My fingernails threatened the cotton sheets as he moved lower, nipping, licking, and lapping my core. My back arched and my knees squeezed as Van brought me to an orgasm unlike any I’d ever experienced.

As I worked to catch my breath, Van’s green eyes appeared before me. “You said you didn’t invite me to this bed to make love.”

I nodded. “I didn’t.”

“I don’t want to make love, Julia. I’m so fucking hard; I want to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”

“I never have.”

His entire body stiffened. “What did you say?”

“Please.” I held tight to his shoulders. “I’ve done...this...up to...but we stopped.” His eyes closed. “Van, I know I may never see you again. Hell, I don’t even know your last name, but I saved myself for someone who didn’t deserve me and look where it got me. I want this. Please, fuck me.”

His head shook. “You really don’t know what you’re asking for.”

I reached my hand lower, finding his hard cock. Wrapping my fingers around him as best as I could, I ran my hand up and down. “I do.”

With his body between my bent legs, Van pushed up on his hands on either side of me. My heart beat in triple time as he stared down at me. “I want to take you.”

“Do it.”

“I’ll hurt you and that won’t stop me.”

I wiggled my hips. “I’ve been hurt, Van. This is physical and I promise I can take it.”

There were things I’d built up in my head. I made them out to be better or worse than they were. The Eiffel Tower was smaller than I imagined. The British crown jewels were more spectacular than I anticipated. Sex was always right outside my reality. I’d heard other women talk, and I’d read books. As Van and I came together as one, the union was both worse and better.

I cried out, unable to stifle my scream as Van took what I’d saved for someone else.

Even though he said my pain wouldn’t stop him, it did. He stilled and brought his nose to mine. “I promise it will get better.”

Swallowing, I nodded. “I believe you.”

The worst was over as the better grew.

Like a volcano, the heat within me increased. Van didn’t only satisfy my core, filling me completely, he also tended to the rest of me, and his touch was everywhere. Synapses fired and nerve endings responded. Never had I been so alive or so lavished with attention.

The ecstasy didn’t end with my next orgasm or even his.

Throughout the night one of us would wake and it would begin again.