And it really was the longest drive ever. With the tension in the air so thick I could have sliced it with a knife, I was tempted several times to pull over off the highway, find a dark, empty parking lot, and ride him right then and there. But I don't think Alex would have wanted that, and to be honest, neither did I.

I wanted this man and I wanted him properly.

We didn't say much, but I knew the anticipation was killing him as much as it was me. I could see his hand resting on his thigh feigning an air of normalcy, but every once in a while, his fingers flexed. I'm guessing the rest of his body flexed in those moments, as well.

By the time we finally reached Delphine, my body had calmed down slightly, so at the very least I didn't feel ready to explode at any moment. And based on the front of Alex's pants, he had come down from the edge as well. But as I drove us through the town and toward Alex's house, I felt my body responding in anticipation, my hands clenching the steering wheel and my lips parting with my breath.

I finally pulled in front of Alex's house, but when I grabbed the door handle, I felt his hand close around my other wrist.

"Ana."

I paused and turned to look at him.

His dark, intense gaze bore into mine, and I swallowed hard. "Yeah?"

"If you don't want to actually do this," he said, his voice thick and low, "I don't think you should come inside."

Silence fell. Alex dropped my hand. My eyes skated over him and then I opened my door, getting out of the car, my body trembling in anticipation. I didn't bother to look back to see if he was following me. A moment later, I felt his hand on the small of my back and he led me through the front door.

The door had barely closed behind us when Alex backed me up against it, pressing his body against me and trapping me between the door and his hard chest. His lips crashed to mine, and my body practically sagged in relief at having his mouth back on me.

Mouths and tongues everywhere. Hands exploring. Small moans escaping. My nipples hard and straining against my bra. His erection back and pressing into my stomach. I hooked one of my legs around him, pulling him closer to me.

I needed more.

My hands brushed the hem of his shirt and felt him suck in his breath against my mouth as my hands went over his bare skin. I traveled up his shirt, from his hipbones up his toned stomach, around to his back. With a growl, Alex pulled back from me just far and long enough so he could yank his shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor behind him.

I let out a small sigh of relief when his body was back on mine, his hot, bare skin now practically burning me through my clothing. But the relief didn't last long as one of his hands travel down the leg that I still had wrapped around him. I felt his grip on my skin, and then he pushed it down so I was back on my two feet.

I whined in protest, especially since Alex then pulled back slightly. He smirked at the sound and then snaked his hands around me to the back of my dress. "Your turn," he breathed.

I leaned back against the door and watched as Alex unzipped my dress. Once the zipper was all the way down, I felt his fingers skim the bare skin of my back, sending a shiver up my spine. He looked into my eyes, seemingly asking for permission.

I didn't need him to do anything. I reached up and pushed the straps off my arms myself and let the dress fall off my body, pooling around my feet.

Everything that seemed to have been moving so fast just a moment ago came to an almost painfully slow pace. Alex didn't move back to me, and instead, he took his time taking in my figure with his eyes, starting with the lacy black push-up bra that had been teasing him with my cleavage all night, traveling down to the matching black lace thong that left very little to the imagination, and then finally my stilettos. He spent an extra moment staring at my stilettos. Interesting.

But I didn't come here for him to stare at me.

"Don't tell me that's all you got." I spoke for the first time since entering the house, issuing the challenge knowing very well what the consequences might be.

Something sparked in his eyes, and less than a second later, his hands were under my thighs and my legs wrapped around him as he lifted me up, his mouth back to working its magic again.

I sighed in relief as he finally moved us away from the door and he headed up the stairs, presumably to the bedroom. Every sensitive area of my body was throbbing, and as talented of a kisser he was, I wanted his mouth on areas of my body below my collarbone.

My bra was off before we got to the top of the staircase, and the feeling of my bare nipples pressed against his chest shot lightning through my brain. Even if I wanted to think, I don't think I could have.

I felt myself falling and a moment later my back hit his bed. I laid there, staring up at him as he looked down at me, a hungry look in his eyes. A second later, he was on top of me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress and causing my body to squirm in pleasure.

But he was still wearing too many items of clothing, especially given that I was only clad in a thong and stilettos. As he ran his mouth down my neck, my hands reached down and fiddled with his waistband, but only got as far as unbuttoning the top button of his pants before he caught my hands in his own.

"Not yet," he breathed.

I whined in protest, but that whine turned into a moan when he traveled down my body and caught one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucked and licked, grazing the tip with his teeth before moving to the other and giving it the same treatment. I threw my head back with pleasure, my lips parted. I was incapable of controlling any of the sounds that came out of my mouth.

And then he kept moving down. My sex throbbed as he grew closer and closer, but I groaned in protest when he skipped past the area where I needed to feel him, and instead, he kissed down the inside of my thighs, dragging my thong down my legs with him.

