I can hardly believe my luck. When I came back to my old neighborhood I figured I’d just see the same old faces. People who never moved away; never wished for anything more than what they’ve got.

That’s not Daphne at all. She isn’t one of the old, boring faces I left to get away from. It’s almost funny that I finally find someone as vibrant, full of life, brimming with so much fucking sex appeal, back here in the sleepy town I couldn’t wait to get away from. Not to mention, literally next door.

With my palm skating up her thigh and my tongue between her sweet lips, there is nothing I can think of other than parting her legs and getting a real taste of her.

As I pull back and look into her eyes, my hands trailing along the buttons on her pants, I know that I was wrong before. This woman doesn’t need a man -- no way -- but right now she wants one, and I get to be the one who’s here to give her what she’s asking for.

Like I said: I can’t believe my luck.

I lift her shirt over her head, slowly, taking my time and drinking her in. I bury my face in her neck and graze my teeth over her collarbone then pull back to look at her, topless and looking up at me so sweetly.

“Fuck,” I say. “You’re beautiful.”

Her cheeks turn an even more vibrant shade of pink as I take her in, my gaze raking over her partially exposed body.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she replies, running her palms up and over my back, then cups my cheeks as she pulls me back in for a kiss.

I press myself against her, knowing she can feel my need for her against her covered skin. She arches her back and grinds against my already steel-hard cock.

I don’t think I’ll be able to wait another minute to be inside this woman.

“I, uh, I just want to mention that I don’t do this very often,” she says, pulling away from me for just a moment, her palm on my chest, and her lips pressed together. She has a sparkle in her eyes that shows me she isn’t fully serious about caring what I think.

“I don’t do this that often either,” I assure her with a grin, wondering if that was the assurance she was looking for.

“I just mean… I write about sex way more often than I actually, you know, have it? I have so many ideas, but I never get to try them.”

She’s so damn cute.

“That’s interesting,” I say, and flick open the top button of her pants. “Wanna show me what you write about?”

She squirms against my hands as I gently pull her pants off, revealing impossibly sexy matching black lace lingerie. My girl was hoping she would be seen without her clothes on tonight.

That thought only makes me harder, if that’s possible.

Music drifts from one of the houses nearby and the air is uncharacteristically warm. The lighting is low and soft, and as my hands trail over her curves and my lips map out the line of her neck, I wonder if Daphne has ever written a scene as hot as the one about to play out in real life.

“What kinds of kinks do you write about that you’ve always wanted to try?” I whisper against her earlobe, feeling her shudder at the words. I love how easily I can get her worked up. It’s like we were made to fit together. My cock longs to be inside her, but I want to make sure this is everything I know it can be. Especially if this is the only time I can be with her.

But she just shakes her head, and her long hair ripples around her shoulders, glowing red and gold in the porch lights.

“I just want to be with you,” she says, and presses a soft kiss against my lips, making me twitch. “For now.”

“I can do that.”

I close my teeth around her neck, only just hard enough to make her pull in a breath, and at the same time, I push her panties to the right with my fingers, brushing across her wetness. She bucks against my hand and I know she wants this as badly as I do.

“Can anyone see us?” she gasps as I press my tip against her slick pussy.

“No,” I murmur, feeling her heartbeat thrum under my lips.

“Hmm…”

She sounds almost disappointed? This girl is secretly kinky as fuck… so secretly that I’m not even positive she knows it herself.

“The neighbors would have to be looking out their windows at exactly the right time and the right angle. They’d have to be drawn right to the light from this porch. It’s unlikely.” I push into her a little more, and my cock head slides an inch inside her. She gasps and then bites her lower lip. Her hips roll in my direction, and another inch of my rigid manhood slides inside her.

“Yeah?” she encourages.

“Maybe they’d look out if they heard a noise,” I whisper, and she groans right on cue as I bottom out inside of her. “So, we better keep quiet.”

As I begin to thrust in and out, she begins to whine and writhe beneath me. Her noises, her kinky excitement at the thought of being watched, and her perfect tits bouncing combine into the sexiest image I’ve ever fucking seen. I’m already so damn close.

“I want you to fill me up,” she pants, matching my thrusts with the bucking of her hips, and I fuck her until she clenches me so tight, groaning and clawing at my back. My girl orgasms so easy and so quickly around me that it’s like we’ve been waiting to do this forever. Like she’s been ready for this for far too long.

Her words, her moans, and her clenching cunt bring me over the edge I was already teetering near. But I obey her command and fill her the fuck up.

Spent and breathing hard, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, I lie on my side and pull her onto my chest while she recovers. I kiss her everywhere I can reach as she comes back down to Earth again.

I’m already thinking about what I can do to her next. I thought I might think about her a little less after I slept with her, but I can already tell she isn’t leaving my mind that easily.