My name is Amber, I’m a single thirty-six-year-old who had recently moved to the city. Finding work was difficult, After a couple of months, my savings had dwindled and I was nearly giving up hope, I needed a job and this ad caught my eye for bar staff. It fitted well, as it was evening work, leaving me free to enjoy my days how I pleased. I got the job. I was now in my sixth month. However, since working at the bar, it had escalated my sexual desires to the maximum, and I couldn’t stop it.

My mind was constantly full of rude thoughts, and my body charged, with so much pent-up sexual frustration it was unbearable. I was like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode. I hid it by playfully flirting with the punters and my colleagues. But that's all it ever amounted to. My bed was always empty and had been that way for well over a year, despite my strong urges.

The reason behind my frustration began six months ago, when I first met my boss, soon after entering the bar. While I waited for my interview, sat at the bar sipping a glass of wine, I saw him approaching. I am instantly frozen. Taken aback by him, I nearly fall off my stool. How his body moved, with such fluidity and power, he oozed sexiness and I found my heart racing as he drew closer.

My eyes watched his legs, his powerful strides, how the fabric moved with him, the slight swaying at his crotch, that I knew was his length swaying as it moved within. Shaking his firm hand, I revel in the feeling, while watching his body move, the heat from him along with his scent had me so moist, that I had to fidget slightly as I got to my feet.

My chest heaving, lifting my bosom towards him as we stood for a moment. Leading me to a table, he ordered us both a drink, I was clutching an empty glass, blissfully unaware, as he had me so flustered and disoriented. He had a whisky and had refilled my glass with red wine.

As he sat across the rickety table, asking me questions, with the soft sound of the music playing around us, the dim lights from the bar, and the smell of his cologne, I was hooked. Watching his lips as he spoke, not hearing his words as I felt myself lost in a daze, thinking about kissing him.

Lewis, a single twenty-four-year-old, tease, with his tight dark curls, longing to have me pull them. His body was fresh and tight, begging me to lick it. I watch his lips moving, imagining kissing them, biting his lip before pushing my tongue deep into his mouth to taste and feel his breath. I answer his questions, but all the while my head is swimming in thoughts, not listening, as I am imagining his naked body.

What his young body looked like, as his white cotton shirt teased me. With the faint shadows of his nipples, with tiny black hairs poking from the button holes nearing them. My eyes imagine how many more he had grown. Were they smothering his chest like a soft blanket, or just a handful of newly grown curls? He was hot and made me so wet as I sat there.

Crossing my legs to suppress the tingling building inside my core, I take a large gulp of my wine, hoping he didn’t notice. Not wanting him to think I was a heavy drinker, despite that being true, I did like my wine. Seeing him look at me, his eyes so innocent, unaware I imagined his body tangled with mine as I enjoyed every inch of him. Trying to focus, I look at his face. He wanted to ask me another question.

“So, Mrs Knight, em… is there anything you wish to know?” His eyes looking into mine, his deep green pools, had me mesmerised for a moment. A long pause as I register his words.

“Oh no, it’s Miss, I’m not married.” I quickly correct him. A faint smile forms on my lips as I say it, keeping my eyes on his. Silently saying ‘I’m all yours’ as I bite my lip, looking down at my glass. Seeing him get flustered slightly, redness fills his cheeks, as he quickly writes something on the papers he had before him.

“I am single,” I add softly, in a low whisper. He fidgets again slightly before glancing up at me.

“Ah sorry… not sure,” he mumbled quietly.

“It’s fine.” Sliding my hand across the table, resting it over his, he jumps, quickly pulling his hand back in a startled manner.

“Yes, em...OK, so Miss Knight..."

“Amber,” I quickly add, correcting him again. Smiling I could see he was very nervous about me touching him. I smile to myself. This was going to be very interesting indeed.

His face was red as he finished the interview, the tension between us brewing. I could see he was very flushed. I tried to glimpse at the front of his trousers as he got up from the table, but he had the papers in front of him. Was he shielding something behind them? I watched him move away, his firm cheeks beating together beneath the fabric of his trousers, their shape filling them as he walked behind the bar, disappearing into the back out of sight.

He had given me the job, which was a shock to me, as I knew he could see my excitement as I sat there. I had found it impossible to hide the instant reaction I had when I saw him. It had taken me by surprise, too. Something has stirred inside me, deep in my core, fluttering like butterflies tickling my uterus, sending pulses through me, making my legs shake, as it grew stronger the longer he was near me.

