The bedroom in this apartment is just as gorgeous as the rest of it. There's a giant a bed with a white bedspread and swirling silver chandelier that casts a low glow over the whole room. I left my shoes in the living room, but the rest of the clothes have to go.

As I undress, I find that I'm shaking. I'm not sure whether it's with excitement or nerves or both. There is a nagging part of me that says that this is a bad idea. That jumping into bed with Christian is only going to hurt me in the long run. But he's here, and I want him more than I will ever admit.

I sit on the bed once I'm fully naked, waiting for him. It seems like I wait forever even though I only told him to wait five minutes. He freezes at the door, startled by the site of me naked. I can't ignore the way my body reacts to his gaze, the way my pussy grows damp and my nipples harden and my heart rate speeds up.

Now it's his turn, and I find myself mesmerized as I watch him unbutton his shirt and shrug it off. I don't know how I didn't recognize his body in his pictures. There was a time when I had every inch of his body memorized, and I had learned it with my lips and my tongue and my fingers. Christian's shirt falls to the floor, exposing his perfect chest and abs. I want to reach out and touch them, feel the solidity of his body and remind myself of the way things used to be. Instead I slide my hands under my thighs making sure they don't move.

He kicks off his shoes, and undoes his belt with casual efficiency. And then his pants are gone and I can see just how hard he is through his boxer briefs. He drops them to the floor too, and I can't stop looking at him. I've missed looking at him. I allow my gaze to run the length of his body, dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes that see through me more than I want them to. Chest and abs that could be the model for a marble statue, and an erect cock that almost makes me forget my actual purpose here.

Christian approaches the bed, and pushes me back on it. His mouth falls on my skin, and I make a sound in protest. As if he already knows what I'm going to say, Christian lifts his head so that his eyes meet mine. "You said I couldn't kiss you," he says. "You didn't say where I couldn't kiss you. So I am choosing to interpret that as I can’t kiss your lips."

I glare at him, but I can't argue with his assessment.

He moves down my body with his lips, teasing my nipples until they’re hard as rocks before moving down, licking my stomach and teasing me. "I like that your body remembers me," he says. "Your nipples always did like my tongue."

"It's just been a while since I've had sex," I say.

Christian laughs against my skin. “If you say so." He continues to suck on my skin, until he reaches the apex of my thighs. "Let's see if your pussy remembers me too," he says.

He starts to push my legs apart but I hold them together. "What are you doing?”

Raising his head, he gives me a look. "What do you think?"

"This is a business transaction," I say. "You give me your sperm, and I get a baby. How is oral sex going to help me have a baby?"

Christian climbs up my body until we’re face-to-face. He's so close that I could kiss him, and even though I told him not to, it's all I can think about right now. His eyes are sharp. "You told me you wanted to go through with this plan, and I'm going to go through with the plan. My job is to get you pregnant, and I'm going to do it. If you’re more relaxed, that's going to help. Remember, I know you. You always need at least one orgasm to loosen up." He grins. "So I'm going to lick that tasty little clit of yours until you come on my tongue, and then we'll get around to the fucking."

He hasn't changed a bit in two years, and there's a gush of wetness from my pussy at his words. He always did know exactly what to say to turn me on.

"And while we’re on the subject," he says, "we both agree that it's my job to get you pregnant?”

"Yeah," I say.

He nods. "Good. Then if it's my job to get you pregnant, then when we're together, you're going to do what I say."

My mouth drops open. "What did you just say?"

"I'm going to fuck you until there's a baby in your belly, and you're going to do what I tell you. Position, time, place."

"Remember when I said that we’re not a couple? I'm not going to just drop everything for you."

He gets as close to my lips as he can without kissing me, and I can feel his breath on my skin. "No, you're not going to drop everything for me. You're going to drop everything for your baby."

Shit. There is no argument against that and he knows it. And besides, I don't feel properly equipped to debate him about this when I'm naked underneath him. "Okay."

"Good girl."

"Call me a good girl again," I say, "and I don't care if you get me pregnant or not, I will knee you in the balls."

He's laughing as he slides down my body again, and still laughing as he pushes my legs apart.

