Sanders has a Midtown apartment that's so nice I do a double take when I step inside. Herald Towers is classy as shit, how on earth does he afford this? Well, I'm not here to shake out his wallet, I'm trying to get him out of his pants.

I am not tentative now. After how he left before...well, I was starting to question a lot of things. But he's back now. I am here, now, at his place. I know what we're going to do.

I take in the sight of him, heading to the kitchen. The elegant one bedroom is surprisingly spacious for Midtown, but that's more of a negative than a perk right now. I want to haul him off to the bedroom. Or, really, anywhere where we are significantly less clothed. A repeat of our last sexual encounter would be more than welcome. I lick my lips and let my eyes wander to the sheer size of his bulging biceps while he fills the cocktail shaker. No man has ever looked so good as he does right now squeezing a lemon.

"Whisky sour?" He asks with a slow drawl to his voice. It sends a shiver up my spine and I know I detect lust in his voice, radiating off my skin now in shared arousal.

The cocktails are teasing us both. We're both adults...but after what happened last time, and the time between...I guess we both need to space out the night so neither of us is sneaking out in the middle of the night.

"Sure," I say with a smile. Simple can be good. Delightful, even. I don't need a fancy bar drink. Something with some edge is sure to lighten this tension I sense in him. The tension I sense in him that I am trying to keep from having my own misgivings about. Everything should be fine. I walk towards the kitchen, taking the drink he offers with a grateful swipe before I turn to head back to the chaise on his sofa. I slip off my shoes and recline my feet, watching him now take a drink of his own cocktail before I sip mine. His body is the most powerful thing I've ever laid eyes -- or hands -- on. I wouldn't be surprised if he could crush a tree trunk with his bare hands. That is, if he could. He never would. There's something so powerful yet gentle about Sanders that intrigues me. He's strong yet caring. That's what made his escape so painful for me, if I'm being honest with myself.

I take a bigger sip of my drink. That's what even internal honesty calls for. The slow burn in my throat and down to my belly coils within me and I blink slowly. When my eyes open, after just a second, Sanders is sitting down before me on the chaise. I hold onto my drink a little tighter. My lips part, which I don't realize until I follow his vision to them.

"Drink your own whisky," I tell him with a silly grin.

Sanders takes a final swig, and then he places his glass onto a coaster on the coffee table. "I know that slipping out like that wasn't my proudest moment. I hope you'll stay tonight."

There's something almost pleading in his voice. I take another sip of my drink before I say anything. The truth is, because I want to stay despite my misgivings, and the oddness of this place...I just don't know what to make of Sanders. I will stay the night, but I won't say it. Some cruel part of me knows he needs that answer, but the part of me that guards myself demands that I don't give that answer. "You assume that I'm going to sleep with you?" I say, allowing my voice to be coy. I'm not trying to torture the man. I just want to keep from answering that particular question.

"Well," Sanders leans closer to me. I almost taste his breath now, laced with the whisky, and I want him to kiss me. He is hovering over me like this precisely so I will feel this way. "Yes, I think I am going to kiss you, then I'm going to carry you off to my bed and spend the night making love to you."

Making love? Oh god, who says that? And he's going to carry me off to his bed? I can't even mock this because...god that's the sweetest damn thing anyone has ever said to me and Sanders does have that whole knight in shining armor thing going on, and it is completely not ironic or cheesy from him.

This is exactly how I know I am in too deep.

"Are you going to throw me over your shoulder again?" I say, and I hope I don't sound too eager.

"I want to work with, not against that whisky sour in your belly," Sanders says. His voice is gruff and sensual. If a voice could drop panties, this one, Sanders's voice, would undo my bra and bend me over.

I reach for my drink because I don't want to lick my lips right in front of him like this. It is practically lewd. My fingers connect with the glass, but I don't get a chance to lift it up to my mouth just yet.

"Put the ice cube in my mouth," Sanders says of one of the two cubes in my tumbler.

I reach my fingers inside my glass and grab one, bringing the slippery little devil to Sanders's parted lips.

His tongue comes out to catch it and draws it in his mouth. I am about to lick my fingers clean myself when Sanders circles my wrist and licks off the wet parts of my fingers.

I have the burn in my belly from only him, a fire that doesn't need booze to stoke the flames. I watch his mouth now, mesmerized as it releases my fingers and his tongue works over the ice cube.

