She is art.

And then I can’t think anymore because with a shift of her hips, she slides over my erection and I slip against her wetness. It’s a shallow connection but one that has me singed with powerful pleasure. I haven’t even gotten inside her and yet I’m about to collapse upon myself, like the star that eventually forms a black hole.

Jenna reaches down and grasps me at the base, slowly angling my erection so that I can enter her. I hold my breath, unable to feel anything else as her impossible heat and wetness envelop me.

She lets out a long sigh, then pauses, but I’m not all of the way in yet. I can’t wait another second. With a quick intake of breath, I grasp her hips and slide them forward, pushing myself into her.

She gasps, her eyes widening, and I hesitate. “Did I hurt you?”

She beams a smile as she opens her eyes. “No…not at all. You feel good, Wil. So good inside me.”

I need to move, but there’s a conundrum, because while I want to push forward toward that ultimate release, I also want it to last. Forever.

I want to lie here connected with Jenna, our heat multiplying, fusion adding to fusion, burning hotter and brighter for an eternity.

Slowly, Jenna rocks her hips against mine and a hiss slips out between my lips. The world moves in conjunction with those slim, round, feminine hips. She’s got me in her grasp with every bit as much force as a star’s gravity. And I’m sinking into her powerful, primal well.

Without realizing what I’m doing, my hands clasp around her hips, pushing her to move faster. I can’t get enough. But she gently puts a hand over mine and stops all movement. “Not too fast, Wil. Or this is going to be underwhelming.”

In my research, I’d read that often a man didn’t perform well his first time and that often that was due to climaxing too quickly. I slowly release my hold of her hips and she bends to kiss me. Her mouth opens over mine and I slip my tongue inside without a moment’s hesitation.

The thought of multiplying that connection to her consumes me. I wish there were other ways we could cleave to each other besides just these two. My hands travel around her back to reinforce that desire, holding her to me.

Her hips move again. I thread my fingers through her hair, holding her mouth to mine. She touches my chest, rubbing over my pectoral muscles, followed by my lateral muscles. Her hands are appreciative, reverential.

“You’re so gorgeous, Wil,” she breathes as she picks up the pace. I release her and she pulls away with a brilliant smile.

I can’t tear my eyes from her breasts. I bend forward and catch one of those pale pink nipples in my mouth. She like that, a lot. Her pace falters, and her breath jerks with startled irregularity.

“You are precious. Beautiful,” I murmur. My voice sounds strange. Heavier, thicker. I feel myself surge inside her along with that familiar climb to climax. Jenna feels it, too, responding with a long sigh.

She has not yet climaxed. With a purposeful quest, my fingers slip between her legs, right where we are joined, and I find her clitoris, like a pert, prominent button. She gives a little yelp of surprise but doesn’t stop moving. If anything, she moves faster.

So I rub her there, and everything shifts and changes again. She feels tighter around me with her own building excitement. And as I focus more on what I’m doing for her, I try to forget—at least just a little bit—what she is doing to me so that this will last longer. It’s an interesting challenge, attempting to find that balance, but Jenna is so soft and giving as she envelops me, cushions me. Surrounds me. Owns me.

She’s all-powerful. Like a goddess.

My goddess.

She stops moving her hips about a half minute before I come, so I drag her hips over mine and she tightens around me, gripping me with the rippling pulses of her own orgasm. Then she throws her head back and shouts.

We may have been heard, but I don’t care. Because right now, my entire world is her. There is no one else in it besides us.

And I’m finally coming, everything straining to an impossible apex. I go completely rigid under her and she keeps moving, but I can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think as my release shifts everything from unyielding tension to warm, haunting bliss.

I grab her hips and hold them still as I push into her as deep as I can go. Pure pleasure—more forceful than I’ve ever felt before—consumes me.

My eyes drift to hers and our gazes lock. And I’m not afraid anymore…to look into her soul, to connect with her on that level.

She leans forward, lying across my chest to kiss me. When our mouths connect, I roll us over so that we’re lying on our sides, facing each other. Then I smooth my hand over her silky hair, relishing the feel. I love the texture and wish I could do this all night and day. But it’s not all I wish I could do all night and day.

I swallow, my eyes drifting to the ceiling. Jenna’s sweaty body sticks to mine and suddenly we are cold and she’s shivering against me. I reach over and grab the extra blanket, pulling it over us. She’s cradled in the crook between my arm and my body, her head resting on my shoulder.

“Well…” she finally says. “That was amazing.” She shifts against me to look into my face. “You aren’t a virgin anymore. What did you think?”

I lick my lips. “It was good.”

She laughs, but I have no idea why.

“Just good, huh?”

I nod. “There’s no just about it. It was…not even comparable to anything I’ve ever experienced before.”

She ran a hand over my chest and smiled. “Okay…I’ll take it.”

I blink, not understanding what that means, but too relaxed to ask her to explain. My arm around her back tightens around her.

“William, I…I think I’m falling for you.”

I mull over her words, picturing several different scenarios—tripping over something, slipping off a cliff, frantic, terrified. My heartbeat speeds up. But she’s not. “You’re not falling. I’m holding on to you.”

She laughs again. Clearly, I haven’t understood her. But I don’t mind it when she laughs. At least I know that she’s not laughing at me. Or if she is, it’s not in a mocking, derogatory way.

“No, I meant that figuratively. I meant falling as in…falling in love.” I frown. She hesitates, scanning every inch of my face. I’m guessing that she’s trying to gauge my reaction. But that would be hard, since I don’t even know what my reaction is. She clears her throat and continues. “I mean—”