They made it back to the suite in no time flat, with Bradley running her like she was the ol’ pigskin, all the way to the proverbial finish line. She’d never been with a man so animalistic, muscles rippling in his shoulders, tossing her around like she weighed no more than the aforementioned football.

Heidi pinched herself subtly, ensuring that it wasn’t a dream—though how could the real world build a man like this? Every part of him, from the deep ‘V’ at his hips, to his long, thick manhood, looked as if it were cast in bronze. And those eyes…a girl could lose years getting lost in them. He clocked her hungry stare.

“Something I can help you with?”

“No,” she replied, “I’m just devouring you.”

His breathing got deeper, and he slammed her against the wall of the living room. Her head hit the wall with a dull thud, but she didn’t care; she was past the point of feeling anything besides pleasure. Communicating in nothing but guttural noises, he lifted her to the marble island in the center of the kitchen, and spread her legs open forcefully.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed.

She obeyed, and he stuck two fingers inside. Heidi sucked and nibbled on them, reflecting that she’d never felt so aroused by someone’s hands.

Bradley withdrew his fingers, then immediately let them roam lower over her body, gently flicking at her clit, then slipping them inside her.

“How do you like it?” he asked.

“Like that,” she managed to get out, before becoming so steeped in pleasure she couldn’t communicate verbally.

His fingers moved in and out, curling and uncurling, working for many minutes until he knew she was on the cusp.

“I want you inside me. All of you.”

“Condom?”

“I’m on the pill.”

He grinned. “Good, because I didn’t bring a condom.”

“Oh yeah?”

“This was supposed to be a business trip, remember?”

She laughed—that seemed so long ago, the ‘business’ trip to the Bahamas. Who had she been fooling? It could only have ended like this, in his arms.

Still on the kitchen counter, she sat back on her forearms and scooted her ass to the edge of the marble. She was ready to have every damn inch of him.

She saw him blink and take a deep breath. He ran his hands down the inside of her thighs, worshipping her, and toyed with her clit once more. Ready at last, he moved nearer, pressing himself up against her. She felt his desire and knew that it closely mirrored her own, but he continued to tease her, holding back.

Unable to contain herself any longer, she grabbed Bradley and pulled him closer, guiding him into her wetness.

They moaned in unison; they fit together like lock and key. He began to thrust, and Heidi tilted back her head to scream. No more questions needed to be asked, no more lines could be crossed. They were—at last—together, and it felt right.

He bent low over her, continuing to rock his hips, slower then faster, slower then faster. She grabbed his ass, urging him to thrust deeper inside of her. The frantic grope drove him wild, and he began to pump into her ruthlessly. She felt time slow down as her world came to revolve around just the two of them, moving as one in rhythmic ecstasy.

Heidi let out one final, ecstatic cry of delight, and climaxed. The moment of pure pleasure went on, and on, and on, for what felt like hours but was probably only a minute.

She raised her head from the counter, beaming, a sweaty, satisfied mess.

Bradley put a hand behind her back, raising her the rest of the way to meet his mouth, and sliding her off the counter. They shared a long, deep kiss, before he turned her around—she let out a high-pitched giggle like nothing she’d ever emitted—and bent her over the countertop, firmly grasping her hair. He found his way inside her once more, and needed only a few more strokes to join her in orgasmic bliss.

The rest of the evening passed in much the same way. They had sex on what must have been every surface of the bungalow: the couch, the shower, even the workout room. The only room that remained untouched was the bedroom, which they never quite made it to. They contorted into positions Heidi had only seen in porn, drawing shapes with their passion.

She loved his athletic ability, the way he could throw her around the room, and how he needed mere minutes to regain his erection. It made for a night that stretched on into the wee hours. She orgasmed again, and again, and again. He was the kind of attentive lover that made every other past sexual encounter seem mediocre at best. His fingers, tongue and cock were precise and perfect, playing each fiber of her being until they all sung in harmony.

At last, in a haze, they collapsed on a shag carpet; they weren’t even sure what room they were in, they were so exhausted. Bradley pulled her in close. Heidi sighed with contentment, and snuggled in closer, feeling the firmness of his arms as they twisted around her. Moments later, the lovers fell asleep.