Over the next few weeks, things went well. I had settled in and found my feet within the place. It was as though I had always been there. The other staff welcomed me and were all lovely too. Lewis didn’t work the bar much, only coming in occasionally to check things were ok. He normally remained in his office round the back of the bar. Despite him not always being around, I was still getting the naughty thoughts and desires for him. Whenever he came through, I instantly reacted, my heart skipping rapidly as my temperature rose, making my body tense as it started to pulse and twitch with excitement.

As a way of coping and also a distraction, I had made a mental list in my head, detailing all of my fantasies and desires, all centred around him and what erotic things I wanted to do with him. I couldn't help but daydream about him, imagining his hands touching every inch of my body, his lips on my skin, his hardness buried deep inside me.

I longed to make my feelings and desires known, terrified of what he might think, or worse, rejection. He knew I was a flirt, and seemed unfazed by my previous advances, dismissing them as a bit of fun, though they were very real. I disguised it by flirting with some of the other male staff, so it was a little less obvious.

They all saw it as part of my way, I guess. I always made sure I looked good when at work too, taking time to choose outfits and ensuring I looked appealing. All with the thought of what if, always hoping that one day, one day, he would show he wanted me too. It didn’t. He was very much a gentleman, professional, and always very sweet.

Now I’d been working at the bar for six months. Everyone was used to my sexed-up enthusiasm, thinking it was just my hyper-bubbly personality, skittish and wild, which yes, I am all of those. Little did they know just how deep my desires went. They'd be shocked if they truly knew what was going through my head regarding Lewis.

My thoughts certainly needed censoring as they were shameful, yet it helped me cope. My thinking was that I felt it would only ever remain exactly that, a fantasy in my head, never a reality. I was being ridiculous if I honestly thought my boss would cross that line and want me romantically.

However, my chance finally came when Lisa, our usual barmaid, called in sick. Lewis said he’d cover her, as no one else was available. I was beyond excited and nervous at the same time. The thought of having him inches from me all night, working so closely together, made my heart race and my insides stir at the thought. Trying to focus on my work, but my gaze kept drifting over to him, admiring the way he moved, talked to the customers, how he laughed.

I could feel my body radiating heat as my mind wondered, and I was sure he could tell how much I wanted him. I just couldn’t get the lucid thoughts of him from my mind. I wanted him so badly, that my body ached all over.

As the night wore on, and the last customer finally left, I lingered behind the bar, helping Lewis clean up. I did not know what I was doing, but I felt determined to make my move. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves and racing heart. I turned to face him. As he looked up at me, his dark green eyes meeting mine, my knees almost gave out.

"Hey, listen," my voice barely a whisper, as I hold myself up with the bar, knowing I was shaking slightly.

"I wanted to... I mean, I've been meaning to tell you something." He cocked his head to the side, curiosity clear in his expression.

“Really?”

“I want yo... to help you.” I quickly change my words, panicking from his stare. I had lost my ability to think and form any meaningful words, my mind a blank. My cheeks flushed crimson, as I trail off, unable to keep his gaze. Lewis's expression turned thoughtful, and then he chuckled softly.

"You've been giving off some pretty strong vibes tonight." He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. "What do you want?"

His words sent a shiver down my spine.

Still unable to speak, I stare at him, all my urges suddenly flooding my body like an avalanche, making me unable to speak, as I feel my nipples harden, poking through the fabric of my top. I watch as his eyes notice, my breathing rapid, as I can feel the air change around us. As though it was charging and building its power, ready to strike.

His eyes move back to mine. This time they looked different, no longer soft. He had a hunger in them, making me bite my lip and take a deep breath. Watching him in disbelief, as he seemed pleased by my advances through the night, as if I’d entertained him.

"Come on. Let's see where this goes," he had a glint in his eye, a spark, which made my insides flutter frantically, swallowing hard. I realised he was propositioning me.

Taking my hand, and leading me around the counter, he laughed as he pulled me behind him. As we moved away from the bar, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement exhilaration and fear all at once. We made our way to his small office at the back of the bar, and as soon as the door was closed behind us, he pinned me against it. His body pressed against mine, his lips found mine in a hungry, demanding kiss, and I felt my resolve melting away as I surrendered to his touch. His hands slid all over me, as his lips moved with them, pushing him back, the sudden rush of lust and desire filling my every thought, the longing for this moment.

