Something's been on her mind all night. Sasha’s distracted and hasn't seemed like herself. I've asked her about it a few times, but she just brushes me off and pretends like nothing is going on. It's a little troubling, but until she tells me what's on her mind, I can't do anything to help her.

We've just gotten back from dinner and a movie – cheesy, but she insisted – and now she's standing at the large picture windows in my condo, staring out at the dark expanse of the ocean. The sky is clear tonight and the moonlight sparkles off the water dazzlingly, reminding me of the way light reflects in her eyes. The silvery illumination raining down from above makes the whitewater of the breaking waves glow.

It would be a picture-perfect scene if she didn't look so tense or seem so troubled.

I walk up behind her and pull her back against me. She's a little stiff at first, but eventually lets herself melt against my body. I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. Together, we stand there, staring out into the cold, dark vastness of the sea.

“Are you sure everything's okay?” I ask.

She nods. “Yeah,” she says. “Just some things on my mind.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

She shakes her head. “Not right now,” she says. “Right now, I just want to enjoy this. Right now, I just want to enjoy you.”

Sasha turns around and smiles at me, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She stands on her tip-toes and places a gentle kiss upon my lips.

“Wine?” I ask.

She looks like she's about to say yes, then changes her mind and shakes her head. “No, thank you, though,” she says.

“Wow, turning down a glass of wine,” I say. “That’s a first.”

The ghost of a smile touches her lips. “I just want a clear head tonight.”

“Oh, this sounds serious,” I say. “Are you breaking up with me already?”

Her laughter is sharp, brittle, and devoid of any actual humor. Yeah, there's definitely something up with her. But I can't force it out of her. I have to let her come to me on her own terms, on her own time. As tough as that might be sometimes.

She grabs the lapels of my coat and pulls me down to her, pressing her mouth to mine. Her lips part and her tongue darts out, slipping into my mouth to dance with mine. She kisses me deeply. Passionately. She puts so much into that kiss that it leaves me reeling when she pulls back.

“I want you to make love to me, Miles,” she says, her voice low and throaty. “I need to feel you inside of me.”

Not one to wait for a formal invitation, I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. I don't know what's going on with her, but if making love can ease her burden any and get her to open up, I'm all for it. Anything to get her to smile again.

I set her down on her feet and strip off my jacket, tossing it casually onto the chair that sits beside the walk-in closet. Sasha is watching me closely, a dark, erotic look smoldering in her eyes. She sits down on the edge of the bed, leans back, and braces herself on her arms, just – watching me.

“Take your clothes off,” she says. “Slowly.”

I give her a slow grin, sort of enjoying a bit of role reversal. Having her take charge and tell me what to do is kind of sexy. I slowly unbutton my shirt, my eyes never leaving hers. I slip it off my shoulders and toss it on top of my discarded jacket. Sasha's eyes roam my physique appreciatively. She takes in every square inch of my flesh, the desire in her eyes suddenly shining bright.

“Your pants,” she says. “Off. Now.”

I kick off my shoes, sending them flying in the general direction of the closet. Reaching down, I slowly unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. I leave them in place for a long moment, letting Sasha stare all she wants before pushing them – and my boxers – down, allowing them to pool at my feet. I step out of my pants and stand before her, stark naked. It dawns on me that this is the first time she's actually seen me naked. We haven't had sex since that day in the library, and in the few times we've been together, it's never been with our clothes completely off – so she seems to be savoring the moment.

My cock is already rigid and standing at attention as Sasha stands up and walks over to me. Her eyes continue to roam my body as she walks a circle around me, letting her fingertips trail along my flesh. The soft, gentle touch sends a shiver of anticipation through me.

Sasha stands before me, running her hands down the hard, toned planes of my chest and then back up my arms. Her eyes never leave mine as she reaches down and trails the tips of her fingernails along the underside of my stiff prick, sending an electric jolt through my body.

Part of me wants to just grab her and ravish her. Have my way with her. I get the feeling, for some reason, that she needs this right now. She needs to be in complete control. For whatever reason, she wants to be the one to take charge of the situation and lead – and I'm more than happy to let her.

Sasha grips the base of my dick with one hand, cupping my balls with the other. She runs the tip of her tongue along my lips as she starts to squeeze and stroke me. I slide my tongue out of my mouth to meet hers and she tightens her grip on my dick, jerking me a little harder. I moan softly, my body tingling with the sensation of having her hand on me.

She gives me a seductive smile and turns around so her back is to me.

“Unzip me,” she says.

I do as she says as she takes a step back. Slipping the straps of her dress down, she pushes it all the down, causing it to fall at her feet, leaving her standing there in nothing but a pair of black stockings, her bra and a pair of panties. I didn't think it possible, but my cock somehow grows even harder as I take her in.

The black of her undergarment’s contrasts with her skin in the most enticing way. Her dark brown hair falls over her shoulders, covering the tops of her round, full breasts. Her gaze is still locked to mine as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. Her breasts spill out and I take a step forward, longing to take them in my hands.

She raises a finger and shakes her head. “Don't move.”

I give her a lopsided grin but stay where I am, growing ever more aroused by this game – and yet, desperately wanting to end it so I can be inside of her. She slides her hands down and shimmies out of her panties. I watch the way her body moves as she slips her panties all the way down and drops them at her feet.

For the first time, I see Sasha in all of her glory. And she's quite the sight to behold. Her skin is flawless, her round breasts perky with plump, pink nipples. Her body is absolutely perfect. She exudes femininity from every pore, has a few curves, and is round and soft in all the right places.

Sasha is by far, the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life. She's – ethereal. Her beauty is transcendent and every cell in my body is quivering, desperate to have her.

There's a flirty smile on her lips as Sasha sits down on the edge of the bed. She scoots back a little bit, still not breaking eye contact with me. Her gaze is heavy, filled with desire, and – something more. Something I can't put my finger on. I have a feeling it's related to whatever has been distracting her all night, but in this moment, she seems to need the reassurance of physical contact for some reason.

She crooks her finger at me, beckoning me to her before leaning back on her arms. I step forward and climb up onto the bed, hovering over her delicious, naked body. I kiss her deeply and passionately, pouring everything I feel for her into that kiss. When I pull back, she gives me a smile right before she grabs my hair and pushes me down her body. What she wants is more than clear. She's forceful and demanding – and I like it.

As I kneel down on the ground in front of her, Sasha parts her thighs for me. I run my hands up the silky-smooth fabric of her stockings, relishing the feel of them beneath my fingers. I lean forward and run the tip of my tongue along her swollen lips. She moans softly as I part her velvety lips with my tongue, relishing the taste of her.

Sasha grips my hair harder, moving her hips as I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue.

“Mm, yes,” she whispers.

The scent of her sex and the movements of her body drive me crazy. I look up at her and find her gaze still fixated on mine. My lust taking over, I bury my face into her, licking and sucking on her clit as I plunge two fingers deep into her wet, hot center. Sasha writhes beneath me, crying out over and over again, grinding herself desperately against my mouth.

I work my fingers and mouth in sync with each other, nibbling on her clit as I bang her in a firm, steady rhythm. Her breathing grows labored and her movements are growing frantic. She's grinding herself against me even harder, taking my fingers even deeper into her. I feel her body tensing up and know she's on the verge, so I double my efforts, sucking harder on her clit as I drive my fingers ever deeper, doing my best to bring her to the peak.

Sasha's thighs tighten around me as she cries out and begins to shudder. She throws her head back and calls my name as she comes for me. I can’t help but savor every last drop I can get my tongue on.