My stiff cock is standing straight up and jerking with hunger, and my balls feel heavy with need. The last two days of deliberately starving myself of her have been hell. I roll on the condom and all I can think of is: I want to enter her raw. I reach out and pull her thighs further apart.

I want all of her to be exposed.

She is so pink and wet.

I reach down and lick the honey of her pussy all along the slit. Her sweet smell floods my senses as I push my tongue into her opening. The sensation of my tongue seems to madden her. She calls out my name and writhes with anticipation. I lift my head and watch more thick, sweet liquid leak out of her. Immediately, I get my tongue on it.

She pushes back eagerly.

It makes me smile to know she wants my cock in her body just as much as I do. I slide my finger slowly inside her, enjoying the heat and tightness. Her pussy sucks my digit in and clenches around it as I withdraw it. I place my slick finger on the ring of her pretty asshole, and she jumps.

“Relax,” I say, and smear the puckered skin with her juices.

Not now, but tonight, I’ll own her ass too.

The thought almost makes me cum so I grab her hips and thrust into her. She cries out with shock, her hands balling into fists around the sheets, pulling at them helplessly.

“Oh God. You’re soooo fucking big,” she groans, but she raises her buttocks to get me in deeper. I respond by sinking in balls deep. Her cunt is so fucking tight I’ve had asses that aren’t as taut.

“Play with your pussy for me,” I tell her.

I watch her hand slip under my body and her hips jerk with pleasure as her arm moves furiously.

“Harder,” she grunts. “Faster.”

I fuck her so hard the bedsprings creak. I can tell by her stiffening body that she is about to come.

“Look at me,” I command.

She turns her head and her face is already contorted. She can’t hold back anymore.

“Go on, cum. Cum on my cock,” I command, and she explodes with a scream. As her muscles clench around me, intense pleasure fires down to my cock, and everything else in my body feels numb except for this lightning bolt of pleasure between my legs. I plunge into her one last time hard and let my own release explode inside me.

Even after I return to sanity, her body is still jerking with her own climax. Slowly, her body goes soft, but she doesn’t pull away from me.

“I can’t move,” she pants. “The muscles in my legs feel like they are on fire.”

Gently, I push her dress further up and stroke her smooth back. Her waist, her thighs. I bend and kiss her back. The raw electricity is still running between us. With my half-hard dick still buried inside her, I hold her close and kiss her shoulder, the soft curve of her neck.

I never wanted to do this with any other woman. I kiss her cheek, loving the sweet honest smell of her. I want to stay like this forever. I open my eyes. What the fuck am I doing? Why is it different with her? She is like a flower that has somehow managed to sprout on my barren land.

It’s just sex. This is just the afterglow. I need to get out of this bed. Like now.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

She turns to look at me, and damn, if my stomach doesn’t twist with need for her. I just had her. She opens that luscious mouth and licks her bottom lip. I swear, she knows the effect she has on me and she’s deliberately doing it, because I’m tempted to fuck her all over again.

“I’m starving. I was too keyed up over this trip and leaving Janna to eat more than a slice of buttered toast,” she admits, but she looks unwilling to move from the comfort of the bed.

I pull out of her, tie the condom and I spring out of the bed. I pull on my boxers, zip up my jeans, and she curls into a lazy fetal position and smiles dreamily up at me.

The unguarded, trusting smile has a strange effect on me. It makes me feel bad. And sad. Feelings I have not had since …

“I’ll cook lunch for you. Come down when you’re ready,” I say in my brightest voice, but it sounds fake and shrill.

“What are you going to cook?” she asks, suspecting nothing.

“You’ll see when you get your lazy ass down to the kitchen,” I throw over my shoulder as I escape from her and the steely tentacles her innocence has started wrapping around my chest.

I can’t fall for it. It’ll be the death of me.