Ruby

I kiss Zane, my body pressed up against the heat and hardness of his. The night has been amazing so far, almost like I've had permission to be someone else. Someone freer, someone who doesn't have to think two, three, four times before every action she takes. Someone without a care in the world, open to living in the moment.

It almost feels like I'm in a dream. And here's the perfect guy to guide me through the fantasy.

I hum in the back of my throat as I try to get even closer to him, my fingers sinking into his hair, my heart beating faster. My body feels so ready. Everything we did before, the hours we've spent with our bodies moving against each other, rubbing and grinding…

This kiss.

I feel a throbbing heat between my legs, a desire to reach for more. Greedy in a way I didn't expect.

Zane breaks the kiss and steps back, my hand in his. "Let's go to the back," he says in a low voice, his eyes intense, his cheeks flushed.

It's clear what he wants. It's exactly what I was just thinking I wanted.

But I hesitate for a moment. I feel on the edge of a decision here, an important one. Is this really what I want? I'll never get this decision back. There are no do overs.

Still, even as I think it, I'm following him through the simulated historic Italian square.

I want him. Badly.

Badly enough to follow my body's desire. I'm already throwing caution to the wind. I don't want to hold back now.

He goes right for a door in the corner that I didn't even notice, opening it and leading us into a dimly lit hallway. There are doors on either side. He leads us straight to one on the right and opens it, leading us into what looks to be a small office. A desk and chair are on one side, a long, plush couch on the other.

"Should we be back here?" I ask, a twinge of worry breaking through.

"I know the owner," Zane reassures me, drawing me over to the couch. "And I don't want to wait anymore."

He makes a convincing argument. And the kiss he lays on me then is carnal. Passionate, no holds barred, deep and dominant, it reignites the flame even hotter.

He'd been holding back. That had been him holding back on the dance floor.

I moan, feeling myself being swept back up into the whirlwind of desire, of want. Zane is a dangerous man. And I can't deny being drawn to that danger.

We kiss for long moments, the feel of his mouth on mine, his body pressed up so close, his taste, his scent… I feel like I'm surrounded by him, all encompassed by him.

And it's delicious.

He finally breaks the kiss, his eyes meeting mine as he lifts the bottom of my shirt, the lust in them clear. I raise my arms, wanting him to be able to touch all of me. But I want to be able to touch him too. As soon as my shirt is off, I move to slide his jacket off his shoulders. It drops on the floor behind him.

He helps me take off his shirt.

Oh.

Oh, man.

My hands immediately go to touch his ripped torso, the muscles defined and hard, his chest hair narrowing as it goes down to his chiseled abs. "You don't even look real," I murmur as my hands move up to shape his broad shoulders and muscled arms.

He chuckles. "Feel free to touch all you want," he says in a low voice. "Anywhere you want."

The invitation is a temptation in itself. I bite my lip, watching my hands as I touch all of his exposed skin. He radiates heat, his chest hair crisp under my fingers, his muscles hard.

So different from me. But I still want more.

My hands reach the waistband of his jeans and I hesitate, uncertain. Looking up at his face, I undo the button. He starts breathing faster, but he doesn't stop me as I carefully bring the zipper down. I swallow thickly as I push the denim off his hips, revealing gray boxer briefs.

That do exactly nothing to hide his erection.

"Might as well bare it all," he murmurs, hooking his thumbs into his waistband and pushing them down too, toeing off his shoes and stepping out of the rest of his clothes. He straightens, completely bare now.

Strong legs, roughened with hair, that indentation on either side at his hips.

Almost pointing at his erection.

Wow.

Long and thick, hard enough that it's parallel to the floor, his balls hanging underneath. This is so different from any video or pictures I've seen. So much more vital.

My hands itch to touch him everywhere, but especially there.

So I do.

I mean, he said anywhere I want.

He groans as I take his length in my hands, exploring the silky hot skin stretched tight over his hardness. It feels so alive. I reach down to cup the soft weight of his testicles, curious to feel the delicate skin there, the weight of them.

He stands still for my exploration, allowing me to touch him however I want. For as long as I want.

I finally look up to see his eyes at half mast, his cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted.

"Your turn," he growls, reaching around me to undo my bra. In five seconds flat, my bra, my jeans, my underwear, everything is on the floor.

And I'm as naked as he is.

"You're so beautiful," he says in that voice that sounds so sincere I can't help but know he believes it. And doesn't that just make me feel beautiful? I sigh as his big, rough hands slide over me, shaping my breasts, the curve of my waist, my hips. Squeezing my butt. Exploring me with a sureness that my own touch lacked.

And then he's herding me back towards the couch until the backs of my knees hit the cushions and I sit down. The feel of the fabric against my naked skin is a little shocking.

He drops to his knees in front of me, pushing my thighs wide apart. I immediately feel exposed, but I don't have time to worry about it. His hands close over my hips to pull me right to the edge, open and available for him.

And then his mouth is on me, hot and searing.

I gasp, my hands flying down to cup the back of his head as he licks me with the flat of his tongue, the bolt of sensation acute, a slash of feeling hitting me hard. Like nothing else I've ever felt before.

It's a lot.

