“I intend to. Because I’m about to re-enact one of the dirty dreams I’ve had of you. And I didn’t just have this thought last night. I’ve had it all the times I’ve been here. I’ve pictured you on these stairs before,” he said, glancing down at the steps.

“You have?” she said, as goosebumps rose on her arms, revealing more of her want. Telling her he craved her was the ultimate turn-on for this woman.

“You’ve come on my tongue here before. You’ve begged for my mouth. I’ve touched your sweet body all the other times I’ve been here. You’ve screamed my name in pleasure.” The desire that flashed in her eyes stoked the blaze inside of him. He was consumed with the need to touch his woman. He was obsessed with her pleasure. “Now let my fantasy become reality.”

“Oh God,” she moaned, threading a hand in her hair as her eyes went glassy with lust.

“Sit down on the steps now,” he told her and she did as instructed, perching her sweet, sexy ass on the middle stair.

“Now grip the railings with your hands,” he told her and she reached for the slats, grasping them. “And spread your legs for me.”

“Only for you. Always for you,” she said, as she let one knee fall to the side, hitting the railing gently. Desire swamped his system at the sight of her bare pussy, glistening and wet. He had to have her now. She let her other knee fall open, and there she was, arms and legs spread, body revealed, with nothing to do but hold on to the railing as she gave herself to him.

Lust pounded incessantly in his bloodstream, his pulse speeding up with the full realization that she wanted him in exactly the same way, which was every way, and that she needed him with the same kind of wild intensity.

“All I’m thinking about now are the thousands of ways that I intend to have filthy, wild, hot, dirty, beautiful sex with you,” he said, his voice raw and hungry as he dropped to his knees, latched his palms on her thighs, and spread her open for him.

Her slick pink flesh beckoned to him, and he desperately needed to bury his face in her heat. To feel the slippery wetness from her on his jaw. To be coated in her desire. “It’s been too long,” he muttered. “So please forgive me if I’m too loud.”

She knit her eyebrows together momentarily. “Too loud?”

“I’m so fucking hungry for you,” he said as he dived in, groaning instantly as he licked a delicious line along her slippery, wet opening. She cried out. He kissed her clit, then swept his tongue back down, and was rewarded with a primal moan. A rumble escaped his lips as he flicked his tongue across her engorged clit. Soon, her sounds of pleasure mingled with his groans as he feasted, and she offered all of herself.

“Oh God, your mouth. I want more of it. More of you. Please,” she said, practically begging, as she delivered on his fantasies.