Early October. 2016

                 On Tuesday night, I arrived at Phoenix's apartment and let myself in, as he instructed I do when he text me. The scent of body wash and cologne drifted through the air and a moment after I'd walked inside, Phoenix appeared from the hallway, his hair damp and his chest bare.

All he wore was a pair of black slacks sitting low on his defined V line.

"Hey beautiful," he said, his gaze sweeping the emerald green dress I'd worn when he told me we have plans.

It was a satin material with bunching around the bust and it hugged my waist. It was a no under garments sort of dress and I felt even more exposed when he practically devoured me with his eyes.

"Fuck," he stood there, palming his jaw. "You look like you would feel so fucking good under my hands right now."

My stomach ended up in my throat. At the mention of his hands, I noted how big they were, strong, veins were prominent on the top of his wrist and trailing up his forearm. I was a huge fan of those veins.

"Maybe you'll find out tonight."

His jaw fluttered. "I do hope so."

The tension was thick between us, he wanted to touch me and I desperately wanted to touch him. His defined chest and shoulders looked soft and smooth, a canvas for my tongue.

"I was looking for a shirt," he finally said, still examining me as if I were art. "I'm meant to be putting more clothes on. Not taking them off."

"Do you want to take them off?"

His stare simmered with desire. "I want to slowly peel that dress off your body while you stand in front of the mirror and watch me kiss every single piece of skin I uncover as I go."

I was two seconds from physically crossing my legs.

He blew out a long breath, head tipped back as he made a slow turn back to the corridor. "I apologize. I just—"

"Don't apologize," I said, my voice tight. "I would tell you if I didn't like it."

He slid his hands into his pockets, watching me with a knowing smile. "Yeah. You would."

"We have plans tonight?"

"We do," he said, starting down the hall again, his ass was so firm and full, I watched it without an ounce of shame. "I'll finish getting dressed and we'll head off."

An hour later, Phoenix and I were pulling into the parking lot of a scenic walk on the border of town. It was dark but the footpath into the dense forest was illuminated with solar lights on either side.

When Phoenix opened the truck door for me, he took my hand and the chill night air struck. Immediately my body was covered in goosebumps. The warmth of the car heater tricked me into thinking it'd be bearable.

"Fuck, it's cold," Phoenix quickly went into the backseat of the car and pulled out a woolen knit blanket, draping it around my shoulders.

"I'm not trying to sound dull or rude but we're not seriously walking through the forest right now?"

He laughed, tucking me into his side as he locked the truck and we walked off. "Not quite. There is forest and some walking but you'll like it, I promise."

"I'm so overdressed," I said. "I didn't realize we were going to be outdoors."

"We won't be for much longer."

I looked up at him, his sharp jaw and long lashes. "So vague."

He smiled and I felt the effect of it rippling right through me. He was so beautiful, it made me wonder what someone like him was doing with me.

He was right, the walk wasn't long but I was shivering when we finally came to a clearing in the forest and found a big treehouse, elevated among the branches. It was the most enchanting thing I had ever seen.

It was glowing with solar lights, twinkling specks hung from trees, the wrap around porch had lanterns all over it and the windows were huge, allowing me to see the comforts inside.

"This is a tree house," I stated, in awe at how magical it was.

"It is."

Phoenix threaded his fingers through mine, his hand warm despite the chill. At the bottom of the treehouse, was a narrow staircase, Phoenix gestured me ahead, giving me a charming grin.

"You just want to stare at my butt," I said, going up the narrow wooden stairs, one hand on the railing, the other clutching the blanket around my shoulders.

"Of course I do," he said, his voice low. "It's a fantastic butt."

I laughed and put a little more swish into my hips. His throaty growl of approval erupted the bundle of nerves between my legs to come to life.

When we reached the porch, wide with outdoor furniture providing the perfect place to sit and watch the scenery, Phoenix stepped around me and opened the glass door to the treehouse. The warmth hit me first. It was toasty inside, a heat pump in the corner of the open plan room was droning.

"Phoenix," I hummed, looking around as he closed the door behind me. "This is beautiful."

Absentmindedly, I draped the blanket over the back of an L shaped sofa. There was no television but I assumed that would defeat the point of spending the night somewhere so nature based and private. Even if there was a television, I didn't imagine I would want to watch it.

