I couldn't hold back. Between the wine and the food and the way he looked at me, I knew I was in trouble the second I sat down on his couch. The way his heated hand wrapped around my wrist. The way his words commanded what he expected of me in such a loving manner. I was a goner the second I decided to have yet another glass of wine. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me into his lap. His lips crashed against mine, tasting the wine still on my lips. I raked my hands through his thick hair, destroying his perfect part as his hands fell to my ass.

I slid my fingertips down his face, tracing the line of his jaw. They fluttered down his neck and traced the slope of his strength until I got to the buttons of his shirt. He slid my dress up my thighs, and electricity shot through my legs. I whimpered into his mouth and felt him grin against me as my fingers slowly popped his buttons open.

I slid his shirt from his shoulders and kissed down his cheek, making my way to his exposed skin.

His hands found my zipper, and slowly he worked it down to my lower back. I nibbled at his collarbone, my hands traveling down his chest. I slid my hands underneath his undershirt, pulling it off his shoulders so I could feel him. His broad chest was etched with muscles defined by years of weight lifting. His abs rolled, thick with rings around them as they flexed against my heat. I pressed my lips to his pulse point, feeling his fingertips effortlessly unhook my bra.

Then his hands fisted my ass and he picked me up from the couch.

I kissed every part of him I could find as he walked me to the staircase. Up the stairs. Down the hallway. My back burst through the large double doors at the end of the hallway before he pressed me into something cold. I gasped, feeling his lips traveling down my neck. He sucked at my pulse point as my clothes spilled down my arms while my legs wrapped tightly around him. I felt his cock growing, pulsing to life between my legs as his hands explored my skin. Fire sparked in my toes as I rolled my hips, seeking any sort of friction he would give me.

He smiled into the crook of my neck, his nose nuzzling the red welt he’d left behind.

He thrust up into me, pulling a gasp from my lips. His hand came up and palmed my breast as fabric continued to slide down my body. I felt beautiful, sexy, gorgeous for the first time in years. My body moved with his as our foreheads connected, our breaths intermingling and filling me with a desire I couldn't explain away. He peeled me away from the wall and settled me down on his bed, on the silken sheets of his four-poster bed with curtains that hung down from the rafters.

“Ryan,” I said breathlessly.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are to me, Kylie.”

I groaned at the sound of my name falling from his lips. He slid down my body, taking my clothes with him as he stripped me clean of my barriers. He guided my legs over his shoulders, situating himself between my thighs as I ran my hand through his hair. He covered my skin with kisses, nibbled on the mounds of excess I had on my inner thighs. He massaged my ass and pulled me to him to feast upon, and the second his tongue dipped in, I arched.

He found my clit instantly, and my body filled with nefarious desire.

“Oh, Ryan,” I said.

“Mm-hm,” he hummed into my body.

“Oh my gosh. That tongue.”

“Oh yes,” he said darkly. “Talk to me, beautiful. Tell me what you want.”

“Right, to the right. There. Harder, Ryan. Oh, yeah,” I said. “Left. To the left. Left, left—shit!”

My back arched into his lips as he grinned into me, his tongue lapping at my body. My hands curled into his hair as I spread myself for him. Wantonly. Willingly. With pleasure coursing through my veins. His tongue found spaces I didn’t know to exist. Electrical jolts rocked my body as my eyes screwed shut. I gasped, whimpered, groaned his name. My heels dug into his rippling back as he pulled me closer, my arousal coating his cheeks.

I felt myself dripping onto the bed as I bucked into his lips.

“Right there. Right there, Ryan. Don’t stop. Don’t move. Don’t change a…a…”

My back arched off the bed and he pulled me closer to him. I rocked side to side, trying to get my hips away from his face. It was too much. So much. Way too much for me. And yet he anchored me to him while his tongue kept flicking my clit. My hands fell from his hair and twisted into the sheets. I tugged at them to try to get away. My body screamed no but my mind screamed more, and soon colors sizzled in my vision as he threw me over the edge again.

“Ry…an…”

I could hardly choke out his name as my second orgasm barreled over me.

I dropped to the bed, listening as he licked me clean. He sucked my pussy folds and drank me down while massaging my hips. I gasped for air, heaved for it as he kissed up my body. He left wet imprints behind as he found his face at my breasts, and he stopped to pay them some attention. I felt a wet spot against his pants, right where the head of his cock was.

The only thing I could think about was having him inside me.

His lips wrapped around my nipple and coaxed it into a painful peak. I felt him reach down and undo the buckle of his pants, sliding away the rest of his layers. The fabric fell to the floor, and not one single barrier kept me from him.

He teased my nipples until I shook against him, until my juices dripped heavier into the bed. He settled between my legs, grunting at the heat that met his pelvis. Our eyes connected, and I watched his beautiful blue stare darken. I watched black take over his vision as he reached down, guiding the tip of his cock into me.