Sanders rises and puts his knees on either side of my body, leaning over me and closing his mouth over my neck. His lips are hot but then his cold tongue shocks me. He licks and kisses down my neck and to my collarbone.

I'm shivering, and only part of it is the hot/cold sensations he's inflicting on my skin.

His hands grip my arms and pull me closer to him. I feel that strange power yet gentleness in play with the way he's holding me.

He's all raw power and muscle but he doesn't want to overtake me when he touches me.

His claim is giving, his need is to share pleasure.

It echoes something without words to verbalize themselves inside my own being.

Sanders brings his mouth lower down my collarbone, to the exposed vee of flesh from my blouse. The tiny cold sliver of the remaining ice flows right down my cleavage. I shudder at the cold, wet sensation.

Sanders grinds his hard cock against me, clothes between us but keeping very little to our imaginations. I know now that he's not going to rush, though, and that's both promising and infuriating. I want him. I want that cock I feel against me buried inside me until I shout out at the sheer pleasure of that massive cock filling me up with every inch of it...but I want every minute of the delicious minute of whatever else he has in store for me. He said the night. Could I take a whole night of anything he has planned?

I guess we are both about to discover that. I'm going to do my best. Part of the reason is because I'm already wondering if tonight is the last night that I will spend with Sanders. Part of me just genuinely wants to enjoy whatever he intends to do tonight. If I can trust nothing else, I can trust him with my body. That, he knows oh so well, even with so little time to get acquainted. Not that he didn't pack it in before. Ha ha. Right. I can't follow any more mental diversions. He removes my shirt and his teeth are on my bra. He looks up into my eyes and then removes the clasps. I thought for a moment that he might tear the bra right off of me with his teeth. It sent a wicked thrill through me. But that moment of eye contact when Sanders did the gentle thing but let his power hang in the air? That's downright addictive. I took a hit of that sensation and let it rush to my head.

My head that falls back in pleasure that instant the coolness of the air on my now bare breasts is replaces by his hands and mouth, exploring my flesh with the sensual thrall that only his touch on my skin can offer. I want to beg him for more but I can't. I focus on breathing and how it feels when he touches me. The heat that rose in my belly crawls to my toes and arches through my back. Tickles along my spine and plants wicked urges in my mind.

"You taste so good. I could lick your whole body all night, if I didn't have even better plans," Sanders growls against my skin. There's something commanding in even this compliment that sets my breathing crooked, hitching in my throat and making me tremble a little beneath him. I want so much more. My pussy is flooding my panties and I can't believe how wet I am already.

Sanders must be able to feel it against his cock, because he trails a hand down, beneath my skirt and hooks up to reach into the thin strip of what passes for panties nowadays. More lace than function, and more wet than dry now. His fingers run the full length of my slit and tease around my opening. I am completely melting now, shuddering in his arms and aching for him to increase what he's offering. A moan grows low in my throat and I want to be able to capture the heat that he's offering. My clit twitches. I bite my lip.

Sanders seizes one of my nipples in between his teeth and again the threat of so much more hangs in the air. The nibble on my nipple is then met with tongue and I simmer beneath this touch. The moan is breathy and slowly leaving my lips when he brings his thumb up to my clit. The air behind my moan pushes out into a low groan and I am ready to beg. I whimper a little as he picks up the speed with which he's circling my clit with this thumb, but it is still so maddeningly not fucking me hard that my greedy body find itself still unsatisfied. I am shaking beneath his touch. My legs squeeze against him, my hips angling to urge him for more.

But Sanders lets out a small laugh that tells me that not only does he know exactly what I want, but that he knows exactly when he plans to give it to me and I will not alter his timeline.

Sanders drags his mouth up my neck, making me sigh and reach out for him, before his lips crash over mine. A thousand brush strokes of lust paint over our mouths as our kiss deepens, our tongues flowing together and exploring each other's mouths with raw need. He moans into my mouth, his knuckles grazing over my pussy folds, and I am quaking in his hold, kissing him like a drowning woman hanging onto her life raft.

