Dallas wrapped an oversized plush cream-colored towel around Harlan’s wet body as she stepped out of the tub.

“You have far too many clothes on,” she said, pulling at the top two buttons of his shirt. “You should fix that.”

“My clothes can stay right where they are for the moment,” he replied, rubbing her shoulders through the warm towel. “The fire is roaring. You won’t be cold.” He led her by the hand to the living room in front of the fire. She dropped the towel and with it any insecurity she was harboring. This night was long overdue. Dallas didn’t care about her imperfections. The look in his eyes, the fiery need for her body, washed away any worry of that.

“You are perfection,” he moaned, taking in every inch of her as she stood in front of the cracking, popping fire. “I’m going to take my time. You are mine for hours.”

“I’m refusing to do the math and figure out how long it’s been for me,” she admitted. “I hope it’s like riding a bike.”

“I’ll be like riding a bull,” he teased, taking her hand and sliding it against his firm shaft as it pressed against his pants. “But all I want is to have you. I want to taste you, every inch of you.”

A large down comforter was spread out on the floor, silky pillows laid out along the edges of it. She lay down, her breath, heavy with anticipation, catching in her chest.

Dallas took his shirt off slowly and lay down beside her, mesmerized by her as though he’d been handed a telescope and shown a far-off undiscovered planet. His hands lightly pinched, twisted, and titillated her peaks, the pleasure and pain mixing perfectly, making her toss her head back with pleasure. Taking her puckered nipple into his mouth he sucked it in, nibbled and nipped as she began to writhe. “Dallas, I need this so bad. I need this so fucking bad.”

“You’re going to get everything you deserve,” Dallas promised. “You’re not even going to be able to move when I’m done with you. I won’t stop until you can’t take any more. Until you beg me.”

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded breathlessly, crying out as his finger plunged deep inside her, his thumb sweeping across the sweet spot that had been neglected too long. He moved his mouth to her ear as his fingers continued to work their magic.

“You’re going to come all night,” he promised in a husky whisper. “I’m going to finger you until you come. Then I’m going to devour you. I’m going to lick you over and over until you scream my name.”

The sound of his voice in her ear was nearly as exciting as his fluttering touch on her core. “Yes,” she breathed, unable to form anything more coherent.

“But I won’t be done,” he grunted, grinding his firmness against her so she could feel how desperately he wanted her and how huge he was. She knew she’d be begging for every inch of it.

“More,” she begged, writhing against his hand.

“After you come, and I see your face, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fill every inch of you.”

“Oh, Dallas,” she pleaded, his movements and his words carrying her to the edge of an explosive orgasm. “Yes, Yes, Yes,” she chanted as she reached climax, pulling at him, begging for more of him. Her core pulsed around his fingers as her body thrashed with pleasure.

“Good girl,” he whispered into her ear. “I can’t wait to taste how sweet you are.” His mouth pulled away and slid down her body, kissing a trail across her breasts and straight down her stomach.

“Dallas,” Harlan cried, half a plea for mercy and half to never stop. His tongue plunged inside her as he cupped her ass, and lifted her from the floor. Harlan’s legs were over his shoulders, and he had complete control of her.

With precision Harlan had never imagined, Dallas unlocked the combination of her most intense pleasure. It was a tight pinch of her nipple, a flick of his tongue, his fingers working her spot to bring her again to ecstasy. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her throbbing sensitive sex about to burst. A few more swirls of his tongue and she fell over the edge of passion, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging. There was a need to hold on, to anchor herself to something or she might actually float away.

He slid out of his pants and exposed what she had been writhing against frantically. Wide eyed she drank in his perfection, punctuating her study of him with a wide smile.

Before he could remind her what would come next, before he could pin her down and enter her, Harlan sat up. Moving him backward, she laid him back. “I want to ride you,” she asserted. “I want to feel every inch of you from up here.” Swinging a leg over him, she watched as his face lit with even more desire.

“Yes,” he said, slapping her ass hard as she slid down on his firmness, crying out in pleasure. His hands were on her hips, guiding her at first slowly up and down, but that lasted only a few seconds. She was riding him wildly as he spanked her again. It was now his face that was washed with the promise of explosive release.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulled her lips to his, his other hand clamping down tightly on her nipple.

There was only heat, intense thundering of their bodies as they became one. They collapsed against each other seconds apart, clinging tightly as they pulsed and exploded, tightened and vibrated.

“I—” Harlan breathed out, her face pressed to his neck, breathing in his scent as she rose and fell, riding his chest and feeling his panting breath.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I’m hardly done with you either,” he threatened playfully. “I’m going to show you what your body was made for, and what a man like me can do with something so perfect.”

“It gets better than that?” Harlan asked in sheer disbelief. “What else could there be?”

“Oh honey, that was like an appetizer, the main course will leave you speechless.”

His arms closed in around her as she shifted to lie at his side. “You can’t possibly be real,” she sighed.

“I was just thinking the same thing about you.”