Then he slammed in, and my entire world spiraled.

I bucked against him, clung to him with all my might as he wrapped his arms around me. He thrust against me, burying his thick, juicy cock into my wetness. I bit down on his shoulder and then cried out into the expanse of his bedroom. He reached out and grabbed the headboard of his bed, gaining leverage as he pounded into me. My legs hiked up. My hands gripped his chiseled ass cheeks. I rolled him deeper. I opened myself up to his assault.

I couldn't take my eyes off his beauty.

Every part of him rippled. Every vein that bulged from his skin beckoned to my tongue. I slid my hands up his washboard abs and dug into the muscles of his chest. My legs wrapped back around him, my heels pressing into the small of his back.

Then he pulled away from my body and flipped me over, raising my hips up in the air.

He wrapped his hand in my long locks and pulled my head from the bed. Then he slid into me and snapped against my body. I needed him. I wanted more of him. I reached back and wrapped my hand around his wrist just to connect another part of myself to him. He grunted with his efforts, groaned every time my pussy fluttered around him. I grounded myself and pushed back into him as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

“Ryan. Oh, fuck. I can’t… Please, let me…”

“Not like this,” he said as he stopped. “Not like this.”

I furrowed my brow as he pulled out from within me again, but this time he gathered me in his arms. He carried me across the room before my back hit that cold surface again. And I had enough conscious thought to realize where I was. He had me against the glass French doors that led to his private balcony.

He was showing me off to the world.

His hands pinned mine above my head and our lips connected. My legs wrapped around him, holding him close to me as I moaned into his lips. He rolled his hips, slicking his cock in my juices before dipping his knees. He aimed the head of his dick right at my entrance and came back up, sinking into me one last time.

And then I felt it.

“Oh shit!”

I jumped back into the glass as he slid right past that beautiful spot.

“What was that?” he asked.

I panted for air, my pussy molding around his cock. Tears rushed my eyes. My body spiraled out of control. I dug my heels into him, pulling him deeper as I whimpered for more. He dug into me before pulling out, and when he inched his way in, a tear trickled down my cheek.

“You feel so good,” I said brokenly. “I don’t know why you—”

He captured my lips in a kiss before I could finish my statement.

He stroked me tenderly, slowly, until my body was drenched in sweat. The electricity was too much. All my muscles ached. My legs had grown weak and dangled helplessly around him. I served no purpose except for him to kiss and fuck. Sweat dripped between the valleys of the breasts he’d marked with his lips and drenched the hair he fisted to expose my neck. My nails curled into the backs of his hands as a helpless plea fell from my mouth.

“I can’t take it anymore, Ryan. Please.”

My eyes fluttered open, and I found his gaze, watching as a grin fell upon his cheeks.

“As you wish,” he said.

As if an animal had been released from its cage, he began his assault. I cried out in pleasure with every stroke. He filled me so fully, so completely. He grazed along that spot effortlessly and without a second thought. My body shook. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I felt condensation form on the glass he had me pinned to, and hopefully it fogged until no one from the outside could see what was going on. I shivered. My jaw shook. My muscles clenched and my pussy fluttered around his cock.

“Yes, Ryan. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please, Ryan! Don’t stop! I beg you! Don’t fucking stop!”

My head crashed against the glass and my eyes screwed shut. I heard him groan and grunt as his hips stuttered. My pussy milked him for all he had as he spilled within me, pinning me to the French doors as his body weakened against mine. Hot threads of cum painted my walls. My legs fell from his body. I pressed my cheek to the side of his head, feeling him kiss me repeatedly as his forehead rested against my shoulder.

“Kylie,” he said. “My sweet, beautiful Kylie.”

I sighed as my orgasm released my body and I melted into the strength Ryan had to bestow upon me.

I stayed there, pinned between his body and the glass, until he had the strength to pull me from it. Then he stumbled us over to his bed and we dropped down. I panted for air as sweat coated my body. I felt our intermingled juices running from between my legs. Ryan’s arm was slung over my waist as he gazed at me, his eyes dancing along the profile of my features.

“I need to get dressed,” I said in a whisper.

“Why?” Ryan asked.

I somehow found the strength to lob my head to the side so I could gaze into his eyes.

“Because I have to go.”

“You said so yourself. This isn’t where the real romance lies,” he said.

“I can’t possibly stay with you, Ryan. Not after this.”

His arms wrapped around me and pulled me close to his body, and I found myself curling into him. He slid our bodies underneath the covers and settled us against the pillows. My leg hooked around his as he ran his fingers through my hair. I was going to fall asleep if he continued that. I’d close my eyes and be unable to move until the next morning.

And I did. I fell asleep with the last of his words echoing off the corners of my mind: “Let the sunlight give us our moment, Kylie. We deserve at least that.”