For a moment, we look into each other's eyes only for the second of coming up for air, and then our mouths close over one another's and our eyelids flutter shut. Time could stop, and the world could crumble around us, for all we care. His lips are like warm butter, his tongue sweet and strong with whisky, melting against my mouth until neither one of us can keep up with how fast our bodies are responding to each other. His hand under my skirt has me jumping through hoops in my brain, making sure that I don’t forget to breathe. I need to feel his touch so much more than what he’s offering me, but I am holding on and holding out just like he wants me too.

Sanders strokes his fingers through my wet folds, teasing me more with his touch, with more pressure and weight behind it this time. I nibble on his lip because I am overtaken by his touch. I can’t push for any more from him because he has me pinned down. Sanders breaks our kiss and pulls his fingers out, licking my arousal from his skin. He brings his other hand to unzip my skirt and I help him slide me out of it. He loops his fingers into the sides of my panties, curling into them and pulling them down. The delicate fabric trailing down my skin makes me sigh, such a tease with everything else that he’s doing to me.

And when they get to my ankles, he just stops.

He doesn’t pull them down any more, keeps them there. Which keeps my ankles together.

“Don’t let those fall while I turn you over,” Sanders growls, rasping his knuckles over my inner thigh and watching the way it makes my lips part with the sensation. “That’s a very delicate fabric, I don’t want it torn while I lick your pussy.” His voice is full of dark promise and it shoots thrills through my body.

Sanders is a little kinkier than I imagined, though it wasn’t exactly the most simple or vanilla sexual experience of my life when we fucked the first time.

“Yes, sir,” I say with a sigh.

“Hey, sir is for officers. I worked for a living,” Sanders says with a laugh. I feel the prickle of his stubble on my skin as he flips me over. I take it I stepped on some military thing I don’t quite understand, but that’s okay. Neither one of us minds. Right now we’re both thinking about how he’s pressed my ass up to his face.

I can feel his breath on my pussy. My legs are together, but bent over in this position he can see all of me. My exposed wet pussy shivers with the feel of his warm breath tickling me, so close. I want to push back against him and when his mouth lands on my pussy, grind my hips and reach back and hold his face there. I’m the kind of girl that enjoys getting off, sure, but there’s something about Sanders that makes me want to go all unladylike and just go after the parade of orgasms. Of course, I also know that I don’t have to do that and he’ll bring everything that I need. So, I inhale.

Sanders swipes his tongue over my clit and twists it around, then delves through my folds and strokes me with his tongue.

I exhale a massive moan. His stubble brushing against me makes me ache with need. A pressure builds in my belly, daggers of lust thrusting through my core to make me wanton and begging for more. But I don’t wiggle my ass. I stay as still as I can manage. Sanders speeds up his tongue and his hands spread my pussy apart. The intensity makes me think of the difference between a pop song and an aria in an opera. They could both deal with the same emotions but the depth of the aria touches something in your soul that your basic experience cannot. Translation? No one has ever eaten my pussy like this before. The longer he goes on and his face is pressed against my pussy, the further my soul delves into the capacity for sensation my body has.

Sanders slides a finger through my folds and my breath hitches in my throat.

He sinks that finger inside my pussy, curling until he reaches my G-spot, and I gasp loudly. I want to cry, my eyes are welling up, the sensation is so intense. Trying to stay still and keep my composure is more difficult than I could have imagined it would be.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” Sanders groans against my clit. The vibration takes me over the edge and I feel the blooming coils of lust boiling me to my core.

He slides another finger inside of me, thick and strong, pumping so fast into my pussy that I want to scream out and beg for his cock. Even though his fingers are so big though, that’s one hell of an upgrade. I’m going to shut my mouth — at least as far as begging words are concerned — because my pussy is getting worked up to that. Besides, right now, I am loving his tongue lapping over my clit right now. The delicious agony of his mouth on my body makes me sigh. I had no idea that I could close my eyes and see so many colors. But I shut my eyes when his other hand starts to stroke my thighs where they are pressed together. When I close my eyes, I can imagine his fingers gliding over my skin. His hands aren’t soft like my skin — they aren’t horribly rough but I can tell he’s done the kind of work that works rough on your hands — and I see his touch like little lights cascading over my body and making me groan. Sanders paints desire over my skin and makes me whimper for more. I feel like a frenetic ball of energy that he’s containing into one space and one position, when what I really want to do is explode.

