Garret smiles, revealing a small, crooked incisor, his one flaw, as his gaze travels from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and back again.

“I could look at you all day long,” he murmurs.

I love being admired as much as the next woman, but right now I have other, more pressing, things on my mind. I don’t want to wait while Garret dreams up more compliments.

I wrap my arms around his neck, twisting my fingers in his long, thick hair and tug, pulling him down so his chest is pressed against my breasts. His weight makes it difficult for me to breathe but I don’t care.

Whether I lifted my head or he lowered his will always remain an unimportant mystery. The only thing that really matters is that our mouths meet. We mix teasing little nips with long, lazy searches of one another’s mouths while my hands find his shoulders and stroke the warm skin.

My mind and soul would be perfectly content to stay here, just like this, kissing, for the rest of my life, but my body has other ideas. It wants to know exactly how much pleasure Garret can generate.

I moan a protest when he breaks the kiss, but my disappointment fades as he trails a line of nipping kisses all the way from the side of my jaw to my right elbow. The cool breeze wafting through the apartment’s ventilation system touches the wet spot, chilling the skin, creating an interesting and intoxicating contrast to the fire Garret’s lighting within me.

He turns his attention away from my elbow, directing it instead to my breasts. His big, callused hands kneed the soft flesh as his mouth finds and torments first one nipple and then the other.

I thought that the lube I test drove last night was intense, but the heat it created is nothing compared to the surge of pure liquid desire between my legs right now, a fire that grows hotter and wetter each time Garret rolls my nipple between his teeth.

Moaning and thrashing beneath his mouth, I grab his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him steady as I arch my back, granting him better access to my aching, swollen breasts.

The fire between my legs has intensified, turning into a need that can’t be ignored. The tension building inside of me is new and frightening. Garret’s hands and mouth are amazing, but I’m starting to feel like a pressure cooker that’s nearing the red zone.

I squirm against Garret, pressing my belly against his proud erection, rubbing myself against him.

“Garret,” I beg, though I’m not sure exactly what I want. “Please.”

“Oh, I’m a long way from done with you,” Garret says, his words muffled by the fact that one of my nipples is still in his mouth.

One of his hands slides away from my breast, gliding down along my ribcage and across my abdomen, where it stops, so close, but yet so far away from the place I most want him to touch.

He releases my tormented nipple and brings his mouth back to mine, using long, slow kisses to drive me wild while his fingers draw long, lazy kisses on my lower belly, moving tantalizingly close to, but never actually breaching my womanly parts.

My heart pounds, sending blood and a rich supply of desire and endorphins racing to every portion of my body. My heels thrum against the bed, keeping time with the beating of my heart.

“Garret,” I gasp when he finally frees my mouth. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I swear to God I’ll …” Unable to think of anything except the incredible way he makes me feel, I leave the threat open ended, hoping that will be enough to convince him to get a move on.

He laughs and drops a kiss on the tip of my nose. “You really need to learn a little patience, don’t you?”

Two things stop me before I drive a fist into his rock hard gut. The first is that if I hurt him, he won’t finish what he started right here. The second is that the thickness in his voice indicates that he’s every bit as turned on right now as I am.

Still, my threat seems to have some effect on him.

His right hand, the one that has been sitting dangerously close to my pot of gold, slides lower. His thumb makes a single stroke over my lower lips. The touch is feather soft, but it triggers about a billion little nerve endings which sizzle and snap.

Oh boy!

I grab large fistfuls of the bedspread in my hands and hold on for dear life, like I’m trying to anchor myself.

The second pass of his thumb opens my most secret spot to him.

With unerring accuracy, his thumb and forefinger find my clit and the bundle of highly sensitized nerves contained within it. Another finger joins the first two, but instead of playing with my clit, it touches a spot just behind it. The nail rubs against the tender flesh, creating just the right amount of friction.

“Crap,” I yell as the light touch triggers an electrical storm that has my hips snapping up and off the mattress. “What the hell was that?”

Garret laughs, and the blood rushing through my ears makes it sound like he’s on the other side of the room instead of on the bed with me.

“Shh,” he murmurs in a voice that helps calm me. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

“Sure, easy for you to say,” I snap. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

“Yeah,” he responds, his voice whisper soft. “I think I do.”  He catches hold of one of my hands and gently releases my death grip on the bedspread. “And you’re doing the same thing to me.”

My eyes fly open and I watch as he guides my hand toward his erection. It’s bigger than I imagined possible, far bigger than it felt when there was a layer of clothing between me and it.

