Holy moly, he is so big he stretches and fills even me. I didn’t feel this way even when I lost my virginity. At that second I know, I am forever ruined for any other man.

He tilts his head back into the pillow and grits his teeth, like he’s trying to keep from coming right then and there. I love the effect I have on him. There’s something intoxicating about knowing that he’s so into me he has to fight not to lose control. He feels incredible inside of me, spreading me open so that I am somewhere in that perfect space between pain and pleasure. I lean my head back and part my lips, and he runs his hands up my waist, across my breasts, down my arms.

“You look fucking incredible,” he growls, dragging his nails across my skin and making me squirm.

I begin to rock my hips and back and forth, taking my time, getting used to the feeling of him inside me. It has been such a long time since I have been fucked, really fucked, and never ever like this, but I don’t want to rush. I’d love to make this last all night long if I can.

He lets me set the pace at first, and simply lays there and looks up at me as I ride his cock. I love the feel of his eyes on me, on my breasts. I loved the feeling of his admiring gaze from the moment he spotted me across the room at his gym.

Not once in my life have I felt so desired by someone. Actually, I feel almost drunk on the power of his attention. I begin to bounce up and down on him, pressing my hands into his well-muscled chest and using it as leverage to take him as deep into me as I can. He runs his hand up my back and meshes his fingers in my hair, tugging it back a little to expose my throat, and sits up to run his tongue along my neck as though he’s tasting the most delicious dessert in the world.

And then, and only then, he begins to match my pace.

He’s so strong I have to hang on to him so I don’t get thrown across the bed. I slip my arms around his shoulders as he thrusts into me, matching the pace that I’ve set, his cock deeper in me than anything ever has been before. I have never felt this kind of satisfaction before him. I feel sated, completely and utterly, and realize in an instant that all the other guys I’d been with before this one had never truly appreciated me the way he is.

This man wants every part of me, and he isn’t afraid to let me know and I don’t even know his name. I lean back to kiss him, our tongues dancing as he slows his pace for a moment and lets me roll my hips back and forth. As soon as our mouths part he returns to fucking me hard. I let myself go limp in his arms, allowing him to use me anyway he sees fit, and lightly sink my teeth into the exposed flesh of his shoulder. He growls in pleasure, actually growls, and pushes me backwards onto the bed so that he’s now on top.

I wrap my legs around him, hooking my ankles behind his back and pulling him deep into me, and he needs no more guidance. He sits up, pulling my hips towards him, and his eyes trace up and down my body as he takes me. His tongue flicks out across his lips for a moment, as though he’s considering everything that he’s going to do with me, and then he closes his eyes and tips his head back, jaw clenching once more. I can tell he’s getting close.

I don’t take my eyes from his face. I want to see this, to watch him give in to how much he wants me. I feel my pussy clenching once more, tightening around his cock, and to my surprise realize that I, too, am close again. I reach up and run my hands over his body, forcing myself to remember this moment, this feeling. I have a feeling I’ll be coming back to it a hell of a lot in the future.

“Fuck…” He roars as he thrusts himself into me, deep and hard, one last time.

He comes hard, his entire body shaking, and moments later I find myself in the same place, every inch of me trembling with pleasure as the second orgasm crests and explodes in me. He holds himself inside of me, as though he can’t bear to admit this is over quite yet, as I let my breath return to normal.

I look down and see his cock still buried deep in my pussy, and the sight of us connected like that is enough to send another shiver of desire across my flesh.

He slowly pulls out and disposes of the condom, before crashing back down on the bed next to me. I’m exhausted, and it looks like he is too. I reach out to play with his hair, twirling a strand around my finger, and he looks up at me and grins, wide and cocky.

“Hungry?” he asks, and for a split second my stomach lurches, uncertain if he’s laughing at me. Is he’s using the way I look as some kind of sick joke against me? But there is nothing but sincerity in his eyes, and I shrug, pulling the covers up and around myself.

