I wasn’t sure how Toby was planning to dress for the dinner. I didn’t ask him because I didn’t want him to think it was something I was concerned about.

No matter what I expected, it wasn’t for him to be so devastatingly handsome.

Dressed in a blue Marine uniform with six gold buttons going down the front, dark pants, and a white cap, he could sweep any woman off her feet with just one look. The deep pride he takes in his uniform and everything it represents is evident from the stiffly starched collar to the freshly-polished shoes. This is another side of Toby that I haven’t seen, and I find it immensely appealing.

Who wouldn’t?

A gorgeous, blue-eyed, drop-dead hunk of a man in uniform.

Doesn’t get much better than this.

When he stepped inside my apartment, I felt as if all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. Even though we text several times a day, I forget how overwhelming my attraction to his physical presence can be.

Now he’s threatening to talk dirty to me, and I’m melting.

His gaze swings to me, the blue of his eyes darkening when they rest on my black dress tightly clinging to every curve. Something primal and dangerous passes between us when I feel the full laser heat of his scrutiny.

Oh yes…this is going to be worth the wait.

“Talk to me, Marine,” I say in my sexiest voice, leaning closer into him. “Tell me all the dirty, bad things you want to do to me, because you’re the most dashing, handsome man I’ve seen today.”

Not just today.

Any day.

Something about the sight of Toby grabs my insides and won’t let go. Never more so than at this moment.

I’ve felt physical attraction to men before. It was nothing compared to the intense longing I feel every time he walks into the room. From a burning need to trace the intricate tattoos on his arms or to run my fingers through his dark hair that curls at the nape of his neck, I can never get my fill of him.

He slides a hand slowly up my bare leg. His fingers hover at the edge of my black silk panties.

“How much time do we have before we need to leave for the dinner?” he asks huskily.

I glance at the wall clock. The dinner starts in less than an hour.

“Fifteen minutes,” I say.

Toby slips a finger down inside the front of my panties and strokes my clit in a circular motion, just the way he knows I love it. I’m already soaking wet. He goes lower and slides a finger up into me, all the way to the knuckle. I gasp at the penetration and lean into him.

Oh…that’s deep.

I suddenly become aware of how harsh and uneven his breathing has become as he caresses me. His thick erection presses against my hip. He slides two fingers in this time…once...twice. I clutch at his arm.

“Fuck…Maggie,” he groans. “Why did I do that? Now I’m going to be stuck sitting there at dinner all night with blue balls while trying not to think about how dripping wet your pussy is right beside me. I don’t suppose it’s appropriate to finger-fuck you under the table at the Mayor’s dinner?”

“Not at all appropriate,” I whisper. “Tell me how you would do it. If you could.”

Toby knows I love it when he talks dirty to me in his sexy Southern accent. I could listen to him talk non-stop for days about anything and never get tired of hearing it.

He presses his lips against my hair. “I would reach underneath the tablecloth and slide my hand up your thigh,” he murmurs. “At first you would look at me wide-eyed and shake your head ‘no.’ Then you’d casually take a sip of wine and willingly spread your legs just a little where no one else could see. I’d slip my fingers inside the rim of your panties. Or if you’re a bad girl, you won’t be wearing any.”

“No panties then,” I say.

“I would finger-fuck you slow at first, like this, so no one would notice.”

He slides his fingers in all the way up to his palm. I’m holding my breath now.

“Then I’d lean over and whisper into your ear how tight and wet your pussy feels. And how much I wish I could bend you over the linen tablecloth and sink my cock deep into you from behind.”

He pumps his fingers in and out of me harder now, each time more forceful than the last. I close my eyes and buck onto his hand, unable to constrain the low sounds coming from my mouth.

“You wouldn’t dare do that at the table in front of everyone,” I say, dying to hear more.

He chuckles. “You’re right. So we politely excuse ourselves from the table and rush to the nearest restroom. After locking the door, I drag you over to the sink, twist you around, and slide up your sexy black dress up around your waist. You’re watching me in the mirror now, with your face flushed and your lips begging to be kissed. I want you so fucking bad it hurts. We don’t care if we’re in a bathroom or who might hear us. We can’t wait another minute to be together.”

He nips my ear with his teeth and groans in anguish. “Dammit, Maggie! I can’t keep talking about this. It’s fucking killing me.”

“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please.”

I press my hand against his cock through his pants for encouragement, feeling it harden and lengthen even more under my touch.

He takes a deep shuddering breath and continues. “I stop for a moment and gaze at you in the mirror just so I can remember you for my wildest dreams. Your dress is low-cut and your tits are falling out. Then I reach down and spread your luscious ass cheeks with my big hands and place the tip of my cock at your pussy. You’re already soaking wet and ready for me.”

“Oh yes,” I whisper.

