She began to move her hips, undulating against his hand, finding a rhythm that she liked. Her pussy was hot against his hand. He loved that she was so wet, so fucking ready for him. He pressed another finger into her slick passage to join the first one, stretching her, making her ready to take his cock.

“John.” His name fell from her lips like a plea and he didn’t disappoint her. He worked his fingers in and out of her core. He felt her inner muscles quivering around him, felt the tension thrumming through her.

He leaned forward, captured one pert nipple in his mouth and bit down gently. Topaz threw back her head and screamed, her hips pumping frantically against his hand.

He pressed his thumb firmly against her clit and thrust his fingers deep. Her pussy clamped down hard around him as spasms shook her. She cried out again, riding out the storm. John wanted nothing more than to lift her onto his cock and fuck her, but held back. He was in this for the long haul, not just for a one-night stand. He had a strategy and he was going to stick with it, even if it killed him.

And he wasn’t sure it wouldn’t.

His balls ached as they never had before and the tip of his cock was leaking constantly now. It wouldn’t take much to shove him over the edge, but he wanted Topaz to find as much pleasure as possible, needed to show her what it could be like between them before he came.

When she finally collapsed against his chest, he caught her and nestled her head on his shoulder. She fit there perfectly and felt incredibly right.

Her damp, hot mound was pressed against his shaft and John found himself naming countries and world leaders just to get his mind off the bundle of soft, hot woman snuggled against him. But he wouldn’t change this moment for anything. Having her in his arms and knowing he’d satisfied her was perfect.

Topaz felt sated and relaxed. John’s body radiated more than enough heat to keep her warm, even though there was a slight chill to the air. The orgasm she’d just had was off-the-charts amazing. As she recovered and got more of her wits about her, she realized that every muscle in John’s body was tense. His cock flexed against her mound and she felt a stirring deep within her once again.

John had given her an amazing experience and she planned on returning the favor.

Topaz raised her head and smiled at him. A muscle twitched beneath his eye and his face appeared strained, but his eyes were soft and he smiled at her. “Feeling okay?” He brushed a short strand of hair off her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. The tender gesture made her heart ache.

“Perfect, thanks to you.” She used his chest as leverage to push herself to her feet.

“Hey, you don’t have to go anywhere.” He gave her butt cheeks a squeeze and she almost settled back onto his lap before she remembered her plan.

“I’m not going far,” she reassured him. She leaned down and plucked at the laces of his boots. “Help me take these off.”

John stacked one heel against the toe of his other boot and pushed. Topaz pulled and the boot came off. Then he did the other one. She pulled off his socks and then went for his jeans. “These next.”

His face looked hard and his body seemed even bigger as he raised his butt off the couch and shoved his jeans and briefs down his thighs. She tugged then down his legs until he was naked. She stood between his slightly spread rock-hard thighs and stared down at him.

His jaw was clenched and his hands were fisted by his sides. She could tell he was exerting an enormous amount of control over himself. But that was John. He had more self-control than any man she’d ever met. It could be maddening at times, but she also admired that about him.

As she studied him, his cock flexed, as if to remind her it was still there waiting for her. Thick slabs of muscle delineated his abs and his shoulders were impossibly wide. Even when he wasn’t moving there was a sense of coiled power about him, as though he could erupt into action at any given second.

Topaz licked her lips and slowly knelt in front of him.

John’s breathing deepened and the tension surrounding him kicked up another notch.

“Move forward.”

John moved so fast she almost fell back, but he caught her shoulders and kept her close. She grinned at his enthusiasm.

The bowl of strawberries and cream sat next to her on the table. She reached out and chose one that was covered in cream.

“Topaz.” His voice was strained and she couldn’t tell if he was warning her off or telling her to hurry.

She brought the cream-covered treat back to his cock and dragged it over the mushroom-shaped tip. He groaned and dug his fingers into the edge of the sofa. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Then you’ll like this even better,” she promised. Topaz circled the berry ‘round and ‘round the top of his shaft, leaving a trail of cream behind her. Watching him get more and more aroused was having a definite effect on her and before long her nipples ached and her core throbbed.

She’d never used food to seduce a man in her life, but she wanted to do this for John, to give him the same erotic experience he’d given her. He was different from any other man she’d ever met and he’d tapped into something deep and primal within her. She felt alive and desirable and powerful and brazen all at once.

She brought the strawberry back to the head of his cock and stroked it slowly over the slit, capturing some of the liquid seeping from the tip. “I wonder what that tastes like?” She raised the berry as if she was going to let him eat it, but at the last second popped it in her own mouth.

Sweet juice squirted in her mouth, mingled with the more musky, salty taste of John. “Mmm. Now that tastes delicious.”

“Tease,” he muttered. He caught her head between his large palms and brought her mouth close to his straining cock. Cream still coated the top and ran down the sides of his shaft.

“Can’t waste good cream.” She started low and swept her tongue up one side of his cock. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer. She laughed, knowing what he wanted and knowing she would give it to him.

“You’re killing me, babe.” He angled the head of his cock closer to her mouth in a silent demand.

