I should tell him I’m a virgin.

But I don’t.

Instead, I let him carry me up to his bedroom. It’s dark in here. The decor is masculine with chocolate walls, gray trimmings, and cream that add a hint of light contrasting accents.

Not much else in the room is visible. But decor and color become the least of my concern when he braces a hand on the dark gray comforter, claims my mouth again, and takes me with him as he falls into bed.

My eyes snap shut at the feel of his hot, hard heated weight on top of me. My legs wrap more tightly around his waist, loving the burning at the top of my thighs and his firm erection that ramp up the ache.

If I can just catch my breath, I’ll tell him he’s my first.

But this kiss.

It’s more.

It’s hungry.

He lifts off of me, and those lips travel slowly across my skin to the pulse point at my neck. I feel I’ve forgotten how to speak any other word except for his name.

“Dylan.”

He nips a trail from there all the way down past my collarbone, stopping at the tender skin above my bra. He finds the lower hem of my top. Before I know it, he lifts it up over my head and then my top flies off the edge of the bed. I should be shy, but I’m not. My courage is through the roof as I unabashedly unsnap the hooks of my bra and throw it in the direction of my shirt.

Dylan stops dead. His eyes are fixed on my upper body.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he rasps, still staring.

It’s only when I stretch my arms out and undo all the buttons of his shirt that he unfreezes. He twists his body and sits on the bed. Lifting me up, he strips off my slacks somehow, leaving me in just my panties.

I feel his eyes graze down from my head to my toes, and back up. And like a hot knife, the need in his eyes mark me then ignite my desire. Under his gaze, I’m more brazen. My hands move down between my legs, and he groans hoarsely.

“Fuck. Yes, Emily. Show me how you get yourself off. Touch yourself for me.”

I slip tingling fingers down into my panties. He undoes his jeans, hand cupped over his bulge as he watches me play along my drenched folds. The more I flick against my swollen sensitive clit, the more I want to see and touch him.

I hiss out a whimper as the pleasure builds. That sound does something carnal to us both, Dylan grips one side of my panties. He tugs at it so hard that the fabric rips along both seams, leaving me bare, my pussy exposed to the cooler air.

But not for long. His strong arms stretch my legs out at either side of him. He parts my legs with one knee. Reaching around my hips, he palms the flesh of my ass cheeks and lowers his head between my thighs.

The smoldering heat of his tongue touches just the tip of my clit, and my ass raises off the bed, eager for more of my center to make contact. I writhe on the bed as he licks up and down my folds. His touch is so intense, so overpowering. One second, my mind is fixed on his mouth at my clit, and the next, as he shoves two thick fingers inside of me, I’m soaring to parts unknown from the climax he summons from deep within me.

I can’t stop shaking. Or the way I have zero control over my body.

And he doesn’t stop. Dylan sucks and fucks me with his tongue and fingers, taking every drop of my orgasm, extending it beyond what I’ve ever felt while getting myself off.

As the shaking eases, he kisses my inner thighs, and climbs out of bed, disappearing through the open master bathroom door.

I will myself to open my eyes at the sound of Dylan returning to the room, but it’s no use. They miss the sight of him taking off the rest of his clothes. Still, I see him and his thick, veined, engorged dick laid out beside me, the tip pointed skyward. It scares me a little. My pussy, my virgin core may not be able to accommodate something so... big.

I stare at it in the dim glow of city lights floating in through the balcony door on this level. Just looking at it makes my core tighten. And knowing how soaked I am between my legs, I’m willing to try.

The crinkle of a condom wrapper pulls my attention from Dylan’s midsection.

He rips it open and passes the rubber to me.

“I can see that you want to suck my cock, Emily. It’s all over your face. But I told you I’d make you come then fuck you, and I meant it. We have all night to play. First, I’m going to fuck you hard. And rough.”

It’s going to hurt, I’m sure. And somewhere in that pain, I’ll find pleasure. I know that because it’s with Dylan, the guy I barely know who’s set off a five-alarm fire in every cell of my being.

I nod, feeling an explosive heat between my legs and a tightening of my core as I slowly roll the condom onto him. When he’s all wrapped up, he grips my waist and flips me onto my back, pulling my legs around him at his hips. Shock and awe take hold of me as I hear my own voice murmur the words, “Fuck me the way you want to. I’m going to love every second of this…my first time... because it’s with you.”

I bite down on my bottom lip, but it’s too late. He heard every word.