What doubt Tony’s warning brought to the forefront of my mind about Kat’s true motives vanishes completely as she opens the jewelry box with the necklace I bought her. It’s a large sapphire stone on a chain of white gold.

Her eyes actually mist over as she takes it out of the box. “You bought something so beautiful for me?”

She holds it to her breasts admiring how it falls.

“It reminded me of your eyes,” I tell her. “Though it’s nowhere near as beautiful as them.”

They turn darker as I say it, yet still sparkle like diamonds, but the expression on her face is not something I can read. There’s sadness, but also devotion, and happiness, or something like it, but questions too.

“Put it on for me,” she says, and presents her back, holding her long hair to the side.

If she’s faking how moved she is by my gift, then she’s the best damn actress in the world, and I don’t know jack shit about anything. But I’m pretty good at reading people. She’s not faking.

I kiss her neck once the necklace is on, and she moans, sort of melts into me, inviting me to keep going. So I slide my hands down her back and up under her shirt in the front, cupping her breasts, enjoying her soft, supple skin against mine as I continue kissing her neck, and her shoulders and every other piece of skin I can reach.

Soon, I’m so lost in her softness, her gentle moans, in this moment, that literally nothing else matters.

She leans her head back, rests it on my shoulder and presents me her lips. I kiss them too, playing with her small, shy tongue as it tries to enter my mouth.

“We don’t have much time,” she whispers. “I start soon.”

“We have all night,” I tell her. “You’re not working tonight.”

I don’t know when I decided that, but it feels like the best fucking decision I ever made. I wish I could tell her she’ll never work again. She’d like that gift much more than the necklace.

And her soft, surprised gasp, and the look of gratitude she gives me is the best gift I ever received. She makes it even better by turning all the way around, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me hard, her tongue no longer shy as it finds mine.

After awhile she stands up and undresses for me, until the necklace I gave her is the only thing she’s wearing. Then she undresses me too, pulling my sweater over my head and unbuckling my jeans, letting me wriggle out of them while she removes my boots. I try to hold her again once we’re both naked, but she shakes her head and steps out of my reach.

“No touching yet. Lie down,” she says, and I like this new sound of command in her voice. The first night we spent together, I thought I was fucking someone experienced, a girl who knew her way around men like all beautiful women do. But it quickly became clear to me that she was more or less a virgin. Which only made me want her more. She’s let me do what I wanted with her until now, not taking the lead in anything until I showed her the path. So this order is new and fresh and exciting. Just like everything about her is.

I lie down, and she climbs up on the bed next to me, runs her hands down my chest and across my abs, her touch light as a feather. I want her to touch my dick, but I also want her to do whatever she wants.

She leans over and kisses my chest, then my stomach, softly at first, casting me uncertain glances to see, if what she’s doing is alright. I smile and her kisses get harder, bolder, as she works her way down to my dick, which is so hard right now just her breath against it could make me come. But somehow I manage to hold back as her lips find it.

I always liked it rougher then the soft kisses and licks she’s giving my dick. Or so I thought, right up until this moment. This is great too, anything she does to me is perfect, and I want to be the man she needs me to be.

I lean back and tuck my hands behind my head in case I get any urges to force her mouth down on my dick, since her licks are quickly driving me to the point where instinct and primal urges take over, making what she wants no longer be as important as what I need.

But there was nothing to worry about in that regard, as pretty soon all else but the touch of her lips fades beyond my awareness.

She stops abruptly, yanking me back to reality, then straddles me, smiling coyly. Shyly too, like she’s still not sure she’s doing this right. She is.

I bring my hands to her waist, slide them up to cup her breasts, which are just the perfect size for my palms, like they were made for me to hold.

She reaches back and guides my cock to her pussy, never breaking eye contact with me as she sits back, letting me enter her. She whimpers and moans at the same time, but it’s overshadowed by my groan, as her tightness envelops me.

She starts riding my cock, but she’s all for slow today it seems, a new thing for me in general. I think this might actually be her first time ever on top, and it’s clumsy going at first, but then she finds her rhythm, gyrating her hips, causing my cock to hit spots inside her it doesn’t yet know.

I rest my hands on her hips, but let her do it her way. Her moans and shrieks grow louder as she picks up the pace, the sapphire pendant moving back and forth like a pendulum between her bouncing breasts, hypnotizing me, showing me the place I need to be.

I stay still, letting her set the pace, surrender to her the way I’ve never done with any other woman before now. I like to take charge, fuck them the way I want to, hard and deep, but this change is welcome, it’s the thing I’ve been missing, but never realized it until this very moment.

A few more seconds of her bouncing on my cock, and I’ll be done, I realize just as her pussy clenches tight around my cock and she lets out the longest, most potent moan I’ve ever heard come out of a woman’s mouth. It’s enough to undo me too all on its own, and for a few seconds her sapphire blue eyes are all I see, as I fill her with my seed.