Keep your eyes closed.”

“Why?”

Sarah sighs, but it’s barely audible over the spray of hot water that’s sluicing over us from the two showerheads on opposite sides of the huge stall. Whoever renovated her apartment kept most of it fairly low-key, but they went all out on the master bath.

“Just do it,” she says, gripping my erection from her position behind me. “Or you can dry off and go home.”

That’s the last thing I want to do, so I scrunch my eyes tight. “Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s better.” She applies a little scented gel to my cock, giving it a super slipperiness that makes it easier for her to stroke me. Easier for her; I’m having a hell of a time keeping myself from exploding all over the shower door.

“I still don’t know why I have to—”

She slaps my ass so hard I yelp.

“What is it with you and control?” She’s giggling, but I can hear the exasperation in her voice. “This is going to be fun, dummy.”

I brace my hands against the shower walls in an attempt to keep myself upright while she continues soaping me all over with the gel. It feels amazing, but I still don’t know what the surprise is supposed to—

Then I hear her drop down to the floor behind me and feel her delicate fingers grip my ass cheeks. What in the world is she—

My cheeks are apart before I realize what’s happening, and suddenly the hot wetness of her tongue sends a lightning bolt through me, all the way from my balls to my chest. I press harder against the walls to try to keep my feet under me and not collapse as my knees go weak.

“Oh my God,” I gasp. “Sarah, that’s… oh my God.”

Her hand cups me between my legs and squeezes playfully, which sends even more shockwaves through me. I float on a cloud of pleasure for what seems like forever as she caresses my most private parts. No one has ever touched me there before, and it somehow feels wrong and yet so right at the same time.

But I finally pull myself out of the moment before I regret it.

“I can’t,” I huff. “Sarah, I’ll come if you don’t stop…”

And just like that, she’s done and pulling herself back up to a standing position, leaving me to recover my equilibrium.

“We can’t have that,” she says matter-of-factly. “Only mutual climaxes tonight. Like the old song says, you can’t have one without the other.”

Love & Marriage. It’s a classic tune, and it makes me wonder—is it true?

Holy shit, did I just think about marriage? I’m Justin Lucas, for fuck’s sake!

I turn to face her. She’s even more stunning without make-up, her hair plastered to her head, her naked body glistening. If only we could just stay just like this, the two of us exposed completely to each other, forever.

Whoa, boy, get a grip on yourself.

Then Sarah gets a grip on me and it’s hard to think again.

“I just wanted you to feel the way you make me feel.” She’s smiling, but her eyes drill right into me. “That feeling when someone makes you lose control. Like you’re giving yourself to them and letting them do what they know will make you feel good.”

I grasp her shoulders and pull her to me. Our mouths come together in hot, wet union and our tongues meet again to catch up like old friends. The tip of my cock slides amiably against her opening and she tilts her hips forward to take advantage of it.

“You did make me lose control,” I sigh in her ear.

“How did it feel?”

I pause. How did it feel? It’s never happened with a woman before.

“It felt like the most natural thing in the world. I should close my eyes more often.”

Her smile is like sunshine. It’s not the lascivious grin she was wearing when she led me into the shower by my cock; it’s more innocent.

“That’s what I wanted,” she says. “That’s how I feel with you.”

We stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before the lizard part of my brain that controls the fight-or-flight instinct takes over. This is getting way too deep.

“Well,” I purr. “that sure sounds like an invitation to me.”

Now it’s my turn to drop to my knees. The last thing I see before my eyes turn to her cleft is Sarah’s head dropping back in anticipation. I part her lips with my thumbs and take all of her into my mouth, a soul kiss that sends my tongue probing into her depths. Her fingers find my hair and grip hard as she becomes the one struggling to stay upright.

I’ve done this so many times, but this time it’s… different. Before it’s been about bringing her to orgasm, making her scream, proving I’m the man. Now it’s something else. I just want her to feel my mouth on her, to know how much I enjoy kissing her there. Hoe much I want to make her feel good.

What the hell is happening to me?

Her hips begin to tremble and she tugs gently at my hair to pull me back up. Her eyes are still closed when our faces meet again.