My thighs instinctively try to close on his head, but he growls, pushing them wide again and holding them there for him. I'm spread, vulnerable to anything he wants to do. That thought makes me hotter still.

"Zane," I moan, my fingernails digging into his scalp as my back arches. "It's enough."

It's too much.

He chuckles against me. "Not nearly," he says, his voice hoarse. "You're delicious. I could eat you all day," he says in that rough, silky voice. And then he does.

Or, at least it feels like it.

I have no control over my body as it writhes on the couch, as I arch up, pushing against his mouth even as I try to pull away. As small noises break free of my throat. I want to be closer and farther away simultaneously as something big, something intense, starts to draw ever nearer.

I feel it coming, a dark wave that may drown me.

"Zane," I warn.

He only redoubles his efforts, sucking and licking, the light scrape of his teeth sending a shock through me. He uses his shoulders to keep my legs spread wide as he slides his hands up to cup my breasts, squeeze them, flick his thumbs across my hardened nipples.

I feel the heat start to coalesce, low in my belly.

Oh.

My body arches, tensing, almost fighting what's happening. The pleasure breaks over me in a rush of warmth. Intense and overwhelming and more than I'd imagined it would be. Zane keeps his tongue on me, flicking it rapidly against my clitoris, keeping me at the height of my orgasm for long, glorious moments.

And isn't that just the perfect word for how I feel? Glorious. Like I've simply become the pleasure I feel, like my body doesn't quite exist apart from that feeling.

But nothing lasts forever, including this. I finally start to come down, my body relaxing back onto the couch as I sigh, my eyes closed, my breathing deep. I feel relaxed in a way I never have before. Like nothing could make me anxious ever again.

Zane pulls away and I open my eyes a little to watch him. His eyes are dark as he stands, taking in my splayed body. "I want to be inside you," he grates out, his hands sliding down my torso, separating to frame me where I'm still pulsing between my legs. His eyes lock there, his mouth tight. "Say yes."

I want whatever else he has to give. Everything.

"Yes," I whisper hoarsely.

He doesn't waste any time, helping me slide over so I'm lying down flat along the length of the couch. His heavy body covers mine as he makes room for himself between my legs, pushing one of them up to rest against the top of the back of the couch.

Spreading me wide.

He watches my face as he fists his erection and carefully aims it, notching it against my wet entrance. "Ready?" he asks, pushing my hair away from my face, his expression softening. "I know this is your first time."

I nod, wondering if it's really that obvious. But he doesn't do anything to make me feel self-conscious about it.

"I'm ready."

He nods, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of my head, leaning down to kiss me softly as his hips flex under my hands.

And then he starts to push. I'm wet and ready, but it's a tight fit.

A very tight fit.

I feel myself stretching as he pushes, wincing at the burn of the entry. I take a deep breath, trying to relax. He reaches between us and starts to rub at my clitoris, stopping halfway inside me, giving me time to adjust to his invasion. I feel my body relaxing a little, the discomfort fading as the pleasure rises again.

"More?" he murmurs against my lips.

I nod, wrapping one leg around his hips. "Yes."

I'm not stopping now.

He thrusts again, a few short ones that have him buried inside me, his hips flush against mine. I suck in another deep breath, feeling so full of him, stretched and tight with him. He waits there, kissing my face, smoothing his hand down my side. His fingers continue to play with my clitoris as I feel his pulse inside me.

Inside me.

He's inside me. As close physically as any two people can be. I didn't realize I'd feel so connected to him.

It takes a few minutes this time, but I start to relax again, adjusting to the feel of him inside me. I move my hips slightly, curious.

"Ready to move, Red?" Zane asks as he raises his head, a small smile on his face. He cups my face with one hand, the hold gentle. Soft. I don't know why, but I hadn't expected softness from him.

"Maybe a little," I say, flushing. "Slowly," I add quickly. I really don't think I can take more.

His smile turns into a grin. "Slowly it is."

He keeps to his word. Pulling out gently, he watches me as he pushes back in just as slowly, the feel of his thick, hot length moving in me a revelation. I feel so close to him.

Again, I marvel at the fact that I didn't realize it would be like this. This feels more than just a physical meeting of bodies. So much more.

But as he slides back in again, I wonder if I'm being naive. He's obviously practiced at this. Maybe it only seems to mean more to me because he's my first.

But then I consciously push that thought aside. It doesn't matter. I'm going to enjoy this. I'm going to live in this moment.

"Okay?" he murmurs as he keeps up the slow and gentle in and out, his fingers staying on me the whole time. Rubbing, flicking.

"Good," I say, feeling a languorous warmth as the pleasure starts to come back even more. As the heat starts to build again.

He keeps to that slow gentle rhythm, his clever fingers helping to push me higher. It's different from before. This time, the orgasm almost take me by surprise.

"Oh," I moan, pushing back against his thrust as it breaks over me in a gentle burst of sensation, as slow and soft as the rhythm he's set for us. Gorgeous and gentle. And satisfying on a completely different level.

Zane groans as I feel myself clench down on him, his hot length feeling exactly perfect inside me now. A necessary fullness. And I know I'll never forget this moment, this feeling of being so entwined with Zane.

Then Zane growls, low and raspy. I open my eyes to see his jaw clench, his eyes fierce as he looks down at me.

And then the floodgates open.