By the time Asim brought Elena to their final destination for the day, lust radiated off of her in powerful waves. It was all he could do to keep his head on straight beneath her sultry gaze. Just make it into the loft, and it’s game on.

The lush garden swept up a steep incline, strewn with steep staircases winding through heavy foliage, dappled with thick-trunked trees. Treehouses dappled the canopy, each one an intimate lookout over the city.

But with the way Elena had been eyeing him since lunch, it could be much more than simply a sightseeing excursion. And he’d be willing to take it there, the second she was ready.

They climbed a delicate spiral staircase leading up to the dark wood treehouse. Asim had arranged for a bottle of wine to be available upon arrival. It stood—already open—next to two wine glasses on a small table by the door.

“This is spectacular,” Elena breathed, easing onto the thickly padded floor. Cushions covered every square inch, topped with silky sheets. Throw pillows dotted the walls of the tree house. And before them, an immaculate window overlooked the ocean. The Sea glittered in the distance, slivers of the city sprawl visible at the side. Elena sighed as she arranged the pillow behind her, making herself comfortable.

“You sure know how to woo a girl,” she commented, narrowing her eyes. “First paragliding, then amazing food and wine.” She swallowed, meeting his gaze hesitantly. “Now this. How do you expect me to keep myself off of you?”

Her face flushed at the comment, and he knew it had to be the wine or some secret code that he’d unwittingly cracked somewhere between paragliding and now.

“I don’t expect you to,” he answered coolly, leaning beside her. He reached for her hand, locking eyes. “In fact, if you keep yourself off me, I’ll be disappointed.”

She laughed a little, but the smile fell quickly. She jerked at his hands, urging him closer without explicitly demanding it. He leaned in, capturing her chin between thumb and forefinger, bringing her lips close to his without touching them.

“Yeah?” He smirked, watching the desire crease her face. “You want it?”

She whimpered and nodded, and he dipped down, smashing his lips against hers, coaxing a desperate, hungry kiss from her. She made a small noise and clutched at him, pulling him down on top of her. He clambered to follow her lead, propping himself on either side of her, his hands sinking into the cushions. They kissed until need overcame him; he leaned back to unbutton his shirt, tossing it aside, and then made quick work of his belt buckle. Once he’d unzipped his pants, he pulled away, breathing heavily as he looked down at her.

“I want to see you.” He pulled her slouchy shirt over her head, followed by her tank top, tossing both aside. He tugged her leggings down to her ankles, slipped them off, and trailed kisses back up the creamy lengths of her legs. He tugged at her panty line with his teeth, which made her gasp. A thrill raced through him. He liked making her gasp like that—she was so responsive and sensitive to everything he did to her.

“Let’s take this off,” he whispered, slipping her bra straps down her arms. She reached behind and unclasped the bra, then shrugged it off. Two perky breasts greeted him, rosy nipples taut. His breath disappeared in his throat. He stared for what was probably too long—until she shifted and laughed nervously.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, lowering his mouth to a nipple. He took the perfect pink bud between his lips and suckled, then switched to the other one. She moaned low in response, fingers tangling in his hair. He trailed kisses into the valley of her breasts, over the soft roundness of her belly, to the sweet heat between her legs. He nipped at the dampness staining the crotch of her panties and she tensed, the grip on his hair tightening.

He stretched out over the cushion to get the best angle for enjoying the view between her legs, his hard cock pressing into the soft pillows beneath him. He grinned up at her, and she spread her legs further. He pushed aside the damp piece of fabric, revealing the delicious folds of her pussy, and he swallowed a groan. Everything about this woman was sexy, and already he knew that one time with her wouldn’t be enough.

“Touch me.” Her voice came out a desperate whisper. He dragged his fingertips up and down the cleft of her pussy, every twitch and noise from her shivering through his own body. He pinched at her clit, rolling his fingers back and forth, and then slipped a finger inside her, surprised by how wet she was, how much she wanted this.

He sucked at his teeth and sat up a little. Her gaze raked across him, and she looked so sexy he thought he’d burst—topless and leaning against the wall of the treehouse, legs spread, panties pulled aside to reveal prickles of dark pubic hair. He leaned back and pushed his boxer briefs down, tossing them aside. Grinning, he eased between her legs again, skipping kisses up her thighs.

“I want you on top of me,” he whispered as he kissed his way up her belly. He hooked his hands behind her ass cheeks, tugging her toward him. He sat up, hoisting her onto his lap, and her legs locked behind him, her pussy settling on top of his eager cock.

“Mmm,” she said, rotating her hips in a slow circle. “I like this.”

“Me, too.” He dragged his lips over her shoulder, loving the way her breasts smashed into his chest. He clutched at the soft flesh of her hips, his cockhead finding the slick folds easily. She laughed throatily, rocking in a circle, sending his mind into the stratosphere.

“This is gonna feel so good,” she murmured, her hair tickling the sides of his arms. She dug her fingernails into the tops of his shoulders, pushing herself up, aligning their parts. He reached between them to help guide, inhaling sharply when the sensitive head found the slickest, hottest part of her body.

“There it is,” he said, his voice weak as she eased down on top of him, her eyes closed, a soft expression drifting across her face. He moaned low as she sank down, down, wrapping all of him inside her velvety heat, his cock disappearing entirely inside her. He drew a taut breath, eyes riveted to the V of her legs around him, the friction of their mons as she rocked against him, the jiggle of her breasts as she started a languorous rhythm on top of him.

“Fuck,” was all he could say. She had her way with him, rolling slow and wide, eyes fluttering open and shut as she rode him at her own pace. And all he could do was enjoy the ride, let her do whatever she wanted and take in the show. Her head lolled back and he gobbled up the kinky view of her, her mouth parted in ecstasy, nipples tight, legs bent behind her as she bucked and rocked on top of him.

Within minutes he felt the low crackle of pleasure building inside him—a warning sign. Elena rocked harder against him, tiny gasps punctuating the quiet of the treehouse. His fingertips dug into the flesh of her ass; he should switch positions if he wanted to last much longer, but he couldn’t for the life of him interrupt this heavenly rhythm. He caught a nipple in his mouth as she rode him, then cinched his arms around her waist, bringing her closer, sealing their bodies together. She moved faster, bucking wildly.

“I’m close, Elena.” His voice came out strained, fighting through the dense fog of pleasure that had filled him. His chest heaved as the buildup coiled dense between his legs, quivering on the brink. Elena moaned low, hooking her elbow around his neck, burying his face in her breasts. He growled into the soft flesh of a breast and tensed, thigh rigid as his cock spasmed inside her. She whimpered, her rhythm growing jerky, the flex and flinch of her pussy milking every last drop from him as he came.

He groaned, tilting his head back, her gaze searing through him.

“Wow,” she whispered, dragging her lips feather-light over his.

He gulped, nodding, unable to look away from her. The weight of her was a welcome pressure, one that soothed him. With other women, he just wanted to hurry them out the door.

Not Elena. Something in her gaze asked him to stay awhile, and with her he was happy to sit under her spell for as long as he could.

“That was intense,” he said, squeezing her hips. “You should probably just stay right where you are. So we’re ready for the next round.”

She bit her lip, gaze turning sultry. “I don’t think I’d mind that at all.”