Seeing the hunger on his face, the bulging in his trousers, knowing this was it. I push off my skirt and knickers, quickly followed by my top. My naked swells now before him, my nipples hard from my arousal. I stand watching him. He pushes his trousers down. They were at his ankles. I’m left stunned for a moment, seeing his huge erection. Having spent many hours imagining what his penis looked like, and how he would use it to pleasure me.

I am left staring, marvelling at how large and wide he is. Certainly much nicer than I had imagined, watching him twitch, how his end swayed proudly as if it knew what was going to happen.

Seeing my breasts lifting naked before him. He moves forward. Lifting me, wrapping my legs around his waist, I could feel his hardness pressing against my centre. My dampness was coating his end as it pressed against me. His lips pressed into me hard as I moaned into his kiss, arching my back as he lowered me down onto his waiting hardness, filling me up in one long, deep stroke. Making me gasp as it took my breath away.

Pushing me against the door with the power of his movements, he began thrusting into me with a roughness that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me with his rhythm, and I could feel the desperation building inside me as my need for him grew.

Growling as he pulled back, he beckons me to lie down. Moving to the floor, on my back, as he lowers over me, I scratch my nails down his back as he lifts my ankles onto his shoulders. He was pumping deeper, harder. As my body writhed beneath him, his pace quickened. He growled low in his throat as he lost control, pounding into me repeatedly.

My breath came in quick gasps as the pleasure rose to a fever pitch, and then suddenly, impossibly, it crashed over me in a wave of bliss. My muscles spasm around him, and I cry out as my orgasm shakes through my very core. Lewis followed close behind, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he reached his peak. His grip on me tightened, and he growled out another rough moan as his hips bucked violently, filling me with his hot seed. He collapses on top of me, panting heavily, his weight pressing down on my aching body.

After a moment, he pulled out, his erection slipping free from my slick folds, as he knelt back, leaning against the wall. Catching his breath, he looks down at me. I felt a rush of warmth spread through my body as I looked up at him, my chest still heaving from our lovemaking. His eyes met mine, and there was a look of surprise and contentment there as if he hadn't expected this intensity between us. He reaches out, running a finger down my cheek, wiping away a stray strand of hair.

"That was... unbelievable," he gasped in between breaths.

The smell of our passion lingered in the air, making the room feel almost intimate, although we were still in his cramped little office. I couldn't help but wonder what this meant for us. Was this a one-time thing, or had we just crossed some invisible line that would change everything? Lewis seemed to wrestle with the same thoughts, his expression a mix of emotions as he looked down at me.

"I don't know what to say," he finally admitted, his voice still rough from exertion. "I mean... I never expected this to happen."

I couldn't help but feel a blush creep up my cheeks as I looked back at him.

"Neither did I," I lied, reaching out to run my fingers through his hair.

His skin was warm beneath my touch, and it felt so right to touch him like this, without fear or hesitation. Lewis smiles down at me, a small, tentative expression that makes my heart skip a beat.

"Do you want more?" he asked. "Or...you… want to... forget about it?"

I considered his words for a moment, unsure if he meant more now, or as in the future. Without a word, he grabs me by my waist and lifts me onto his desk, burying his face in my neck as he thrusts into me once more. Grinding his hips against mine. The friction between us was almost unbearable.

I arched my back, digging my nails into his arms as I felt myself lose control. He paused for a moment, looking at me with eyes that were both wild and intensely focused. Then, with a growl, he thrusts into me, his movements urgent and demanding.

I cry out, my body responding to his touch as if it had been waiting for this moment for years. The pleasure was so intense that it bordered on pain, and with each thrust, I felt myself growing closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

Finally, with a shout that echoed through the small office, I came, my body bucking wildly beneath him. He followed close behind, his grip on my hips tightening as he emptied himself into me. Our breath came in fast, our chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath. When at last he pulls out of me, I collapse back onto the desk, spent and satisfied. He leans down, kissing my forehead, my cheek, my lips.

"That was wild," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion.

I didn't answer him. All I knew was that in this moment, with him, I was finally, truly alive.

We move to the floor and lay together in a tangle of limbs, our sweat-slicked skin sticking to each other. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His eyes were soft and warm, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"I’m a bad boss," he said, tracing a finger along the line of my jaw, moving his finger down my chest to my nipple, circling it, the feeling sending little shudders through my body to my toes.

