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As Simone walked into his apartment, her eyes
were instantly drawn to the view. Not that he didn’t have a killer
eye for interior design—the décor was minimalist, low fuss and
modern, but the real draw was the floor to ceiling window that
looked out on the city street. The night glittered with the glow of
a thousand fireflies. She felt like she could reach out and touch
them, hold the light in the palm of her hand.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Mark
asked behind her.

Normally, she would have said yes. She would
have needed some liquid confidence to steel her nerves, because she
never went home with a guy that she hadn’t extensively vetted via
several dates. But there was just something about him, something
that disarmed her. She felt completely at home with him. “No, I’m
fine.”

He walked up beside her, looking out into the
night. “It’s really something, huh?”

“It really is.” She glanced over at him with
a smirk. “Definitely beats my view of a Starbucks and a strip
mall.” She swayed from side to side as the sounds of “Sun Hands”
poured from a sound system perched a few feet away. “Local Natives?
I love this song.”

She glanced over at him and moved closer.
Needed to be closer. Him, this view, the music…it was like
something out of a dream and she didn’t want to wake up.

He pivoted toward her and took his hand,
grazing her cheek. His cerulean eyes shone as he took a step closer
to her, so close that she could feel him breathe. “God,” he
whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”

He went half way, his lips parted.
Hopeful.

She went the rest of the way, closing her
eyes as their lips met. The contact blindsided her with its
resplendent feel. It was impossible for a kiss to strip her down to
her bones, to her very soul, but anything seemed possible in the
throes of his lips. A crescendo of emotions bubbled over the brim
as they enveloped one another.

His strong arms corded around her, pulling
her near as his lips scoured hers, imprinting on her. His taste
would be tattooed there now, a reminder of this night, of the
attraction that made her do something so uncharacteristic. As
intoxicating as his embrace was, there was a niggling itch that
asked her what she was doing. She never went home with a guy after
the first date. Hell, they’d technically only had half a date,
prefaced by an auto accident.

She quieted the storm of whys and instead
built up the case for why not. Why not take a chance on a beautiful
stranger? She deserved a little happiness, a little bliss. Not
feeling him so close that she could make out the curve of his
desire against her lower abdomen just wasn’t an option. Not
sleeping with him wasn’t an option.

He pulled back, coming up for air. His eyes
searched her for pause, any hesitation. “If we’re moving too
fast-”

She let her movements squash any misgivings,
unlatching his belt and unzipping his fly. She took hold of his
stiffness as he let out a moan and tore off his button down
shirt.

“Well then.” he grinned from ear to ear.

She giggled as he gripped her buttocks and
lifted her, carrying her from the living room. The view from the
window didn’t compare to the one she found in his eyes. She saw
want colored there as vibrant and tangible as the hard-on he was
rocking, begging for attention.

And then there was his body, revealed now, no
longer censored and a tease beneath clothing. His chest was bare,
but the canvas was filled with a roadmap of muscles, hard and
delicious to the touch. And he had the cuts at his pelvis that men
killed, doled out big bucks to attain. From the top of his
beautiful head to his muscular calves…every delicious inch was
hers.

She squealed when he dumped her on the bed,
fumbling with her clothes, pulling at the stitches that were
keeping them from one another, flesh to flesh. The husky growl that
echoed in the back of Mark’s throat when he took in her naked frame
made her shudder with anticipation. Would he make noises like that
while he moved inside her, took her with that massive bulge that
jutted out from his perfect body?

When he climbed on to the bed, his navy eyes
boring into her, it was almost enough to make her come on the spot.
“Like what you see?”

The mattress dipped with his movement as he
slid on top of her. His lips brushed her ear, his deep voice a
purr. “Like doesn’t do it justice.”

Simone threw her head back as his lips
focused on the nape of her neck. He alternated kisses and nips with
his teeth as he grinded against her. Her arms were up, over,
pulling him tighter, deeper. Her body cried out with every new wave
of kisses that lit up her skin, her juicy core clenching with want
as his cock rubbed against the seat of her panties. She was so wet,
dripping for him.

“Now,” she begged. “I need you now.”

She shimmied her hips upward as she felt his
fingers making a hot trail down her waist, winding down ‘til he
took hold of her panties and pulled them down. She took her hands
and ran them down her abdomen, to the heart of her desire as he
turned to the nightstand, pulling out a sheath for himself. She was
tempted to just tell him to forget it and just take her, to just
worry about the consequences later. She just wanted him inside
her.

