If there’s any part of Dane that wants to hide the enormous erection bulging in his pants right now, he’s not listening to it. He stands in front of me and the way he looks at me makes my heart race.

Like I’m too good to be real. Like I’m fictional.

Like I’m his fantasy.

And I’m fine with being this man’s fantasy. As long as he promises to help me act out mine. Because the truth is, yeah, I’ve tested these toys. The butt plugs, the anal beads, the dildos and bullets and rabbits, but it’s been boring for the most part.

I’ve always just wished that I could have someone to play with me while I enjoyed my collection. And Dane is clearly turned on by my collection, and that knowledge turns me on just as much. It’s time to play.

“Pick something,” I tell him, wanting him to take the lead. His eyebrows rise like I told him he could have everything he wants for Christmas. At first, I wonder if he’ll need more prompting, maybe some suggestions, but then he turns back to the wall and his hand closes around something.

Hot pink and tapered at one end, Dane has zoned in on one of my mid-sized silicone butt plugs. I smile and close the gap between us, allowing his arms to wrap around my middle as I press our bodies together and my lips against his. Dane is so solid, so effortlessly sexy and such a calm, but ridiculously hot presence. I feel so lucky in this moment that I was able to choose him for my fling.

His tongue flicks between my lips and instantly I feel myself grow wetter, heat glowing from my core as he claims my mouth and squeezes my ass -- firmly but gently. He can turn me on so completely, so quickly. I can’t remember the last time anyone had this effect on me.

“What are you planning on doing with that?” I tease, referring to the little silicone toy in his hand. He lifts it and turns it around, a smile playing on his lips.

He takes the loose cotton dress I’m wearing in his hands and pulls it easily over my head. I stand there naked and tuck strands of hair behind my ears, fighting not to blush, but I do. I blush so easily for Dane.

“Get on all fours, baby.”

I never thought hearing someone commanding me to do something would turn me on so much, but Dane’s calm, confident order has my knees weak -- to the point that I might have wanted to sink to the floor anyway.

I drop to my knees, not all fours yet, and unbuckle his belt, then unbutton his pants. He watches me silently, and I don’t know if he disapproves of my disobeying him or if he’s intrigued to see what I am going to do next.

“All fours,” he says again, as I pull his long, thick cock from his boxers and lick from the base to the tip, looking up into his eyes as I trace circles around the head of his perfect cock. He lets out a muffled noise of pure pleasure, which sends more heat flooding between my legs, but then he takes his own cock in his hand and out of mine.

“Turn the other way,” he says.

Reluctantly, I turn 180 degrees away from him and settle onto all fours, presenting him with a full view of my butt. I’m shaking with anticipation. The fresh memory of his groaning; the flash of desire in his eyes whenever he looks at me. I’m so wet, I’m almost dripping. I can feel it between my legs even without using my fingers.

I can also feel the heat of his gaze on my exposed body. I must be glistening with arousal. Just one touch from him and I know I’ll start to twitch; I wonder if he’ll be able to see that or if he would have to slide inside me to feel it.

Suddenly his hands are on my butt; his large, strong hands. They’re warm and solid and just feeling them against my skin makes my hips push backward, desperate for his fingers to slip inside me and give me some kind of relief.

He pulls away, leaving my skin cold without his touch, and then a sharp but gentle smack lands on my right buttcheek. I twitch as the vibrations -- a good inch away from being pain -- drive right to my core, and make me wild.

He knows exactly what he’s doing because he waits just the right amount of time before touching me again. He waits until I’m just about whimpering with need for him, but just as that desire peaks before it drops again, his fingers are sliding inside me. Instantly, I clench around his knuckles as he pushes in further, and then he slides out, wet and slippery with my juices, and then circles his fingers over my other hole instead.

I haven’t been touched like this before, ever, by anyone but myself. And even then, it was tentative; unsure. So, when Dane rubs me in tight circles with his fingers without any hesitation, I’m almost undone by his confidence just as much as by the sensation of his fingertips skating small, wet circles on my flesh.

Just when I’m settling into the intensity of that sensation, his fingers are swiftly replaced by his tongue and the cool solidness of his finger is suddenly a hot softness making those same tight circles.

I could almost completely come apart just from this sensation… almost. It feels so good, my legs are shaking, and my pussy is wetter than I think it ever has been before, but I need something inside me before I start whimpering and moving my hips.

Dane is perfectly aware of what I need; I shouldn’t have doubted him. He gives me one final playful lick and then pulls away, smoothing lube that he has warmed up with his hands over my hole and then pressing the toy against me.

I may not have done much kinky stuff with anyone in the past, but I write about it enough to know what to do to emphasize pleasure. Not to mention those practice sessions I’ve had in the past.

So, I relax as soon as the plug pushes against me. It slides inside me with only minimal resistance from my tight, twitching muscles.

Almost immediately, it makes me feel so full, my muscles squeezing it tightly before I take a couple of deep breaths and relax the way I know I need to. The pressure gives way to an intense kind of pleasure instead, but my pussy is still aching for attention.

As soon as the thought enters my mind, though, Dane’s cock head is pressing against my eager slit. As the plug fills me up in one way, his thick shaft fills me up in the other until I’m full and seeing stars.

