Surrounded by his scent, I easily slip into the memory of what happened hours before…

His kiss is like liquid flame. I melt under his touch like a Popsicle on the beach in high summer. His fingers find my skin and blaze a trail over my belly and up to caress my breasts. My nipples tighten and my breasts feel full, like I’ve gained a cup size as he continues his assault on my mouth.

I’ve never been kissed like this. Corey did well in that department, but Joel is far different. There is a hunger there like he wants to eat me alive, and it turns my bones into jelly.

Another hand snakes under my shirt, pushing it up until I lift my arms in understanding of what he’s trying to accomplish. My shirt gone, he doesn’t waste time releasing my boobs from the confines of my bra. Then he’s there, suckling and making me wet in the worst way. I arch into his touch, needing more, but of what, I have no idea.

It’s been a long year of not having this kind of contact. I feel lost and out of practice. Joel, however, knows what to do. He climbs on the bed and on top of me.

His heavy weight isn’t a burden. Instead, my nerve endings home in on his hardened cock pressed against my leg.

Alcohol seems to be a wondrous thing. I’m not at all concerned that I’m bare to him. Instead, I use my greedy hands to push at his shirt until he’s on his knees, whipping it off for me.

Muscles flex and create ridges and planes I want to explore with my tongue. I need to taste this man; he, however, has other ideas.

He flicks open the button on his jeans, and my eyes laser focus on the line of hardness that imprints under that denim. It’s long and thick and makes my mouth water. I swallow, nervous, but excited about having his shaft inside me.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, watching me carefully for my response.

I nod, hoping my tongue isn’t hanging out of my mouth like a puppy with the window down excited for his first car ride. I quickly shrug off my pants when he hasn’t made a move to touch me again. I’m unwilling to speak, sure my words would still come out slurred, but I know I want him right now.

His chuckle rumbles from deep in his chest. I close my eyes and stretch myself on the bed. He crawls between my legs, forcing me to spread them for him.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.”

My too wide hips, rounded belly, and protruding ass don’t bother me as his eyes drink in every inch of me.

He bends down, knuckles on either side of me, before he presses his mouth to mine and bites my lower lip.

Bite me, I want to say, as images from my latest vampire romance swirl in my head. Thankfully, anything embarrassing I might have said are swallowed by his kiss.

He leaves my mouth and nips down my neck, and I giggle. His body comes to rest on mine to stop my squirming. When his mouth latches on my nipple, I arch involuntarily, as the band between my brain and my core goes taut.

Gliding his hands down the sides of my rib cage, he finds his way to my center. Warm breath blows over my sensitive nub, and I moan in anticipation.

“I can’t wait to taste you.”

His statement gives me a fleeting moment of panic as wonder when was the last time I’d landscaped Area 51. As long as it’s been, I’ve labeled that place as restricted until now. And it has been as dry as the Sahara Desert until Joel came in like a hurricane.

Red warning lights begin to flash behind my closed eyes when his mouth makes contact. Corey had always danced around the area as if he expected to have an allergic reaction to my pussy. Not knowing any better, I’d accepted his fleeting attempts at oral pleasure. But Joel is so considerate, he licks like he’s trying to find liquid gold in my pussy, and I’ll gladly give it to him.

Words of warning bang around in my head as the pleasure he creates reaches inner core breach levels.

“Don’t press that button.” I’m somewhat aware the words left my mouth and hadn’t stayed in my head.

His chuckles vibrate over my clit, and I lose it. Grabbing his head, I hang on as I have the orgasm of my life. Vaguely, I realize the poor man probably can’t breathe the way I’ve jammed his face against me.

I release him, so embarrassed my eyes are shut tight. I hear him move around and wonder if I’ve blown any chance at the rest of the show.

Then he’s there, arms under my legs, spreading them as my ass leaves the bed. Still ashamed, I don’t glance at him until he pushes in and I’m split in two.

Eyes wide, mouth agape in a gasp, I watch as he slowly slides into me. I start to reach for him, unsure what I plan to do. He takes my wrists and guides them over my head and pauses.

I try to catch my breath, never having felt so stretched in my life.

“Give it a minute.” He breathes as if it’s taking all his concentration not to move. “You’re just so tight.”

I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not, considering my brain is still offline from the first explosion. “That’s what happens when you haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”

“Then it’s best we do something about it.” He begins to kiss away my frustration.

When he starts to move, I’m sure the ceiling above us has opened up to the glorious moonlit sky. I see stars—hell, I see galaxies as he takes me to places no man has been before.

His blue eyes remind me of Chris Pine’s, and suddenly I’m on the Starship Enterprise. When he cups my face, I giggle, hearing the theme song for Star Trek in my head.

“Are you going to Vulcan Mind Meld with me?”

He smiles for a second. “Quiet.” He silences my Trekkie comments and angles his thrust differently.

My eyes roll in the back of my head, making me forget. Until the words “these are the voyages” ring in my head as my second orgasm hits light speed.

His thrusts begin to lose their rhythm, and my eyes open to see the strain corded on his neck. One stroke, then two, and he groans, slumping on top of me.

My body folds in half as I sit up in some horror movie way, awake from my memory with realization on my tongue.

He didn’t use protection. And that had only been our first round of the night.