He made me wait. Prolonged being devoured by him. Initially I’d felt like pouting. Not having my hands all over him was cruel. But I was beginning to see why he’d done it. The view was breathtaking. And it felt good to be okay with just being silent with him. We were comfortable with each other. We strolled hand in hand across the lavish grounds of the resort. Walking under the moonlight on this night reminded me of the first night I went home with Kyle. I’d never in my wildest imagination would’ve believed that six months later we would be dating after falling in love a world away.

My heels clicked on the cobblestones that paved the elaborate grounds as Kyle led me into the lobby of resort. This place was spectacular. A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and the scents of pine cones and nutmeg filled the air. A gigantic Christmas tree still graced the center of the room.

My pulsed picked up when Kyle checked in and the bellhop led us to our room. Or shall I say suite. There were rose petals on the heart-shaped bed and a fresh bottle of Cristal on the rocks. Why was he spending so much money on me?

My fingers tingled. Was I nervous? I’d already had sex with this man twice before, but for some reason I felt like this time would be very different.

He’d set the mood. This would be the first time we made love.

I had barely turned to face him when Kyle had already pulled me back into his arms. He brushed my hair off my neck and planted a soft kiss there, then on my chest, taking a moment to inhale me. Made sure I was real. I was very real. And this was happening. My hand grasped at the nape of his neck. His mouth turned up to mine and our lips met. Our one chaste kiss turned deeper and harder as the intensity built between us.

Our breaths picked up speed and he reached a hand around my back and unzipped my dress in a single motion, its fabric pooling on the floor. My mind went fuzzy, not knowing where to put my own hands. One heady grasp of my chin as he cupped it to kiss my lips and I snapped out of it and went to work on the buttons of his shirt, desperate to see his incredible chest underneath. I pushed the shirt off him and stopped to pause and just stared.

His eyes sparkled. He was staring right back at me, as I stood before him in nothing but my black lace bra, thong, and heels. “You’re so beautiful, baby. Come here. Let me worship you.”

Stepping closer, he slowly guided a hand over my body, pausing at the center of my breasts and placed a single open-mouthed kiss on my skin before straightening and tracing the hand down the curve of my back until it landed on my ass. One smack. Two. Swallowing hard, I stared into his eyes and he gave me a smile before he took his other hand and stroked my nipples through my bra. His left hand remained on my bottom as he rubbed the tantalizing burn away. I let out a moan and this only caused him to smirk wickedly, and with one sweep he raised the hand and undid my bra. My exposed skin was on fire.

My hands undid the belt on his pants and they dropped to the ground. He stood in his boxer briefs and my eyes couldn’t help but focus on his bulge. I was so ready for him, but he continued to tease me. This was sweet torture.

He placed me sitting on the bed and knelt in front of me. Then brought his mouth to my right breast and took my nipple between his teeth and he lightly grazed it. This slow burn was pure torment for me. I’d been wanting him for so long, imagining our reunion—this was almost unbearable. I could hardly believe we were back together, starting our life together. The man in front of me loved me.

“You look like an angel. Damn, Sara.” And this was heaven.

He slowly pulled my panties down as he kissed his way down my inner legs. His teasing was growing more and more torturous as his lips made their way back up my legs. He paused and smirked, giving me small bites across my thighs, before kissing the final stretch to the top and taking a long lap of his tongue straight up my center.

“Oh, that feels amazing.” I arched back.

“You taste incredible, baby.” I bit my lip, wanting him to continue.

He licked and licked, first around the edges then focusing on my clit, and I shuddered. His tongue felt divine. I was so wet, so ready for him, I sat back up and pulled his head up. Tingles spread throughout my body, liquid fire traveling in my veins. I wanted my mouth on him. Craved tasting him. I wanted to drop to my knees and give him the same incredible pleasure he had just given me.

But he quickly took control, producing an enormous grin and wagging a finger at me. Tease. The anticipation was killing me. He pulled out a condom, rolled it on his thick cock, and pressed me back on the bed.

My eyes closed. “Please, Kyle.”

“Look at me, I want you to look at me, Sara.”

He pressed into me, ever so gradually, inch by inch as I gasped. His expression darkened as he slammed into me. “Oh, God.”

Once he was deeply inside of me, I grasped his ass, never wanting to be apart from him again. But he wasn’t moving. “Do you need me to move?” God, yes. To prove his point, he rotated his hips, his dick licking my walls. The man was pure evil but in the best possible way.

I nodded franticly. “Say it, Sara.”

“Yes!” I purred. He cradled my face and kissed me as he pumped, deeper and deeper, faster until I was thrashing on the bed. I would never get enough of him. He broke from my mouth and chuckled and went faster, deeper.

I was so close to coming and I knew Kyle could sense it but he slowed the pace as my orgasm built deep inside me. No! He took me by surprise when he brought a hand down and pressed the pad of his thumb on my clit. “I’m willing to bet you want me to move this as well?”

I was ready to explode and grew impatient. Bringing my own hand down, I set it over his. “Either you move or I will,” I threatened on a hurried breath.

“Actually, I like that idea. Pleasure yourself,” he teased, then shocked me by sinking in me. My fingers worked at the same speed as his cock was pleasuring me. Pulse after pulse of pleasure rippled through my body as he pounded me hard one last time and I came so fucking hard I almost blacked out. My legs twitched and I basked in the love I saw in his eyes.

He pulled out of me and I dropped my hand, which felt numb and tingly now. And he rolled onto his back and held me in his arms, so tightly, our wet bodies plastered together.

“I love you, Sara.”

“I love you, too.”

I had a feeling that from that night on, if he was in the country, we would never spend a night apart again. We lay back and gasped, air expelling from our lungs as we tried to catch our breaths.

“Welcome home, Kyle.”