Our hands move with furious speed as we reach the bedroom.

She tugs at my loosened tie, tossing it onto the mattress. Her quick fingers make fast work of the buttons on my shirt.

“God, you looked so hot in a suit, it’s almost a sin to take it off you,” she says, as she makes her way down to the last button. “But I’m willing to commit this wrong.”

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you all night, from the second you walked into the boathouse,” I tell her as I spin her around, unhook the zipper on the dress, then slide it down to her waist. She wears a strapless bra and my God, her back is so fucking sensual, so smooth and soft. I unhook her bra and run my fingers along her spine.

She arches into my touch, and then I press my lips to her neck and kiss a slow, lingering path down her back. She shivers with every single kiss. When I stop, I spin her around again to face me, slide the straps down her arms, and let the dress fall to her waist.

My breath hitches.

“Mia,” I say, as I cup her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples, feeling them tighten under my touch. “You’re so beautiful. I’m going to sound like a broken record. But, Jesus. Look at you. I can’t believe you’re here and I’m touching you.”

She runs her hands down my chest. “Don’t stop.”

We move quickly through the rest of our clothes. She tugs at the zipper on my suit pants as I push down the skirt of her dress, letting the pale-yellow fabric pool on the floor. Everything else comes off in seconds, and then I stare at the stunning woman before me. Her silver belly-button ring glints in the moonlight. I run my thumb over it.

My mouth is dry, and my heart slams against my chest. My pulse rockets. “You.” I can’t form any more words, so gently, I push her to the bed.

She sinks onto the mattress. I kneel before her and open her legs.

She gasps.

I spread them wider, savoring the sight of her wet pussy. “Need to taste you.”

“Please,” she moans, leaning back on her palms, her tits pushing up, her back arching, her legs wide for me.

I slide my hands under her thighs and bury my face between them.

And I lick.

And I lick.

And I lick.

She’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever tasted—sweet and salty and so fucking wet for me. Her silky sweetness coats my lips, gets on my chin, covers my beard.

I can’t get enough of her. My cock throbs, a heavy weight between my legs, aching as I devour her.

Something happens when you touch the person you’ve fantasized about for months. The person you’ve longed for. You not only want to fuck her, you want to adore her with every part of you.

Right now, my mouth is going to deliver that message, because that’s how I feel—I want to fuck her with my tongue and cherish her with my lips.

I want her to know how badly I want to fuck every part of her, and how much I’ll adore her. That’s how I taste her. That’s how I eat her. The way I want her—every way. I flick my tongue against the delicious rise of her clit, and her hands clamp onto my head, her fingers threading tightly in my hair.

“Ohhhh,” she moans, tugging me even closer. I’m not sure I can bury my face any farther into the promised land, but if she needs more of me, I’ll give it to her. I’ll give her anything she wants.

As I suck hard on her clit, she curls her hands tighter around my skull, then she draws up her legs, so her feet are perched on the edge of the mattress. Like that, she lifts her hips, arching, thrusting, and fucking my face.

I go faster, sweeping my tongue up and down her center, lapping up every last drop of her wetness, then I do it again, since she only gets wetter, flooding my tongue with her desire.

Her scent fills my nostrils, and her pussy is the center of my world. As her noises grow louder, and her cries reach higher, I glide a finger across her. Her gasp is long and feral, and it’s a cue to give her more. With two fingers I push inside, and she falls back, her head hitting the bed, her legs widening, and her hands never letting go of my head.

She moans and writhes. “So close.”

Come all the fuck over me, I want to tell her, but I won’t let go of her pussy. I am a man consumed with the task at hand—making Mia come so hard she forgets any reason she’s ever had to back down. Making it so good for her that she knows no one else will ever send her so high.

I move my face back and forth fast, licking and kissing her through her orgasm as she rocks against me like there’s no tomorrow. She’s moaning and groaning and crying out so good, so good, so good, as her body’s rhythm slows.

She lets go of her grip, her hands falling to the mattress as she releases a satisfied breath.

I raise my face, wipe a hand over my mouth, and look at my gorgeous woman. She’s spent and glowing, and she’s still murmuring. I crawl up her body, lower myself to her, letting her feel the weight of my cock against her belly.

