I needed to kiss him. It was as necessary as breathing air. I couldn’t keep my lips away from his.

He responded eagerly, putting it mildly. His arms clamped around me and his lips moved over mine. His tongue slipped through and probed my mouth, darting, tasting me.

I opened up to him and let him take over. I melted against him. Handing control of myself over to him seemed like the only thing I could do. It was the only thing that made sense, with my head buzzing and my nerves sizzling the way they were.

This was what I wanted. I wanted him to take me. I wanted to abandon myself for a little while and just feel.

He laid down next to me, all of him pressed against me, our hands roaming each other as we kissed. He pulled one of my legs around his hip and ran his hand up to the curve of my butt.

I gasped as he fondled me through the fabric. His touch started a slow burn deep in my core. I tightened my leg around him and pulled him closer.

The feeling of his hard length pushing against my stomach excited me. Maybe even scared me a bit. Could I handle him? As he slid his hand under my top, I knew I wanted to try. It was like he knew me. Every little touch was magic. He cupped my breasts one at a time and squeezed, drawing the nipples up into tight peaks. I arched my back in an attempt to touch my body to his again and again.

“Lose this,” he muttered, working the top over my head. His head dipped down so his tongue could flick my nipples one at a time while his hand skimmed my stomach and trailed down to my already aching mound.

“Yes…” I whispered, holding tight to the back of his neck, urging him on.

He kissed and licked almost playfully, teasing me, pausing to listen to the sounds I made and judging where to go from there. It was sheer heaven, with sweet torture mixed in, and I didn’t want it to ever stop.

His hand played over my legs, stroking my inner thighs, cupping my sex. I jerked my hips upward to meet his hand, hoping for more, already desperate for relief from the growing tightness in my core. I moaned helplessly, my breath coming hard and fast.

“Let me touch you,” I gasped as my hands clawed at him.

I helped him peel off his shirt, and my eyes widened when I took in the sight of him. Seeing him like this, so close, so completely mine, it was something else. Maybe because I could touch him. I could feel those rock-hard muscles for myself when they worked together under his skin. I could feel the warmth coming from him, the power in every part of him. He could overpower me in a heartbeat, and the slight tinge of danger—even if it didn’t really exist—heated me up even more.

I gripped his thick shoulders as he kissed his way down my body. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as he went. “I want to make you feel so much pleasure. I want to make you come again and again.”

I felt myself getting even more wet at the sound of his words.

He slid the pants over my hips and down my legs, and I didn’t hesitate in helping him take off my panties. I was in desperate need by then, aching and pulsing. The touch of his tongue on my swollen lips sent me into shudders of ecstasy before he really did anything.

“Oh, God!” I screamed, clutching the sheets in my fists.

Wave after wave washed over me as Alan continued running his tongue over my pinkness. When he dipped inside, making contact with my clit, another orgasm slammed into me. I wasn’t even quite finished with the first yet. I didn’t know that was possible for me. My head rolled helplessly from side to side as I cried out until I was hoarse.

I was lost in pleasure. I couldn’t think or speak clearly. I could only feel.

I was still coming down from that unexpected burst of pleasure when he stood and worked at his fly. I caught my breath, suddenly a little nervous. He dropped his jeans, then slowly lowered his shorts while watching for my reaction. When he sprang free, I gasped. He had to be nine inches in length, maybe more. I was worried again over whether I’d be able to take him, as small as I was.

When he lowered himself again, he kissed me with so much gentleness I knew I had nothing to fear. He was big, strong, powerful, but he wouldn’t take advantage of me. He would keep himself in check. How I knew, I couldn’t say. I just felt it in my heart.

And so, when I felt pressure at my entrance, I nodded in encouragement. That first thrust was everything. I closed my eyes and let out a guttural groan when he filled me.

“So damned good,” he grunted when he slid home.

I didn’t have the words for how it felt.

He withdrew slowly, teasing me again, then slid home even more powerfully. Soon he was riding me, finding his rhythm, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him to keep him close while he did. I ran my hands over his body, loving the way it felt when he moved in and out, in and out. He pushed himself up on his arms and my fingertips danced over the chiseled abs, the arms thick with muscle and ink. Every thrust pulled a gasp from my mouth, faster and faster as the tension grew. It wasn’t just that thick length thrusting in and out that pushed me higher. It was all of him—the taste and sight and sound. The way our bodies slid together as we started to sweat. The way he felt under my mouth as I kissed every bit of him I could reach. The abandon, letting myself go in his arms. By the time he started losing control and his grunts echoed through the room, I was tightening around him and ready to explode.

“Yes, Alan!” I sounded like a stranger but that was how I felt. I wanted him to take me and mark me and make me his forever. I wanted him to claim me mercilessly. I wanted to never forget being with him.

He started to slam into me with unforgiving thrusts that made me shriek in surprise and pleasure as the tension built and the fire overtook me and soon I was crying out in relief as bliss washed over me again. I dug my nails into his back, raking them over his skin. He growled in response as he lost control, too, and with a roar he threw his head back and came with me.

I stared at the ceiling over his shoulder when it was all over, and we were catching our breath. He panted against my neck and sweat stood out on his shoulders, under my hands. My body pulsed from head to toe as pleasure faded.

I had never experienced anything like it. I couldn’t imagine never feeling that way again.

And that was no problem at all for me.