Asher drove fast around the tight curves in the hills as we headed toward his house. We hadn’t even talked about where we were going or what we were going to do. It didn’t need to be said out loud; we both knew what we wanted. I had put all of my annoyance and anger toward him as a result of his absence during the past week behind me. I knew that one night together didn’t give me any kind of claim on him. He hadn’t promised anything and I hadn’t demanded anything. I wasn’t going to make the mistake of getting too attached, but if I had the chance to get more of what I had in his office, I was going to take it.

Asher’s house was smaller than I’d expected, but given the cost of houses in the hills, it was probably still worth a few million dollars. He parked the Jaguar in the driveway and walked around to open my door. He led me by the hand along the short path to the front door. The house was modern – spare but elegant, classy. It was understated, the kind of décor that people who knew would know is expensive.

I licked my lips as he led me straight to the bedroom. I wasn’t in the mood to waste time. I had been feeling a tingling between my legs since dinner, a memory or a reverberation of our last encounter. But when we got into the bedroom, he didn’t throw me onto the bed like I was expecting. He sat down, pulling me down next to him.

“Cora, I need to tell you something.”

My throat tightened a bit. What could he possibly need to tell me that was important enough to interrupt what we were doing? Assuming he was as eager as I was, it must be important. Was he as eager as I was?

“I don’t normally let myself get close to anyone. In fact, I haven’t told any girl I’ve been with about my issues with my family. I don’t know why I have been able to open up to you.”

He shifted on the bed, turning to face me. He seemed uncomfortable, as if he was struggling to find the right thing to say. It wasn’t something I expected to see in him.

“I just need you to know, my life is complicated. I don’t think I can be a normal boyfriend. But I like you, Cora. I really like you.”

I felt a weight leave my shoulders. It sounded like he was just a normal, commitment-phobic guy. Nothing serious to worry about.

“Asher, I like you, too. And I don’t want you to propose to me right now, if ever. Tonight, I just want you.”

I could barely believe the words coming out of my mouth. I felt like my lust was taking over my mind.

Asher looked up, staring deep into my eyes. I could see a hunger there that excited me. He grabbed my shoulders and kissed me, hard. I put my hands on the back of his head, running my fingers through his short, dark hair. He moaned into my mouth as I gripped tightly. He lifted my dress over my head, barely taking enough time away from my lips to slide the thin fabric past. I let go of his hair so I could undo my own bra. I stifled a laugh. I was astounded by my own eagerness. Asher grinned at me as he whipped off his belt. I shrugged out of my bra, feeling my nipples stiffen from a combination of the excitement and the cool air.

Asher stood up from the bed and quickly removed his shirt. I looked up at him in amazement. It was like looking at a marble sculpture, except instead of cool, hard stone it was made of hot, living flesh. The hardness, though, that was the same.

I should have felt intimidated or uncomfortable somehow. He was standing there with this perfect body, not an ounce of fat anywhere. But as I sat there, I could feel all the imperfections of my own body. I rarely felt bad about how I looked, but I knew there were little folds and rolls when I sat down, places where things weren’t as tight as they could be. But the way that Asher looked at me, I didn’t feel at all uncomfortable. I felt wanted. I felt desired.

I reached out to undo his pants, fumbling at first to get the button off, and then slowly pulling the zipper down. His pants dropped to the floor, and then he was there in just a tight-fitting pair of boxer briefs. I stared. Clearly the temperature of his skin wasn’t the only place he differed from a Greek statue. It was huge.

I ran my hand along its whole length, feeling it give a little jump as I got to the tip. I snatched my hand back, surprised, as if it were some living thing with a mind of its own. I heard Asher laugh and looked up into his smiling eyes. Without breaking eye contact, I hooked my fingers around the waistband of his briefs and pulled them slowly down. When his erection finally sprang free, it was even bigger than it had looked and felt before. I reached out to touch it, but he caught my hand.

“Later,” he whispered.

