After some back-and-forth, I learned I’d be the first to go down on her.

Fuck.

All it took was for her to say, “Kiss me there,” to set me on fire and send me straight there.

I kept my eyes up on her face so I could witness her reaction the first time I kissed her. When I dragged my tongue along her sex.

She writhed against my mouth, fingers tangling in my hair, guiding. Demanding. Her cries shattered the night as I sucked.

I didn’t stop until she broke apart, coming on my tongue, her body shaking as I wrung every last drop of pleasure from her.

Only then did I rise, pressing kisses up her stomach, her tits, to her mouth—letting her taste herself.

She barely had time to catch her breath before I picked her up, and we made our way to her bedroom.

Shouldering on the light switch, I then carried her over to the bed and set her down.

Condoms on the nightstand. My clothes a memory on the floor next. I then stood by the bed and nearly came undone at the mere sight of her.

Her hair was wild and tousled from my hands. Her green eyes dazed and heavy-lidded. Lips swollen. And her body . . . well, her body was all soft curves, smooth and sun-kissed waiting to be worshipped.

Unable to wait any longer, I joined her. I raced my hands over her curves. Paid close attention to her responses and what she seemed to love the most. I memorized the way she moved, and how she squirmed from pleasure when I let my breath fan across her sex. Her squeals of laughter when I kissed the inside of her thighs and knees freed a few surprising ones from me as well.

Only after the sweet surrender she gave me in those moments did I sit back on my heels and grip my cock, stroking with just enough pressure to pull a ragged breath from my lips—and a gasp from her.

After shielding myself with a condom, I braced myself on top of her, and she guided me to her entrance.

I promised to take my time. To be gentle. And then I pushed inside her.

I gritted my teeth, barely holding on to my control as she took me inch by inch. So. Fucking. Tight. A guttural groan left me as I bottomed out, and she drew me in even more.

I dropped my forehead against hers, struggling to hold still as I let her adjust to my size.

Her hands slid up my arms, over my shoulders, pulling me down until our bodies were flush. Then I went deeper. Harder. Faster.

We lost ourselves in it. In each other.

Her legs locked around my waist, and her nails dragged down my back as I thrust into her over and over again. The sound of skin against skin filling the room.