She trailed her tongue over the tip, lapping off the thick cream. “Tasty.” John was practically vibrating now and she took pity on him, giving him what he wanted. Topaz opened her mouth and took his cock deep.

John groaned and swore and called her name, his thighs closing around her to keep her between his legs. Even when she was in control, John seemed to dominate. His sheer size and presence demanded it. She was even beginning to get used to it, to anticipate and enjoy it.

She dragged her tongue over his rigid shaft, feeling the heavy pulse beating within it. Her pussy contracted in response to his pleasure, feeding her own growing desire.

She sucked and licked and took him deep in her throat. She wanted him to come, to feel the same kind of satisfying completion that he’d given her. John was close and she knew it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge. The rim around the top of his cock was sensitive and she drew her tongue over it before she took as much of him as she could into her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard.

John knew he couldn’t hang on any longer. The sight of her kneeling between his legs with his cock in her mouth was more than he could take. He couldn’t believe she’d coated his dick with cream and licked it off. He’d never see strawberries and cream again without remembering this night.

He eased her head back and she reluctantly released him with a wet pop of her mouth. She frowned at him and he almost smiled. She was more than ready to have him come in her mouth. As much as he wanted that, he wanted to be inside her hot, wet pussy even more.

“Next time,” he promised as he stood and pulled her to her feet. He snagged his jeans and yanked out a condom he’d put there earlier in anticipation. It paid to be prepared. “This time I need to be inside you.”

She started to sit on the sofa, but he guided her around to the side of it. “No. Here. Lean down and rest your weight on the arm.” Topaz looked at him, her lips wet and moist, her eyes slightly glazed.

He almost came as he rolled on the damn condom. When it was in place, he moved in behind her. “Bend down, babe.” He placed his hand on her back and urged her forward.

He almost howled with pleasure when she put her hands on the arm of the sofa and pushed her sweet ass toward him. He used his legs to spread hers wider. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream with pleasure.”

He lined up his cock with her wet opening and plunged inside. Her cry was almost lost in the echo of his yell as the slick walls of her cunt closed around him. He drew back and pushed inward again. “More. Take all of me,” he hotly demanded. He plunged deeper this time and gritted his teeth to keep from coming.

God, she was tight. Her inner muscles gripped him like a vise. “Hold on tight,” he told her.

Her fingers tightened around the arm of the sofa and she tensed in anticipation of what he was about to do. He held her hips in his hands and began to fuck her. Hard. Her height made them fit perfectly together and he hammered his hips against her ass, loving the slap of his balls against her pussy.

“You’re so fucking tight and hot around my cock.” He pumped his hips against her, loving the way she stretched around him, taking all of him with each heavy thrust.

She was so fragile next to him, the line of her spine delicate. Her nape was exposed as she leaned forward and he wanted to kiss the sensitive spot and then nip at it with his teeth until he gave her a hickey that wouldn’t be noticeable when her hair covered it. Only she would know it was there, a tangible reminder of his possession of her.

He refrained from doing it. Just barely. Raw, primitive emotions coursed through him, egging him on, but he didn’t want to frighten her.

He slid one hand around to her front and found her clit with his finger. He rubbed the tiny bundle of nerves, urging her to come with him.

Topaz didn’t know how much more she could take. She felt completely overwhelmed by John and his claiming. His cock seemed to get bigger with each stroke. This position had his shaft hitting all her sweet spots with each stroke. Her grip on the arm of the sofa wasn’t enough to ground her and she felt adrift, lost in the tempest swirling around her.

A storm was brewing within her and it was only a matter of time before it broke. She was afraid that when it did, she would splinter into a thousand pieces and be unable to put herself back together again. John would have parts of her she would never be able to reclaim. It frightened and she began to panic.

Then John slid his finger across her clit, sending lightning bolts of pleasure zinging through her. Her body didn’t care what this might cost her. It reached for the promised orgasm, grasping it eagerly.

Her body exploded and her channel tightened around his cock. Spasms of pleasure rocked her to her core. John yelled and pumped several more times, his shaft swelling and flexing. He half collapsed on top of her, his arms banding around her waist to keep her from falling forward onto the arm of the sofa.

They both stood there panting hard, like two combatants in a war they’d both won. Topaz shivered as she became aware of the cool air and the slight twinges in her body. She felt as though she’d survived a hurricane and would never be the same again.

John slowly withdrew from her body and straightened behind her. She was afraid to look at him, afraid she’d lost part of herself to him. She’d never given up such control before, especially not to a man.

He didn’t say anything as he lifted her into his arms and she buried her face against his broad chest. He carried her to the bedroom, setting her down long enough to tug back the covers. He urged her to crawl onto the bed and when she was settled, he covered her quickly and went to the bathroom. The pipes rattled and groaned as he ran water. She could easily picture him standing in the ancient bathroom, cleaning himself off, running a cloth over his semi-aroused cock.

Topaz stared up at the ceiling, totally replete, yet unsatisfied. The sex was exceptional, the best she’d ever had, but something was missing. She was too tired to even consider what that might be. Her eyes drifted closed but shot open again when the covers were pulled off her and cool air rushed over her skin.