He frowns. “Don’t hide from me.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” I shake my head. “I don’t want to…” I trail off, not sure what I want to tell him. It isn’t as though he hasn’t seen every inch of me anyway, and yet, for some reason, I still feel as though I need to hold back. As though I want to hold on to the last thread of insecurity, if he sees me like this, outside the throes of desire, he might be disgusted with me the same way James had been.

“But I want to see you, baby,” he says and peels the covers away from around my neck, down my breasts and off my legs.

I say nothing as he deliberately lets his eyes flow down my naked flesh.

“Now open your legs for me,” he orders.

I hesitate for a second, then widen my thighs, and he looks at my swollen pussy with satisfaction, like he’s just landed the hottest woman in the world. Then he drags his eyes back to mine. “Now, before I fuck you again, I asked if you were hungry.”

“I guess so,” I admit, and he rolls out of bed, cockily strutting through the door. I can’t keep the smile off my face then. He’s…he actually wants me to stay. He wants me to stick around, even after we’re done. I hear some rummaging in his kitchen, and he returns a few moments later with a tub of ice-cream in hand. He has a couple of spoons with him, and tosses me one.

“I’ve been craving this all day,” he flops down on the bed next to me and grins widely. I blink at him, a little nervous.

“What’s your name?” I ask, looking at the gorgeous, perfect man sprawled on the bed opposite me who seems nothing but completely comfortable and relaxed in my presence.

“Ace. Ace Stone,” he sticks his hand out, and I take it. “You?”

“Dawn Perry,” I reply, giggling. “Nice to meet you.”

“That was one of the more inspired greetings I’ve come across in my life,” he remarks, unpopping the lid from the ice cream and offering it to me. I try to keep my face from showing my thoughts. If I’d tried to eat ice-cream after sex with James, he would have sat there with a dirty look on his face silently projecting all his hang-ups about me getting fat. I glance at the lid. Full-fat, proper vanilla ice cream. I grin.

Okay, so this is a man totally after my own heart.

I dig my spoon into the container, and scrape a spoonful. I slip it into my mouth and close my eyes. It tastes so good. I struggle to remember the last time I actually ate proper ice cream.

“This is delicious.” I sigh, sucking on the spoon. The coolness of the ice cream after the heat of our bodies next to each other is weirdly erotic. He hasn’t bothered to put any clothes on, but then, if I looked like him I don’t think I’d bother either. He turns to look at me and I suck in a sharp breath.

“Cold?” he asks, brushing his fingers down my arm.

I shake my head. “No,” I breath, shivering at his touch.

He grins. “Hot?”

“A bit.”

He leans in to press a kiss against my collarbone, and his mouth is cold from the ice-cream. It feels good.

“Mmm,” The tiniest moan escapes my lips, and he pounces on that, reading correctly into my reaction. He reaches for the ice cream tub and scoops a small chunk out, bringing it over to me. For a moment, I think he’s about to feed me a bite, but instead he lets the ice cream slip from the spoon and pool in my collarbone.

I close my eyes. Wow, that feels so good. The coolness against the heat of his breath as he leans down to kiss it off me is…fuck, it’s almost too much. I quiver beneath his touch as he slowly takes care of the melting ice cream on my skin. He knows precisely what he’s doing and I am completely helpless to resist him. He brushes his icy lips up my neck and briefly our lips touch again, before he pulls back to grab another scoop of ice cream. This time, he leans forward and drizzles it playfully across my neck, letting the coldness creep down my skin and towards my nipples, which are now standing at full attention…

“Let’s see where else I can cool you down, huh?” He murmurs and before I know it he has dived towards me once more, taking care of the melting drip that curves down over one of my breasts. I lean back and close my eyes. Ice cream and sex? A man after my own heart. And various other parts of me, too. By the time he dribbles cold ice cream on my clit, I’m dizzy with lust. The warm of his mouth latching on to my cold clit is more than I can bear.

I scream.