I have a sudden burst of anxiety. Will he like me the same? Will we be as compatible as we once were? I shouldn't really be worrying about that right now, but I am.

He blows on my pussy. I'm so wet that it makes me shiver. "I think it does remember me," he says.

"Fuck you," I mutter.

Christian chuckles again as he puts his mouth on me and, oh. My. God.

I'd forgotten what that felt like. Like pleasure and heaven and everything that's good in the world wrapped up in one sensation. Christian has a talented tongue, and it slides across my skin swirling around my clit, moving down to dip inside before tracing shapes over my pussy and moving back up. I could probably come right this second, but like hell I’m going to tell Christian that. Not that I have to. I'm soaking wet and I'm guessing that he already knows.

"Mmm. You taste just like I remember," he says. He licks into me again, and I gasp. I don't know how to feel. Pleasure is running through me, and yet I'm conflicted about it.

He slides his tongue down again, slipping it into my pussy. Deeper, and deeper, curling it up back until it just barely brushes my G spot. Christian has a long tongue, and God am I grateful for that. He strokes inside me, licking and lifting and fucking me with his tongue. Every motion makes my hips rise against his mouth, my body begging for more. I can't control it, it's too good, and I want it. I want all of it.

"They should serve you on a plate," he says. "The best dessert there is." And then he seals his mouth over my clit and sucks me deep. I can't stop the sound that comes out of my throat, low and guttural and filled with need. Christian homes against my clit and it just makes it all worse, or better, I don't know which.

He swirls his tongue across me over and over setting up a dangerous rhythm that's taking me higher and closer to orgasm with every second. He grabs my hips, holding me still so I can't squirm. That tiny bit of restraint only adds to the pleasure. I have no outlet for my sensation and am forced to feel it, waves of pleasure rising from my core higher, and higher. I'm going to drown in it.

I'm overcome with memory. Déjà vu. Christian wanted to prove to me that his oral skills were better than any man that I'd ever had, so he set a goal for himself to make me scream so loud that the neighbors would complain.

He kept his promise too, hours and hours with his head between my thighs until I was dizzy and drowning in pleasure and far enough gone that the barest touch of his tongue would make me moan. He never got tired, and he never stopped. All night, until I came so loudly there was a bang on the door. The woman from downstairs, frustrated and angry that she couldn't sleep, and probably that her husband wasn't doing the same to her. He walked around with a self-satisfied grin on his face for a week.

I don't know if it's because it's been so long since we've been together or if he's just that good, but it feels like that. Round and round and round his tongue goes on my clit, sending streaks of pure pleasure through my gut and into my nerves. I can't see anything, and it feels like I can't breathe. Nothing but the sheer pleasure of his mouth on me. I'm at the edge, about to go over, but I'm not quite there. And damn him, Christian knows me too well. He knows how to keep me in on this precipice for as long as he pleases.

When we were together he was like this too, strong and unyielding in bed. Even when his single goal was to pleasure me, he always liked to make me beg. Not this time.

He slows down his rhythm, licking me gently, almost casually. My orgasm pulls back, and I feel spent even though I didn't come. "You're infuriating," I say.

"You know what I'm waiting for," he says. The vibration of his voice on my skin nearly drives me mad.

"I am not going to beg you."

"Why not? I'm doing you a favor."

I lean upon my elbows. “I said no oral and you're doing it anyway. Because you think it will help. Now I'm supposed to beg you for my orgasm?"

He grins, sucking my clit between his lips and pulling, the visual making me grow wet under his tongue. "I'll make you a deal," he says. "You can beg me for your orgasm now, and whenever my tongue is in your pussy, or you can thank me for every orgasm I give you. And believe me, I intend on giving you a lot."

Red rushes to my face and I collapse back on the bed. A rush of embarrassment and pure arousal floods my system. There's a reason he's doing this. He knows that I like that tiny touch of dominance, that it makes it better for me. He also knows that I'm in no position to refuse, unless I want to go fuck a stranger. Particularly with his mouth on me, that situation is seeming less and less appealing. "Please," I say softly.

“What was that?"

"Please, Christian, make me come."

