I threw myself at Langdon. After all that dancing, his amazing charisma, not to mention the dream I already knew was more of a premonition, a premonition that was about to be fulfilled, I just couldn’t wait.

And he knew it.

So when he peeled my arms away from his powerful shoulders, he had me a bit confused. I thought he wanted me as much as I wanted him, and I’d never come across a man who was less than eager to keep kissing and grinding and getting ready.

But Langdon had other things in mind. He eased me back and away from him. I asked, “What is it, what’s wrong?”

“Shshshhshsh,” he reassured me, “nothing’s wrong, Sheryl. Everything is just right.” He looked me over with a hungry smile that sent shivers through my body. “Just right… so right.”

I very nearly melted when he said that.

“Take off your clothes,” he continued, his voice low and devilish, with more than a hint of mischief. But this was no schoolboy request for a peek at womanhood in full bloom.

This was a command.

I reached up and pulled the spaghetti straps off my bare shoulders, letting my silk dress fall to the hotel room floor at my feet. My breasts were bare, nipples already hard, my crotch dewy under my panties, which I let drop down my legs to gather around my ankles. I stepped out of my clothes and kicked them away, standing in front of a man I’d only met that day.

What am I doing? I had to ask myself. I don’t do this kind of thing. This isn’t me, this isn’t Sheryl Francis.

 Langdon slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he walked around me, circling closer to me as he dropped it to the floor and unbuckled his pants.

“I knew you were special the moment I saw you,” he said, that accent softening with his words and his sentiment, a lower volume calming the twang and bravado and revealing the inner strength, the man peering out from behind the mask. “I could tell you were waiting for something… someone.”

I nodded but said nothing, feeling exposed and vulnerable. I raised my arms over my naked breasts, but Langdon said, “No, don’t do that, don’t hide yourself from me. That’s not what you want, that’s not what either of us wants.” I let my arms sink to my sides. “Don’t be bashful, Sheryl, don’t be ashamed. You’ve nothing to be bashful or ashamed of. You’re beautiful, Sheryl, you’re gorgeous. Know that, and let the world know that you know it.” I could feel my back straighten, shoulders back, breasts forward and proud. “You’ve been hiding for too long,” Langdon went on, “hiding behind your work, hiding behind your dreams.”

I nodded as Langdon came full circle to stand naked in front of me. “There’s nowhere to hide now, Sheryl, and nothing to hide from.” Reading his cue, I wordlessly accepted his offer, my arms and lips reaching out for him. But Langdon held one hand out to stop me, his flattened palm all that was necessary. “Not yet, baby, no no. There’s no rush, my little angel. No rush. You keep your arms at your sides, yeah?” I nodded, standing still as he leaned in.

He brought his face close enough to the nape of my neck to kiss it, to dig in and indulge the way most men would. But not Langdon. He let his long hair tickle my flesh with the promise of a kiss, his breath warm against the goose bumps rising on my skin. But no kiss came, no contact. His hands reached up as if to cradle my breasts, give them the hard squeeze they were craving. Even my nipples reached out in a hunger they’d never known, a tiny unheard chorus crying out for contact.

Instead, Langdon’s hands simply hovered over my breasts, and when I heaved my chest forward to force a touch he pulled his hands away. I gasped a bit, my lips pursed and ready for his kiss.

Langdon was teasing me, enjoying the effect it was having on my body and my mind. It was as if he was reading both, decoding the messages I’d spent my whole life unable to respond to. He took a deep breath and then exhaled, his breath hot against my flesh. He moved with incredible grace, fulfilling every promise of his dance-floor mastery. His face and hands seemed to trace over every part of my naked body, scanning me, committing every inch to memory. He was so fixed on me, his attention so intense that I could feel it piercing my facade and rattling my bones as my blood suddenly ran hot.

Please, I wanted to say, please take me, Langdon, take me now!

But another part of me emerged from the shadows, urging me to hold my tongue, to allow this man to do as he pleased. I knew it would please me too. It was already pleasing me. I’d never been so turned on by not being touched, without prodding hands and aggressive desire, either a man’s or my own.

