I don’t take time to examine the unfamiliar feeling in my chest. I pack it away and focus on the sensations I understand, like the ache in my cock and the desire to get inside her. I break away from her luscious mouth to run my lips along her chin and down the column of her neck. She tips her head up and to the side to give me better access.

“Oh, Jake.” Her hands move to my shoulders as I travel lower, tugging the blanket down with my teeth until her nipples are exposed. I bend my head and bite.

She nearly comes off the sofa. Her hips thrust upward, seeking relief. I rip the blanket aside to expose her pale body flushed with arousal.

“Perfect. You’re perfect.”

Her legs fall open in clear invitation and I don’t hesitate to thrust one finger inside her. I’m clutched tight and hot. My eyes roll into the back of my head at the pleasure of it.

“More,” she pants. Her nails dig into my shoulders, punctuating her demands.

In answer, I thrust another finger inside her. “Is this enough or do you want more?”

“More.”

Her back arches and her hips rise to meet my hand. Her tongue runs along the cords of my neck. It’s my turn to gasp and writhe. Christ, I want inside her body, but I’m determined to make her come first. I want to feel what it’s like as her body shudders its release.

The bright lights expose her every vein and highlight every curve. Her porcelain skin looks too delicate to be exposed to the sun or rain. The glow off the tops of her breasts beckons my mouth, and I tongue each hard peak as she grinds against me. I press the hard base of my hand against her pelvis.

“Shit, you’re tight,” I say before taking another rigid nipple into my mouth for a hard suck. I’m not gentle with her because she doesn’t want that. She’s used to her own soft hand, her own gentle touch, and now she wants a man’s hand, with a man’s calluses, and a man’s firm pressure. I touch places inside her she can’t reach, curling my fingers and dragging them along the front wall of her cunt.

She keens a low sobbing noise. “Close, so close, Jake. Please.”

In the next thrust of my hand, I work in a third finger, stretching her, and it only takes two more pumps of my hand. As the orgasm overtakes her and her nerves become oversensitive, she tries to draw away.

“Too much!” she cries.

But I follow her down, rubbing relentlessly all the while whispering encouragement. “You can take more. I know you can.” I bite her neck, her ear, and then capture her lips again, plunging my tongue inside her mouth in a graphic preview of how my cock will feel.

She squirms and writhes and as the sensations build again, her body tightens like a bowstring and she shrieks into my mouth. For the sake of her neighbors, I swallow it. I drink in her cries. Then I stop thrusting and slowly withdraw from her body as her tremors slow and soften.

Her clawed fingers loosen and she clasps me against her chest.

“Oh Jake, oh God, oh Jake,” she repeats in some kind of prayerful litany. Her hands beat against me in jerky, random movements as if she wants to touch everything at once and doesn’t know where to start.

I’m hard, harder than I have ever been, but I lie as quietly as possible under her touch, waiting for her signal for more.

“Is this all you got, soldier boy?”

The words cause me to spring into action. I leap off the couch and pick her up. I fling her over my shoulder, and she squeals in fake dismay as I stride into her bedroom.

“Let’s see what kind of performance problems I have in here.”

I toss her on the bed, thoroughly enjoying the way her breasts bounce when she lands. Her waist nips in and then flares out to nice round hips ending in long legs. This is not a girl’s body, but a womanly one with abundant curves and serious dips.

She looks like a seductress, one arm braced on the bed and the other gesturing for me to come near. I unbuckle my pants and shove them down to the tops of my thighs and pull my cock out of my underwear. It will take too long to remove my pants, so I leave them there and tear at my shirt, reaching behind my back to pull it over my head.

Her eyes widen in gratifying appreciation as she takes in my broad chest and defined upper body, and I’ve never felt so glad I spend all that time in the gym.

“I want all of that.” She makes a zigzag sign in the air as she points to me, ending with a fingertip directed toward my cock. It bobs and flexes in response.

“He wants you.”

I grab her leg and pull her to the edge of the bed. From my back pocket, I pull out a small packet. I sheathe myself with one hand and with the other spread her wide. Her lower lips glisten in the low light spilling in from the living room. I’m going to need to taste her later, but the urge to get inside her before I spill in my hand like a teenager is too powerful to resist.

I take my cock and rub it along her lips, over and over until she’s thrashing on the bed. Her fingers claw at the bedcovers. I resent the condom, a layer I’ve always used since my first time.

I clamp down on the base of my cock hard—to the point of pain—until I regain some control. Only to almost lose it again when I ease inside her. “Oh fuck,” I hiss.

Despite working her earlier with my three fingers, she’s still incredibly tight.

“Relax, sweetheart,” I croon. I brace my left hand on the bed and use my right to soothe her in long sweeping strokes from her sternum to her navel. We share a moan as her wriggling slides me deeper inside. Fuck. When has it ever felt this good?

Never.

“I’m ready, really,” she pants.

“Not yet you’re not.” I pull out and she cries out her disapproval.

“No. Don’t stop!”

Ignoring her, I gesture toward the mountain of pillows at the top of the bed. “Throw me one of those.”

She does and I catch it with one hand. I push her up against the headboard and shove a pillow under her ass. Crawling between her legs, I give her a wicked wink. “Now let’s get you good and ready.”

I dive in. I lash her clit with my tongue and rasp her inner thighs with my scruff. Her knees fall open to provide me even better access. I suck her lips between my teeth, biting down until I hear her cry above me.

Her hands dig into my head again, pressing me closer. I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she begs. Or maybe it’s an order.

Doesn’t matter, because I won’t. Not until she comes all over my face.

She turns into a wild, squirming, loud being. Her words become a jumble of pleas and orders. Something about can’t, don’t, please, and then, “I’m coming. Jake, I’m coming.”

And I feel it everywhere. Her thighs shake, her stomach grows taut, and against my tongue the vibrations of her orgasm barrel down from her head straight into my mouth. My toes and fingers are electrified. Rearing up, I drag her still trembling body to the very edge of the bed. In one quick motion, I sheathe myself in her.

The sounds of hard fucking—the slap of our skin, the draw of her sex, the sound of our breath—ratchet up my arousal.

She is so tight, her grip so hard that I almost have to fight my way out. Her hands dig into the bed covering and I use my left hand to brace myself while my right is dug into her hip, holding her body for my invasion.

“Touch yourself. Show me what you like,” I say.

She obeys immediately. Her fingers start rubbing, hard—harder than I would have imagined she liked. I want to thrust forever, but I can’t.

She’s just too fucking hot, too fucking tight, too fucking lush, and I can’t hold on for one minute longer.

“Coming, sweet,” I order, my jaw clenched tight. “Come with me.”

“Yes. Yessss.”

At those words, I feel her clamp around me as I, hard and needy, shoot inside her in long, relentless streams of come. Her hips grip mine and I pump inside her for what seems like an endless amount of time. Until my vision blurs. Until my mind is completely blank. Until I’m a shuddering, wracked, empty shell. She has all of me. Everything.