My body was still shivering from the mind-blowing orgasm Sam gave me. All I could think about was how I wanted more. I wanted his cock. I wanted more of his tongue. I wanted his hands all over me. I heard his jeans hit the floor and I sat up to rip the shirt from his chest.

I had imagined what he would look like without a shirt. I had seen the edges of a tattoo peeking from under the sleeve and now I’d finally see all of it.

The shirt slid off his smooth shoulders as my hands explored the ridges of his muscles. He was built like a solid block of marble. There was muscle defined by more muscle. I walked my fingers over the ink that raced up his arm. It was a dragon that looked as if its talons had hooked onto his bicep. It was sexy and beautiful at the same time.

My fingertips couldn’t get enough, but my core was aching for something much stronger than the power in his chest and arms.

He grinned at me. “Feeling good?”

I nodded. “Amazing.”

Had I ever let a man lick and suck my clit like that? Had I ever spread my legs without embarrassment? I couldn’t think of a time when it felt so right to have a man between my legs. Not until tonight.

Maybe it was because he was a stranger and we had an agreement. There were no expectations. No strings. Just pure physical lust and passion. And God, did he have a lot of it. He was cocky, but I didn’t care. He knew what he was doing. And that made him sexy.

“Do you know how sweet you taste?” he growled at the base of my throat.

“No,” I answered.

His mouth landed on mine, shoving his tongue between my lips. I could taste myself there. He pressed harder, sucking over my mouth. I clawed at his back, feeling the want fire through me.

“That’s what you taste like.” He grinned. “Like pure heaven.”

I licked my lips. I didn’t know it could be sexy to enjoy my own taste, but with it dripping off Sam, it was. I was turned on. I felt the heat of my wetness between my legs. I was beginning to ache again.

“And what do you taste like?” I taunted.

His eyes lit up. “God, I want to fuck your mouth. I want you to tell me how I taste.”

I wanted his skin sliding over my tongue. I wanted that bead of dew. I wanted the salty sweetness of his cock. He straddled me, planting his knees on the mattress next to my shoulders. I licked my lips, preparing for it. His shaft was wide and thick. It would take a few tries, but I’d give him the best blowjob he’d ever had.

I carefully wrapped my hands around his erection, guiding him toward my mouth. I licked with strong pressure, sucking in the first drop of dew off his head. He groaned and kicked his hips forward. My tongue swirled over the top, taking him in gradually.

He looked down at me and I saw the utter hunger in his eyes. My mouth opened and he slid inside me.

“Fuck,” he growled.

And I felt the glory of taking his big dick so deep in my throat. I felt the confidence surging through my limbs as he started rocking into me. I massaged his balls and tugged lightly while he passed through my lips. Nothing felt as powerful as this. He was loving every second of it. His eyes closed for a second and the back of my nails dug into his lower back. With a sudden jerk, he hit the back of my throat and I moaned. I felt his body tense and he quickly pulled out.

“Shit,” he whispered. He took a deep breath. “I want to fuck you deeper.”

And I could imagine it. Picture it as he plunged inside me. How he would fill me with his masterful cock. I was shaking, I wanted it so badly.

“Do it. Fuck me,” I demanded.

I swear I had never spoken those words before. But he had unleashed something primal in me. I could be completely wild and free with him. His touch did it to me. Or maybe it was his tongue. Or maybe it was the thought of how his cock would feel pushing inside me.

His hands slid under my back and rotated me toward the head of the bed. I looked around, feeling slightly disoriented. He grabbed the stack of pillows next to my head and shoved them under my hips. I felt them tilt in the air. I was completely exposed like this. He had control of me. All of me.

“You want it deep, don’t you?” he asked.

“God, yes,” I panted.

I eyed him as I pointed my toes and laid one calf on his right shoulder and then the other on his left shoulder. He kissed my knee, dragging his teeth over my skin.

“Your legs are fucking insane. I’ve never seen anyone as hot as you, Natalia.”

I smiled. I wasn’t about to tell him he was getting ready to sleep with a Warrior Goddess. These legs were how I got the job. That, and twenty years of ballet.

He rubbed his cock between my folds, coating the head of his erection with my juices. I tipped toward him, wanting to pull him inside. Needing him to fill me with everything he had.

“You feel too good,” he groaned. He ran the tip over my clit and I whimpered. I was aching. He was hard like a rod of steel and I wanted to feel the friction of our bodies rubbing together, sliding along each other. Making each other wet and hot with every touch.

He leaned sideways and I heard him rip the edge off a foil packet. I watched as he rolled it on his pulsing cock. He rubbed his erection between my legs, parting my slit.