There was a bed in the corner, the frame made of beautiful rich wood and sheer white curtains draping the head of it. A kitchen made up the far wall, a bathroom sat to our left and all of the walls were wooden with wide windows. Dozens and dozens of plants covered the shelves, hung from the ceiling, draped over pots, vining over the walls and beams. Mismatched framed photos of fairies and woodland creatures covered the walls.

The trees were right outside, we were surrounded by branches illuminated with twinkling lights, as if we lived in an enchanted garden, one that comes straight from the stories for children.

"I always imagined living in a place like this," I said, facing Phoenix who was watching me, a soft smile on his mouth. "Out in the forest."

He tilted his head and his eyes swept over me, slow and sensual, I could almost feel the touch of his adoration as he caressed each spot with his appreciation.

"How did I get so damn lucky?" He murmured.

"I called you my boyfriend today," I said, heat tingling my cheeks when his smile grew.

"You did?"

I nodded.

"Tell me about it," he said, sauntering toward me, his hands rested on my waist and I saw his breath catch. "I was right, you feel fucking outstanding to hold in this dress."

My heart pounded.

"You feel outstanding to hold all the time though."

"I cancelled my membership at the gym today," I focused on his mouth and tried not to crumble at his fingers travelling my hips and ass. "And I told the staff it was because my boyfriend and I work out in his apartment complex."

"I love how that sounds on your mouth."

"I liked how it sounded too."

He lifted his hand to my jaw and his thumb swiped my bottom lip before he leaned in and kissed it.

"You're making a lot of changes," he said, his mouth still hovering over mine, the warmth of his hand caressing my jaw. "How does it feel? To be moving forward and re establishing yourself."

"It feels good," I said, my entire body arching into his. "I got an interview for Lin Architects."

He leaned back, studying my face. "I'm so proud of you."

He kissed me, a soft kiss that spoke to me of his feelings, deep and sincere, so much more than simply lust. It was easier to forget about my own anxieties and reservations over our relationship when we were together like this.

"I'm going to cook dinner," Phoenix nuzzled his nose into my nape, trailing his lips up onto my forehead to give it a kiss. "I thought it'd be nice to spend a quiet night together before I leave. It'll be a while before I'm back."

He held my hand and I trailed along behind him to the kitchen, kicking off my heels once we stood at the kitchen counter. The fridge was stocked with food and beverages, the cupboards had snacks like popcorn, crackers and peanuts.

He toed off his own shoes and set about getting ingredients out of the fridge while I leaned against the bench top and watched.

The kitchen was simple enough, a counter top stretched across the wall with a deep white basin, an island with a stove top and bar stools on the other side, a fruit bowl and a standing rack of mismatched mugs.

Phoenix started setting ingredients on a cutting board, his gaze moving to me, over and over again. The fact that he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off me sent a thrill up my spine. Eventually, he leaned his strong hands on the lip of the bench.

"I can't focus, I can't. It's true what they say about men, we're just simple minded idiots."

"What's the problem?" I feigned innocence, pushing my chest out a little further. His gaze dropped to my cleavage, the satin fabric bunching around my bra less breasts. His teeth sunk into his lip and my core tightened.

He walked to me, his t-shirt sleeves were tight around his bicep, intent in his dark brown, beautifully framed gaze. Without warning, he bent down, holding my thighs and hoisted me onto the bench top. Air whooshed from my lungs as I grabbed his shoulders and hooked my legs around his waist.

His hands travelled my thighs as he leaned in and kissed me. It was soft to begin with, sensual, our lips touching but barely moving. I held onto his arms, his biceps, his shoulders, the feeling of his solid frame beneath my arms made me tremble and more so, I loved how he reacted to me.

Inching back, Phoenix looked at me as if he were entranced, in a daze, it was surreal that someone could be that impacted by me. He locked his gaze on mine as his hands moved to cup my nape and his thumb stroked my jaw.

The second kiss he went in for was hungrier, more passionate. His mouth collided with mine and our tongues met.

