We stare at each other as he slides in another inch, and I whimper.

“That’s it,” he coaches me. “Good girl, just like that.” He takes my nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. His eyes are locked on mine as he watches my body react to him, reading the cues that he’s getting.

I begin to see stars.

Sure, it’s the magical cock, but it’s also the way he wanted to do this. Staring at each other while his body breaks mine in. His soft coaching. His tender touch.

Intimacy taken to another level.

Not at all what I was expecting, and to be honest, I know I’m in unsafe territory.

If he can own my body after only being half in, I don’t know if I’ll survive what comes next.

He slides in more, and I shudder, stretched to a new level. “Hen,” I whimper.

“I know.” His kiss is getting more aggressive as he struggles with control. “So fucking good. I can feel every muscle inside of you.”

He grabs my ass cheeks and pulls them apart; I slide down a little more, and it smarts. “Aah,” I cry out.

“Shh,” he soothes me. “You need to relax.”

“You’re so big.” I plead my case.

“And you’re so tight.” He smiles up at me in wonder. “We fit together perfectly.”

We stare at each other, and I feel this warmth run through me. It’s like liquid honey, sweet and sensual. Nothing like what this night is supposed to be.

He splays his palm over my lower stomach. His thumb pressing against my clit, he circles with just the right pressure, and I smile against his lips. “Yes.” I roll my hips. “Like that.” He keeps circling as we breathe hard. Our bodies are desperate for the hard fucking they deserve. I push down hard, and he stops me.

“Slow down,” he demands. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Hen,” I whimper into his mouth. “I need more.”

“And you will get it.” He pulls my cheeks apart again, and he slides in slowly to the hilt.

I’m so full and stretched, my body is rippling around his, half in panic, half in ecstasy.

We stare at each other, hearts racing.

He puts his arms under my thighs and lifts them. At this angle I’m completely at his mercy.

My hands are on his strong shoulders as I hold myself up.

I’ve never had a sexual experience like this before, and I don’t use the word experience lightly. It’s obvious he has a ton, and I have next to none. It’s only now that I realize my past lovers have all been a bit vanilla.

He lifts me and brings me back down onto him with a sharp snap, knocking the air from my lungs. My body finally recognizes what she’s supposed to do, and I get a rush of moisture.

“That’s it.” He smiles as he feels the lubrication finally arrive. He lifts me again and slides in deep, so deep.

The last of his control snaps. He lifts me and begins to ride me, his hips rising to meet mine, slower at first and then working up to deep, punishing pumps, the kind that make your eyes roll back in your head.

The sound of our skin slapping together echoes throughout the room.

I cry out as I begin to spiral.

“Not yet.” He lifts me higher and higher, his hips working at piston pace, desperate for the orgasm his body is demanding.

I clench down as I come hard, and he holds himself deep, and I feel the hard jerk of his cock.

We pant as we stare at each other.

A beautiful, perfect clarity runs between us, something that is foreign and new.

I cup his beautiful face in my hand.

His eyes are wild. His body is still inside mine, yet I can feel him pulling away from me by the second.

He’s panicking . . .

Without a word he lifts me off him and throws me onto the bed.

He flicks off his condom and throws it in the trash and then crawls between my legs and pulls them open. He licks me there, his eyes closing in pleasure, and I shudder and shake, my body still reacting to the orgasm I just had.

Then he’s eating me like I’m his last supper. His stubble is burning my skin. His hands are all over, and I get the feeling that he’s blocking me out. Instinct has taken him over.

He’s feeding his body now; I have nothing to do with it anymore.

He licks me deeper and deeper, and aah . . . What the hell is he doing? We just had sex. This is perverted.

But it’s not, not even close.

This is dirty and hot, just like I knew he would be.

He takes me there again, licking me until I can’t stand it, until I’m writhing on the bed. And then he flips me over onto my knees and pulls my hips up with a sharp snap.

I hear the condom wrapper tear, and he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back as he slams in hard. My knees nearly buckle from underneath me, and he slaps my ass. “Get on your knees and ride this fucking cock. I’m nowhere near finished with you.” He slides his thumb into my ass. “My dirty girl next door.”

Excitement runs through me, and I smile.

Hands down, best night of my life.

I wake up sleepy and put my arm out for Henley. The bed is empty, and I look around the darkened hotel room. Is he in the bathroom? “Hen?” I call.

No answer.

I sit up. “Henley?”

Silence . . .

The energy is different. Fuck it. He’s gone.

I reach over and grab my phone to check the time: 6:00 a.m.

Did he leave last night after I went to sleep?

He broke me in on the armchair. Then we had rough sex. Then we had a shower, and somehow that turned into sex, too, and eventually, we rolled into bed exhausted. I don’t remember much after that, but I do remember him holding me close as I drifted off to sleep.

Shit.

I get out of bed and go to the bathroom. On the way back to bed, I see a scribbled note on the bedside table.

Gone to the gym,

back soon.

X

Relief fills me. Okay . . . he’s only at the gym, and he left me a note.

Crisis averted.

I lie in bed and smile goofily up at the ceiling. Last night was the most incredible sexual experience of my life.

He’s so . . .