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat. We lay there, lost in each other's gazes. The world faded away, leaving only the two of us and the connection that bound us together. I knew we couldn't go back to being like we were, not after this. I felt a sense of peace wash over me. For the first time in a long time, I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be. With him, that was until he shattered the moment.

“I think, maybe we shouldn’t let this happen again,” he added quietly.

Despite his words, I knew he wanted more. As we lay there in the small, cramped office, the air around us heavy with the unspoken understanding that something had shifted between us, I felt a sense of hope and anticipation well up inside me. A sadness swept over me as I got myself dressed, not wanting the moment to end. After what he said, I was unsure if he had wanted a one-time thing, or if he wanted more. I clung to the hope that this would happen again.

As I drove home, my thoughts kept returning to the events of the evening. I couldn't shake the memory of his touch, the taste of his lips on mine. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But I couldn't bring myself to regret it. Maybe because I'd wanted something more between us for so long, I’d hoped for more. When I finally arrived at my apartment, I collapsed onto my bed, exhaustion washing over me in a warm wave.

My dreams were filled with images of Lewis and me, our bodies tangled together in the moonlight, our lips locked in a passionate embrace. In the hazy space between sleeping and dreaming, I couldn't help but wonder where this newfound connection would take us. Would we be able to balance our lives at the bar with this new intimacy? Or would it all come crashing down around us, like a house of cards in a hurricane? Only time will tell.

The next morning, I woke to the sound of my alarm clock, my body tangled in the sheets. I rolled over, squinting at the harsh glow of the digital numbers, and then remembered everything that had happened the night before. My heart raced at the thought of seeing Lewis later that evening, of what might happen between us. My shift was to start at 5 pm.

As I climbed out of bed and began my morning routine, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. Throughout the day, I checked the clock, waiting for when I could leave and head back to the bar.

When the time finally came, I grabbed my things and hurried off, my mind already on the encounter that awaited me. As I stepped through the familiar doors of the bar and made my way to his office, my heart raced.

The moment I saw him standing there by the window, I knew everything had changed.

As he turned and saw me, my heart skipped as though it was dancing, making my stomach flutter as the tingling in my groin returned. The air between us instantly filled with an invisible electricity. We were both feeling the same way.

Lewis looks at me. The look in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. It was a look of desire and longing, of need. Without a word, he crossed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms, his lips finding mine in a hungry, passionate kiss. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in each other, our bodies moving together in a dance that felt both exciting and new. When we finally parted for air, I looked up at him, my chest heaving from our embrace.

"I don't know what's happening between us,"

He whispers, his voice rough with emotion. "But I don't want it to stop."

I could only nod in agreement, my heart racing with the same intensity as his. The air between us filled with the possibility of something more, something deeper, and we both knew that we were on the brink of something extraordinary. Wanted nothing more than to tear off our clothes and let our bodies join in a rhythmic dance of sweat and passion, though we resisted, the bar was open and busy.

We continued the shift together. The new dynamic between us was very clear. My colleagues could sense the shift in our energy, the electricity that seemed to flow between us whenever we were close. I feel a sense of power and intimacy that I had never experienced before. In the quiet moments when the bar was empty and we had a moment to ourselves, we would steal glances at each other, our eyes meeting over the shoulders of customers or across the length of the bar. The looks we exchanged were filled with promise and desire. We were both just as caught up in this newfound connection as the other.

As the days went by, our connection only seemed to grow stronger, and more intense. We found excuses to be near each other, to touch and tease and whisper words of encouragement in each other's ears. It was as if we were two stars orbiting each other, drawn together by an unseen force that we could not resist. Yet we tried to fight it, to resist the pull that was so strong between us. Trying to hold back a repeat of our passionate exchange, which was now two weeks ago.

One night, as we found ourselves alone in the bar once more, the tension between us reached a breaking point. I could feel the heat emanating from his body and could hear his laboured breathing as he struggled to contain himself. I resisted the urge, trying my hardest to withhold my desire to let him take me however he wanted. As we made our way to our cars, I couldn't help but glance over at him, admiring the way his shoulders moved under his jacket, and the way his hair swayed slightly despite his tight curls.

He was so hot! The moonlight cascaded across the windows of our cars, illuminating the car park like a silver blanket, painting everything in an ethereal glow. I could feel the heat from my body, the adrenaline pumping through my veins, my heart racing uncontrollably. It had been such a long night at work, trying to resist his longing glances, the way he would undress me with his eyes, the way he would brush his hand against mine, just barely touching skin-on-skin.