Her eyes flutter open. Her smile spreads. Her hazel eyes are glossy. “Hi,” she says a little hoarsely, as her hand drifts down to my dick. Her fist curls around me, and I suck in a breath and then groan.

“Hey,” I manage to say as she strokes. A shudder racks me as her soft hand explores my shaft, her thumb tracing the head.

“I like this. I like you,” she says, all sensual and husky as she wraps her hand tighter.

Her smile fades, and she lets go. My dick misses her hand. A lot.

She pushes up to her elbows. I tense, brace myself for some kind of shift. But instead, she asks me the most wonderful question in the universe. “Can we have sex without a condom? I’m on birth control, and I’m clean. Are you?”

“Fuck yeah, I am,” I tell her, and I grip my cock in one hand, settle between her legs, and rub the head against her sweet, hot pussy.

She lifts her hips, seeking me out. Flames lick my skin, and I groan. It’s such a rush, such a high. There is nothing like this. Nothing like knowing that my Mia wants the same things as I do right now.

She’s ready. She’s so damn wet. But I want her begging. I want her needing me. I want her to know from the way I fuck her that I’m not like any other man in her past. I need her to know I’m the one she’ll always want.

Gripping my dick, I rub against her, touching her wetness with the head, letting her feel me all over her—up, down, around, then right there, on her most sensitive spot. I rub, and I play, and I work her into a frenzy again.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she cries out, lifting and rocking and trying desperately to draw me into her body—her body, where she said she wanted me tonight.

“You want me inside you, Mia?” I growl.

“Please, yes,” she groans, letting her knees fall wide for me.

I give her just the tip, and it electrifies me. I tremble because it’s so damn good. “You want me to bury my cock all the way in you?”

She rocks her hips. “I do. I want you in me.”

“You want to feel all of me, baby, or is this enough?” I give her a little bit more. My meaning should be perfectly clear. If Mia wants me, she’d better want everything I have to give.

“I want all of you. I want you to fuck me. I want you.”

Kneeling between her legs, I push in another inch. I shudder. “How’s this?”

“More,” she groans.

“You want it all?”

“Yes,” she says, practically bowing her back off the bed. “I want all of you.”

I give in, sinking into her, burying my cock inside her, and then lowering myself to her. “You need to know, with me, you can have everything.”

She wraps her legs around my lower back. “That’s what I want.”

I hold nothing back. I fuck her hard. I fuck her slow. I fuck her fast. I fuck her so she knows she’s the one. I give her everything I have as I move inside her. As I swivel my hips. As I pump into her.

She moans, and murmurs, and cries my name. Her hair is a wild tangle, strands pressed to her face as she moves with me, her hips lifting and thrusting and rising.

We move as if we’re meant to come together. I reach down to her thigh, pushing her right knee up to her chest.

“Gymnastics comes in handy,” I say, laughing lightly.

“The other one, too,” she says, and pleasure camps out in my whole damn body.

I push her left knee up so they’re both hiked to her chest. Then she drapes them over my shoulders. She wiggles her hands between us, sliding them to my face. Gripping my jaw, she lets me do all the work, as she gives herself over to how I fuck her.

“We fit,” she says, on a pant.

“So incredibly well,” I groan, driving into her. As I pull back, my shaft slides against her clit, and she moans so damn loudly.

“Like that, like that,” she pants, and I take her and make love to her until she’s so far gone, she’s digging her fingers into my jaw as she gasps oh God, oh God, oh God.

Then she keens. It’s beautiful and primal. The world disappears as Mia comes again, lost in her orgasm, her eyes squeezed shut, her breath ragged, her moans guttural and gorgeous.

There are no more words for me, either. Just grunts and growls.

I pump faster, harder, more furiously until my vision goes white and the room turns to a neon-hot blur. Pleasure crackles along my spine, surging inside me, barreling down my cock as I empty myself inside her, filling her up.

Then I collapse onto Mia, wrap my arms around her, and whisper in her ear. “I’m so crazy for you. I’m not letting you go.”

I can feel her smile against me. “It’s a good thing I’m not leaving then.”