I see April standing in front of the window as I enter the bedroom, and my dream of us together in the elevator comes to mind. I go to her, take her shoulders in my hands, and turn her until she’s facing the window. Just like in my dream, I can see our reflection in the glass pane. I sweep her long, golden-brown hair over one shoulder and lean in to press my lips to her skin.

“Sweet,” I murmur, tasting the area behind April’s ear. Goosebumps form under my tongue, proof that she feels the same undeniable attraction that I do. A heady scent that must be all April invades my senses as I nuzzle her hair. “I want you, April. But the decision is yours. I’ll walk away now and sleep on the couch, if this isn’t what you want.”

She shivers in response as my lips caress warm skin. She tips her head, giving me complete access to the creamy smoothness as I kiss every inch that my wandering lips can find. My hands travel over the soft cotton fabric of her borrowed nightgown to rest just below her breasts. Her back arches, pressing her into my rigid arousal. As much as I want her, it’s her decision if we take things further. “Do you want this?” My hands shake, needing to touch.

April’s gaze meets mine in the reflection of the window pane, and she answers with a rasp in her voice. “Yes, Elias. I want you. I want this.”

With a slight grin, I nip her earlobe, then suck away the pain. Covering her breasts with my hands, I run my thumb over the hardened peaks. When I tweak them between my thumb and forefinger, April moans and pushes back, seating me perfectly between her full, round cheeks. I want to play out my dream, but I’m already on edge. Never have I felt this out of control.

When she turns in my arms and pulls my head down to take her lips, I’ve lost what little bit of clarity I had. My singular focus is bringing her pleasure. Slipping a finger under the strap of her gown, I push the narrow strip from her shoulder and kiss the spot I’d uncovered. Hooking a finger under the remaining strap, I pull it away from her skin and then let it drop, watching spellbound as the gown catches on the nubs of her nipples before dropping to reveal her body. “You’re gorgeous.” Perfection. Her breasts are full, with plum-colored nipples that I need to taste. I smooth my hands over her waist and lower to her hips. Her small hands hesitantly touch my chest, and a tremor runs through my body like a live wire.

For a moment I think she’s going to push me away, but instead, her hand inches up my chest, wraps around my neck, and pulls my head down. “Thank fuck. I’ve got so many dirty things I want to do to you.”

She moans and blows me away when she says, “Me, too.”

I hear a groan that could have been mine as my mouth crashes down on hers. I pull her in closer, and her breasts flatten, pressing against my chest. I feel those hard little nubs and can’t wait any longer.

I pick her up, drop her on the bed, push my briefs off, and our lips are back together even before my next breath. Our tongues touch, caress, devour. My cock presses hard against her stomach as our breaths blend and become one. I shudder when her hands begin to explore my back, stopping when she reaches my glutes. Her legs slide against my hips as she wraps them around my waist, bringing us even closer together. I feel her center heat surrounding my cock and I swell even harder. As much as I want to push inside, I want to watch her pleasure at least once or twice before I take my own. I’m not a selfish lover.

Keeping my lips connected to her skin, I kiss my way slowly downward, giving extra attention to the spots that make her moan. When I reach her breasts, I cup them in my hands taking in the beauty of the full, flawless mounds, whispering, “perfect,” just before I devour one pert nipple. Her back arches as her breath becomes fast and erratic when my tongue and teeth tease the rigid peak. I take my time switching between the two until she screams my name in frustration.

“Oh, baby, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” I tell her with a smug grin.

Her hands grab the spindles of the headboard as she begs, “I need…I need to come.”

She’s too beautiful to deny. I roll to the side, keeping my lips locked onto her nipple, while I move my hand over her stomach and through the lips hiding her swollen clit. Dipping a finger inside, I groan when I find her drenched. Fuck, she feels incredible. I count backward from one hundred to keep myself in check as I stroke her with my finger in slow rhythmic circles, dipping back inside occasionally to gather more slippery wetness. Her hips arch from the mattress, trying to find the pressure she needs to take her over. But I’m not that accommodating. I move my body to keep her still, making her take every bit of pleasure she’s getting from my fingers. Her hands run through my hair, gripping two fists full as I keep her on the edge.

I hear her breathing change to short staccato pants. Her muscles tense and I know she’s close to orgasm. When she sucks in a breath, I quickly move and wedge myself between her legs while she’s coming. When my lips touch her, she shatters. My tongue strokes and teases her sensitive clit, building her up again instead of letting her release completely. Her hands are back in my hair, pulling. I wince, but the pain fuels me to suck her swollen bud into my mouth even harder.

“Too much…” she gasps, thrashing her head from side to side.

“Never, baby. You can do it.” I encourage her before diving back in. I know she has more to give me.

“Can’t…too…ahhh.” She pulls my hair harder, and I’m so far gone, I don’t care if she rips it out.

I can’t understand the rest of her mumbling, but it doesn’t matter—she’s getting ready to come hard. I feel confident saying harder than she’s ever come before. My tongue is relentless, never letting up. With a finger, I press into her and feel her inner muscle begin to tense. The sounds of sex, good sex, are sublime. There’s nothing equal. I add another finger and she splinters apart, pulsing like a vise on my fingers. Her screams almost make me lose it.

“Elias! Oh, God! Oh, God!”

I keep my eyes focused on her radiant face as her second climax washes over her. So fuckin’ beautiful. I stay with her, bringing her down gently with my lips, tenderly, knowing she’s sensitive. That’s when it hits me, and I almost want to cry. I rest my head on her thigh as I try to bring my own breathing into a normal range.

“Elias…Now. I need you inside.”

As much as it pains me, I have to say, “No can do, baby. I don’t have a condom.”

I chuckle when April whines, “I don’t, either.” I grin at her frustration. “Check in there.” She rolls her head over and looks at the small table by the bed.

I can’t help it. I laugh out loud. “You really think Aunt Rita is going to keep a stash of condoms for her visitors?”

She giggles, and I give her a wicked look which sends her into peals of laughter. How can I help joining in? As painful as I am, watching her surrender to her pleasure was so worth the blue balls I’ll be sporting for quite some time.

“Come on. We need to get to bed so we can get an early start tomorrow.” I start to roll over and pull the sheet over us, but April’s hand on my chest stops me.

“But what about…” She shyly points to my engorged cock and blushes such a pretty shade of pink. There’s nothing to do. “I’ve never had sex without protection. That’s a steadfast rule.” I reach up and turn the lights off.

She tries again. “I could…you know, help you out with that.”

Feeling her lips around my cock would be phenomenal, but that’s not what I need. “It’s fine, baby. Come here.” I tuck her into my side.

“Are you sure? It looks really painful.”

I groan to myself, because it is. “As incredible as that would be, I need to be inside you when I come for the first time. Since that’s not possible…we go to sleep.”

We lie there in the dark, with the sound of crickets and bullfrogs playing our music of the evening outside the open window. I think she’s drifted off when she moves her hand on my chest and softly says, “I’ve never done that before.”

“You’ve never done what?” I ask.

She pauses, and I can feel her working it out in her mind. “You know, twice.”

I pull her closer into my side. “If we’d had protection, we’d have gone for three.”

She moves her hand to rest on my chest. “I always thought it was a myth. It was incredible. Thank you.”

I chuckle and put my hand on top of hers. “You’re welcome.” I wait until I hear her breathing slow and her hand become pliant under mine. Sleeping with someone in my arms is a new experience. The fact that it’s April makes it perfect. I fall asleep with that thought in my mind.