When I fall for a girl, I fall hard.

Emphasis on the hard.

But normally, I don’t fall fast. Maybe it’s my military training, but I always find myself examining all the possible angles and outcomes before I dive headfirst into a romantic situation.

Falling this fast wasn’t something I expected.

There’d been girls in my past—quite a few of them. But none that inspired me to these heights of lunacy—waiting ten dates without any sex.

With a girl as sexy as Krista, it’s enough to drive a man completely insane. Yesterday, after she came—I felt her breath two inches from my face—she collapsed in exhaustion.

Of course I wanted to fuck her.

Of course I wanted nothing more than to relieve the thick hard on bursting beneath my jeans.

She slept so sweetly, so softly, though—and she eased my own tension just by snuggling into me, so I watched her as she slept on the couch. Listened to her breathe. Took time to run my hands through her dark brown hair without her knowing.

However, I’m only a man. And even after my morning MMA workout with Axel, I still haven’t relieved the tension I’ve been feeling—I’m basically walking around my house with a half-boner.

Not sure if you’ve ever tried it, but it’s quite uncomfortable.

After my workout I throw on jeans and a zip hoodie, then head down to Krista’s place on the second floor. I knock. No answer. I check my watch and wonder where she’s at if we have our late-lunch slash early-dinner meetup starting soon. I suppose I’m a little early.

I head back up to my place, and the heat’s already kicked in for the fall. My place is basically an oven, it’s gotta be seventy-five degrees inside. I leave the door open, kick off my shoes, and get a drink of water.

I blankly stare out the window at my neighbors. A cute little kid about four years old plays soccer with his uncle in the tiny city backyard. I know it’s his uncle because I’ve chatted with the family before. I’ve also seen the ugliness that happens when his biological dad comes and visits—drunk off his ass—and complains about his lack of visitations.

I exhale. Coming around in that state is no way to get quality time with your kid. Still, I find myself wondering where the father went wrong, how he got kicked out.

Was it just old fashioned cheating?

Or did he have some unforgivable secret his wife couldn’t handle?

I shudder at that one. I wonder if Krista—if she knew everything about me, all about my past—could truly handle me.

I’ve kept that part of me locked in a box—literally—and I don’t see myself opening up about it anytime soon. No one needs to see that dark side of me anymore. It’s over and done with.

I turn and lean against the my sink, rubbing my face. I look down, and I’ve still got a rocking boner. I really need to get rid of this.

Think of anything besides Krista, I tell myself. Think of something inanimate. I look at my glass. Good. Glass. I feel my erection start to subside slightly. I take another drink of my water swallowing it all the way down, then turn around and put it in the sink. Sink.

Remember when you saw Krista bend over against the sink yesterday, and you damn near said ‘fuck it’ to the Ten Date Rule before you’d even got started on your first date?

Once I’ve got the image of Krista firmly in my mind, I can’t stop the following waterfall of thoughts.

I picture her in those pretty, tight jeans she was wearing yesterday as I walk up to her and grab her hips from behind. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her back gently, trailing kisses down her exposed nape.

My cock presses on my jeans, threatening to burst them at the seams.

Screw this. I need some sweet relief.

I walk over to my couch, sit down, unbutton and unzip my jeans.

Might as well get comfortable if this is happening.

I freeballed today, so I pull out my throbbing cock, releasing it from its cage.

Holy shit I’m hard.

I stroke myself long and slow, starting at the base and getting all the way up to the head. With my left hand, I mind the balls. I close my eyes.

On the movie screen of my mind, I see the scene unfolding before me. Krista appears, and she’s wearing a short, tight black skirt. Slowly, she disrobes, letting the straps down off her shoulders, and shimmying out of her clothing.

She hasn’t been wearing any bra or panties. Easy access per my instructions to her.

My eyes still closed, my fantasy takes hold.

Krista’s naked in front of me, her beautiful olive-colored skin before me in all it’s nude glory. I stand up, still stroking my cock.

“Turn around so I can put these on you,” I order, holding up a pair of cuffs in my free hand.

She nods, obeying wordlessly. Spinning for me, she presents her wrists and I cuff her, putting her wrists behind her back.

“Are you ready to be my toy?” I whisper in her ear.

“Yes,” she mutters, and I guide her to the couch. She gets on all fours on the couch, and I take the time to run my hands over my prize. I start my kisses on her lower leg, work them up to her thighs, until they land on her ass. I feel her trembling as I work my wet lips over her skin.

Just then, I hear a noise in real life, in my apartment, and I’m brought back to consciousness.

I glance toward the door, and Krista’s eyes are wide and her jaw open as she stares. Right. At. My. cock.

“I thought we could make food in your apartment for change,” she coughs, bags of groceries sliding down her arms. “Oh my God. Do you always leave the door open when you’re…”

“All worked up?” I ask with a cocky smile.

She closes the door, then refocuses on me as I stroke my hard length. “It’s your fault, you know.”

I’m in a trance, my eyelids half-open as Krista glides toward me. Is this a dream?

“My fault?” she mutters, eyes still on me.

“Yeah,” I smirk. “You got me all worked up yesterday. But I’m trying to play within the rules.”

I lean into the couch, stroking it as she stands in front of me. Her dress falls almost to her knees, a dark blue dress with white polkadots.

“It’s only fair. You got to to see me yesterday,” she breathes.

“Do you like to watch me?” I ask, still stroking slowly.

“Yes.”

“What do you like about it?”

“It’s so big. I think about how it would make me feel.”

“That’s hot. Really hot. Come closer.”

She takes another step toward me and I can feel the warmth of her body close to me.

“I want to help you,” she mutters.

My breath intensifies, pleasure shooting through me when the vibrations of her soft, sexy voice hit me.

“Talk dirty to me,” I growl, repeating the line she’d said yesterday. “And get out of that dress.”

She licks her lips and knees down between my legs.

“I haven’t talked dirty before.”

“Try.”

Her mouth hangs open as she stares, inches from me.

“I can’t wait until the ten dates is up, and I’m going finally give you the best blow job you’ve had in your life.”

“Oh God,” I mutter, feeling my spine tingle with pleasure.

“And if you’re lucky, I might finish you off with these.”

She takes down her dress to reveal her ample breasts, covered only by her black lace bra.

“Would you like that?” She breathes, lifting one eyebrow.

“Fuck yeah, I would.”

“Mmm it’s so hot to watch you like this,” she utters, and places her hands on my thighs. Her touch pushes me almost over the edge.

“Getting so close,” I mutter.

She smiles. “Let me help you get all the way.”

Reaching her hands behind her back, she unsnaps her bra and lets her breasts hang free. Her eyes flash toward me.

“Damn you’re dirty,” I mutter. “My dirty girl.”

“Do you like it when I’m dirty?”

“Love it,” I manage to say. Because when she she presses her breasts into my legs, I lose it.

It’s Krista’s sexy scent. It’s her glossy lips. It’s her confidence to say yes to me and my craziness when she walks in on me like this.

Our eyes lock. There’s awe in hers, and need in mine. I feel no shame in this act, just heat.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Fuck yes, Krista.”

Her chest heaves. “You’re making me wet,” she mutters.

Her pouty, sexy lips send me over the edge.

“Gonna come,” I growl.

“Come on my tits,” she whispers.

I pump faster, shifting my hips as I heave a groan. I stand up and with Krista holding her gorgeous, soft tits out for me, my toes curl and I come so damn hard, shooting onto her. When I finish, we’re both breathing hard.

In the hottest gesture I’ve ever seen, she touches a bead of cum with her finger and puts it to her lips.

“Not bad. You must have a lot of pineapple in your diet.”