I felt him chuckle against my skin at my protestations. As he disposed of my panties, I also felt him carefully taking off my heels. Probably a good thing. Accidentally stabbing him with my shoes would be a bit of a mood killer. He came back up my other leg, and then, fuck, my hips bucked against his mouth as he was suddenly there, kissing and licking my wet folds.

Fuck.

I don't know if I said it, or if he did, maybe we both did.

"Fuck, you're so wet, Ana," he said, his voice vibrating against me and causing my eyes to roll back into the back of my head.

I could have guessed because of how talented his tongue was in my mouth, but I had never been eaten out like this before. He licked and sucked in all the right places, his hands firmly holding my thighs open no matter how desperately I wanted to clench them around his head.

"Alex!" I cried out as he added two fingers to the assault on my sex. My breaths came out more ragged and higher pitched, my hands twisted into his sheets, and I could feel the pressure that had been building in my lower body just about to spill over.

"Alex," I moaned again. "Alex, I'm—"

I couldn't finish my words. I threw my head back as my climax ripped through my body. I cried out, unable to form any actual words, and my legs finally got the freedom to wrap around him as, even with my orgasm, Alex continued eating me out like his life depended on it. He kept going as I was hit with wave after wave of pleasure, extending my orgasm for as long as he could.

Finally, my body exhausted and shaking, I lay silent and still on his bed, my eyes closed and chest heaving. A thin layer of sweat coated my skin and my entire body tingled in the aftermath of the orgasm. Never in my life had I felt anything like that.

I felt him move and come back up, and as I opened my eyes I saw him with a smug grin, the lower of his face covered in wetness.

My wetness.

"Fuck," was the only thing that I could get out.

The grin grew even smugger.

I pulled him down to me to kiss him, tasting myself in his mouth. I felt him moan against my lips, and then became aware once again of his erection straining against his pants.

And then, even after the powerful orgasm that had just ripped through me, I needed more.

"Ana," Alex said into my mouth. "I need to be in you. Now."

"Then why are your pants still on?" I breathed.

Alex got off of me and stood at the edge of the bed. I watched him tug down his zipper and push his pants down, leaving him in black boxer briefs.

I sucked in my breath as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear to push it down as well.

I stopped breathing and bit my lip when I finally got to take in the full sight of him and his body. I tried to keep my eyes from going immediately to his dick, but, well, that was basically impossible.

It was bigger and wider than anything I had been with before, and if I had thought my body craved him before, it was nothing compared to what I felt now.

The only thing that kept me from getting up and launching myself on him right at that moment was the fact that my body was still recovering from the orgasm.

Alex was watching me, clearly enjoying being feasted upon by my eyes. But neither of us wanted to wait much longer.

He swiftly opened the drawer of the bedside table, and I watched him roll the condom down his erection. Then he was back on top of me, staring down with hungry eyes.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"God, Alex, please," I begged. "I need to feel you inside me."

Alex's eyelids fluttered with my words and he positioned himself at my entrance as I spread my legs wide for him. And then he pushed into me.

I gasped and moaned his name as I felt him fill me, and I saw his eyes shut tight, a moan leaving his own lips. "Fuck, Ana," he groaned. He sank down as far as he could in me and then paused, his eyes still closed and his face contorted with pleasure.

"Alex," I whispered. My body was stretched to the max to fit him, but I still craved more. "Move."

The one word was all it took. His eyes snapped open, staring down into mine, and then he began to move his hips back and forth, pressing in and out of me.

He started out slow and steady at first, but I could tell that wasn't going to last long. He was too desperate for a release. And while I was never a vaginal orgasm kind of girl, my body was overcome with pleasure as he gradually sped up and went deeper with each thrust, my hips bucking to match his rhythm.

Alex may have still been doing most of the work, but I had already had my mind-blowing orgasm. So I did my best to do my part to make his climax equally as explosive.

As he moved in an out of me, I lifted my head so I could kiss and lick my way down his neck, reaching his shoulder and biting down and making him growl at the feel of my teeth. My nails dug into the bare skin on his back, scraping up and down as we moved together.

Any word that came out of his mouth had been reduced to strings of expletives, and as my mouth and hands continued their assault on his neck and back, I could feel him just about to come over the edge.

So with the next thrust, I clenched my walls around him, my legs firmly around his waist.

That's all it took.

"Ana," Alex groaned again. He buried his face into my neck as his hips jerked into mine with his release. I didn't let up, running my hands all over him and catching his mouth with mine, sweeping my tongue against his and nipping his lower lip between my teeth.

He seemed to like it when I bit him.

As his orgasm receded, he collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the bed. We stayed like that for a blissful moment, Alex's face against my shoulder and my arms wrapped around him, holding him close.

