Luciano sat up, taking his hand out from beneath her dress. Breathless, Melanie watched him. Every inch of her body tingled from his touch. She needed to feel him inside of her. She needed to work the orgasm he’d built up inside of her out in the most satisfying way she could. She needed Luciano like she’d never needed a man before.

As she clambered into a sitting position, Luciano lifted his hips and withdrew his wallet from his back pocket. He placed it on the table in front of them, and then undid his belt. Melanie found herself watching, ravenous, as he loosened the leather and slipped it free of the buckle. Then he popped the button of his fly open and shimmied his pants down his hips.

Beneath his slacks, he wore dark boxers. Melanie reached out, too excited to hold back, running her fingers along the tented front. The thin layer of cotton separating them did little to hide the girth of his shaft, and she gasped in delight.

She wasn’t very experienced with men, but she knew enough to understand that Luciano was big. God, was he. Melanie let her fingers run over the turgid skin he was about to offer her, only taking her hand away when he took her by the wrist and guided her off him.

Luciano lowered his boxers, and his cock sprang free. Melanie’s heart jumped into her throat. Thick, veined, and hard, his dick was incredible. She longed to touch it, stroke it, suck it….

The space they shared was a little too tight to perform any of those comfortably, but Luciano didn’t seem to mind. He opened his wallet and withdrew a single condom from inside. A ripple of unchecked desire flooded her chest and radiated outward until she felt it swirl through her groin. She shifted her position on the bench and watched as he tore the wrapper open, then smoothed it down his cock.

Then, once the condom was in place, he lifted her from where she sat as if she weighed nothing and pulled her onto his lap.

Melanie gasped and settled down against him. He’d already taken off her thong, and she was bare beneath her dress. Chest to chest, she eased herself down onto him. He held his cock steady for her, and she ran her sex along its tip. Then, slowly, she lowered herself onto it.

A moment’s pressure gave way to incredible pleasure. Melanie moaned and let her head hang forward. Luciano supported her at the hips, and as she worked herself down his thick shaft, he grunted in pleasure and held her tighter. Between the way his thick cock stretched her open and the way he supported her from the outside, Melanie couldn’t get enough. She gritted her teeth as exquisite pain bonded her to him.

How was he so big?

God, she loved it.

Soon there was nowhere else for her to go. She sat flush on his lap, his cock snug inside of her. Melanie rocked her hips, delirious with pleasure. Luciano guided her hips up, then back down, working with her as she moved. It was too good to be real. Melanie couldn’t believe it.

At long last, after all these years, she was having sex with the man she’d always wanted but had told herself she could never have. Her boss was inside her, filling her, stretching her, making her his….

She cried out in pleasure, no longer caring who heard. The room they were in looked empty, and the music was a distant afterthought now. They were far from the party, far from the crowds, and far from reality. In that moment, they existed in a world all their own.

“Oh, my god, Luc,” she gasped as she gyrated her hips. “You feel so good.”

Every now and then, when she squeezed her walls over his shaft, she felt his whole cock shudder. The feeling drove her insane with lust. She knew he hadn’t come yet, but imagining him so close to the edge, wanting to lose control inside her body….

Melanie worked her hips faster, panting for breath as she tried to push herself to come. She needed to feel herself tighten around him, walls fluttering because of the pleasure he brought her.

It was too much. Luciano growled and grabbed her by the hips, and in the next second, both of them had risen. Melanie gasped, not sure what was happening next. All that mattered was that he stay inside her, that he keep pushing against her, and that he bring her the high she needed.

Luciano pushed her down onto the table so that she was sprawled out across it on her back, her thighs wrapped around him. He remained standing, but with their new angle, he was able to thrust into her. He did so with abandon. The slapping of their skin fell out of rhythm with the bass, but Melanie didn’t care to keep time. What they needed was more savage than that. They forged their own rhythm, and drove each other wild with their frantic thrusts and moans. It was all she wanted.

This was fucking.

Senseless, selfish, utterly satisfying fucking. She worked her hips against him, and he into her, until he pushed her farther across the table and climbed up after her. Between her thighs, he thrust into her anew. They were chest to chest, him over her, and she lifted her head so they could kiss. Luciano kissed her fiercely, and she met his intensity.

No other lover could ever give her what he was giving her. It was bliss, and Melanie never wanted to let it go.

“Luc,” she moaned against his lips. The pleasure was building, and she felt it start to twist low in her gut and transform into the overwhelming sensation that was an orgasm. Her body tensed. “Oh, my God, Luc, I’m gonna….”

“Me too,” he uttered. His voice was like gravel, and hearing it sent her over the edge. She cried out one final time as she came. Her body clamped down around his cock, and her walls trembled as she found herself awash in the incredible sensation of an orgasm. Each pulse of her walls only made him want her more, and when she felt him rutting inside of her, she tumbled deeper into satisfaction.

Luciano was too amazing to endure. Melanie had never come with a partner before, but there was no denying that Luciano hadn’t just brought her to orgasm—he’d given her one of the best of her life.

Their bodies parted. In a daze, Melanie propped herself up on her elbows and looked him over. He’d already taken the condom off and had slipped his dick back into his pants. It didn’t look like he’d fully softened yet, and even though Melanie felt weak-in-the-knees satisfied, she secretly hoped he might want to go again.

The rest of the night was lost to each other’s bodies, and by the time they left the club, Melanie had to clutch his arm for support.

She’d never had so much fun in her life.

She’d never felt more in love, either.