Evan Kazmeirowicz is blushing. He’s just told me he replaced his whole bed in the past week, and he’s blushing about it.

I reach up and rub my thumb over the pink that has bloomed high on his cheeks. “Are you embarrassed? Why are you blushing? That’s my thing.”

“I just needed to shed the past,” he says earnestly. “I wanted to bring you here and have you know this is our space—only for us.”

“I am over all of that, truly. Your past—it was who you were then, but it’s not who you are now. I trust you.” It feels wonderful to say those words to him and to really believe them with my whole heart.

“I know.” He cups my face with both of his hands, his thumbs caressing lovingly over my cheekbones, and insists, “But it was important to me. I believe you’ll be the last woman I ever invite into this bed. It’s important to me that you know you are also the first.”

The first and the last.

I open my mouth but literally nothing comes out. What can a person possibly say to such a statement? I settle for, “I love you, Evan. I haven’t said it yet, but I do. I love you so much.”

Evan’s mouth is on mine immediately, his hands gripping my ass as he picks me up and carries me into his very large master en suite. Still kissing me, he manages to reach into his shower to turn on the water.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he says. “Shower with you. Is that weird?”

“Weird Science,” I say, then giggle. “Sorry, that was dumb.”

“I love that movie, it’s hilarious!”

We throw movie quotes back and forth and I fall a little more in love with him with each one. Finally, he tests the water and says it’s ready. My shirt is over my head—my skirt lying on the floor in a heartbeat. As I stand in front of him, clad only in the lacy black bra and panties I wore in hopes I might end up with him like this, I feel exposed in ways I never have before. I feel like he can see inside of me, and it’s so scary, but also so wonderful and freeing. I feel like there is no barrier between us at all now, as if we’re really walking a path toward something good together.

“Have I ever mentioned how beautiful you are?” Evan asks as he traces a long finger over the swell of my breast.

“Maybe once or twice,” I say, arching into his caress.

He begins undressing me as I take in the view. And my view is pretty magnificent. This beautiful man standing before me has told me he’s in love with me. It might take me a bit before I stop pinching myself to see if I’m dreaming or not.

He kisses my neck as his hands reach around to unhook my bra. The sound it makes as the snaps separate before it falls to the floor, makes me shiver beneath his lips. I feel his big hands drawing down my panties, so I help the process along with a shimmy. Completely naked, we step inside the steamy shower. I put my head under the shower head, letting the water soak my hair wet before I push it all back and away from my face. I find Evan staring at the way my breasts jut toward him when my back arches. He looks a little wild and it only makes me hotter knowing he might lose control a little. I love everything about my dominant lover.

He puts some shampoo into his hand and starts working it through my long hair. He massages my scalp, my temples, my neck. I arch back under the spray again to rinse away the soap and feel his fingers playing at my nipples. It’s so good feeling his hands on me. My nipples bud up tight, the tips pebbled almost to the point of pain until he takes one in his mouth and twists the other between his fingers.

I hear my cry at the exquisite mix of ecstasy and pain. I want to come, but I want this pleasure-torture to go on forever. Choices.

Evan’s massive cock is fully erect and jutting in my direction, so I take some body wash and rub my sudsy hands along the length of that huge, beautiful part of him that owns me. He groans and moves closer, putting his forehead on mine as we touch each other. Our hands go where we want and need them to go.

He spins me around after a long, quiet moment of touching. He rubs bubbles and suds all over my breasts and stomach, working his fingertips over my ultra-sensitive flesh before moving down to my sex. He starts outside, his fingers massaging just the folds and my inner thighs. I sag into him because it feels so good I can barely stand. But my body wants more; the ache of want strong and hot between my legs. I open for him, just enough, and his fingers push inside. My hips move in a seductive dance against his fingers, welcoming him to explore at will.

Just as I feel the quake of orgasm begin, he removes his fingers, and spins me around to face him once more. He picks me up as if I’m a feather, lifts me over his twitching cock, and slides his way up into me deep. I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. With him buried as far as he can go, we’re as close as humanly possible.

He moves slowly, in no hurry for our connection to end. He kisses at my neck, along my jaw. Our tongues connect. My breasts press against his chest. His hands splay along my backside.

His movements grow faster, harder. I urge him to give me more. I want him wild and uncontained.

I flex my pelvic muscles, pushing my body toward that perfect and divine precipice. When I fall, I fall hard, my breath stopping, the noises escaping my throat nearly inhuman. I focus on what Evan is saying to me and then I hear it.

“Holly—Holly—Holly...” My name becomes his mantra, flowing from his lips repeatedly as I struggle to stay earthbound. “I love you,” comes out in harsh breaths as he empties himself into me.

He holds me for a long time afterward, until his ragged breathing finally calms. When he finally sets me down, I feel wobbly as jello and have to brace my hand on the wall to help me return back down to earth.

As the hot water pours down upon us, he says, “I will never get tired of you like this.”

“Neither will I.” And I know I won’t as he tilts my chin up to meet his lips for more kisses. I remind him how much I love him.

Evan kisses me until the water goes cold.

Afterward, we curl up in his brand-new bed with pizza and beer, and even find Weird Science on demand.

The perfect night.