He brushed his finger along her slit, spreading the moisture that had gathered there, reveling in the softness of her skin and flesh. Her body jolted at the intimate contact, and her eyes closed. An eager moan came from her parted lips and the sound made his cock twitch with delight.

Jay lowered his head and licked his tongue over the outer lips of her sex, tasting her warm dew.

“Jay!” Tara cried out, her back arching off the sheets.

“Easy, darlin’,” he murmured against her flesh. “Just relax now. I’ll take care of you.”

Then he was back, licking her, tasting her, caressing her. He loved her taste, the sweet-tangy aroma of her arousal that made every slide against her flesh smooth. As he moved higher to attend to her center of pleasure and lick the little bundle of nerves, she writhed underneath him. Her sounds of pleasure were music to his ears, filling him with male pride. He was the one making her feel this way, giving her this pleasure.

Tara rubbed herself against him, silently asking for more. He didn’t hesitate and drove a finger into her channel. Oh God, was she tight! He would split her in half with his cock, he was sure. But not even that thought could douse the desire to have her.

Maybe he’d been without a woman for too long, or maybe his need was so strong because he didn’t have to hold any of himself back. Tara didn’t know who he was. She didn’t have any designs on him, at least not as a potential husband. The situation they were in allowed him to be himself with her. It was ironic that by lying to her about his identity, he was able to show her his true self. And to let himself go and show her the kind of passion he was capable of.

Jay continued to lick and suck her, to finger fuck her slowly, stretching her for his cock, imagining how her interior muscles would squeeze him to completion. And with every second, his desire for her grew, and his cock became more impatient and eager to be inside her.

When he suddenly felt Tara tense, he doubled his efforts, licking her clit with more pressure, until she finally shuddered. Her muscles squeezed his finger and he stilled it, allowing her to ride out her orgasm, while he continued to slowly and tenderly lick over her throbbing center of pleasure.

When she stilled, he crawled up to her and looked at her face. She opened her eyes and looked at him without uttering a word. He brushed his fingers through her hair.

“I wanted to do that last night, but I think waiting made it even better for me,” he murmured.

A wicked smile curved her lips. “I bet we can make it even better.” Her hand moved down to his hip, then she touched his cock, making him hiss out a breath. “Let me feel you inside me.”

Jay didn’t lose time and retrieved a condom from the built-in nightstand. Impatiently he ripped open the package and rolled the latex over his erection. Good thing the condom would take away some of his sensitivity and assure that he’d last longer than three seconds once he was inside her.

When he faced her, she relaxed back into the sheets and looked up at him expectantly. He moved over her, settled between her welcoming thighs and nudged his cock at her entrance. Braced on his elbows and knees, he thrust forward, submerging himself in her wet heat.

“Fuck! You’re tight!”

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

He stilled, surprised by her words. Was she actually worried that he didn’t like it? How odd. “Sorry? Don’t be! It feels amazing. You feel amazing. Better than anything I’ve ever felt.” He pressed a tender kiss on her lips. “So don’t you be sorry for anything. You’re perfect in every way.”

Absolutely goddamn perfect! Better than any of the women he’d ever been out with. Because her reaction was honest and open. No pretense. No playing games. Just raw emotion. He could see it on her face now, see how her insecurity vanished slowly and made way for delight. She wanted to please him. Him, the man she thought to be a waiter and construction worker.

Locking eyes with her, Jay began to move, slowly withdrawing from her tight sheath, then plunging back in and seating himself to the hilt. And again.

“Perfect,” he told her and meant it.

Her muscles gripped him like a glove a size too small, and the pressure she exerted on his rod nearly robbed him of his control. But he didn’t want to let go yet, didn’t want to succumb to the pleasure that was so close now. Because it would mean severing the connection with Tara, and that was something he wasn’t ready to give up yet.

Their bodies moved in synch, in a perfect rhythm, as if they’d done this a million times, when he knew that first times could be awkward and even clumsy at times. None of that awkwardness was apparent now. Instead Tara seemed to anticipate his every move, just as he sensed what she needed from him. No frantic fucking, no race to the finish line, but a deep physical connection that brought their bodies to the boiling point.