As we kissed, it became more frenzied, sloppy, so fucking hot. We couldn't get close enough, our hands pulled at each other, my legs wrapped tighter around him, he held harsh fistfuls of hair in his hand, the sensation was the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

He pulled my head back, exposing my throat to him and I moaned as his mouth and tongue made a wet path of messy kisses down to the clavicle of my chest.

My mind was going a million miles, and at the same time all I could think about was how much I wanted to appreciate him. Like really appreciate him. I wanted to be on my knees and I wanted to be closer and all of it was so overwhelming.

Phoenix spread one big hand out on my back, keeping me up while his other hand palmed my breast through the satin fabric.

Part of me went to that place, the one where I think about how things were before. Was our sex life incomparable? Would I disappoint him if I wasn't at the same place of comfort I'd learned to be in the last six years?

He stood between my thighs, grinding his hardening cock against me, "can I touch you, Kinsley?"

"Yes," it was almost a pleading pant. "Please."

We continued thrusting against each other, our clothes causing a barrier. "I just don't want to push you into something you're not ready for."

"I know," I ran my hands all over him, desperately touching and tugging and the comforting words he spoke to me, made me ache for him harder. "I know. You can touch me though. I want it. I want you."

He must've felt the need and desire radiating through me because he slipped the strap of my dress off my shoulder, the fabric tickling my skin and I spilled over the loose neckline.

Suddenly, with my breasts in front of him, I became aware of how light it was in here, how exposed I was. I didn't have enormous breasts. A handful I supposed. When I was seventeen a girl in the pool change rooms told me I had big nipples. I'd never been shy about my breasts until that morning.

There were a lot things I wasn't shy about until someone took it upon themselves to point it out.

I feigned confidence, doing my best not to think about how naked my chest was in front of Phoenix as he leaned down and took me into his mouth, throaty groans expressed his approval as his tongue flicked my nipple, lightly biting and teasing.

It was obvious he was enjoying himself, the noises he made and the way his hand on my back tightened, pinching and bruising.

The sensual pleasure that came from his mouth devouring me, chased off any reservations I had. The coil winding tight in my core left little room for thoughts of much else. Phoenix sucked on my tits like it was his last meal. It was rough but not painful and I was pretty sure I could come just like this.

The breast that he wasn't sucking, he pinched with his large calloused hand. All of it felt like an explosion of sensation and I was whimpering, panting and pushing my pussy against his crotch when he finally stood up right and hoisted me into his arms.

As he walked over to the bed, he continued kissing and nipping and biting at me. My breasts, collar bone, throat. Tasting whatever he could until he dropped me onto the bed. Standing above me, he looked like art, imaginative fiction. The sort of beautiful that can't possibly be real. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his defined chest to me, a light sprinkle of dark hairs on his firm pecs.

He went for his belt next. I leaned up on my elbows because something about the way he watched me while he undid that belt and slid it out of the loops with a little whip at the end, made me so fucking delirious.

Kneeling and lowering himself between my legs, he slipped his hands underneath the dress and went to my hips, looking for the underwear I should be wearing. When he didn't find it, his stare turned practically ravenous and he dragged his finger over my clit.

"And I thought I was forward for bringing a condom," he said, lightly stroking my clit again. I writhed, gripping the bed sheets.

"Not wearing underwear was for the dress," I shifted, desperate for more of his touch. "But this works too."

"I'm going to eat your pussy now," he slapped my thighs, spreading them further apart as he crawled between them.

"Wait," a cold shock put pause to the over bearing heat I'd felt just moments earlier. "You don't have to do that."

Phoenix knelt between my legs, I tried to close my thighs, knowing that he could see my entire vagina bare to him. His stare fell somber, replacing the lust he'd worn while he touched me, worshipped me, painted me a vibrant shade of red with his tongue.

"Why wouldn't I want to do that?"

I'd ruined this entire thing. "You just. . . don't have to."

He rested his palms on his knees, a soft concern pinching his brow. "Baby, are you not comfortable with that?"

I sat up more, lifting the front of my dress so I could cover my breasts. "Did I like it before?"

"That's not the point. You're not comfortable with it now?"

"It's not that," I ran my hands over my face, letting them linger there for a moment so I could hide from his sincere sweet stare. How was I supposed to tell him that I've only been eaten out once by someone who didn't enjoy it and after that, I never liked having a mouth between my legs again.