I’ve never felt so good. I feel like I would already trust Dane to do anything with me. I want him to guide me through the maze of my own secret desires.

He fucks me harder while I’m still filled with the hot pink butt plug, and I feel the most intense orgasm of my life start to build deep inside me. Almost instantly, before I can tell him or even tell myself, I’m leaning forward with his cock buried deep inside me, sliding in and out and stimulating every bit of me, and I can hear myself crying out as if from so far away.

Dane lets out something not too unlike a growl as I come hard, clenching his cock over and over as the sensations crash through me, filling me, and then releasing me bit by bit.

He grips me as I reach my peak, inside me as far as he could possibly be, and then he slowly, gently, withdraws while I tremble against his firm touch. The butt plug is pulled out too, slowly, and I wiggle my hips from side to side, panting and unable to talk yet but trying to make my meaning clear.

We’re not finished yet…

He seems to agree. More warmed up lube tingles against my tighter hole until it’s almost as wet as my dripping pussy, and then he pushes his cock head against it, eager and urgent and waiting to slide all the way inside where no other man has been.

It’s good he warmed me up with that butt plug first because Dane is not a small man -- not in any way. He stretches me to my limits and then pushes beyond them, and I crash through barriers as pleasure, the likes of which I’ve never known before, ripples outward through my body.

Soon he’s moving inside me, slow and gentle at first to make sure I can accept as much of him as possible. Then he moves faster and with longer strokes until he is bottomed out inside me. I groan and lean forward, pressing my forehead against the soft shag carpet while Dane ravages my ass from behind.

I don’t know if he’s done this before -- I know I haven’t -- but I wouldn’t have wanted to lose my anal virginity to any other man. He knows exactly when to be gentle and when to be rough.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he growls from behind me, and I can do nothing but whine in response. I am seeing stars from whatever he’s doing to me. He grabs my hips and rams into me and I come completely undone all over again. Once again Dane is the only thing holding me up because my arms and legs go weak as pleasure rattles through me.

It’s a different kind of orgasm from the last ones I’ve had with him, but it’s new and exciting. If it had a sound it would be a lower hum, singing through my body and gripping all of me tightly. My muscles tense and release out of my control and I roll my hips in the air, clenching Dane’s thick cock until he releases everything he has deep inside me. I can feel it, hot as it shoots in, filling me up; his cock jerking against my own pulsing walls as we come together. So loudly, I wonder if the whole quiet suburban neighborhood can hear us.

Let them hear.

He leads me by the hand next door to my big, soft bed, and he immediately cradles me, holds me, kisses me all over and whispers how amazing I am while my vision comes back into focus.

“You are so perfect, Daphne,” he murmurs into my hair, and I melt completely into his arms. I feel like a new woman. A woman who has finally had the chance to explore parts of herself she has always wanted to.

And loved it.

“You think so?” I ask, a teasing tone in my voice as I turn to look him in his gorgeous eyes.

“You’re the perfect woman,” he replies. Sincerely. It throws me for a moment and I shuffle around a little to look at him better. “I never thought I’d meet a woman like you.” He presses a kiss to my hair and then smooths it behind my ears so he can see my face better. I’m dumbstruck by what I’m hearing.

This isn’t fling talk at all.

I wiggle away from his touch, mostly so I can see all of him at once, and I raise my eyebrows at him. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I’ve never felt like this before, Daph.”

That nickname again. Coming from his mouth I can hear it -- that he truly cares for me. I don’t know how to feel.

“Dane,” I say, and as he waits for me to speak his face falls a little at the tone of my voice. “This is just for a couple of days, remember? You’re going back to your cabin in the woods. This is my home.” I gesture around, the one I’m so proud of. “We’re from two different worlds.”

He lets me talk, saying nothing, just stroking my arm with his thumb. His touch feels so damn good but that doesn’t make what I’m saying any less true.

“Insta-love only happens in romance novels,” I finish quietly.

His lips turn upwards again into a smile. “Trust me,” he says. “This is real. I know you feel it too.”

Dane and I pushed our limits a little more than we’re used to. Tried new things. Maybe I should continue in that vein.

“What do you think?” he presses gently, his palm sliding down from my arm around my waist and hip and ending on my thigh. His hand is so solid, so warm. I look into his eyes and at his unfairly handsome face; his thick, masculine facial hair.

I open and shut my mouth, and then decide to tell the truth.

Even though it’s scary as hell to say out loud.

“I think you’re crazy,” I laugh. “But… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel it too. You’re exactly the kind of man I think I could open my heart to.” I wriggle closer to him again, by an inch, desperate to feel his warmth again.

“Tell me more,” he says, his smile so hot and welcoming and… familiar. Already, Dane feels so safe.

He didn’t have to prompt me. I wanted to say more.

“I think you’re the complete package, Dane. You are so sweet but so rugged. Loyal. Trustworthy. I’ve always wanted to meet a man like you.” He moves his hand to squeeze mine and I blush at the sincerity of my own words. I’ve been burned before, and I really did just want a fling… but how could any sane woman resist a man like Dane for any length of time?

He nuzzles his chin against my hand and we laugh together, and then when he wraps me up in his big, strong arms, I realize I could stay like this forever.

“Plus,” I add, reaching up to run my fingers across his chin. “You’ve got a beard I’d love to keep fondling.”