“I could lick this clit forever. It looks so gorgeous, plumped up and begging for more. I love the way your pussy squeezes my fingers and tells me that you need so much more. Maybe I need to let you come soon,” Sanders says.

I have to focus extra hard on hearing his words. Between the wet thrashing sound of his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy so fast and how fast my heart is beating from his touch, it is like I’m fighting through a symphony of pleasure to hear his words.

“But first,” Sanders says, and he pauses. He kisses a trail up to my ass cheek, sinking his teeth in and making me yelp. “I have to feel you come on my face. I want that wet pussy to shower my face with just how much you like it when I touch you,” Sanders says. His tongue teases over the spot where he nibbled on my ass. He slides his fingers out of my pussy with a wet sound, and brings those soaked fingers to my clit. I shudder and try my hardest not to buck him with need when he fucks his tongue into my pussy so good I think actual tears might streak down my cheeks if he keeps this up.

I’m so close now, you see, and an orgasm is just so close to the surface. I want to scream out and let the orgasm pound through me. I am so, so close. But I’m not quite there. I inhale, exhale, focus on all of the sensations that he creates within me.

Then his tongue slides through my folds just right, touching everywhere I’m trembling, and the pressure in me releases. I feel a flood of my cum gush onto his face. He’s lapping all of it up, never relenting with his tongue and make me shiver against him. My orgasm unfolds like an intricate work of origami that unfolds into something more magnificent the longer it goes on. I’m only going higher and higher, his mouth taking me to nirvana to the point where I feel like I’m actually floating off somewhere like I’ve died and gone to getting my pussy eaten heaven. My body feels lighter. I am hyper aware of my whole body and I want to collapse.

That’s when I feel Sanders yank off my panties, move his face from my pussy to kiss my ear. He cuddles against me. “Fuck, I’m only alive when you come for me,” he says with a sigh.

I don’t know if he meant to say that. But I can’t shake the feeling that he really means it. His hands are on my sides and I pull them to grip my breasts.

To be nearer to my heart. No matter how much I find myself confused, I also know that something about Sanders has touched deep within me. I have questions, but that doesn’t stop how I feel. I need him close to me. His mouth down my neck erases any thoughts I have though. I don’t even realize that he’s carrying me to the bedroom until I feel my body land on the bedspread. I open the eyes that I didn’t realize I had closed and I see him.

Sanders is taking off his clothes. He’s doing it so slowly and deliberately. I can see a thousand things are going on his mind. I can sense the thing that he’s sure about is what that hard cock has in mind. Tomorrow can be about whatever holds us back, because tonight? Nothing is going to keep us from sliding together, holding tight and seeing where all of these feelings can lead in passion, sweat, and lust. I need that right now. The way his eyes look into mine, I know that’s what he needs too.

When that final piece of his clothing — his boxers — come off, I watch that huge cock spring up and tease me. I remember how hard he fucked into me before. I want to be able to grab him and drive that massive pole up my pussy so hard.

Somehow, though, I’m not moving. I get up on my elbows but I don’t come closer to him, instead watching him like I’m being hypnotized. The sight of him stroking that huge cock and coming towards me is the most erotic thing I’ve ever see, knowing he is coming towards me to claim me. Fuck me.

Make love to me.

I remember what he said now and it makes me wonder about everything I ever knew about fucking, because this experience with him is on another level.

Sanders spreads my legs with his and crawls between them. He runs his cock over my pussy lips, juicy and swollen with need. I’m so sensitive and I gasp out with that touch, that tease. The need that it creates in me. I moan when he keeps rubbing the massive head over my pussy. I want him to fuck me but this teasing draws such a need out in me that I almost want to be trapped in time with what he’s doing right now.

Sanders challenges me to move, his eyes daring mine. I bite my lip and I know my tremble tells him everything I need.

He circles the head of his cock over my pussy opening and my elbows gets wobbly like I won’t be able to hold myself up.

Sanders puts his arms under me, pulling himself to me and spearing his massive cock into my pussy. I scream out with need, a moan so full of need I think my soul might be escaping my lips.