I spent the entire time panicked that the giver isn't having a good time, or perhaps I smell or I don't taste good.

"Guys don't really like it, right?" I couldn't look at him, instead I pinched the satin fabric, rolling it between my fingers. "It's just a. . . favor."

Phoenix shifted closer on his knees and palmed my cheek. He leaned in, his lips brushing my jaw and moving to my ear. "It's a pleasure to eat your pussy, Kinsley," he whispered and I practically convulsed. "It's an honor. An experience that I can't get enough of. The taste of you on my tongue is my favorite fucking flavor. "

My heart beat was in a much lower place, spurring me back to life.

He sucked my ear lobe and kissed the spot below it. "But we don't do anything you don't want to tonight. Not one thing."

"You're not just saying you like it?" I breathed harder as he sucked on my throat, his large hand cradling my jaw and stroking my cheek with his thumb. "You actually enjoy it?"

"I promise. I fucking love it, baby. I love it when you come on my tongue."

My entire frame shook at his words. "Okay."

He leaned back enough to look at me. "I know you're feeling a little reserved baby. I want you to know that I cherish this. You. Being able to share this moment, I don't take it lightly. You're the reason I live and breathe. You're safe with me. There's not one part of your body I'm not in love with. There's not one thing on your body I haven't seen and absolutely adored."

Now I felt like I was going to cry for the girl who'd heard all of the awful things people had said about her body.

He kissed my mouth, biting my bottom lip. "I'm going to take your dress off now, is that all right?"

"Should we get the lights?"

He pushed my hair back, his finger tip tracing my jaw. "Trust me?"

As awful as I would usually feel about being naked in front of someone, I did trust him. He saw me, he looked at me, right at me and not just through me. He wasn't here just to have sex with me, he was here to love me and make me feel loved and I knew that he wasn't here to get much in return. I nodded, letting him bunch the bottom of the dress in his hands.

My heart thundered as he pulled it up my body and over my head, leaving me completely exposed. I wanted to cover up, to grab a pillow and hide the little rolls and bulges. Phoenix quickly stood, getting out of his jeans fast.

"Seems fair we're both naked," he said, coming back onto the bed, his cock hard and delicious between us. "You're so beautiful, Kinsley."

He kissed me and as he kissed me, he laid me back against the mattress. Settling between my legs, I could feel his length on my stomach, the bead of moisture from his tip, the hardness of his erection.

Moving his mouth down, he kissed a trail, starting at my jaw and moving to my throat, collar bone, breasts. He licked my nipple, bit it and blew on it, causing me to moan. "I love your breasts, I love how they fit in my hand, I love how you respond when I suck on your nipples."

He did it again, just to remind us both of how I whimpered when he sucked them hard between his teeth.

He went lower, his mouth pressing light kisses on my stomach and hips, places where my stretch marks were most prominent. The lines were white, faded over time but still a sore point. With his sights set upon me, he ran his tongue over them, tracing the tracks, meeting each end with a soft kiss.

"You're a work of art, Kins," he murmured his breath fanning my damp skin, making me shudder. I looked down at his firm shoulders, his arms on either side of me. He was the work of art. No doubt about that.

He went to the birth mark on my hip, a patch of red, like a sun burst, he kissed that too. He kissed the scar on my thigh, the one I got when I fell off a ladder in high school. He kissed the stretch marks on my thighs.

He kissed the parts of me I hated most, the parts I'd agonized over in the mirror. The squish of my stomach and the thickness of my thighs and the handles on my hips. He devoted himself to each inch of my skin and made me feel like he genuinely adored it all. He told me over and over again how hot he was for me as he looked and saw the parts I'd considered flaws for the longest time.

Finally, his tongue slid in between my legs, going higher and higher until I felt his breath on my core.

"Tell me what you want me to kiss next, baby."

He wanted to hear me say it. He wanted me to want it.

"Eat me out, Phoenix," I exhaled a breath, feeling warmth in my cheeks that I desperately wanted to overcome. "Lick me, there."

"Where?"

"My pussy."

I looked down to see the gleam in his eyes, the true excitement. He followed that mischievous smile with a lap of his tongue, licking the most sensitive part of me so that I gasped and arched off the mattress.

