“It’s the Consumer Electronics Expo, it’s where they have all the latest gadgets, it’s completely geeky, I’ll be staring at circuit boards all day, I always wanted to go but I never had anyone to go with, please say yes!” I was almost bouncing up and down on him, by now.

He chuckled, a rich, warm sound. “Yes. ‘Course I will.”

I squealed with joy and he pulled me down and kissed me again, light and joyous, a teenage kiss, both so eager we clacked our teeth together. He rolled us so that he was on top again. “I’m going to drive us somewhere pretty: Scotland, maybe, and we can camp.” The words came faster and faster. “And we’re going to dance, in my garage, to the jukebox. We’re going to do that a lot.” It was spilling out of him, like he couldn’t get the ideas out fast enough, and I realized that he’d never had anyone to do this with, before. He’d never been in love.

He gazed down at me and his eyes narrowed, going molten with lust. “And I want to get you one of those leather corsets, like Vessia wears in the book. And I’m going to fuck you in the back of my car.” His voice slowed down. “Some country road, moonlight coming in through the window, skirt up around your thighs, panties off… And I’m going to go down on you again, oh, for so long, this time, till you squeeze my head with your thighs, ‘till you don’t think you can possibly come again. And I’m going to fuck you from behind. That perfect little ass in my hands, driving into you, you looking back at me over your shoulder while I go deep.”

Hearing it all in that rough, London accent unleashed something in me. With each word, my insecurities and hang ups dropped away. I gulped, flushed, and nodded. “Uh-huh!

He let out a low growl, leaned down and kissed the side of my neck, quickly discovering that doing that turned me into a helpless, writhing mess. Then he started nipping gently with his teeth between kisses and I became a hot pool of goo.