Under his guidance, my fingertips brush the side of the shaft. It jumps and twitches in response, the movement fascinating me. I strain against Garret’s hold, wanting to use my hand to explore his cock, but he’s stronger and returns my hand to the mattress, covering it with his own to hold it in place.

“But I want to touch it,” I wail. “It’s only fair, considering where your hand is right now.”

“Who said anything about this being fair?” Garret asks. “My only concern is making sure you feel good.” He lightly tugs at my clit while simultaneously brushing the spot just behind it. I gasp as a million brightly colored lights dance before my eyes. “And you have to admit that I’m good at making you feel good.”

He is, but if he thinks I’m going to give him the satisfaction of admitting that right now, he’s very wrong. “Mark my words, I will make you pay for this.”

He chuckles. “I’m looking forward to it.”

His fingers resume their rolling/rubbing routine, sending a new surge of electric sensation shafting through me as the strange pressure within me intensifies.

Thick, hot moisture trickles out of my entrance, streaming along my thighs, and drenching the mattress.

Every single muscle in my body stiffens until I feel tighter than any bowstring. A small wave of euphoria rolls through me, and I instinctively recognize it for what it is. “Garret, I can’t hold out much longer.”

“That’s good, baby.” Something rattles and I open my eyes just in time to see Garret throw a wrapper on the floor and roll a condom onto his erection. He moves between my thighs, and the head of his cock probes my saturated entrance, stretching the tender flesh it finds there.

I reach up, looping my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life, as he once against starts to play with my clit, the tingling sensation distracting me as he adjusts his position. He tugs lightly on the little nub and at the same time he plunges all the way into me.

I cry out. My nails bite into his skin, leaving deep crescents as my inner walls adjust to accommodate his enormous girth.

Garret lowers his head, covering my mouth with his, his tongue mirroring the slow, exquisite thrusts of his hips. The friction created by the double penetration is like nothing I’ve ever imagined before. My own tongue teases his as my inner walls spasm around his cock, holding him tight each time he withdraws, welcoming him back each time he thrusts.

The fingers of Garret’s free hand dig into my hip, lifting my ass up and off the mattress, allowing him to drive himself even deeper within me, while his other hand continues working my clit.

The pressure that has been building since Garret first laid me down hits its breaking point. Surge after delicious surge of fiery sensation sweep over me, each one as strong and overwhelming as the other. It’s both exhilarating and frightening.

I cling tightly to Garret, using him as a touchstone to make sure the waves of emotion don’t take me under. A moment later, he yells as his body stiffens and his own climax joins mine.

Garret murmurs soothing words and gently strokes my hair, pushing the damp strands away from my face as I struggle to come to terms with what just happened.

“I…” It’s hard to get the word out. I swallow and try again. “I had no idea that sex could feel like that.” I’ve read at least a million romance novels, but don’t recall ever reading about a character having sex that was so great, it felt like she’d exploded from the inside out. Or that she continued to feel it long after the actual act ended.

Yet here I am, several minutes after the most intense sexual experience of my life and my arms and legs are still shaking.

I nestle into Garret’s chest. “If I’d known that’s what you were capable of, I would have jumped you the day you moved into this building.”

Garret laughs sleepily. “You probably would have wound up disappointed. I wasn’t good for much those days.”

Because his wife, the love of his life, had just died. The thought pricks my consciousness and take some of the shine of my first orgasm.

I lay silently for a moment or two and just listen to Garret’s breath.

“Is it always like that?”

“Don’t know.” I sense that he’s smiling at me. “Let me get some sleep, then we can try again and see if whether or not lightning strikes twice.”

“Is that a promise?” I ask.

“Absolutely.”

His arms tighten around me and after a few more minutes his body relaxes and his breathing grows slow and steady as he falls asleep.

I should be tired, but I can’t sleep. My mind keeps turning over what just happened. Logically, the reason Garret was able to coax such a massive orgasm from me is because he’s simply more knowledgeable than any of my other partners have been, but that doesn’t really play for me. Some of them had moves, they should have been able to get me off, but they failed.

My mind drifts further back, to that strange spark I felt when Garret and I were at the park and he asked me why I wanted to fall in love. Something shifted between us, and I know he sensed it as much as I did.

I have the funniest feeling that it was that shift in our relationship that finally allowed me to climax.

A little tickle in my brain also warned that the same shift was going to change my life forever.