He finally came back to her, his eyes
gleaming with passion as he gripped her hips with a force that made
her cry out with hot need. “Give it to me,” she urged. She kept his
gaze, imagining his bulge as it steered toward her entrance. She
clutched the covers as she felt the tip of him just barely grazing.
He was taunting her, his torso rippling as he dove just inside her
lips, sliding up and down the length of her slit.

She squirmed and wiggled, whining for
release. She wanted to literally take hold of him and stuff him
inside her. She’d lived for months without the feel of a lover,
thinking she was getting by alright with four double A batteries
and the dependable purr of her favorite toys. But now she saw that
she’d been deluding herself. Now that she felt his bulging want so
close, heard his labored breathing matching her own, she wouldn’t
settle for anything less than him parting her, splitting her wide
open.

The teasing was maddening and when he pulled
out, denying her the full touch of his cock yet again, she took her
chance, using her hips to upend him. She maneuvered on top, letting
out an “Aha!” that elicited a laugh and a moan from him. She took
the reins, relishing the look of yummy surprise on his face as she
straddled him.

She’d show him cutthroat. She’d show him the
ride of his life.

She steadied herself and lifted off him just
so, securing the rubber and holding his stiffness steady. She
zeroed in on him and steered every hardened inch of him inside her
hole. Her thirsty core gulped him up, making a satisfied smack. She
felt so complete, some emptiness she never knew was there fulfilled
as she built up speed, bouncing up and down on him.

The pressure built as she rocked back and
forth on him, dragging her body up and down, down ‘til his balls
slapped her bum, pulling out to the tip before plunging back down
and taking him all the way in again. The faces he made, the sounds
that fell from his lips—there was a power in it, an intimacy that
took her breath away.

When she drew him out, he gave her a wink and
he returned the favor, flipping positions and regaining control.
She let him take it, totally getting off on him towering over her,
spreading her legs into a V.

He moved inside the divide, holding her
ankles steady as he drilled into her molten core, their skin
slapping as he crashed in and out, his face scrunched in ecstasy.
As his thrusts picked up speed and his grip on her ankles added
gasps of pain to the building passion, she knew she was close.

She brought her hand to her center and spread
the lips of her heat. She found her bundle of nerves, already a
swollen knot, throbbing in time with his steady movements. She took
the pad of her quivering fingers and rubbed the tiny swell inside
her, her hands a blur that sent a stampede of raw pleasure shooting
out of every nerve of her body.

“Jesus,” she gasped, the sublime passion
becoming tingles of delight that engulfed her. She felt so light
headed, dizzy with rapture, full of the glory of their carnal
dance. She was so close to climax that she felt its freeing touch
begin at her toes. They curled and she began to buck upward wildly,
needing him to gore her with his cock.

He said the words and hers were the same.
They were coming, together. Their howls were so loud that she was
surprised the whole building, the whole world wasn’t caught up in
their orgasm.

She clutched his ass, feeling the rigid lock
of his muscles as his thrusts slowed and he rocked into her one
last time before he pulled out and sunk onto the bed beside
her.

Now, Simone usually endured the awkward
conversation. The guy would maybe make a joke, or try to put words
to what just happened unnecessarily. Or fall asleep.

But what she’d just done with Mark, sleeping
with a guy that she barely knew, was completely unchartered
territory. She had no idea what was next. Would he make up some
phony excuse to get out of bed, some reason why they needed to part
ways?

“So, uh,” she began nervously. It was
probably a little late for the butterflies that danced over her
bare flesh, considering they’d just done the most intimate thing
two people could do. “If you want me to go-”

“Go?” Mark scoffed. He reached out with a
muscular arm and drew her to his chest. He breathed in and out,
like he’d finally found his nirvana. “This is what I want.”

Simone knew she was smiling like a dummy, but
she couldn’t help it. If you would have told her that when she got
rear ended this afternoon she’d end up falling for the guy behind
the wheel, she wouldn’t have believed it. If you would have told
her that she would end up in his bed, she definitely would have had
a few choice words to share.

He lifted her chin up and laid a kiss on her
that put every other kiss she’d experienced to shame. It was a kiss
that songs were written about, that was almost over in a blink of
an eye, a heartbeat, but the repercussions of it rippled across
Simone’s body. She’d thought he was just trying to be a romantic
when he’d said he was glad they’d met, but now she knew it was
true. Mark crashing into her was the best thing that ever happened
to her.

He pecked her forehead and let out a yawn.
“So I don’t have filet mignon, but I make killer scrambled
eggs.”

She grinned up at him. “That sounds
delicious. “

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About the Author

Violet Williams is an erotica writer living
in Greater Sacramento, saving the world via erotic tales…one
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