"Ah, yeah," I breathed, eyes closing. "I love that you want me that much."
"I do," he replied. "I have since the first day I saw you."
He's a good man. Guilt shot through me but was swallowed by the more immediate urge to feel his naked body pressed to mine. I may have hated lying to good people, but I was no saint. The furnace in my belly was demanding, my core aching with need.
Taylor's ministrations remained measured and slow, rendering me breathless and so turned on, I trembled. My desire soon overcame my patience, and I pushed at his chest in complaint. "Taylor!"
He chuckled. "You've never broken a horse."
"Did you just call me a horse?" I opened my eyes to look at him quizzically.
"No." He was smiling. "The more time you take with a horse, the more rewarding the results."
I started to laugh and then stopped, realizing a near virgin was schooling me on sex. "We'll do it your way," I murmured. A thrill of exhilaration rippled through me. "Break me, Taylor." I grinned.
Lust flared in his gaze. His arms wrapped around me, and he kissed me hard and deep, until I was breathless and held up only by his embrace. Despite his intention to take it slow, Taylor appeared to be struggling.
The wicked side of me wanted to see him lose it. I rubbed his erection through his pants, nipped at his lips, and wriggled against him provocatively, pushing him closer and closer to what I craved.
Taylor responded by slowing his caresses, tapping his fingers against the mound of my pussy without touching the aching nub or dipping into my core. He licked and sucked on the peaks of my breasts and trailed kisses down my neck and back.
When at last he lost his pants and steered me towards the bed, I was close to panting, begging and barely able to walk. He laughed in response and pressed me onto my back, his kisses growing harder and more desperate.
I wriggled beneath him, moaning when his erection brushed the opening of my core. My hands went down his lean abdomen and around to his ass. I dug my fingernails into his cheeks. Taylor captured my mouth and entered me with the same slow control he used to tease every inch of my skin.
I arched beneath him, close to coming from the simple penetration. His dick filled me, stretched my sheath to capacity. Neither drunk sex nor sex with the man I was engaged to felt this incredible. Need and pleasure sizzled across every nerve ending and rippled through me as if this was the first time I had ever truly been aware when it came to sex.