This afternoon, when I was imagining how things would go down between Emma and I tonight, it started out slow, with some bone-melting kisses and me unwrapping her delicious body, piece by piece, pausing to discover, to savor, to taste and tease until she was so hot she was begging me to get her naked faster.

The reality is a whirlwind.

A hurricane.

A brush fire catching and surging out of control.

The second the door closes behind us, we’re on each other like starving people. Our mouths crash together and our tongues wage sweet war as we hurry across the living room, tearing off clothes and letting them fall where they may.

For a moment, as we stumble through the door to her bedroom, where pale lamplight illuminates a four-poster bed, I flirt with the idea of slowing down. We could take a beat, take a breath. I could take the wheel and set a more sustainable pace. But before I can act on my good intentions, Emma has stepped out of her jeans and is back in my arms, kissing me like she intends to devour me from the mouth down, and I’m lost.

Lost in her heat, her fire.

Her…other things that are hot that I can’t remember right now because her shirt is over her head and her breasts are in my hands, covered by only the thinnest white lace. I’m so close to having her nipples in my mouth it’s impossible to think of anything else.

“I want to kiss you here.” I brush my thumbs over her tight tips as her knees hit the edge of the mattress.

“Yes, please,” she says as I shove my jeans to the floor and she pops the clasp on her bra. I lunge out of my pants, and we tumble to the bed, her pinned beneath me as I draw her bra down her arms then cup her breasts in my hands.

They are twin handfuls of pure feminine softness, topped by pale pink nipples already pulled tight for me. I circle first one with my tongue, and then the other, licking and biting, making her squirm before I suck her deep, tugging with rhythmic pulls until she groans, an abandoned sound that makes my cock throb.

“Yes, oh please.” She fists her hands in my hair, hanging on tight as I transfer my attention to her other breast, treating it to the same sweet torture.

I keep at it until she writhes against me, clearly desperate for more. Only then do I slide my hand down the front of her panties.

When I reach that sweet promised land and feel how ready she is for me, my breath rushes out. “God, Emma, you’re so wet.”

“I want you so much.” She moans against my lips as I kiss her again, fucking her mouth with my tongue as my fingers thrust into her heat.

She spreads her legs wider in response, shamelessly lifting into my hand, giving me a preview of how incredible it’s going to be to be inside her. My heart stops for a beat, only to jerk back into motion as she reaches down, rubbing my erection through the thin cotton of my boxer briefs.

“Please, I’m ready.” She pushes my underwear lower on my hips, setting my cock free, making my breath catch as her cool hand strokes my fever-hot length. “I’ve been ready since last night. I’m dying to feel you inside me.”

“We don’t have to rush,” I say, even as I strip my boxers down my legs so fast you would think they were on fire. By the time I’ve kicked them to the floor, she’s wiggled out of her white lace panties, too, revealing the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.

Truly, the absolute prettiest. A total heart-stopper.

I bring trembling hands to her inner thighs, cursing as I take her in by the soft lamp light. She is so delicate, so finely made, and so wet that the salty, sexy heat of her rises all around me, making it impossible to resist the need to get my mouth between her legs.

She gasps as I slide lower on the bed. “Oh, no, I don’t usually—”

Before she can finish, I lean in, teasing my tongue through her slickness to circle her clit, and her words end in a sharp inhale. Then a moan. And then a cry of surprised pleasure as I cup her breasts in my hands and angle my mouth, playing with her nipples as I draw my top lip over my teeth and roll the softened hardness over her clit again and again as my tongue strokes deep inside her.

I take her, claim her, prove to her that she can trust me to deliver, to ensure she never leaves my bed unsatisfied.

Emma cries out once, twice, before the third cry breaks into a long, low moan-whimper-gasp as her thighs begin to tremble on either side of my face. She comes hard, flooding my mouth with the primal taste of her, making it impossible to hold off another second.

I have to be inside her—now—or I’m going to come the next time she touches me. I surge over her, claiming her mouth as my hand instinctively reaches toward the nightstand.

But we’re not at my place, and there is no condom waiting to be rolled on before I slide inside this woman locking her legs around my waist and rocking her slick pussy against my cock. This is all there is—her and me and all the heat raging between us, making me feel like my heart is going to burst as I fit the head of my cock to her entrance.

Gritting my teeth, I pull back, fighting for control as I meet Emma’s gaze, muscles clenching tighter as I see her parted lips and glazed eyes. She looks sexy as hell fresh from coming on my mouth. It’s all I can manage not to sink into her that very second, but some sickly chivalrous part of me has to make sure, to give her one last chance to change her mind.

“You’re sure this is what you want?” I force the words out as a bead of sweat rolls down the side of my face, testimony to how hard I’m working to hold back.

To wait. To resist.

“More than anything,” she says, without a hint of doubt. “Inside me, Dylan. Now. Please.”

I don’t make her ask twice. I push forward, sinking into her, chest aching as her slick heat grips me tight. God, she’s so fucking tight. And she feels so insanely good, wild and sensual as she rocks into me, taking every inch of my cock, transporting me to some previously unknown level of carnal heaven.

Sex is almost always good and often great, but this…

This is magic.

This is paradise.

This is going to ruin me for fucking with condoms for the rest of my life.

But I’m too far gone for the realization to bring me down. I’m too busy tasting Emma, feeling her, stroking inside her until she cries out against my mouth and comes for me again, so hard it takes my breath away. From that first contraction, the first clench of her body around my throbbing length, I know I’m a goner.

But instead of pulling out—the way I feared I might if last minute second-thoughts got the better of me—I pump harder, faster, driving into her so deep that as I finally thrust forward, coming with a groan, my balls are pulsing against the seam of her ass.

And then I’m lost, my release hitting so hard I’m no longer in control.

It’s like losing traction on black ice. One second I’m behind the wheel, making things happen, the next I’m sliding out, stomach lurching and head spinning. The pleasure is so intense my vision blurs. Suddenly, I’m unable to see, to focus on anything but the bliss spreading from my balls to every inch of my body, spiraling on and on, pulsing through my every cell as my cock jerks inside Emma.

By the time the pleasure is nearly finished with me, she’s coming a third time, crying out, “The best ever! The best in the entire world,” and I know we won’t be sleeping much tonight.

As soon as we’ve caught our breath, she looks up at me and says, “More, please?” with a smile that is such a perfect mixture of naughty and sweet I can’t help but laugh.

And then I give the lady more.

And more.

Until I’ve lost track of how many times we’ve both come. All I know is that as we drift off to sleep deep in the heart of that night, heavy in each other’s arms, I’m happier than I’ve been in a long, long time.

I may be sorry later—I know that—but right now, I can’t bring myself to regret one second of this absolutely perfect night.