But things were changing fast. I could already see that. And they’d go on changing, and so would I.

I didn’t want him to grab me up and ravish me. I didn’t want his touch, as much as I could hardly live without it. The suspense of not touching him, of him being so close and so strong and so ready and still holding back, the hunger ringing through my every tissue, was its own kind of lovemaking, as bone rattling and soul shaking as any other.

My orgasm began to stir, but that stubborn creature wasn’t about to be drawn finally into the glorious sunlight without a struggle.

And at that moment I was more than ready to struggle all night.

But Langdon was doing the thinking for both of us, and he was keeping his strength in reserve. We both knew that. This wasn’t the time for an explosive eruption of masculinity and dominance, but a slow coaxing of something bigger than the two of them, bigger than the whole world. All the same, Langdon couldn’t go on hovering around me forever, as much as I was ready to stand there and take it.

We both needed more, and we both were ready.

Langdon’s hands finally found my breasts. It was barely a touch, fingertips glancing off my nipples. My body shuddered, lungs ceasing to function as those fingertips traced the bottoms of my breasts. His lips finally touched my neck, but only so much that I could feel it, and hardly that. I wanted more, my body was screaming out for it, but I also wanted to wait, relishing what he was putting me through and anticipating what he was going to do with me next.

His body moved closer to mine, his long cock already stiffening, rising to caress my inner thighs as it reached greater heights. My lips quivered, dampness collecting in humid droplets to run down my naked legs. His thick manhood pushed gently against them, my flowering pink already creeping out to greet it but finding only the top of that mammoth shaft, not the penetrating head I was hoping for. But the weight and pressure were unmistakable, and I almost worried about taking him in. I’d never had a man of that size, but in that flash of half-thought I knew he probably understood that, that few of the women he’d known—and there had to be dozens—were prepared.

But he was.

Langdon’s mouth finally met mine in a kiss that was electric and startling, unique and exquisite. His tongue playful and engaging, just like him. Once our contact had been made, our hands and bodies moved quickly. The slow build had created a passion that overtook us, throwing our bodies together. Our cheeks glanced against one another, my forehead against his strong chin as our lips found each other’s again and again. His hands sank from my breasts to my heated loins as my legs spread to welcome him. But instead of entering, he rested two fingers on the little muscular button where the top of my lips met and gave it a firm little push, rubbing in tight circles with just the right amount of energy. My body convulsed, my hand automatically locking around his wrist to bring him in harder, but Langdon resisted.

“No rush,” he whispered into my ear, and my arm relaxed, hand still clinging to his but no longer trying to lead him. “We got all the time in the world, baby. There’s nobody here but us, nobody anywhere but us… just you… just me…”

I nodded, brain fixed on those two fingers, turning from clockwise to counter.

He said, “Say it.” I wanted to, but I couldn’t respond. He repeated with just a little more force, “Say it, Sheryl.” Hearing my name on his tongue, in that roguish accent, was almost enough to coax that hiding creature out of me once and for all, but it wanted more, and Langdon and I were happy to oblige.

“Just you and me,” I managed to say, though I don’t know how.

“Good, baby, very good.” He replaced his fingertips with his thumb and slipped his two fingers inside, a move so swift and clean I could only spread my legs further to encourage him. But by then I was having a hard time staying on my feet; my knees were threatening to buckle. His thumb kept up the circular motions on the outside of my vaginal mound while his two fingers reached around to meet it at the same point from within. He’d found my G-spot as if he’d known where it was the whole time, and I knew instantly that he had. This was a man who knew what a woman wanted, how a woman’s body operated, even better than she did—or at least better than I did. Pressing outward from within and downward with his thumb, Langdon was holding the center of my entire body in his fingers. Their counterclockwise swirl made my approaching orgasm roar with frustration and fear. It knew the time was coming, and so did I, and I could hardly wait for it. I’d been waiting all my life.

Yet waiting just a little bit longer seemed all the sweeter.

