His erection jutted hard against his suit pants, and with ease, he popped the button and slid the zipper. His pants were a puddle on the floor. Now, he was just in boxer briefs, and then those were gone, too. My eyes bulged slightly when I got a good look at him. He was…he was…wow, well endowed. Maybe this was the real reason for all the warm-up. Not that I was complaining. Not in the least.

For a second, I recognized that the song had changed. “Lay Me Down” by Sam Smith replaced whatever had come before it, and I knew that I’d never hear the song the same after this.

He popped open the drawer of the nightstand and produced a condom.

“I…I have one,” I offered. It felt like the right thing to do.

“Next time,” he said with a grin that melted me back into the sheets.

He slipped the condom on and then crawled forward until he was hovering over me. My body tensed, waiting and wondering. My nerves, which had shattered under his tongue, were back. But he just pressed my hair back and brought his lips down onto mine.

“See how good you taste?” he asked.

I laughed. “You like how I taste?”

“I could eat you all day.”

I felt the first touch of him against my opening and gasped. He wasn’t even inside me, and already, he felt good.

Oh dear god!

“I love all the noises you make,” he said, kissing his way back down my neck. Then, his dick ran up and down between my slick folds. My eyes slammed closed. “So vocal.”

“Am-am I?” I squirmed under him in response, wanting him inside me so desperately. Maybe I should want to wait, but here in this moment, I wanted nothing more than him.

“I want to hear you scream,” he breathed in my ear.

His dick pressed forward inside me. Just the tip. Easing his way in slow and steady. Taking his time to savor me. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out already. Between his movements, the throbbing in my pussy, and the dirty talk in my ear, I was a wanton woman, ready for whatever he was going to give me.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Oh fuck, Nat.”

“Yes,” I said.

I pushed my body upward, trying to get more of him inside me, but he grasped my hip in his hand and held me down. I tightened around him hard and tried to shift for more. Tried to ease the ache building inside me. He pulled back and then pushed just the tip in again.

“You’re so tight. So fucking tight. Shit.”

“Please,” I heard myself beg. “Please, Penn.”

I’d lost all semblance of self-control.

He reached out and grabbed my arm, holding it tight over my head. Control was completely given over to him, and I didn’t even want it back.

He kissed the tip of my nose. “Open your eyes.”

They slowly fluttered open to meet his big blue eyes. Then, as he stared deep into my eyes, he thrust forward into me. I might have been tight, but I was soaking wet from two orgasms, and he met little resistance from me. Just pushed forward until he was balls deep inside me.

He rested his forehead forward onto my shoulder. “Forget Aristotle and Plato, this is all the philosophy I need.”

My hand tightened around his, and my knees came up to his sides as I felt the full pressure of him buried deep. Then, he lifted his chin, captured my lips once more, and started moving.

Everything faded into the background. There was just me and Penn. The quick yet unhurried movements as our bodies slapped together over and over again. The heated gazes that spoke volumes. The warmth that was suffusing my entire body unlike anything I’d ever experienced in my life. This was a first for me, and I was almost fucking certain nothing else would ever compare. I had no frame of reference, but it felt impossible to consider anyone else would worship me like him.

He sat up and hitched one of my legs over his shoulder. Then, he started the rhythm even faster. My eyes bulged at the depth he reached each time he bottomed out inside me.

“So deep,” I groaned. “Oh my god! Oh god!”

“Too deep?” he asked with a conspiratorial smirk.

“No.”

“Should I slow down?” He proceeded to ease out of me so dangerously slow that I thought I’d combust, and then he went back in one millimeter at a time.

“Dear god, no, don’t stop,” I begged.

“Faster, love? Is that what you want?”

I whimpered.

“Rougher?”

I clenched all around him. I couldn’t believe I was even holding on. I was right on the edge. Everything felt like it was going to collapse at any second.

“Please.” He must have seen where I was because he smiled. “Please.”

He obliged. He finished his slow pull out, and then he thrust hard, fast, and deep into me. I cried out. And he did it again and again and again. Until those screams he’d requested burst from my mouth, and I exploded.

Spots filled my vision. I hit the ceiling and floated back down to earth on cloud nine. Everything felt like I was swimming. Barely in my body as I hovered over it all. And I didn’t really want to come back to reality. I wanted to stay in this moment of satisfaction forever.

Penn thrust twice more inside me, and then I felt him finish along with me. He grunted his own euphoria as he came deep inside me. He collapsed forward over me. The force of his orgasm knocking him over. Then, when he finally finished, we both lay, panting from exertion. Sweat lined our bodies, and it didn’t even matter.

I reached out and gently ran my fingers through his dark hair. I felt like I’d just run a marathon and could probably sleep for the next twenty-four hours. He nearly purred at my touch. He clearly liked getting his hair played with.

He kissed my shoulder once and then withdrew. I gasped at the absence of him. How I’d felt so full, and now, I felt so bereft. It was definitely too soon for more. I already felt sore, but damn, maybe it would be worth it.

He removed the condom and strode into the bathroom to clean up. I followed suit when he was finished. Then, I came back into his room and sprawled out next to him. He didn’t say anything as he lay against my stomach.

“I can still feel your body pulsing,” he said.

I blushed. Despite all we’d done, talking about it, when we weren’t in the heat of it, embarrassed me.

“That would be because of you.”

He kissed my stomach. “You’re welcome.”

I laughed. “Cocky much?”

“Confident,” he corrected.

I slid my fingers through his hair again. “I wish we’d met earlier this summer.”

“Don’t leave then.”

“What?” I asked in surprise.

“School doesn’t start until after Labor Day. I’m here until then. You could stay with me.”

Fuck did I want that. But I couldn’t imagine, in any universe, anyone in my life being okay with that. My parents would pitch a fit. Amy would drag my ass onto that plane tomorrow. I wanted to stay, but I knew I couldn’t. Still…I didn’t want to break the fairy tale.

“Maybe I will.”

“We’ll figure it out tomorrow,” he said, kissing me again. “We have something else to do tonight.”

“Oh, yeah? We didn’t see enough of Paris already?”

He slid back up my body, kissing every inch of me as he made his way to my lips. Then, he flipped me over so that I was on top of him. His erection jutted up between us. My body already pulsed at its nearness again.

“I was thinking, round two,” he said. His hand slid between my thighs and caressed my clit. “You on top this time.”