Her eyes were wide and glassy. She was naked, needy, those subtle curves begging for my hands.

“I’m tryin’ to do the right thing, Cass,” I rasped. But I couldn’t stop fucking my hand and wishing it was her.

She didn’t say a word to me. Just slowly sank to her knees in front of me in the doorway.

She made the sexiest picture I’d ever seen in my entire life. Kneeling in front of me, offering herself to me.

“Cass,” I hissed at her. I wanted it to be perfect for her. Wine and candlelight and soft music.

But looking at her on her knees in front of me, those lips opening. I’d been stupid to think I could wait.

I needed her. I needed to be inside her. To know her. To possess her. To worship her.

“You said you’d give me anything,” she said quietly.

I nodded wordlessly. Yes, I had definitely said that. Who was I to deny Cassidy my dick when it was what she wanted? I was rationalizing, desperately, lightheadedly. But right now I couldn’t quite remember why it was important to wait.

Then she leaned forward and slicked her tongue over the tip, and I was a goner.

I shoved my hands into her hair and holding her on my cock, I crossed the threshold, shutting the door behind me.

I’d crossed the line, committed the crime. I couldn’t say no to her.

I gripped her hair, those long, honey tresses that I’d obsessed over for years, and guided her down my shaft.

Groaning, I leaned back against the door.

Her mouth. Her fucking mouth. It was paradise.

She worked me wet and eager, taking me to the back of her throat like this had been a fantasy for her, too.

I could feel it building already and knew I was in danger of losing all control. I’d fuck her mouth and then I’d come, releasing it all over her lips, her neck, her breasts. I’d mark her as mine. If she couldn’t give me the words yet, I’d find another way to claim her.

God. I stopped her. Holding her head still as my cock throbbed in her mouth.

I was one second away from coming and as appealing as that visual was, the first time I came with Cassidy was going to be buried deep inside her.

Pulling her gently by the hair, I backed her mouth off of my erection.

She whimpered in protest, and I fucking loved that sound. I wanted to take her to the bed, to lay her across that mattress and seduce every damn inch of her. But I wouldn’t survive the ten feet. Instead, I lowered myself to her, half collapsing on her.

“Touch me,” she begged. “Please, Bowie.”

I’d imagined her saying those exact words in that exact tone for more years than was healthy. It broke me. My fantasy colliding with my reality. I didn’t have any control anymore. I couldn’t stop myself as I shoved her back down on the floor and buried my face between her legs. I couldn’t not taste her.

I slid my tongue through her folds, and her entire body tensed. It was her turn to grip my hair. She tasted like something I’d never have enough of no matter how many times I sampled her.

“Open your legs,” I ordered. When she let her knees fall open to the side, I rewarded her with two fingers plunged deep into her center.

She bucked up off the floor, her stomach muscles tense. I didn’t give her a second to relax and get used to it. Using my tongue and mouth, I licked at her. Finding that sensitive bud, I lavished it with attention.

Cassidy’s fingers yanked at my hair, stinging my scalp, and I fucking loved it.

“Bowie, I’m—”

She lit up from the inside out as an orgasm snuck up on her and dragged her under the surface. Her walls closed rhythmically around my fingers, and I realized I’d never felt anything sexier in my life. Making Cassidy come. It was my new mission in life.

I fucked her with my mouth and fingers through the orgasm. She sobbed my name over and over again. And I knew she loved me. It had never been like this for me. There’d never been a connection, an obsession like this before.

I wanted to do it again and again, all night long until dawn broke.

But more, I wanted the words from her. We’d loved each other since forever, and I needed to hear her say it. Needed her to recognize what it meant. That this was it. Us. Together. Forever.

With her tremors fading, I climbed back up her body and found her breasts.

“How do you know how to touch me?” she whispered, trembling beneath me.

The floor was hard under her, and I wished I’d picked a softer place to fuck her senseless.

“I know you, Cassidy. I love you.”

“How do you know?” she demanded.

I sucked her nipple into my mouth and worshipped it with long pulls.

She bucked her hips against me, begging for more. My cock pleaded with me to take her.

“Because I’ve never not loved you,” I told her, nuzzling her breast.

“I need you, Bowie.”

“I know, baby. But I need you to say the words first.” I abandoned her breasts and used my leverage to my advantage.

She was pinned beneath me, legs open. My dick throbbed against her very center. We’d been here before and I was determined that before we went any further I’d get what I needed.

“I’m scared.”

Her words froze me in place, one thrust away from everything I’d ever wanted.

“Baby, look at me.”

Reluctantly she obliged.

“Cass, honey. You’ve been it for me since you were about sixteen years old. There’s never been anyone else in my heart. I’m not going to hurt you. Let me love you.”

“What if—”

“What if it doesn’t work out? What if we fall out of love? What if one of us changes and the other doesn’t catch up?”

She nodded, eyes serious as her body thrummed under mine.

“What if we don’t try?” I countered.

She closed her eyes.

“Cass, we have to give ourselves this shot. Have you ever felt this way about anyone else?”

She shook her head back and forth on the floor, and my hips gave a slight thrust. Two inches into her perfection.

“You’re not playing fair, Bowie.”

“I know it.”

She took a long shaky breath and opened her eyes. “I love you, Bowie Bodine.”

Another fantasy come to life and again, it was better than I’d ever imagined. My Cassidy. My girl. The woman I was going to marry and spend my life with. Saying the words I’d dreamed of hearing from those lips.

“You’re not saying that so I’ll have sex with you, are you?” I teased.

She cupped my face in her hands. “No, Bowie.” And then she kissed me hard on the mouth. I thrust into her, buried to the hilt, and swallowed her cries.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.

Finally, the blood pounding in my head shouted. It was better and more and everything. My dreams, my fantasies were pale replicas of a reality so fierce I’d never go back to the way things were before I’d been inside of her.

I was where I was meant to be. Joined with Cassidy. I held there, fully sheathed, memorizing the feel of her. Feeling the rightness of it all.

And when I started to move, when she joined me, it was like we’d been doing this dance since forever.

Her breasts were flattened against my chest. I dug my toes into the hardwood beneath us, driving myself into her slowly, surely.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, taking everything I could give her. Her hips met me thrust for thrust. I relished the feel of her nails carving crescents into my shoulders. She buried her face in my neck.

We’d been meant for each other. And I had a lot of lost time to make up for.

I drove into her, each thrust harder, faster until we were sweating and gasping for breath. My orgasm hovered at the base of my spine, and I tried to wish it away. I wasn’t ready to stop, to finish. I wanted this time to last forever.

“Bowie,” she gasped against my neck. “Bowie, you’re making me—ah!”

I felt her close around me. Felt her slick walls tremble over my own flesh. Better than the fantasy. Better than I ever imagined. So much more.

My release rocketed up from my balls through my shaft, and I pinned her to the floor as I poured the first jet of come into her. We came together. I emptied myself into her like I was sacrificing my soul. She took it all, sobbing those words over and over again in my ear, as her body throbbed around me.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Cassidy Ann Tucker was mine now. Forever.