I jump into the driver’s side and roar out of the parking lot like my dick is on fire. The thought of seeing her naked within the next few minutes has me blasting through yellow lights and performing rolling stops. I’m so glad we’re closer to her place now than we were at Nick and Jenna’s.

I pull into her parking space, and we both run full throttle towards the front entrance to her building, racing up the stairs two and three at a time. She shoulders the door open the minute I twist the key in the lock. “Someone’s impatient to get inside,” I say, pulling her arm back teasingly. She breaks my hold and runs back into the bedroom, locking me out.

“I just need a minute,” she hollers out through the closed door.

Fuck. I don’t have any condoms. It’s all about her tonight anyway. The door to the bedroom opens, but she doesn’t come out. I wait a moment longer, and decide to go in search of her. Pushing the door open wider, I step through and she’s standing at her vanity brushing her hair.

I stop and stare at her, as she continues stroking the brush through that gorgeous bronze hair. She’s staring at me through the reflection on her mirror. She’s wearing that black velvet bra and panty number that Jenna sent me a picture of. Jesus Christ, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. My fingers actually twitch with the need to touch her. She follows my movements in the mirror as I approach her.

I reach out and run my fingers lightly across the hemline of the panty, barely skimming her ass. She shivers. “I love the texture of the velvet against your skin,” I whisper. Bending forward, I run the tip of my tongue up her spine, only stopping to gather her hair up into my hand. She quivers again, as I run my tongue around her neckline to suck on her ear lobe.

I wrap my arm around her, pulling her tight to me. My hand is splayed across her belly and I massage her abs, then rub circles lower and lower toward her pussy. My fingers dip into her waistband and I cup her mound. I slip one finger into her and my thumb lingers on her clit, circling, rubbing, and teasing her until the moment I press firmly against it. Her knees buckle and she pitches forward, releasing a mewling whimper.

I grab her hips and hold her until she’s steady. My thumbs slide her bra straps from her shoulders and I flip the front closure open. She rolls her shoulders, letting it drop between us down to the floor. She’s still watching every move I make in the reflection in the mirror. Taking her breasts in my hands, I massage them and cup them in my palms. My thumbs rub against her hardened nipples, then I tweak them between my fingers.

Her body is twisting and writhing as broken moans escape her lips. Gliding my hands down her sides, my thumbs hook into the thin, velvet waistband strings of the panty. I drag them down her slim thighs and she steps out of them.

I run my fingertips up her legs and sides, then reach out to hold both of her hands. I hold them wide away from our bodies, putting her on display as we gaze at her in the mirror. “I memorized you,” I murmur in her ear. “I know where every freckle and scar is on your skin. I know how deep your one dimple is on your cheek, and the exact degree of curvature of your ass. My brain knows the scent of your skin with the lotion that you wear. But what it couldn’t recall was how you felt. God made me a tactile person. I need to touch you—to feel you against me, by my side, and under me. That is what I craved and missed the most.”

She twists to face me and grabs the hem of my shirt, pulling it upward and over my head. She walks forward, urging me backward until the backs of my calves hit the bed. Reaching for her hand, I twirl her around like we are dancing, and gently push her to the bed. She instinctively pulls her legs back, bending them at her knees and exposing her slick pussy to me. “Tell me what you want, Blaze.” I fall to my knees waiting for the words.

“I want you—under any condition and any circumstance—but I need your tongue on my clit…now,” she whimpers as I trail my fingers up the round of her ass, teasing her. My tongue slides up her labial lips, separating them fully as I devour her taste. I didn’t realize I was a starving man until I feasted upon her. I lick and lave her clit and she pulls at my hair. She writhes and pushes her pussy into my face, and it convulses as she comes. She loosens her grip on my hair as she begs, “Kyle, I need that again, please.”

Looking up at her, I lick my glistening lips and chuckle. “My thoughts exactly,” I reply.

My hands curve around her ass and grip her hips, pulling her closer to me. Her clit is still throbbing as it vibrates against the teasing tip of my tongue. I delve into her pussy, plunging my tongue as deep as it will go. I slide my long fingers back and forth across her smooth skin, and I tickle the small patch of hair on her mound, tugging and twisting it. A broken moan escapes from her lips, and her fingers are grip my hair tighter. She’s ready to come again. Her hips rise from the bed, pushing herself into my tongue. I lap at her hard little clit as she squeezes her thighs against my cheeks writhing with pleasure.

“Make love to me, babe,” she pleads. She pulls on my shoulders, silently begging me to climb on top of her.

“Blaze, I can’t. I wasn’t prepared for this tonight,” I explain. She scoots herself backwards across the bed and slides the nightstand drawer open, reaching around for something. The only thing she pulls out is the anal plug I left from so long ago. She tosses it towards me as I reach out and catch it.