Langdon pulled me with gentle force down with him to the bed, where he sat on the side of the mattress. He was behind me as I sat down, both of us facing the same direction. I leaned forward a bit and reached around, positioning his huge head at the parting of my lips. It was the first contact of my hand and his hammer, and my thumb and fingers had no chance of meeting around that incredible girth. I set the head in and lowered myself, but once again Langdon stopped me, crouched on bent knee, just his head inside me. He knew what he was bringing to me, and just how to bring it.

Langdon eased me down just a bit. The pressure was already impressive. I knew it was going to tear me apart, but I wanted to throw myself down on him, even if it meant splitting myself up the middle. But Langdon wouldn’t allow it, and I had no control over him or myself. I was his tool, his protégé, his to guide and mold, and I was happy, ecstatic, to be just that and nothing else.

He held me in place, then pushed me up just a fraction of an inch, a tiny movement that sent crackles of energy racing up my body and into my ribcage where my heart was pounding faster.

“More,” I hissed out.

“More? You want more?” I nodded feverishly, but his hands hand found my sides, just above my hips, and his would be the last word. “Just a tiny bit, eh?”

“No, all of it,” I whined.

Langdon just chuckled a bit and pulled me down another luscious inch or two, his thick member pushing against my insides. He stopped again, letting me rest where I was: hungry, even starving for more. Tears pushed out of my eyes and my mouth curled in a twisted and frustrated frown.

“Please,” I hissed, knowing it was no use. “Pleeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzze!”

Without a word, Langdon pulled me down just a little bit more. Another inch or two of that endless pole reached up and into me, stiff and unyielding. There was no frantic grinding, no overeager buck-jerking as with the other men I’d known, but would never know again. Langdon was hardly moving at all, gently shifting me down and sideways in an almost imperceptible increase of pressure to one side and then the other.

Almost imperceptible.

“You’ve never had it like this,” Langdon said, “nice and slow, enjoying every second of it, baby! No more rushing around, no more chasing, no more running, no more hiding.” I knew what he meant, the many things he meant, but the one in particular rang with special truth.

He pulled me down just another few inches, leaning me more heavily to the left while increasing the pressure against the right side of my clit. Nerves jumped and danced as if in joy at their delayed discovery. My pussy wept tears of joy that ran down the length of Langdon’s cock beneath me.

Langdon pushed me up, each of us savoring the inches as they glided across my clit. Measuring the motion perfectly, he pulled me back down again. My legs and his arms were in perfect synch as I traveled up and down his length, finally finding a steady rhythm, the movement I’d been craving.

In Langdon’s hands I was a puppet, a tool, an extension of his own body, of his desire. He swirled me clockwise on that terrific dick and then pulled me down again, continuing to raise and lower me over him. My heels slid against the carpet, but I held my footing as Langdon’s rhythm quickened, faster and deeper.

Visions of my dream struck me; the position, straining to look back at a man who was somehow foreign to me, alien, yet entirely welcome and even in some mysterious way familiar.

The dream had been continually in the back of my mind, but the doubt that stood alongside it was gone. This is the man I was dreaming about, I thought to myself, but… how?

And then reason and thought were stampeded by mind-dumbing pressure and the buildup of tension much further south of the brainstem.

“You wanna come,” Langdon said as he read my mind, his sixth sense plumbing my secret depths the same way as his cock. He was piercing me from both ends, and the effect on my mind was even more powerful than the effect on my body. The two together were an unstoppable force.

And I didn’t want to stop it.

Langdon pulled me deeper and thrust harder, raising and lowering me with increasing speed, manipulating me this way and that to make every hidden corner of my clit light up, sizzling, burning. And I could feel his own body responding, that twitching meat inside me crashing and smashing and writhing, holding back its scintillating package.

Unseen behind me, Langdon let out a long, knowing growl. “Oh, I see… you’ve never come before, have you? Have you, my little angel?” I clamped my eyes shut and shook my head. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay…”

“No,” I whimpered, “I… I can’t…”

Langdon stopped pumping me at a low point on his cock and held me tight, immobile, his mighty hands wrapped around my wrists, wrapping my arms in front of me, locked in his grip. His face at the back of my ear, he cooed, “Of course you can… you can and you will.”