With another moan, I could get used to hearing him moan like that, Alex rolled off of me, quickly disposed of the condom, and then fell back into bed next to me. I watched him as his chest, his beautiful, perfect chest, heaved with exertion, and waited for him to open his eyes. He clearly was still feeling effects of the pleasure of what just happened.

I knew he would need a few minutes to recharge, but I suddenly felt a very real ache in my body with the absence of his. I ran my hand along his chest and he finally opened his eyes, a glint in them that told me that he was as willing to keep going as I was.

I threw my leg over him to straddle him, letting my hair fall over my shoulders and onto his skin as I stared down at him.

"I could get used to a view like this," Alex murmured, trailing his eyes down my naked body as his hands rested on my hips.

I smirked and then leaned down to kiss him, deep and unhurried. I could get used to the adrenalin that rushed through my body with the power I now held over him.

My mouth hadn't explored anywhere below his throat, and I was anxious to taste him in the way he had tasted me. I worked my way down his body, kissing and licking, grazing my teeth across his nipple.

I heard a sharp inhale when I did that. Yeah, I was right about the biting.

By the time I reached the end of his perfect six pack, he was already hard and waiting for me. Smirking against his skin, I stopped short of putting my mouth on his erection, and instead worked my way back up.

That earned me another groan.

As I came back up to his lips, I felt his grip tighten on my hips. "If you flip me over right now," I said against his mouth, "I'm done."

His hands relaxed.

I knew he could feel the smirk I wore as I kissed him, my hand feeling around on his bedside table, looking for the box of condoms. Finally curling my hand around one, I started back down again, this time going even slower. I'm pretty sure I heard Alex swear under his breath.

Finally, I sat up, straddling his legs and eyeing his perfectly erect cock. Alex's eyes were on my hands as I slowly ripped open the foil and rolled the condom over him. The minute I touched him, he took a sharp inhale and his erection twitched.

Yeah. I could get used to this type of power.

I moved forward slightly so he aligned with my center, and then I paused. "Look at me," I told him softly.

His eyes met mine and then I sank down onto him.

Alex's eyes flashed and then he couldn't keep them open, shutting them and throwing his head back as I took him inside me. I couldn't hold back the moan that rose within me; even the short time of not feeling him in me had been too long. I needed this; I needed him.

After we both recovered from the initial sensation, I started rocking my hips back and forth. Alex's hands helped steady and guide me, and as I leaned down over him his mouth covered one of my nipples, kissing, sucking, and licking.

I felt a sharp pinch of his teeth, harder than the slight graze he had given me before, and I let out a sharp, high pitch gasp as bolts of pleasure shot through my already euphoria-filled body. Fuck, alright, maybe I liked biting, too.

As I rode him harder and faster, I grinded my clit against him, which combined with his mouth's assault on my breasts, caused an orgasm to grow quickly within me. Based on Alex's breathing becoming labored and uneven, he wouldn't last much longer, either.

For a few moments, the only sounds that filled Alex's bedroom were of our slick flesh coming together, his mouth sucking on my skin, and our heavy breathing. As I felt myself almost about to tip over the edge, I did what I had done before and clenched my lower body.

Alex's fingers dug into my hips as I moaned his name and his hips bucked up into mine. We rode our waves together as I collapsed on top of him and he held me tight against him.

Finally, I carefully got off from on top of him and fell down to the bed, watching him once again remove the condom. But this time when he laid back down, he kept his eyes open. They stared at me wide and dark, and my own eyes swept over his tussled hair, flushed cheeks, and parted, swollen lips.

"I have to pee." It was the only thing I could think of to say.

Alex stared at me for a moment, and then cracked a grin, turning his post-orgasm face into the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. "Well then pee," he said, not bothering to bite back his laughter.

I glanced across the room at the bathroom. It wasn't far, but with my trembling legs and throbbing sex, the distance was insurmountable. I honestly didn't think I would make it without collapsing. "I'm not sure I can."

Alex's face twisted in confusion, but then relaxed into a shit-eating grin that told me he knew exactly what the problem was. And he was proud of causing that problem.

I didn't even see him move and then suddenly I was in his arms and he was carrying me across the room. "What are you doing?" I mumbled into his chest as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He didn't answer and instead deposited me just inside the bathroom door. I grabbed the sink for support as my legs protested my weight.

"Can't have you getting a UTI now, can we?" he said, and he closed the door behind him, giving me some privacy.

Holy shit. I didn't even know what to make of that.

I relieved myself and as I washed my hands, caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I barely even looked like me, my face flushed and glowing despite the streaked and smudged makeup, my hair a tangled mess, red marks from Alex's hands and mouth peppering my body. But then again, I had never seen myself after sex that was that good.

I opened the door and Alex was right there again to scoop me up and carry me back to bed. This time I didn't question, and I certainly didn't question as Alex put me down and then climbed in with me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close.