Our clothes laid in a messy pile on the floor at the foot of Jesse's bed. The dim lighting helped to relax away any fidgety nerves I may have had in anticipation of what was to come. As Jesse's body rested on top of mine, his mouth marking his territory across nearly every inch of my bare skin, I couldn't help thinking back to my first time and how vastly different everything had felt. Granted, my first time had been in a high school football locker room with Brad, and I vividly remembered having to come up with some excuse for my parents as to how I'd popped a disc in my back out of place. It turns out, fucking against a bunch of metal lockers was not as comfortable as actors made it look on T.V.

This was a totally different ballgame, though, and I was relishing in every single second. I was so happy, so content, so relaxed with Jesse – more so than I'd ever been before. It was as if everything had fallen perfectly into place, like the heavens had opened and waved a flashing sign in my face that I'd found the right man and that every aspect of being with him was, well, right.

Nothing was uncomfortable and he was so attentive. He took every opportunity to make sure I was still okay with every kiss, lick, and touch he was caressing my body with; and it meant the world to me that he'd taken the time to tell me he didn't expect anything from me and that he would understand if I didn't want to do everything right then. I wasn't used to the idea of a man openly stating something like that, which made Jesse all the more perfect in my eyes.

I regretted never calling him after he'd given me his card. I regretted every day of those three years that I hadn't had Jesse in my life. I regretted all the time we could've been together that I'd wasted. Precious time that couldn't be regained. How could I have been so stupid, I thought to myself.

"I'm sorry I never called after the flight," I blurted out as he was halfway down my stomach with a long line of kisses.

Jesse paused and cocked a brow. "What brought that up?"

I shook my head. "I just wish we'd had all this extra time together that we could've had if I'd just womaned up and given you a call. I did think about it. A lot. I should have just done it."

His confusion morphed into an amused smile and he moved to press a sultry kiss to my lips.

"Vanessa, I'm not worried about the time we could've had in the past," he said softly, staring deeply into my eyes like he was searching my soul, reading my every thought. "I can't dwell on the past or what could've been. There's no point. Yes, it would've been wonderful to have gotten to know each other earlier, but I have you now, and we're together and happy and... doing this... right now. And I'm perfectly content with the present."

I ran my finger through the back of his hair and smiled up at him. "And what about the future?"

He gave me a joking look as if to say "what future?" but I knew he was kidding. Then his expression became more serious.

"The future will be whatever we decide to make it, but right now, provided I don't annoy you too much, I really hope you see your future with me in it," he whispered.

I pulled him in as close as possible and plastered my lips against his in a passionate display that, for a moment, seemed like it would never end. I couldn't stop kissing him, couldn't get enough of him, couldn't be close enough to him... I needed more of everything, and I needed it again and again and again. This was entirely new territory for both my heart and my body, and I was equally as nervous as I was thrilled.

"I want you so much, Jesse," I moaned into his mouth when I felt the thick head of his cock between my thighs.

His lips curved against mine in a sweet smirk and he nipped at my bottom lip at the same time that he began to enter me. I gasped, half in immense pleasure, and half in shock at how much thicker he was than my ex. Jesse seemed to understand this without me having to communicate it, and he kept a slow rhythm going long enough for me to get used to the way he felt inside me.

I started to move against his body in what became a perfect harmony between us. It was something so natural, so meant to be, so beautiful that I could feel tears brimming.

There was nearly no sound except for our uneven panting, the soft slapping of our skin making contact, and a slight squeak in the bed. Jesse seemed to go deeper inside me with each thrust and I was convinced that nothing else in the world could ever feel so fucking good. If it were possible to fall in love with someone purely based on how good they fucked you, this would be a perfect example of that situation. I had no doubt that even if I didn't know Jesse at all and this was a one-night stand, I would be utterly infatuated with this man after the way he seduced me, drove my emotions up the wall, and then fucked me like nothing else mattered but the two of us in that moment. I couldn't get enough of him. I needed more. I had to have more.

"You feel so good," Jesse groaned into my ear in the sexiest voice I'd ever heard, and then proceeded to nibble on my earlobe and send icy shivers down my spine. "This feels so fucking good with you."

I was panting so hard, I thought I might pass out. He held my hands in his with our fingers laced and his mouth continued to work over the sensitive skin on my neck and collarbone while he prolonged his thrusting as best he could, waiting for me to tip over the edge before himself.

