I grasped his hand and dragged him through to the bedroom without a second thought. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I wasn’t totally convinced yet that this wasn’t some hyper-vivid dream—but then, I could have never conjured a man who was this good at getting me off, even in my wildest fantasies.

He pushed me back against the door as soon as we were inside, kissing me again, and I could still taste myself all over his mouth. I couldn’t believe he’d dropped to his knees in front of me and done incredible things to me mere minutes after he’d arrived at the door and confessed his feelings to me. I’d never been with a man who seemed to want me this badly, a man who had no trouble worshipping my body.

I was naked, and he was still fully dressed, and something about that dynamic was turning me on and frustrating me in equal measure. I slipped my hand down between his legs and gripped his cock, finding him hard as a rock and ready for me. He growled against my mouth, making it pretty damn clear he wanted me any way he could have me.

“I need you inside of me,” I breathed into his ear, hungry for him, starving. I had never wanted anyone with the intensity I wanted him at that moment, and it was hard to keep my head straight, to remember everything that had come before this. All that time, all that waiting, and it had all been building to this moment. And it was going to be worth it.

He pushed me down onto the bed, a little rough with his neediness, but I liked it. I squirmed back on to the covers and watched as he stripped himself down. He was strong and muscular, and as he moved on top of me, I reached out to trace the shape of his arms and his chest. I felt his heart racing beneath his skin, a reminder that he wanted this as badly as I did. That we had waited for one another long enough.

“Condom?” he breathed in my ear, and I reached into the bedside cabinet where I had long kept a small box of condoms in the hopes that one day I might get to use them. Well, that day was here, and it had been well worth the wait. I handed him the small foil packet, and he tore it open swiftly, sheathing himself deftly, and then moved over me. I slid my hands over his shoulders, pulling him close, and spread my legs, surprising even myself with how eager I was for this to finally happen. I hadn’t realized until that moment how deeply and truly I’d wanted him all this time, but once he was there in front of me, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was right and this was where the two of us were meant to be all along.

He took his cock into his hand and guided it against my slit. He was bigger than I’d realized, and it took a moment to relax into the feeling of him entering me. But I focused on his face, the way he seemed to be consumed with his desire for me, and soon enough, nothing else in the entire world mattered but this feeling, the movement of his body inside of mine.

“Fuck, Autumn,” he growled as he thrust all the way inside of me. The sound of my name on his lips turned me on more than I expected, and I soon adjusted to the feel of him inside me. It had been a long time since I’d slept with anyone and even longer since I’d felt a desire that ran as deeply and completely as this one. It was a lot to take in, but it was worth it, every second of it.

I hooked my ankles behind his back and drew him in close to me, letting him know without words that I was truly ready for him. He kissed me softly on the mouth as he began to thrust up and inside of me, going slow, letting me savor the sensation of him buried all the way to the hilt.

He felt so big, and I felt so full like the two of us had been made to go together like this. I rocked my hips back to meet him, loving the way he felt inside of me and craving more of it. I wasn’t sure I would ever truly get enough of him. We had waited so long to get to this moment, going back and forth, doubting ourselves and our feelings and our attraction, that I had all this tension built up that needed to be released. And he would be the one I worked it out on.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, leaning down to my ear, so I could feel him say the words as well as hear them. I groaned and tipped my hips back a little, taking him deeper, as deep as I could, as hard as he could have me. I couldn’t get over how good this felt, how natural and obvious—and how long we’d waited to get to this. How had we held back when this had been waiting for us all along? I flashed back briefly to the dream I’d had a few days before and wondered if it had been my body growing impatient with my doubt and pushing me toward him once and for all.

Another orgasm built deep within me, catching me off guard, as I normally didn’t come more than once in a session. But then, the way he touched me, the way he’d eaten me out, he’d made it clear that my pleasure was as important to him as his was, and I was more relaxed knowing I didn’t have anything to prove. I clenched my jaw and moved against him, meeting him with every thrust, craving him, needing him.

And then it hit me, the orgasm washing over my body like a wave of relief. The tension seeped from my muscles, and I did my best to keep hanging onto him, to hold him close to me, to surround myself greedily with as much of him as I could get. I never wanted this to end, never wanted the two of us to be apart again.

He moved into me a few more times as the pleasure burst and crested, and a few moments later, he reached his own climax, finishing with a groan and a thrust up to the hilt in my pussy. He held himself there for a long time as though he felt the same way I did—unwilling to pull apart, to admit this encounter was over, and to face up to all the other questions that had come once we had, well, come.

He slid out of me, disposed of the condom in the trash can next to my bed, and then settled back down into the covers with a long sigh of satisfaction. I bit my lip as I watched him. I still couldn’t quite believe he was there, sitting across from me, this man who I’d waited so long for without realizing that’s what I was doing.

“I suppose you should let your date know that tonight’s not going ahead, huh?” I poked his arm playfully.

“Guess so,” he agreed, going to grab his phone from his pocket and firing off a swift text. I felt a little bad, but she wouldn’t have been waiting too long—and it was hard to feel guilty when I’d just had some of the best sex of my entire life. The bed felt empty until he leaned back into the pillow, still bare ass naked, sprawled across my sheets as though he’d always known he belonged there.

I lay down next to him and watched him for a long moment. I didn’t know what to say. I’d never been great at pillow talk.

“I don’t know how to say this,” I admitted, figuring it was best to shoot for honesty in a situation like this one. “But… what happens now?”

He turned to me, and his eyes were soft and yielding in a way I had never seen them before. I wondered, briefly, how long it had been since he’d shared this kind of intimacy with anyone else. He looked totally at peace, as though everything in the world was as it should be in that moment. I couldn’t help but smile.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” I hesitated. I was so worried about saying or doing the wrong thing, coming out with something sensationally stupid that was going to ruin what a perfect night this had been so far.

“I mean, what are things between us now?” I wondered aloud. “You ditched your date for me.”

“I only agreed to that damn date because I’d talked myself into believing I didn’t deserve to be with someone like you.” He took my hand and brushed his mouth along the knuckles, making me shiver.

“I think I can change your mind about that.” I smiled, a little fluttery. He smiled back at me.

“You’re the only one I want to be with,” he promised me, stretching his arm out to encourage me to snuggle into his chest. I hesitated for a moment, though I wanted to do this. I knew that. It was just hard for me to accept it. But I moved into him, pressing my head to his chest, and closed my eyes. This was real. It was happening. I was really here with him, and that was all I needed. He wrapped me in his arms, and I knew that, for at least the rest of this night, everything was going to be fine.