“I… I want to, but…”

“Now you listen to me, Sheryl, you listen very carefully.” He held me in those strong arms, and my legs straightened just a bit to keep myself from being pulled all the way down on his endless dong. “I’m going in seven times, Sheryl, seven times. Then six, Sheryl, six. Then five, then four. On the last stroke, you’re going to come for me, you’re going to come for yourself—”

“I… I tried!”

But his voice was strict, ripe with an authoritarian baritone. “You’re going to come for us both, Sheryl, come like your head’s going to explode, is that clear?”

I nodded, forcing out a breathy, “I will, I… I will…”

“Good, Sheryl, good… Here we go.” Langdon’s arms and my legs worked together as my body rose up and then sank down for the first of the seven, then the second. The third brought me down further, my legs cramping, hairs standing up on the back of my neck. The fourth and fifth strokes matched the third, but the six was deeper, and at the seventh Landon held me down, closer to him than I’d been, his cock locked in me, muscles pulling, my entire body clamping and cramping around him.

“That’s seven, Sheryl, seven!” After a knowing silence in which we remained motionless for what seemed like hours instead of a few mere seconds, he said, “You can feel it, that hot beauty simmering inside you. Yeah, she’s coming out, Sheryl, you can already feel it. But not yet, Sheryl, oh no, we’ve got quite a long way to go yet, li’l one, a long, sweet road.”

I burst out in a joyful sob, lower lip pouting as we began our second cycle. The first of the six was an easy stride, slow like the others. Then a regular rhythm began to eat up the rest of the round. “Three… two… there’s six, Sheryl.”

The next five came even faster. My body was jerking and my eyes were rolling up into the back of my head. I reached back, trying to cling to him, find his hair and grab hold. But I was only flailing—and I loved it.

“Four, Sheryl,” Langdon said, louder. His words rang in my ears as we both pounded into each other in a mutual countdown to ecstasy.

“Three!”

“Two! It’s here, Sheryl, it’s here!”

But before he called the final number he held me tight, pulling me even closer. Our rhythm shattered and my body followed suit. Holding me close, he said, “One more, Sheryl, just… one… more… round…”

I cried out, “I can’t take it!”

It came anyway, hard and fast. He’d primed me to take it by then. “Seven!”

I didn’t think I’d survive. My orgasm was already rising and throwing itself against the walls of my loins, its prison. No longer content to hide, now my orgasm demanded release, and it would rip the walls down to have it.

“Six, sweet Sheryl, six!”

“Five!” I shouted out, unable to recognize the sound of my own voice.

“Hurry,” I screamed. “God, don’t stop, don’t ever stop!”

Langdon paused and my body twisted with the sudden motionlessness. My lips clamped down on him, milking him in a desperate attempt to keep moving, keep fucking.

“You’re ready, Sheryl, you’re ready!”

“God yes!”

“You can’t wait any longer!”

“No, noooooooooooo!”

“Now, Sheryl, now!” He struck me with that last final plunge, pulling me down and holding me tight, his voice a dazzling command in the back of my brain. “Come for me now, Sheryl! Now!”

And my body could not defy him. That orgasm had been twenty-three years in the making. It was a lifelong mystery finally solved, and it celebrated inside me, laughing and splashing, giggling and wriggling, racing off in every direction at once. My throat closed, my jaws locked, and my upper body pressed against his naked chest behind me.

He could feel me tremble, and I knew that he was enjoying my orgasm almost as much as I was. “Oh yes,” he whispered to me from behind, “there she is, there she is…” I couldn’t move, and we sat on the side of the mattress for what seemed like hours.

Then Langdon leaned back slowly. My body was still lying on top of him—and his still-hard cock was still inside of me. “Now it’s my turn,” he said with a little smile I couldn’t see but could hear… and share.