“I need you to fuck me,” she breathes. “Right now.”

The urgency in her voice somehow makes me even harder, as if my cock was straining to get loose from the skin around it, and I grab her by the hips. I spin her around and she reflexively drops forward at the waist and props her hands against the wall. A second later, she gasps as I thrust my full length inside of her. She’s so wet that there’s no resistance at all, and my groin presses against the cheeks of her heart-shaped rear end.

“Oh, God,” she moans. “Oh Justin, please, hard…”

As if I had a choice. My cock has a mind of its own right now and I clutch her around the waist, holding on for dear life as my hips jackhammer me in and out of her sex, feeling the heat with every shuddering stroke. My conscious mind disappears and I become a grunting, thrusting animal whose only goal is release.

“Yes,” she pants. “Oh, dear God, YES…”

One final thrust and I pull her hips back towards me, holding on to her to keep myself upright, my rod twitching and jerking as it rains fire inside of her. My breathing has stopped even as my heart hammers against my chest wall, and I have to make a conscious effort to suck in air again.

“Sarah,” I breathe. I can’t think of anything else to say so I give one last thrust, which sets off another trembling mini-earthquake inside of her.

We both stay there in that ridiculous position, panting, gasping, trying to regain our composure. Neither of us speaks, or makes a move to uncouple from the other, for another full minute.

* * *

“I feel sorry for some women,” Sarah says out of the blue.

We’re still naked—it’s been almost three hours since either of us had anything more than a towel on us—and lying beside me on her bed. Her hair is a mess of tangles in varying states of dryness, and she doesn’t seem to care one bit.

“What do you mean?”

She rolls onto her side and strokes my chest with her fingertips. Against all the laws of physiology, my cock actually starts to stiffen yet again, but I will it down.

“What women?” I ask.

“PinkBook has done stories on sex—”

“No kidding,” I grin.

“Shush. Some of them are actually worthwhile; not like that junk that Cosmo puts out. Anyway, a lot of women say that they never come at the same time as their partner. That seems sad to me now.”

“Now?”

She locks her eyes on mine. “I used to be one of them. But tonight, with you… well, I assume we came together each time. Either that or you’re one hell of an actor.”

“I am,” I say. “When I want to be. But not with you.” The stupidity of what I just said hits me and I quickly add: “Not anymore. You know what I mean.”

“Yes, I do.” Her smile is wide and sleepy and comfortable.

“I think you beat me in sheer numbers, though.”

That makes her giggle. “That’s the best part about being a woman. I was coming all over the place in waves. Some were bigger than others. Some even ran into the others.”

“I aim to please.”

She rolls on top of me and kisses me. “You succeed.”

We lie like that for a while, until she finally props herself on her elbows over top of me.

“Not that I want to change the subject,” she says, “but I wanted to talk about something else for a minute.”

I roll my eyes. “I knew it. There had to be a catch. Now you’re going to start telling me about Amway.”

She grins and flicks my earlobe with her thumb and middle finger.

“I’m serious.”

I put on my serious face, which makes her giggle.

“I’m really glad you apologized,” she says.

“So am I.” She can’t begin to imagine how glad.

“And we just proved that we have great sex together.”

“That’s the understatement of the year.”

“But that can’t be all that this relationship is about,” she says. “I want more than that. Do you understand what I mean?”

Actually, I do know. She may act like the modern, corporate woman who knows what she wants and goes after it, but deep down, she’s still a country girl at heart. She’ll fight like a tiger against anyone who might suggest that, but it doesn’t mean it’s not true.

It suddenly occurs to me that I just heard the R-word without shuddering. Astounding.

“Yeah,” I say. “So how about we finally get together with your friends and you can introduce me to them?”

Her eyes widen. “Seriously? I was just about to ask you that!”

I shrug. “It only makes sense. How else are they going to find out how awesome I am?”

“Yeah, don’t say anything like that when we’re with them,” she says. “You’re nowhere near as funny as you like to think you are.”

I feign shock. She smiles and grabs my shaft, which is instantly as hard as concrete again.

“Don’t worry,” she coos. “You make up for it in other ways.”

Then her lips are around me and I lose control of my all thoughts yet again.