I brushed my thumb back and forth over the turgid peak, pressing hard into my hands until she was grinding her center against the thigh that was pressed high between her legs and she was bending backward trying to get closer.

I leaned closer to her so that I could kiss her throat where the elegant line was bowed in pleasure. Her hands curled around my biceps to keep herself upright while I nibbled and sucked a tantalizing trail all the way up to her ear. Once I reached it, I traced the tender shell with the tip of my tongue and told her, “And I more than like that you’re going to let me turn you around and fuck you against this couch.”

She gasped just a little and tried to put a little space between us, but her hands tightened reflexively on my skin and I could feel her heartbeat skip under my still-questing lips. I captured the nipple I was still playing with between my fingers and gave it a tweak that was just on the edge of too hard and her mouth fell into a surprised O.

“Remember, you were the one that told me some games are always better with two people.” I felt like I should remind her that she started this with her clever hands in the burlesque club.

I think she could feel all the coiled readiness I was harboring because she simply let out a long breath and reached for my belt. She made short work of it and of my zipper, her touch light as her fingers brushed against the rigid erection she released. The chocolate in her eyes was all melted and warm when she told me, “There is no one else, Asa.”

I couldn’t tell if it was a question or a statement but either way the answer was no. There wasn’t anyone else in my bed and there wasn’t anyone else that could chase the dark away and cut some of those iron ties to the past so I was light enough to move toward her. “There is no one else, Royal.”

She smiled at me and again I felt something inside me break and then fuse together in a better way. “Good, because that means we don’t need to use protection.”

She turned around, wiggled herself out of her clingy shirt so that she was in front of me in nothing but her bunched-up skirt and miles of mahogany hair cascading down her back. For a split second I wondered if I had died again and this was what my heaven looked like. I reached out a hand to move her long curtain of hair aside so that I could sweep my hand down the flawless curve of her spine. I stepped closer so that I could kiss the back of her neck, which made her mewl softly and rub her naked backside against my throbbing cock. There was no more talking after that. There was no more trying to convince her of anything because she knew I wanted her and she wanted me, too. The time for any kind of games was long over.

I stepped up close behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist so that I could bend her over just enough that I could hold her where I wanted her. I spread her legs farther apart with my own and urged her to brace her hands on the couch cushions in front of her. She gave me a speculative look over her shoulder and I just smiled at her with a lot of teeth. She bit down on her lower lip and I groaned as her hair slid in a sexy fall across one of her shoulders. Everything about her was some kind of perfect, so I needed to focus on doing exactly what she told me to do and appreciate everything about every single moment I got to have with her.

I pressed in close, heard her mumble in pleasure as my dick glided along her slick folds. I was moving fast but she was clearly ready, and nothing was sexier than that. I pressed in, felt her hips tilt back to meet me, and suddenly I was engulfed in all her sweet fire and heat. I let out a litany of swearwords as her body immediately clamped down on mine while I pulled back out and slid back in. I didn’t want to rut into her, didn’t want to pound against her in a reckless and thoughtless manner. But the combination of being inside of her without anything between her quivering flesh and my own, and the way she kept looking over her shoulder at me and urging me on with her hot gaze, was too much temptation to withstand.

I clamped her to me, thrust against her until the couch moved, and closed my eyes as I was sucked into a vortex of things that felt too good and too powerful to name. At some point I thankfully remembered I had a free hand that wasn’t holding her up and let it find its way to that hidden place between her legs. She was slippery and slick. She was hot and tight. She was as close to the edge as I was, so all it took was one swirl with my index finger and one little pinch between my thumb and forefinger to send her over. As soon as she gasped my name and broke across me in a flood of release and ecstasy, I was quick to follow.

It was an orgasm that started at the bottom of my feet and blazed a trail up my legs until it hit my lower spine and nearly had me collapsing on top of her as we both fell forward onto the couch. I had to move so I didn’t crush her and that ended up with both of us lying with our legs dangling over the edge, half dressed, her back to my chest as we both panted and tried to catch our breath. I’d never been with anyone so fully before and it felt different. Not just on a physical level, but an emotional level as well. I smoothed my hands over her flat stomach and blinked dumbly up at the ceiling.