I was tired of trying to be good, done denying myself the desire that I knew was there, bubbling just beneath the surface. I call him over, beckoning him with a single, seductive murmur. He is striding towards me through the darkness, his broad shoulders rolling with each step, his muscles tense with anticipation. He nods for me to climb into his car, which is just a small distance from mine. As I walk over, his eyes watching me.

I get into the back and before I can even blink; he has leaned in, his lips pressing against mine, his hands tangled in my hair as his fingers dig into my scalp. Our mouths and bodies became entwined as if we were the only two people left in existence.

The car rocked gently with each thrust, the leather seats creaking in protest beneath our weight. His breath hitched in his throat, his face contorted with pleasure as he gripped my hips, urging me to move harder against him.

Throwing my head back against the headrest, feeling the passion build inside of me, the need for release growing more urgent with each second. Then, with a groan that seemed to echo through the entire car park, he stiffened, his movements growing more desperate as he released, filling me with his warmth. Panting heavily, we clung to each other, our bodies pressed so tightly together that it felt as though we had become one. His lips found my neck, sucking softly, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"God, I needed that," he murmured into my ear, his voice raspy with desire.

And then, without another word, he scooped me up in his arms, carrying me out of the car and into the cold night air. I laughed breathlessly as he lowered me onto the bonnet, the sensation of the cold smooth metal against my bare back sending a shiver down my spine. Making my nipples harden and goosebumps rise all over my body, the chilly air making me shudder. Before I could ask what he was doing, he had me by the hips.

"Trust me," he whispers, his voice rough and demanding, with the cool metal of the car against my back as he positioned me against it, my legs spread wide. He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers,

"I'm going to make you feel so good, so fucking good." He was inside me again, his movements slow and methodical, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body.

The sound of our skin slapping together, and the feel of him moving inside me, all combined to create a sensation that left me lightheaded and aching for more. He grasps my hips firmly, guiding me against him with each thrust, his movements growing faster, harder. His breath came in short gasps as he lost control, his body tensing and then releasing as he found his release once more. He didn't stop, his hips slamming against mine, his length buried deep inside me. It felt like an eternity before he finally pulled out, his eyes glassy and dazed, his chest heaving.

He leaned against the car, his hands braced on either side of me, and watched as I caught my breath, my chest rising and falling rapidly. I could feel the heat burning from his body, the strength in his arms, the power he held over me. It was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but crave more.

"Again," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. "Please."

His answering smile was predatory, satisfied. He reached for me once more, pulling me against his body, his hard length pressed against my entrance. With a groan, he thrusts forward, filling me, claiming me as his own once more. This time, his movements were rougher, harder, his grip on my hips unyielding. I cry out, arching my back into him, feeling the pressure building inside me, the need to come growing more intense with each passing second.

His thrusts grew faster, harder, his breath coming in hard pants as he neared his climax. I could feel it building inside me too, the pleasure coiling tight in my core, ready to explode. With a final, punishing thrust, he let go, his body tensing as he released himself into me, his hot seed spilling over my inner walls. His muscles quivered, his breath rasping in and out of his lungs as he fought to catch his breath. Finally, he pulled out, his gaze never leaving mine as he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

"I can't get enough of you." He breathed into my heaving chest as it rose and fell rapidly.

I smile up at him, feeling the weight of his words, the truth behind them. And even though my body ached and my mind was fuzzy with desire, I knew I couldn't wait for the next time he would claim me, make me his, in the dark of night. He helped me to my feet, and I stood there, naked and exposed in the cool air of the car park. But I didn't feel vulnerable or uncomfortable. I felt powerful, wanted, desired, and incredibly sexy. Unfazed by my exposed body, I felt proud that he could see me, and touch me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, and I leaned into him, inhaling his familiar scent.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he murmured, his voice rough with worry.

I nod against his chest, feeling a shiver run through me at the thought of what we'd just shared.

"I'm more than okay," I whisper. "I'm better than I've ever been," he pulled back, his gaze searching mine as if he needed to be sure I was telling the truth. Without another word, he bent his head and kissed me, his lips soft and demanding at once. I wrapped my arms around his neck, returning his kiss with equal lust, feeling the tension between us build once more. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered,

"We need to get you inside."

Without waiting for a response, he scooped me up in his arms and placed me gently in the passenger seat, but didn't immediately move away. Instead, he leaned over, his hand tangled in my hair, and kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue dancing with mine as he explored every inch of my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the strength in his shoulders, the heat of his skin against mine.