He did it again, lapping his tongue from top to bottom, the gentle flicks right over my clit made the pressure in my core tighten. My entire body felt the heat reaching boiling point. His mouth pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

With his hands holding my thighs so hard, I was sure I'd end up with finger shaped bruises, he said, "Hands in my hair, baby."

I did what he said, uncurling my fists from the bed spread and putting them in his soft brown waves. He must have liked that because he groaned and it vibrated against my center. The harder I pulled, the more ravenous he became.

He found that spot, that one that knocked the air straight out of me, my head thrown back gasping for release. "Right there," I panted, my screams cutting off into silent cries as he focused himself on licking my clit and not deviating from that place. "Yes, there. Right there. Oh, fuck, don't stop."

As my orgasm crashed over me, like waves, pushing and pulling me, throwing me down and bringing me back up. I writhed, thrashed, whimpered as I came back down from the highest high I've ever felt. In all of that euphoric pleasure, being modest was forgotten. I wanted Phoenix's naked frame on mine. I felt like being the filthiest woman I could be. I wanted to do terrible things and I wanted Phoenix to do them with me.

As he took his mouth off me, I recalled that I had a bag of condoms I was supposed to bring. But Phoenix picked up his jeans, reached into the pocket and pulled one out. He tore the packet open with his mouth and spat out the corner, watching me the entire time.

I was still restless with the need to be his own little slut. I really didn't recognize myself or this level of desire I'd unlocked but I didn't care. I was insatiable. He rolled the condom on and settled between my legs.

"How was that?" He asked, kissing me, the taste on his tongue wasn't so bad.

"I loved it."

He grinned, rubbing the head of his cock over my slick entrance. "I did too."

With that, he thrust inside of me. His strong arms kept his weight off me on either side and he watched me with hunger, need, undoing and something I was afraid to name but it was too obvious not to notice. He pumped his hips, slamming into me, my legs hooked around his waist.

Reaching back, he grabbed my leg under the knee and pushed it so it was back against my chest, allowing him to go deeper. I moaned, doing my best not to be too loud. I didn't have the sexiest voice for moaning. Phoenix pulled out to the tip, slow and then he slammed back in.

"Don't be quiet," he said, his voice strained, a man on the edge. "Let me hear it."

Sliding out, and slamming back in, I let go, loud and unapologetic.

"Fuck yes," Phoenix growled and let go of his restraints, pumping into me fast and wild.

With a quick shift, he sat up, kneeling and put my legs over his shoulders. I cried out at the angle, the depth and the way he licked his thumb and started rubbing my clit while he slammed inside of me. Thrusting hard and animalistic, his body glimmered with sweat, the look of it making me wild. My hands went to my breasts, pinching my nipples.

"Phoenix," I cried, feeling the release creeping closer, clawing through my bloodstream, looking for that bundle of nerves to let it go.

"Fuck, again. Please baby, you sound so good screaming my name. I've missed it so damn much."

He sped up and I cried out. "Phoenix, I'm about to come."

"Come baby," he ordered, his fingers working frenzied on my clit as he pumped harder and harder, never slowing his pace. My nerves were bursting into flames.

"Come hard for me, don't hold back, let it go, baby."

I did, relaxing into it, I came so hard I felt warm liquid going all over me and with a startled shock, I lifted my head to see Phoenix still rubbing my clit, watching this fucking mess I was making.

Did I just. . . piss? "What the f—"

"It's good, it's good," Phoenix panted. "You squirt sometimes. I love it."

I stared, startled but sort of aroused as Phoenix racked with a violent shudder and filled me to the hilt, groaning as he came, still on his knees, hands on my legs. He rolled his hips and I watched his parted lips, admiring perhaps the most beautiful man I've ever seen come completely undone inside of me.

He took deep breaths, his chiseled torso rising and falling.

Finally, he looked at me, his brow drenched in sweat, his sex slacked stare lifted in a tired smile.

"Fuck, I hope that was as good for you as it was for me. I'm a bit ashamed to admit I got carried away."

I had a feeling it was much better for me. I smiled, ignoring the absolute mess I made. "Well, it's been a night to learn new things about myself."

He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and gave a low tired chuckle. "Yeah, that's not even the half of it."