,” he said holding onto my waist as I arch my back.

“I’m okay.” I assured him seeing his concern. I can see he thinks he’s hurt me. “I’m okay Tristan. Don’t stop. It feels good, don’t stop.” I needed him, and I needed this.

“I won’t baby. Stay with me.” Tristan smiles at me and leans over to brush his lips across mine.

I smile against his lips briefly because as soon as he starts pumping again heat washes over my body. Hot, and wild, uncontrollable. It awakens every nerve in my body and my soul comes alive with the passion that burns me.

Tristan speeds up moving at a faster confident pace, going deeper into me. Then he starts to pound into me, unleashing the pressure that built up in my core.

It overwhelms me completely and his thrust evaporates everything from my mind. All that exists to me is us in this moment of true passion. I’ve never had sex like this before.

“Baby, you feel so good. So good.” He says in a rough husky voice.

I was just getting used to the wild pleasure that he was giving me when he slowed down and pulled out. But it was only for a moment so that he could lift me from the table and turn me so that my back was to him.

He reclaimed me and takes hold of my waist as he thrust into me again. A desperate moan falls from my lips and I have to hold onto the table for balance. In this position, he feels different and the intensity of the pleasure heightened. How the hell could it get better than it already was?

“Stay with me baby, I’m going to fuck you hard.”

He does. He pounded into me hard taking what we’re doing several levels beyond sex. Nothing could have prepared me for this. Nothing on earth. I’m completely lost in the sensation and the electricity that sparked at the endings of my nerves.

He tightened his grip on me as I came again and spasmed around him making his cock pulse inside me.

My mind is racing in whirlwinds and my thoughts are an incoherent mess of scrambled images.

“Tristan,” I called out his name as a massive orgasm grips me again, but this time I’m lost within the clutches of its hold and the combination of him pumping into me. The undiluted pleasure I felt was too much. Just like him, he’s too much. He was ultimate pleasure and my body was on fire from all that he gave me.

He moved faster, jackhammering to his own release.

“Fuck,” he cried out releasing his warmth into me with a savage grunt.

I could feel the hot spray of his come erupting into me, coating my core. I’d never felt that before and it was a good feeling.

I squeezed my eyes shut and cry out from the pleasure that seizes me. He clasped my body tight against his.

“Unnh, ahh.” I heard myself moan.

He pulled me back into his arms and kissed my shoulders.

It’s over.

We did it, and I feel…

I feel alive for the first time in my life.

“Are you okay baby?” he asked. His breath hot against my skin.

As he slipped out of me I turned around in his arms. “I’m fine.”

“You sure? Zoe we just –” He looks worried, panicked even like I was going to freak out.

“I know.” I was fully aware of what we just did and that we weren’t the same two people we were an hour ago.

“Are you okay with me?” That worry filled his eyes.

“Does me wanting you again answer your question?” I smiled up at him and he gave me that sexy grin again.

“It sure does baby. Where to next?”

“The hot tub, and this time it’s my turn to have fun.”

Reality was setting in, opening my eyes even more to the beauty of the truly hot and gorgeous man before me. I needed more, more of him, and more of everything he just gave me.

“Your wish is my command Miss Carter.”

I giggled as Tristan swept me up into his arms and carried me to the hot tub room.