I stepped out of my clothes and faced her, my cock at her eye level. With greed in her eyes, she gripped the root of my dick and pulled on it hard, milking me in one smooth stroke.

A sharp hiss escaped my lips as I dropped my hands to her shoulders to gain some balance. Her tongue darted to lick the tip of my cock. The little teasing motion didn’t escape me; I knew she was trying to torture me just like I’d done moments ago, but the difference between my torture and hers was that mine had been short-lived.

I pressed against her shoulders, making her fall to the bed. I fell on top of her, our skin meeting, the warmth of our bodies igniting a flame I knew would burn until the early morning light.

I gripped her hands in mine, threading our fingers together, and brought them above her head as I straddled her body. My cock lay heavily on top of her pubic bone, and I lowered my head to her mouth where I greedily nipped, sucked, and kissed her full lips.

“God, Kace. I need you so fucking bad. Fuck me, please just fuck me.”

A part of me wanted to do as she asked, to plow into her and take what I wanted, but I couldn’t do that, not with the way she’d spoken to me earlier, not after the kind words she’d expressed to me. She deserved more, she deserved to be made love to, and that’s what I set out to do.

I dug my fingers into hers, and my muscles rippled above her as I continued the slow, arduous process of worshipping her body, of slowly rolling my hips just enough where she gasped, where I could barely feel the wet seeping from her.

The feeling of having Lyla underneath me, completely at my mercy, was addicting. It was mind-altering. It had me thinking I could possibly give her more, that I could stuff away my demons and try to live a normal life with this woman. She gave me hope for a future, a future I knew wasn’t for me.

Releasing one of my hands from hers, I ran it down the length of her body to the juncture of her thighs, where I pressed a finger against her clit. Immediately I was welcomed by a warm liquid that was all Lyla.

“Fuck,” I groaned from realizing just how wet she was. “Lyla, you’re so fucking wet.”

“For you, for only you,” she replied, kissing lightly against my jaw.

Growling, I pressed two fingers inside her and watched as her entire body reacted to the invasion. She moaned, squeezed her eyes shut, and covered her forehead with an arm.

Needing a small taste, I made a trail of kisses down the front of her body until I hovered right above her pussy. I took the opportunity to spread her legs wide enough so I could fit between them and then lowered myself.

Her breath hitched, she squirmed, her skin glistened from sweat as my fingers spread her apart, and my tongue struck her with force, causing her hips to hitch upward.

“Yes,” she breathed, pulling on one of the pillows resting near her. I watched in fascination as I worked my tongue in and out of her as she gripped the sheets, begging for more.

While I ran my tongue up and down her pussy, I kept my eyes on her the entire time. I watched as her lips parted slightly, soft cries escaping her plump lips. I relished in the taste of her, in every reaction and every movement she made. She was addicting.

This was what a little breath of heaven must feel like. Right here, watching the woman of your dreams crumble to pieces from the touch of your tongue. I was in a fucking dream.

From under my lashes, I stared at her stomach muscles contracting with each swipe of my tongue. Her mouth gasped for air with each inhale of her heady scent, and her control slowly slipped. I showed no mercy.

“I’m going to come, Kace,” she announced just as I pressed two fingers inside of her. She arched off the bed as a shrill cry escaped her. “Yes! Fuck, fuck! Yes, more, please more.”

Her hips undulated against my tongue, taking her orgasm to a new level. I allowed her to ride me just the way she wanted and watched in fascination while she dissolved into a puddle of content pleasure under me.

My cock painfully throbbed between my legs, begging to enter her, to take what it wanted. I itched to feel what it was like to be inside her again. I wanted to be sheathed by her warmth, to get lost in her body, so I reached down to my jeans while she recovered and grabbed a condom from my wallet.

Quickly sheathing myself, I hovered back over her and waited for her to open her eyes. The moment her pools of meadow green stared at me, my heart swelled and I smiled. There was something different about Lyla, something that made me think for only a moment that maybe, just maybe, she would understand my drunken sin.

She cupped my cheek. The unspoken emotion we were both feeling settled in the pit of my stomach just as she spread her legs open for me and pressed her hand deeper into my cheek, urging me to move forward.

My eyes instantly closed from the warmth pouring from her.

“Take me, Kace. Take me to a place far away from here. Make us forget the past and the present.” Her voice was soft, encouraging.

Taking a deep breath, I lowered my mouth down to hers and passionately kissed her while my arms fell to the sides of her head, framing her in my heat. My hips settled between her legs, and the tip of my needy cock rubbed against her slick core. Her hips moved against mine, allowing my cock to play with her entrance, but that’s all I allowed while I fucked her mouth with my tongue.

I was greedy, I was selfish, I took everything I wanted, not letting her have a say in any of it, but she didn’t complain. Instead, she matched every stroke of my tongue, every thrust of my hips, and every tightening of my body.

She was just as greedy as me if not more. It was a battle of wills. Who was going to crack first? Who was going to give in and start begging for more?

My cock pounded with need, with yearning, and even though I wanted the upper hand, I wanted her to beg just one more time. I didn’t think I could take the wait any longer, so I grabbed her hands and pulled away.

Linking our hands together again, I brought them above her and lowered my forehead to hers. Looking into her eyes, I pressed my hips forward and felt my cock slowly slide inside her tight canal. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her breath hitched.

Kissing her forehead, I said, “Look at me, baby. Let me see those beautiful eyes.”

Immediately her eyes flew open, and my fucking gut twisted in my stomach from the loving kindness radiating off of her. Her eyes glistened, and the strong walls I’d erected around my soul started to fade.

Instead of focusing on her eyes that were tearing me apart, I tried to bring my attention down to our most intimate connection. I focused on the feel of her tight pussy, the way her hips moved with mine, and the building of pressure inside my cock with each stroke.

I’d had sex with Lyla before. We’d fucked but never shared an intimate moment like this before. We’d never looked into each other’s eyes, trying to understand one another. This was different from fucking. This was making love, and why I was letting it happen, I would never understand.

Maybe I was a masochist. I enjoyed inflicting pain on myself, well-deserved pain. Maybe I knew that after tonight nothing could transpire between us, so I’d gone all in. I gave her everything I had, knowing in return my heart was going to be ripped out of my chest when I left.

But what about Lyla? Could I really do that to her?

“Kace, yes, harder.” Lyla writhed under me, seeking more from me, and even though I knew I was going to destroy both of us when we were done, I couldn’t fucking stop. I wanted to give her everything she wanted, so I did.

With brutal force, I slammed into her and then pressed my lips against hers. Her fingers gripped mine tightly, showing me how forceful I was being, how much pleasure I was able to deliver.