He lifted me up onto my feet and knelt down to pull my panties down. As he raised himself back up, he ran his nose up between my thighs. I gave a little involuntary shudder. Standing close against me, I could feel the heat coming off his body. He placed one of his hands behind my head, holding me in place while he kissed my neck. His other hand drifted down, passing my navel, and coming to rest on my left hip. He put a little pressure on it, turning me to the side. Then he slid his hand toward my center, cupping me. The heat and pressure almost made my knees buckle before he even started moving.

Without stopping the barrage of kisses on my neck, he started to slowly move his hand back and forth. The heel of his palm was pressed tightly against my clitoris while his fingers spread my lips apart, drawing out the wetness. I could barely keep my feet. I lowered myself onto his hand, grinding into him. I reached down with my right hand and wrapped it around his cock for support. He grunted. If I thought he was hard before, the reaction I got from taking hold of him soon showed me I was wrong. It swelled under my hand.

That same moment, he slid one of his fingers inside me. I let out a little squeak. I began to pull my hand back and forth on him, matching his rhythm.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he growled into my ear. “I need to be inside you.”

He reached down into his pants and pulled out a condom. I hopped back onto the bed and stretched myself out languidly. I was excited, but a little nervous. I had never been with a guy as big as Asher.

Asher got the condom out of its wrapper, knelt onto the bed, his manhood pointing straight out and a little up, like the prow of a ship jutting proudly. I took the condom from him and rolled it down along his shaft, hand over hand. Man, it was big. Not just long, but thick.

“Asher, go slow, ok?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, it’s, well, it’s bigger than I am used to.”

He laughed and smiled.

“Don’t girls always say that?”

I arched an eyebrow at him.

“Maybe to you, because it’s true.”

“Ok, then. Slow it is.”

And he leaned over me, pushing me down onto the pillows and moving his hips between my legs. I ran one of my hands along his shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles as he held himself above me. I used my other hand to guide his cock to its destination. When I felt the tip press up against me, my muscles tightened briefly. He hesitated. I wanted him inside so bad. I gripped the base of his cock tightly and pulled him forward, rocking my hips up to give him maximum access.

He came in slowly and I felt myself being pushed apart. Little spasms tightened and relaxed. He kept coming, deeper and deeper until I felt like there must not be any more room. But there was. Finally, I felt his hips press against my body. Then he started pulling out and pushing in, little movements, just rotating his hips. I moaned ecstatically. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Each thrust was a little longer, a little harder. I was so wet.

I could hear his breathing get deeper, more intense. Moans of pleasure like growls resonated in his chest. He began driving harder, pulling out most of his enormous length and then slamming back into me, pushing me into the soft mattress. His pelvis rubbed against my clitoris, sending regular, rhythmic jolts of pleasure throughout my body. I wasn’t going to last much longer.

He leaned back, angling his thrusts so the head of his cock rubbed against a little cluster of pleasure inside of me. At the same time, he took his hand, rested it just above my pubic bone, and began making circles around my clit with his thumb. It was too much.

Waves of pleasure broke over me. I could feel myself convulse and shudder. I could feel him inside of me as my muscles began to tremor and quake. My vision went blurry and my legs went numb. But he kept going. I struggled to catch my breath.

I had never had multiple orgasms before. Most guys I had been with, I hadn’t even had one.

Asher pulled himself out completely for a moment, but before I had the chance to protest, he put one of his powerful hands on my hip and flipped me on my stomach. He grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me toward him. He slid in easily this time. I took a mouthful of sheets to stifle my cry of pleasure. If possible, it felt like he was penetrating even deeper.

After what felt like long minutes, but may have just been a few seconds, he pulled me upright, holding me against his chest with his hands on my breasts. I reached behind my head to grab a fistful of his hair. I let my other hand fall down between my legs. I held it there, feeling his cock sliding in and out. I heard him groan from the unexpected sensation. But I could feel another orgasm building and I couldn’t resist. I used my free hand to pleasure myself.

“I love you, Cora,” he whispered in my ear.

The orgasm shattered me, sending electric bolts of ecstasy across my body. I heard a deep moan behind me as Asher’s pace quickened suddenly. Then he thrust himself powerfully, deep inside me, burying his massive cock to the hilt. I felt it quiver and pulse inside me.

We both collapsed on the bed.