“Sam,” I whispered. I didn’t know what more to say. What would make the pain stop. A pain that had me burning from the inside out.

He settled at my entrance and I gasped at how intense it was just feeling how I stretched around him. His fingers flicked and rubbed over my clit.

“Say something to me in French,” he whispered. “Something dirty.” His eyes glazed with hunger for me.

“J’ai envie de toi.” I could barely talk. “Baise-moi.”

He continued to massage his shaft through my slickness. “Tell me what you said.” He was breathing hard.

I pressed my palms backward into the tufted headboard, praying he’d sink inside me. “I said I want you. Fuck me.”

He closed his eyes and let the words wash over him. I’d say it a hundred more times if it turned him on.

“Baise-moi,” I repeated. “Baise-moi.”

The frenzy built until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was done playing. I grabbed his ass, drawing him to my center, and then he sank inside me with a solid burst of heat as our bodies fused.

Holy shit. Nothing had felt as intense as this. With my hips in the air, he could push deeper than I’d ever experienced.

As soon as he was inside, he lost control. He began pumping and riding me, sending me into oblivion. My legs bounced in the air as he gripped my hips, dipping in and out of me with solid strokes of pleasure.

Our bodies aligned like the perfect dance. His muscles moving and bending where mine shifted to accommodate him. His shoulders rippled with strength as the grace of my legs wrapped around him.

I’d never felt like I was dancing before when I was having sex, but that was exactly what it felt like. As if Sam was lifting me in the air and twirling me around, giving me the high of a lifetime. My body was whole. It was alive with desire and passion. I was spiraling, tumbling through ecstasy.

I stretched around his wide cock, desperately trying to hold him close to me. He rubbed my tits with his thumbs and I started to feel the coil in my belly unloosen. I couldn’t stop it from happening.

“I’m going to come. Oh, God.”

He pinched and toyed. “Do it, baby. Ride it out with me.”

I bit into my lip as he took another deep thrust. I cried out as the pleasure ripped through me, starting with my clit, then circling my body with bursts of rapture.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he unleashed himself inside me.

The sweat rolled down his chest and I panted as my second orgasm picked up where the other one left off.

I clutched his firm ass, digging my nails into his skin. “Don’t stop,” I begged.

I didn’t want the dance to end. I didn’t want the pleasure to be over. I wanted to stay in the air while he carried me through the high.

He grinned. “As hard as I am, I won’t.” He plunged into me again, then kicked my legs off his shoulders, pressing a kiss on my mouth with blistering heat.

I held on to him, clinging to his damp, warm body as the waves pulsed through me. One after another. I vibrated and shook in his arms.

He yanked the pillows out from my hips, lowering me to the mattress with a wide smile. I knew he had a plan.

He rolled on his back, pulling me on top. I grinned, knowing I could move with him like this. My breasts perked and I started to ride him with wild abandon. I felt the power of my body. The skill in my movements as he closed his eyes.

I had him. He was going to come. I rose up, bringing the tip of his cock to my entrance, then sank on him swiftly.

That was when his arms wrapped around me and he pulled me to his mouth, biting and sucking at my lips. I melted in his arms, feeling another orgasm surge in my limbs as he pumped in and out of me. I’d meant to drive him crazy. Blind him with passion, but our bodies together were like a combustible substance, and I lost the power I had over him. I lost it in his arms. I lost it in his lips as he fucked me with the gentle thrusts of my most beautiful dance.

He kissed the V of my throat. “I—”

“What is it?” I searched his eyes. I hoped he had the words that explained what was happening between us. I was looking for the words too, but I couldn’t comprehend what our bodies had done. What they were doing. I tried to catch my breath, but I was tingling all the way to my toes.

“Nothing.” He shook his head. “It’s nothing. Just that I can’t wait to fuck you while you come again. How did you say it in French?”

I kissed him. “Baise-moi.”

He chuckled. “Baise-moi?”

I nodded. “Oui.” My body felt warm pressed against him, the sweat of sex slick between us. I was somehow satisfied and restless at the same time.

“Then baise-moi, darlin’.”

I didn’t question him. But I didn’t believe what he had said either. He was about to say something important. I could sense it. I could see it in his eyes. And if he felt half of what I did when he was inside me, we had both fucked up. We had made the mistake of thinking we could leave the hotel as strangers, just as we had found each other in the bar. But this man didn’t feel like someone I didn’t know. Sam felt like part of my soul. Part of the air I breathed.

I looked into his eyes, wondering if he felt the same thing.