He looked up and almost swallowed his tongue. Stark naked, she stood in the doorway. Zeroing in on the cupid tattoo on her left breast, he watched in stunned fascination as her pierced nipples sprang to life.

“See anything you like?”

“Uh-huh,” he managed to say. “Come here.”

She sashayed over to him and stepped between his parted legs. With her hands on his shoulders, she offered her breasts to him.

Flipping his tongue back and forth over one of her nipples, he cupped her firm ass and brought her in closer to him. Every toned inch of her was proof of the hours she spent at the gym. “Did it hurt?”

“What?” she asked breathlessly.

“Having them pierced.”

“Like a sonofabitch.”

“Then why do it?”

“Because it makes what you’re doing right now even more intense, and they make me feel sexy.”

“I can’t believe you need any help feeling sexy.”

She glanced down at him, a vulnerable expression on her usually confident face, and shrugged. Pushing the shirt off his shoulders, she tossed it to the floor and urged him to lie back.

He watched her as she divested him of his pants and underwear. And with that, with both of them naked and needy, he had already gone further than ever before.

Elin kissed her way down the front of him, and Freddie let her, knowing he needed to take the edge off if he was going to get through the main event without embarrassing himself. No doubt a woman like her had some pretty significant expectations. Over and done with in under thirty seconds probably wasn’t one of them.

Wrapping her hand around his erection, she stroked him until he was harder than he could ever recall being.

“Mmm,” she said as she wrapped her lips around him.

He had heard his friends and coworkers talk about women who actually liked giving blow jobs versus those who did it just to please their partner. If the enthusiastic way in which she stroked, licked and sucked was any indication, he had found one who seemed to like it as much as he did. Clutching her hair, Freddie discovered that watching her make love to him with her mouth was every bit as hot as the act itself.

When she cupped his balls and took him deep into her throat, Freddie cried out as a powerful orgasm gripped him. On the way back down to earth, he realized he still had a firm grip on her hair and loosened his hold.

She lapped at him, cleaning him up. “How can you come like that and still be so hard?” she asked, stroking him.

He reached for her, bringing her up to rest on top of him. “Stamina.” And lack of use, he wanted to say but didn’t.

“We need a condom,” she said.