“Here, we’re gonna need that,” she says and throws a coy smile my way. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill, and you were my last lover.” I swallow hard. My heart just soared.

“Damn right,” I say. “And I’ll be your last lover. You’re my last lover, too.”

“Damn right,” she repeats looking directly into my eyes.

“On your knees facing forward, Blaze,” I command her. She hesitates, blinking in confusion. I’ve never been forceful with her. Snapping my fingers, I growl, “Now.” She jumps into position, her ass swaying back and forth nervously. My fingers slide up her pussy, collecting some of her slickness on my fingertips. I lube the anal plug and her sweet hole, sliding it in gently as she stills.

I lay across her back, reaching around to rub her breasts. Her nipples are hard, and I want to suck on them again. “Stay where you are,” I command. I lie down on my back and move under her so that I can reach her all of her. I suck on her breasts, one then the other. They are so sensitive; she shudders the minute my lips encircle them. She lowers for me to continue sucking while I glide two fingers into her wet pussy. Spreading her legs wider, she grinds down on my hand, needing me deeper. Her breathing is harsh, and she sucks on my shoulder, nipping and teasing me.

“Kyle,” she says, reaching to rub on my hard dick. “Please take off your clothes and fuck me now.”

I slide from beneath her and do as she wishes. The bed dips down as I crawl behind her again. Gripping her hips, I caress her lower back with my thumbs and push my dick inside her. Damn. Her body heat scorches me as she takes me in. She starts to move against me, slowly gaining speed and riding my full length. I smack her ass and grab her hips to slow her down, or she’s gonna make me come too soon. She’s meant to be savored.

My thumb presses against the plug and she moans. She lowers herself down onto her elbows and shifts her knees a little, opening up her pussy even further. I delve deeper, thrusting harder and harder. My balls slap against her pussy lips. My lower back tingles and my balls tighten; fuck, I’m ready to blow. I slow down, I smack her on the ass again, then pull out of her. “Blaze, come ride me. I want to see your face when you come,” I confess.

She climbs atop me and slides down my length, burying me deep within her. She holds her breasts together, high and tight, and I sit up. Both nipples strain toward my mouth, right at the perfect level. I lick and suck, lavishing them both with attention.. I pull them into my mouth and nip them, and she begins to pant.

She’s sexy as fuck, and I will never know what I did to deserve her, but I’m smart enough not to question my luck.

Her hips grind up and down, back and forth in a slow motion, as we kiss. She teases me, gliding her tongue across my lips, begging me to open to her. She nips my lips, then pulls my bottom lip into her mouth. She massages my head and scrapes her nails against my scalp, and my balls tingle. Her Japanese cherry blossom scent surrounds me. This is exactly what I missed—being consumed by her.

I stroke her hair and tease her shoulders with small kisses. God, I want to sleep skin-on-skin tonight, touching every part of her. She’s moaning and rocking back and forth, rubbing her clit on me. She throws her head back and digs her fingernails into my forearms. “Come with me, Kyle!” she moans. My balls tighten as her pussy throbs against the base of my cock. She’s ready to orgasm again. I grasp her ass cheeks, squeezing them tighter and tighter as she rides me higher on her clit. Her arms are wrapped around my neck, holding me to her chest. I can feel her heartbeat pounding against mine. She whimpers and cries out, riding the wave of her orgasm, and I push her down for one last, deep stroke and follow her over the edge.

She is the best fucking part of my life, and she’s my forever. “I love you, Aran,” I whisper in her ear as she comes down from her high. Her breath is harsh and hot against my neck. She doesn’t say anything in return. Maybe she didn’t hear me, but it was meant as a rhetorical statement. She doesn’t have to say it yet. I hurt her, but it will be the sweetest victory when I finally hear it spill from her lips.

She rolls onto the bed and closes her eyes to rest. I fetch a warm washcloth from the bathroom and clean her up, removing the anal plug. Damn, I love that she embraces my kinky shit without question. I’m not overboard with it, like some guys can be. I know it brings a woman more pleasure, and that’s my goal.

A few minutes pass in silence. I glance at her and realize that she’s fast asleep. I get up and lock the front door, turn off the lights, and put her phone on the charger. I curl back in beside her with a growling stomach.

I lay on my side, watching her sleep. She deserves poetic words explaining how I feel, but I’m just a street kid with an urban dictionary full of dirty trash talk. I pick up my phone and text her.

K: I’m so hungry right now, but I don’t know if it’s food I want or you again.

K: Your lashes fan down across your cheeks in sleep. I swear I’ve never experienced a more intimate moment with you than watching you sleep.

K: The heat of your skin is calling to me, making my fingers itch to trace paths of ecstasy up and down your body.

K: I’m a man that has everything he’s ever wanted—except you. I honestly love you, Aran. I fought a hard battle to prepare my life so that it’d be good enough for you to be in it.

K: Please share it with me? Move to Denver? Be with me?