My body stretched for him as he entered me, slowly filling me. Even in my most perfect dreams, it hadn’t felt this way. I couldn’t have known. I didn’t know anything could even feel like this, this all-encompassing, this emotional. He pumped in and out of me, slowly at first before his pace started to quicken, and my hands were all over his shoulders, his arms, and his chest again. I couldn’t stop squeezing, pulling, wanting him closer.

I lost myself in the way his body moved with mine, how receptive he was and how much he paid attention. If I flinched for even a second, he was aware of it and adjusted. And, when I tossed a leg around his lower back, he moved it off and told me no. James was a thousand times better at sex than I was. He made me feel like I’d never done it before. At least, not properly.

Maybe this is something more than just sex, I started to wonder but stopped myself from going that far, that fast.

“Are you okay?” He rolled his hips against mine, and I nodded before he leaned down to kiss me. “You feel amazing. So tight. So hot,” he said between kisses. “I’ve wanted this my whole life.”

He continued to kiss me with so much passion that I thought we might explode. I felt the weight of his words, the depth of his emotions with every touch of his tongue.

“I didn’t know it could feel this way.” I circled my hips against his, creating friction and feeling my orgasm rise.

“It’s because it’s us, Julia. It wouldn’t be like this with anyone else. It couldn’t be.” He kissed me more as his pace quickened. I felt him grow bigger inside me, and I knew what was about to happen. “Oh, babe, I’m gonna come.”

“I know. I feel it,” I breathed against his neck, and he nudged me.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “Don’t look away. Don’t close your eyes.”

I didn’t respond with words, but I did what he’d asked. And, when he came inside me, I felt everything he was feeling by looking in his eyes. His body shuddered on top of me, his sexy groans filling every empty nook of my house. I watched as his chest heaved and his muscles moved between flexing and relaxing. The man was a god, but I’d be damned if I admitted that to him. Doing this had been crossing the line enough.

He rolled off of me and onto his back but grabbed me in the movement. Without warning, I was in his arms, my head lying on his chest as he played with my damp hair. “Don’t ruin the moment and talk shit about the fact that I want to cuddle with you after,” he instructed, his breathing erratic and uneven.