“Our eyes meet in the mirror as I slide my hard cock all the way into you in one slow push. As deep as I can go, all the way to my balls. You feel so fucking amazing. I wrap your long hair around my hand, holding your head back tight, forcing you to watch us in the mirror as I begin slamming into you from behind. You moan so loud I know the dinner guests can hear you through the bathroom door, but we don’t stop. We can’t stop. Not now. Because nothing else matters.”

Suddenly he slips his fingers out of me and I cry out.

“Fuck, Maggie!” he says. “A man can only take so much.” He rubs his hand down his face in frustration. “And here I am fully dressed in my uniform. Don’t worry, this will only take a second.”

Quickly he strips all the way out of his uniform, carefully folding and hanging each piece on a nearby chair so as not to cause wrinkles. The last thing he removes is his white cap. I would’ve liked for him to keep it on, but I assume that would be wildly inappropriate. Watching him undress only increases my anticipation. I’m almost drooling at the sight of his ripped, muscular body and tattoos.

When every last stitch of clothing has been removed, he strides back toward me like a panther on the prowl. He grabs my shoulders, whirls me around, and bends me over the back of my white sofa. “I hope you want it hard and fast, darling, because that’s the way it’s happening this time,” he warns. “I’m going to explode if I can’t get inside your hot pussy now. All this talking is driving me insane.”

“Fuck me now,” I urge, my voice shaky and uneven. “Just the way you described.”

I don’t tell him to be careful with the dress or not to mess up my hair. I have a closet full of clothes, and my hair can always be quickly pulled back into a ponytail. I want this as much as he does.

Who am I kidding?

I want it more.

He spreads my ass cheeks wide with both hands and pumps two fingers into me one more time. “God, how I love the sound of your wet pussy,” he murmurs. “I can’t stop touching you. My fingers, cock…I want everything inside you.”

The tip of his cock nudges me from behind and I hold my breath. I barely have the chance to brace myself before he plunges into me in one long, powerful thrust.

In this position, his massive width almost splits me apart. His muscular thighs push against the back of mine, holding me up so that I don’t slide down onto the floor in a limp puddle. I gasp out loud as he begins to slam into me with rough, rugged thrusts, holding nothing back.

His callused fingers grip my hips so tight I know there will be bruises there tomorrow. He fucks me savagely, taking me to a place where pleasure and almost pain blend together masterfully. Each lunge of his hips jolts me against the sofa while my insides feel ready to disintegrate. Again and again, his pelvis rocks against me, his penetration so deep I can feel his balls swinging against my ass.

Our lovemaking is like two long-lost lovers coming together after years of separation. It is our most desperate sex ever. I can’t stay still or quiet.

This is rough sex personified, and I’m loving every second of it. I delight in the way he takes me mercilessly with just the right amount of force and dominance. I feel so helpless, my lower body completely exposed. He holds onto my hips, forcing me to take him over and over.

Toby owns me.

His mouth slides to my neck, nibbling and sucking, right before nipping me with his teeth with enough pressure to make me cry out. Everything feels impossibly good: his cock buried at the perfect slant to reach my secret spots, his large hands molding and squeezing my ass with possessive passion. Reaching around with one hand, he slides it down the neckline of my dress and squeezes my breast hard before tweaking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger

I bite my lip to keep from moaning.

“Don’t hold back with me,” he commands. “Say my name when you cum.”

He drives into me faster, deeper, showing his power in every ferocious, unrepentant lunge. The friction, the angle, and the pressure proves too much. Trapped beneath his muscular body, I can’t fight the delicious rush of sensations as he fucks me into oblivion.

“Yes,” I pant as an intense orgasm hits, causing my muscles to clench and release spasmodically around him.

“That’s it, baby,” he mutters through clenched teeth. He slides an arm underneath me, holding me up as he grinds into me harder. His whole frame strains against me while deep inside me he swells and throbs, intensifying his thrusts.

“You feel so fucking good,” he says, his breathing harsh. “How do you do this to me?”

His body jerks out several more uneven thrusts as he cums with loud grunts. I feel every pump and pulsation he makes as he explodes deep within me. I clench my muscles around him, wanting to feel every last throb. He continues moving slowly inside me until he’s completely spent and exhausted.

He collapses against my back and we stay joined together until our breathing finally slows. I make a sound of regret when he eventually pulls out.

Turning my face around, he kisses me leisurely and slowly. “As much as I would love a round two, we should probably get dressed and head out to the dinner,” he says. “Unless you want to blow the whole thing off, stay here, and order pizza?”

He’s halfway serious.

“No, this is something we have to do,” I say reluctantly. “Much as I hate to. Besides, I want to show you off in your uniform. Give me five minutes to repair my hair and makeup and I’ll be ready.”

“I’ll need at least ten to dress and recover,” he says. He grins when I reach down to pull my panties back up from around my ankles.

“What is so funny?” I ask.

“Your hair is tangled and your lipstick is smudged,” he says. “You look like you’ve been thoroughly fucked.”

“I have been, and it was so worth the wait.”