As he pulled away, I could feel my heart racing, my body still aching for more of him. He glanced at me through the dark frame of his eyes, his expression unreadable.

"I want you," he whispered, before leaning in again to kiss me softly on the lips.

I couldn't help but shiver at his touch, my body responding instinctively to his every move. When he pulled away, I felt a pang of loss, but then he was back, his hand sliding down my waist to cup my hip, pulling me closer. His kiss deepened, his tongue dancing with mine, and I felt myself melting into him, losing myself at the moment. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless, my heart racing. He leaned back, his gaze locked on mine, and I felt a shiver of desire flood through me.

"Come home with me," he whispers, his voice rough with desire.

I nod, my throat too tight to speak, and he smiles, reaching out to brush a stray hair from my face. His touch sent a shiver through me, and I could feel the hunger rising inside me once more. As he started the car, I leaned back in my seat, relishing the warmth of the interior after being in the cool night air. He drove quickly, navigating the darkened streets with ease. The city seemed to blur past us, a constant stream of lights and movement. But all I could focus on was him, his strong profile illuminated by the dashboard lights, his hands steady on the wheel. The anticipation was almost unbearable as I waited for us to arrive at his home.

When he pulled up to the curb in front of a modern, stylish apartment building, he killed the engine and turned to look at me. His eyes were intense, almost predatory, as they roamed over my body.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" His voice was a low growl.

I nod, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Yes," I said, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart, still going wild from his earlier kiss.

He reached over, unbuckling my seatbelt, and then opening the car door. As he helped me out, I felt the cool night air brush against my bare skin, sending a shiver through me. I was still completely naked as he rushed me toward the entrance of the building, his grip firm, and possessive. It was nearly 2 am, so no one was around to see my exposed state. Once inside, he pressed the button for the elevator and then leaned against the wall, watching me as I took in our surroundings. The hallway was dimly lit, with modern art adorning the walls and a sleek, polished floor. It was a far cry from the dingy bar where we'd met. He let go of my hand and pulled his keys from his pocket. As the doors slid open, he gestured for me to enter and then followed me in, pressing the button for his floor.

The elevator was even more modern and luxurious than the rest of the building, with a sleek, mirrored interior and soft, soothing music playing in the background. The ride up seemed to take only a few seconds, and then the doors slid open to reveal a plush, tastefully decorated living room. He led me inside and over to a cosy-looking couch, where he lowered us both down onto the soft cushions. His lips found mine once more, his kiss urgent and demanding.

As he pushed me back against the sofa, I felt a new wave of desire course through me. I was ready for him. He kissed me slowly at first, his tongue tracing the contours of my lips, but then he grew more insistent, his hips grinding against mine as he sought release. I could feel the heat of his body, the strength in his arms, and it made me want to wrap myself around him and never let go. When he finally pulled away, he gazed down at me, his eyes dark and hungry.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said, running his fingers through my hair.

I shiver at his touch, my heart pounding in my chest. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear.

"And you taste even better." He reached down to unbutton his jeans, and in a smooth motion, he pushed them down along with his boxers, freeing his erection.

My breath caught in my throat as I saw him, so large and hard, and for a moment I was afraid. But then he was there, guiding me back onto my knees in front of him, his hands steadying me as I looked up at him.

"Take me." His voice was a low growl. "Show me how much you want this."

I swallow hard, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on my chest. I reached out and wrapped my hand around him, feeling the heat and the strength of him in my grasp. With shaking hands, I lower my mouth to his erection, taking him in, tasting him for the first time. He let out a groan, his hips bucking forward as he thrusts deeper into my mouth. I took him deeper, my throat tensing around him as I moved in rhythm with him.

His hands tangle in my hair, guiding me, urging me. And as I felt the first spurt of his release against my tongue, I knew that this was real, that he wanted me. He fills my mouth. The hot salty taste of his cum was incredible as I swallow it all, continuing to suck, as I could feel him pulsing more and more. Each suck makes him shudder and moan from the feeling.

When he finally finished his hips relaxed and his breathing slowed, he reached down and gently helped me to my feet. I stared into his piercing green eyes, mesmerised by them at that second. He kisses me tenderly, his lips soft against mine.

"Thank you," he whispers. "That was more than I could have asked for."

He led me over to the sofa and sat down beside me, pulling me into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin.

"I want you to stay the night," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to wake up with you in my arms." I nestle closer, pressing my cheek against his chest.