His dark chuckle shivers across my skin and I get goosebumps. "Your wish is my command."

Sealing his mouth over my clit again he sucks hard using his tongue to tease me steadily until I'm back on the edge. I'm so close, and I don't want him to stop again, so I beg. "Please make me come. Please, please, please." My words become more strangled and desperate the closer I get to climax, and suddenly it's right there.

He grazes my clit with his teeth and the world turns white. I can't see, I can't breathe, and floating in a world of pleasure that I've never known before. It's icy, and scorching, and it doesn't feel like it will ever end. Even in this place I can still feel his mouth on me, slow, steady licks drawing me down through the pleasure and back to earth where my body is shaking.

I come back to myself with a gasp, and Christian gives my clit one final suck before pulling away. The smug look on his face makes me want to slap him, but given how hard I just came I can't really blame him.

"I'd say you're ready now."

"Ready for what?"

"To be fucked." He climbs up my body again so is cock is resting between my legs. For a split second I wonder if he's going to put a condom on, and then I realize that's probably the stupidest thought I've ever had.

He doesn't wait, he fits himself against my entrance and pushes in slowly, smoothly. Oh God. Christian has always been big, and I've never been with anyone as big as him. I'd forgotten what it felt like, the way he stretches me open.

It's a good thing he warmed me up, because I'm not sure I would have been able to fit him otherwise. He slides in, and in, and in, until I'm suddenly reminded of this full feeling. The way every part of me is so full of him that I feel complete.

I open my eyes, and look up at him. He's looking down at me, and I can see in his eyes that he's feels the same memories, the same conflicted pleasure. I love this. I'll never get enough, and even though we both agreed, this is more complicated than either of us are willing to admit.

I can’t open my mouth. If I start to talk everything that I'm thinking will come pouring out, and this is not the right time. Instead, I squeeze down on him with my pussy, letting him know that I'm ready.

And then he starts to fuck me. Slow at first, easing in and out getting my body used to his size again after three years. But God, it feels so good. The friction of his skin on my skin, the depth he's able to reach inside me, the way he rolls his hips so every thrust catches my clit again, everything merges, making me ready to come almost immediately.

Faster, and even faster he presses into me, grunting with arousal and effort. I'm so far gone, only able to breathe, and barely that. I lift up my legs and wrap them around his waist, allowing him even deeper. He's the only one that's ever been able to reach that spot at the back of my vagina, the one that makes me see sparks and fireworks and scream his name over and over again. He touches it now, and my body's already sensitive enough that it feels like a sunburst cascading across my skin.

I don't ask this time, I just come. Orgasm tearing through me like a pleasurable hurricane, looking to destroy my body. I let out a low moan, my pussy clenching down on his cock, my body shuddering underneath him. He doesn't stop, not even for a second, which makes it all so much better. My orgasm rides at the driving force of his thrusts, going on and on, until a second orgasm comes on the heels of the first.

My voice is suddenly free for this one, and I cry out. I haven't come like this in a long time. I didn't even think I was capable of doing something like that anymore. Christian’s eyes are closed, and just seconds after my second orgasm he comes, groaning against my skin. He keeps thrusting as he comes, warmth filling up my center.

We’re both still for a moment, breathing heavily. Finally, Christian moves, pulling gently out of me and going to clean himself off. I don't move, instead I reach for one of the pillows on the bed and scoot it under my hips. They say it's better to lie on your back for about twenty minutes after sex to ensure the best chances for pregnancy. Whether or not that's an old wives’ tale, I don't really care. I'm going to do it anyway.

Christian comes back from the bathroom and heads toward his clothes. "I guess I should've asked," he says. "Are you even ovulating right now?"

“Not today," I say. "It starts tomorrow or the next day."

"Then I'll see you here, same time, day after tomorrow," he says, buckling his belt.

"You're leaving now?" I ask.

He nods. "My job is done. You wanted this businesslike, remember?"

"Yeah."

He gives me a final look before heading out the door. "Please just lock the door behind you."

A few seconds later I hear the front door shut, and suddenly the space around me seems large and silent. I am very, very alone. But this is what I wanted, isn't it?