I crash my lips to hers and shift my erection between her legs. All I feel is hard and soft, need and desperation. All I want is her.

Twisting my hips, I rock over her slick folds, coating my cock in her wetness, my heart thudding—a warning that it doesn’t know if it can survive this. Survive Rosey.

Pulling away, I grab a condom and fumble with it, my fingers working too slow for the rest of my impatient body.

Rosey whimpers as I roll the condom down my shaft. “Now, Byron. Please.”

“That’s right, Rosey. I want to hear you. I want to know you, know what you want. I want to give you what you need.”

I pull in a breath, trying to steady myself, trying to regain some kind of control of the situation, but it’s futile. Something has taken over my body and I have no conscious choice left. I’m being driven by desire, and it’s pointless trying to wrestle the wheel away.

I position myself on top of her, my gaze flitting between where the tip of my cock rears toward her entrance and Rosey’s desperate expression. It’s not just her words that are begging me to fuck her. Her ripe, hard nipples, her hips undulating underneath me, the eyes that tell me she’d do anything to have me right now.

I’ve never recorded sex with a woman, but for a second, I wish there were cameras all around us. I can’t remember sex ever feeling this intense, this necessary, this important. I want it to go on forever, and then I want to replay it every day for the rest of my life.

I slide in slowly. Rosey’s eyes widen—half pleasure, half disbelief—and I swear to god, if the tight clench of her wasn’t about to kill me, her expression would finish the job. It’s too much. I can’t take it. I still, squeeze my eyes shut, try to focus on something outside this bedroom.

The rain has started again. The wind howls around the walls of the cabin, like it’s trying to get in. This is it. The storm. The big one. We should be listening for tornado warnings so we can get to the shelter, but at the moment, I know that’s impossible for both of us. There’s no going back now.

I breathe and slide deeper, never taking my eyes from her face. Her mouth falls open and she lets out a silent cry. I hear it in every cell of my body. This isn’t sex. This is some kind of transcendent, spiritual experience. My entire body is vibrating. I don’t know where I end and she begins.

“Okay?” I whisper.