His eyes have me captured, and when I break away from his gaze, all I can see are his lips, his shoulders, the movement of his chest.

With one quick breath, I lean forward and capture his mouth with mine. It should feel wrong. He doesn’t even know my name, but it doesn’t feel wrong at all. He smells so good, and his beard brushing the skin of my lips makes crave him even more.

He moans into the kiss, and a warm buzz floods through my stomach as his tongue invades my mouth.

I gasp against his lips as his hand slides under my ass, hoisting me off the chair so that I’m straddling his lap. Our kiss grows hungrier, his fingers exploring the backs of my thighs then up my dress to the bare skin of my back.

His touch gives me life, like I had been sleeping for the past year, growing stale and lonely without the contact of another human.

Wrapping my legs around his broad hips, I sense the hardness under his jeans, and I find myself writhing against him, hunting for that pleasure that comes so easily now that I’ve been completely sensitized to it.

My hands latch onto his face, enjoying the feel of his thick hair through my fingers. He might be older than me, but it doesn’t change the way he kisses me. In fact, his touch seems more adept and confident. His hand cascades along my rib cage like I’m an instrument in his hands.

“What are you doing to me?” he groans against my neck.

A wave of heat pelts me in the stomach again. The notion that I’ve made this strong man weak is a power I could easily get off to.

The grinding rhythm on his lap drives me closer and closer. With his hands on my ass, he joins in the cadence, rubbing our bodies together until I feel my skin begin to tingle and my toes curl.

“Oh my god,” I gasp as I reach the moment just before pure ecstasy takes over. I can’t believe this is happening, and for a second, I think I should be humiliated that I’m about to come on top of this complete stranger, but my body won’t let me stop.

A low growl emits from his chest. His hand winds around my waist, pulling me even closer, and the pressure between my legs is intense. He grips my face with the other hand, kissing my mouth harshly as I seize up in his hands. I’m completely at his mercy as I lose myself to the orgasm.

I’m caught in the longest tremor, my legs locked around him, and he doesn’t let go until I start to relax, my body melting against his. When I finally start to fade back into reality, a sudden moment of shame turns my already red cheeks even redder. With my eyes wide, I stare at the man beneath me.

“Oh my god,” I mumble.