I’m not afraid. I’m warm and relaxed, and he’s smiling as if he’s won some great prize.

Me.

Don’t get me wrong. Ian isn’t some super bodybuilder who can pick up fully-grown and average-weighted women like it’s nothing. Oh, he can pick me up, but I can tell any farther than his room and he would have some problems.

It’s okay. We only need to go as far as his room, where he gently lays me on his bed and climbs on top of me.

It’s dark in here. Not black as night, but the candles from the bathroom aren’t bright enough to illuminate this room. It’s enough for me to see his outline, the golden glow of his skin, and the countenance of pleasure he sports.

He’s so fucking handsome, and to think that he’s all mine tonight…

No amount of Mr. Handsomes at the club would be enough to give me the feeling I have.

I don’t know what this feeling is.

Maybe it’s love?

No time to think about it. I’m suddenly awash in heat and desire as Ian smothers me with his body, his mouth on mine and his tongue making an unreal descent down my throat. His big hands hold me down – gently – push into my hair, and cover me all over. I swear he must have five hands. They’re everywhere, rubbing my flesh, squeezing my extra fat, and making me feel like the most beautiful, most desirable woman in the world.

I moan so soon. With my legs spread around him, I can feel my arousal ease from my slit.

I want to be lost in these motions. I want to fade into obscurity, where all I have to think about is his voice as he climaxes, his body shuddering, his words dissipating into my ear. I want to only know what it feels like to be made love to – to make love to someone back. I want it all, because I’m a greedy woman who isn’t happy if I’m not having everything at once.

Except Ian ruins it for a single second. He bites my nipple, making me moan so loudly that it feels verboten. Then he licks my earlobe, his voice grating.

“I’m taking you, Katie. I’m going to fuck you with my bare cock again.”

These shudders I feel aren’t of pleasure. I’m flashing back to the last time we had sex, when that voice inside of me betrayed my trust. It said I wanted it. It said I wouldn’t have a problem letting him claim me.

It lied.

“Okay…” I want to feel his skin inside me – that, at least, was exhilarating. But… “Will you pull out?”

He’s kissing my throat, hard, leaving a mark that I’ll have to cover for days. “Do you want me to pull out? Do you want me to come on your thigh instead?”

His voice is droll, but in the dim candlelight I can see that classic Ian Mathers smirk on his face. What a time to reference that day. “I don’t want to be scared.”

“You have nothing to be afraid of. This isn’t BDSM, darling. This is me wanting to share the most intimate thing with you. Just like this whole night. I’m not your Dom. I’m the man you’re making love to.”

“I don’t know…”

“Babe.” That tone is almost admonishing, and yet I gravitate toward it. Ian, you’re destroying me. “We can’t move forward with anything else until we get past this.”

I know he’s right. When we have a scene soon enough, he’ll want to do one of the most basic things a Dom does. Namely, he’ll want to come inside me, and I’ll have to be able to handle it.

It seems so simple. It’s not simple for me.

“Do you want my cock, Katie?”

I close my eyes, feeling him all around me. His scent. His body. His warm voice pushing me to my limits. “I want you inside me, yes…” I’m empty between the legs. Ian’s hovering dangerously close, hard, unprotected, and ready to fuck my stupid brains out.

When I think of it that way…

“Katie…” His kisses return to my skin, overwhelming me with a burning need to be conjoined. Everything inside me aches to know him. To feel him. To take what he has and transform myself into someone I barely know. “Katie!”

I shriek, in desire and surprise, as Ian drives himself into me.

We’re gone.

It’s so instant. It’s so animalistic. Not just him, but me as well. I want him. I want this unadulterated feeling of fullness that overtakes me, my opening parting to take his whole length in one stroke. It hurts. It invigorates me.

I’ve been wanting this all night. I’ve been wanting this all week.

I’ve been wanting this ever since I first met him.

The man knows how to fuck. From the moment he’s inside, he’s working me, his hips relentless against my thighs as the head of his cock reaches for my G-spot. I’m wetter every time he even slightly pulls out. My hands are above my head as he holds them there and pummels me below. The sweet heat of his skin is undoing me. God! What is it about this man that makes me do things I never thought I would?

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He loves telling me that. I can’t say I want him to stop.

My hands brace themselves against his shoulders. Ian goes between staring into my eyes and closing his own, losing himself to the movements we create together. Because it’s not just him. It’s me, fucking him as much as he’s fucking me. The easier he slips into me, the more I want him. Shit! It sounds so good. The melody of his skin plunging into my folds, my cunt so fucking wet that it only serves as an intense reminder of what we’re doing.

I want to be wetter. I want to feel his wetness inside of me.

“Katie.” Don’t ever let him stop calling me that. I don’t care about the other pet names he peppers into our private conversations. I want to hear my name like that. I want to hear him come undone inside of me. I can feel it starting to happen. Not only my orgasm, my muscles clamping down on his cock as I force him deeper, deeper inside. No, I feel that sweet pulsing of his cock as he rhythmically thrusts into me.

The mattress sinks beneath me with every thrust. The headboard hits the wall, my squeals of impending orgasm as he sits up, holds me by the hips, and drives so hard into me that I…

I…

I’m coming.

My eyes roll into the back of my head. All I know is that I feel so full and taken care of that I’m feasting on him, his energy, his ability to turn me into this kind of person. His grunts turn into long, hard groans.

“I’m coming, babe.”

It’s the only warning I get. At first I wish he hadn’t told me. But I grab his arms, holding myself firm as my orgasm hits a new peak and I swear to God he can do whatever he wants.

Like unleash himself inside of me.

My eyes snap open. Ian’s looking at me, drinking in everything he sees as he climaxes, his cock creating sensations that I was so afraid of last time.

I’m full.

I’m warm.

I’m warmer.

Every pulse of him is a revelation. I don’t feel afraid. If anything, I feel at peace. In paradise. As if this is how it’s supposed to be.

His seed coats me inside. Not once, but multiple times. Like he coated my throat in the concert hall.

This is so different. This feels beyond. It’s making my brain melt and body scream in joy.

I’ve never felt so connected to another human being before. He’s with me. I’m with him.

We’re one.

“Oh.” I don’t know which one of us says it as he collapses on top of me. My arms wrap around him, holding him inside of me as my legs tremble, sore. I’m not used to spreading them so wide for a man. Yet he makes me want to.

I want to do so many strange things with him.

Before I want him to even think about it, Ian pulls out. This is it. The moment my brain might jump ship on me.

It doesn’t. I feel so at peace before, and I do after. Probably because Ian’s smiling at me with a kindness no man gives me in bed.

“You’re amazing.” His limbs entwine with mine, spreading my legs open just as I close them. “Can you feel it?”

Ian takes my hand and guides it to my wet slit. Shit, I’m so wet. I didn’t realize it, even with the sounds and sensations he gave me only a few seconds ago. Yet I feel it now. My own wetness and arousal coating my fingers.