And I was just about there. One more deep push coupled with an erotic bite to my neck sent me flying over the cliff like a speeding bullet. A chorus of curses and satisfied noises left my lips as I came harder than I probably ever had before. Jesse followed immediately after with a couple manly, pleasured grunts in my ear, and much to my surprise and joy, he continued to thrust while he came, riding out our orgasms together in the sexiest way I'd ever experienced.

After the last bit of our energy was spent, Jesse released a heavy satisfied breath and flopped down on the bed beside me, his chest rising and falling quickly. We laid there in silence for a few minutes, both still trying to catch our breaths, and me trying to wrap my head around what had just happened between us.

Sex with Jesse was everything I'd hoped it would be and so much more. I'd had wonderful dreams about this man in which the sensations he'd made me feel had been so indescribable, I'd thought surely they were feelings only attainable in a dream setting. But real life Jesse had put the man in my dreams to shame, and I had absolutely nothing to complain about. In fact, I was so satisfied, I was sure I couldn't possibly have another orgasm... until Jesse decided he wasn't finished.

"You're absolutely incredible," Jesse said in a ragged breath as he rolled onto his side to look at me.

He propped himself up on his elbow and smiled down at me with an expression like he couldn't be more pleased. I feel the same way, and it was such a crazy, unfamiliar emotion, I wasn't sure how in the hell my brain would be able to process it.

I returned his smile with my own relaxed one. "This was really nice, Jesse."

A devious smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth and he leaned down to kiss my lips again.

"Was?" he teased against my mouth, softly nipping at my lower lip. "I think it still is nice. Very nice..."

And then I felt his skilled fingertips return to the aching wetness between my legs and my body responded before my brain could, lazily spreading my thighs to give him the access he wanted.

"Oh, god," I moaned when the pad of his thumb reached my throbbing clit.

He started rubbing his thumb in circles over the sensitive bud while two of his fingers worked wonders thrusting into my soaking pussy. He was enjoying driving me up the wall, taking turns giving me the fast, rough fingering I needed and then switching to a slower, sweeter caress each time I got close to the edge. No man had ever taken the time to pleasure me like Jesse was, and I knew if I wasn't careful, I'd never be able to get over this man if things didn't work out between us.

Was it possible to become sexually addicted to a person? Because it damn sure felt like I was on the fast track to that scenario.

"Jesse, please!" I begged in such a needy voice, I almost didn't recognize the sound.

Good God. This man was turning me into that girl who moans and screams like a porn star. And I was lapping up every bit of his influence.

"Please what?" he grinned devilishly, increasing his pace between my legs.

His piercing gaze as he watched me writhe in pleasure was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. His expression alone was nearly enough to give me an orgasm.

"Please make me come, Jesse!" I practically screamed and I was sure the occupant of the room beside us heard.

His grin widened and his fingers began to work faster and deeper inside me, an erotic wet noise eliciting from the motion. I shut my eyes tightly and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, bracing for the immense impact. And then it came.

A fireball of hot, delicious satisfaction erupted within the pit of my stomach and worked its way throughout my entire body, limb by limb, gasp after gasp. I could feel myself clench around Jesse's fingers and I knew he was enjoying every second of it. He didn't cease his wonderfully seductive touch either. He kept rubbing, kept fingering, kept driving my body absolutely insane until I was finished coming undone. And then, once my body relaxed again, Jesse slowly withdrew his hand and held my gaze while he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers clean. It was the hottest thing I think I'd ever witnessed.

"Feel better?" he smirked, pecking my lips. I could taste my arousal on his mouth.

Better? How 'bout on top of the world?! I felt amazing, indescribable. I'd never been so fucking high on sex. Before Jesse, I'd never known it was possible to climb this far up the mountain.

"That's the most tremendous understatement I may have ever heard," I mumbled a laugh and snuggled into his side.

Jesse slung a lazy arm over my torso and placed sweet, gentle kisses across my collarbone and shoulder.

"Today was the best day I've had in a long time, Vanessa," he said in the sincerest tone.

"Me, too."

Nothing else needed to be said. We were both as content as we could be, and it was heavenly. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep in his arms.

At some point in the night, I vaguely recalled Jesse carrying me back to my own room and placing me in my bed. He'd pulled the sheets over my naked body and tucked me in, leaving a loving kiss on my cheek before he left.

That was the best sleep I'd gotten in three years.