I could feel his heart racing just as fast as my own. He picked me up, walked to the bedroom, he carefully laid me on his bed. Laying with me, he pulls a soft blanket over us. As he nestled against me, I could feel the hard length of him pressing against my thigh. He kissed me tenderly once more before closing his eyes, and I knew that at this moment, I had found something real. As I drifted off to sleep, his arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me close. I knew I was safe. It felt right and for the first time in a long time, I felt truly happy.

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside. The sunlight streaming through the window cast a warm glow across the room. I found myself nestled against his chest, the soft blanket tangled around us. He stirred in his sleep, his arm moving to encircle me more tightly. I lay there for a moment, taking in the feel of his skin against mine, the rhythm of his breath, and the peace that filled the room. This felt like home like I belonged.

Gently, I slipped out of his embrace, careful not to wake him. I pad into the kitchen, still naked, and made us each a coffee. As it brewed, I surveyed the room, taking in the familiarity of it all. The framed pictures on the wall, the cushions on the sofa, the books on the shelf. Everything in this place felt like it was a part of him, and somehow, a part of me.

When the coffee was ready, I brought it back to the bedroom, carrying two steaming mugs. He stirs, then slowly opens his eyes.

"Good morning," I say, smiling.

He stretched, reaching out to take the coffee from me.

"Or should I say, good afternoon?" he said, taking a sip of his coffee. I smiled, sitting down next to him on the bed.

"It's still morning, but it's a lovely morning."

He continues sipping his coffee, watching me over the rim of the mug.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"I feel... wonderful." I meet his gaze. "Thank you for last night."

He reached out, tracing his finger along my lips.

"You don't have to thank me. I wanted this just as much as you did."

His eyes scanned my face. The smile on his made me feel warm inside. He’d fetched my clothes from his car, so I could get dressed. I took a long shower before pulling on my clothes. We spent the rest of the day together, exploring the city, and holding hands as we walked down the streets. People passing by would give us curious glances, but we paid them no mind. The warmth of his touch, the feel of his skin against mine. That was all that mattered. As the sun set, we found ourselves back at his place, sitting on the sofa, our fingers intertwined.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" he asked, looking at me with those intense green eyes.

"I can make us something."

"That sounds lovely." I leaned closer. "I'd like that very much."

He smiled. "I think I have some pasta in the fridge. Is that okay?"

I nod, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me.

This man, this amazing man who had swept me off my feet and now was going to cook for me. It was a simple gesture, but it felt so right. He stood up and prepared dinner, moving around the kitchen with ease and grace. I watched him from the living room, marvelling at the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin as he chopped vegetables and stirred the pot. Watching him cook was just very sexy. I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire well up inside me, and when he glanced over his shoulder at me, catching me staring, he smiled.

"Something wrong?" he asked, setting down the spoon.

"Oh, no," I replied quickly. "I was just..." I paused, "thinking how lucky I am to be here."

He walked over to where I was sitting and cradled my face in his hands.

"You're right," he said, his voice low and husky.

"You are very lucky. Because you see, the thing is, I'm just as lucky to have you here." He leaned in, pressing his lips against mine, and as our tongues tangled together, I knew that he truly meant every word.

When dinner was finally ready, we sat down together at the small table in the kitchen. The aroma of the pasta filling the air was intoxicating, and as we ate, we laughed and shared stories from our past. I felt an inexplicable bond forming between us as if we had known each other for years. He told me about his childhood in the countryside, about his family, and I hung on every word.

"And what about you?" he asked, reaching across the table to take my hand. "What brought you here, to this city?"

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts.

"Well," I began, "it's a long story, but I'll try to make it brief. You see, I always felt like something was missing from my life, some part of me I couldn't quite reach. I spent years trying to find it, trying to fill that void, but nothing ever seemed to work. I took a leap of faith and came here, to this city, to find myself."

He nodded, his expression sympathetic.

"And have you found what you were looking for?"

I hesitated for a moment, thinking of the night we'd met, of the passion and the connection we'd shared. How he took me that first night in the bar.

"I... I think I'm getting closer," I replied, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks.

"I'm understanding that maybe what I've been searching for was right in front of me all along."

He smiled, squeezing my hand.

"And what about us?" he asked softly. "Do you think I could be part of that?"

My heart swelled at the thought.

"Yes," I whisper. "I think you could be a big part of it."

A smile filled his face.