“I’ve got you,” Sanders says, his hands holding me so tight and pulling me so close I feel absolutely treasured. His massive cock may be fucking me, but it is so much more than fucking me. The way he is filling me up, stroking so deep and slow, I’m bordering on religious experience every time he fills me. When his cock leaves me, for just a second before he strokes back in, I feel so empty. I wrap my arms around him, wrap my legs around him, and press my body against him like I’m trying to get as close to him as possible. Because I am. I want to be as close to him as I can. I roll my hips and work with him, helping him fuck me so deep. The slow strokes that we roll together in a sensual dance take my breath away. My heart is thundering in my chest and I’m moaning and holding my lips together with all the sensation. Humming, groaning, whimpering. His mouth flows over my body like a sunset taking over the night sky. It begins and you don’t know how it got so far but it goes on and gets more beautiful than when it started.

His rock hard cock takes me over and makes my legs shake. I feel him pick up the speed just a little bit. I slam my hips a little bit harder. We slowly up the tempo until the room feels hotter than the sun and we work up to crashing against each other in so many little explosions.

Little explosions that lead up the biggest orgasm of my life. His cock starts to spurt hot cum inside me just seconds before I come undone. My pussy strangles his cock, our fingers grasp hard against each other as we ride our own sunset to a sunrise of ecstasy. My eyes were squeezed shut, but when I feel Sanders pull his hands lower and close his mouth over my breast — his cock still rutting loads of hot cum into me, mind you — I open my eyes to watch him close his mouth around me. The sight of his mouth on my skin while my orgasm runs through me and his pummels into me is the most sensual thing I’ve ever experienced. I watch him and focus on breathing at as normal a pace I can manage as my heart hammers in my chest out of control. I can almost hear the flutter of my heart. My pussy squeezes his cock so hard that my ass muscles are going to be sore the next day. My legs are pulling tight against him, holding him deep inside of me.

Sanders filled me up to the brim with so much cum, and his orgasm ended. Mine is starting to die down…when he just keeps pumping into me. He slows the speed and keeps stroking. He pulls my legs up and spreads them apart. His mouth pops off my breast with a wet sound and I capture his gaze while he watches me intently. His cock is spearing me so deep at this angle, and he strokes in so deep each time that my eyes are rolling back in their orbits with the pressure and lust he works up inside of me. He’s fucking me so deep that I don’t know if I’m coming or about to. I don’t know how I’m taking his cock so deep, again and again. He speeds up and the pressure builds so hot inside me that I think I might burst. My legs shudder but Sanders is holding them up perfectly.

He starts to pull back and thrust harder into me. His hands grip my ankles even harder, a bruising touch that will leave its mark tomorrow.

I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on my pussy squeezing his cock each time it thrusts so deep inside me. I can’t think about tomorrow. I can only think about now.

Sanders speeds up even more, spreads my legs even more and slides deep into me. I think my pussy is being assaulted with arousal at this point. I am being split in half. I’m so wet. I’m shaking. His cum is already filling me up and his cock is about to unload more. We keep fucking like this for an eternity and his cock spurts more cum into me. The feeling of his rock hard cock coming in me again makes my pussy come so hard that it threatens to push Sanders’s cock out of me.

Sanders’s responds in the most alpha male way imaginable. He lifts up my ass a little and pushes my extremely spread legs up to my face, ramming his cock so deep in me the I’m literally screaming out now with desire. It feels like something has burst within me, molten pleasure flooding my body and possessing me like a demon. I shriek; I shudder; I can’t hold my body up.

“I’ve got you,” Sanders repeats. His hold on me is the only thing that keeps me from collapsing.

Well, that, and the hard as steel cock impaling me and loading me up with so much cum I can see it mixing with my own and running out of my pussy. Because of the position that I’m in, I feel it sliding down my ass.

After an eternity of the extreme penetration, my body feels taut. He is still rock hard but his cock has stopped roping cum inside me, so he pulls me to his side. Sliding his cock out, I whimper at the exit, after how deep I was taking him. He cuddles me against him and slides back into me, tucking his arm under my leg and holding it up.

He rolls into me, sliding deep again but with a slow rhythm that fills me up again but hits such different angles. I can’t believe we are still fucking, and I can’t believe that even after all of this, I still want him more.

I have never been fucked like this before. Sanders is like a machine, programmed to fulfill every lustful desire that I didn’t know that I even had.

We fuck like his until we both come again, and we collapse together. He didn’t even pull out and we just collapsed together, spent.