Fifty Minutes From Now
Lana tilts back her head and bellows out her pleasure. She cannot stop. She cannot be stopped. This orgasm riots through her like a crashing wave, and Bryan is right there with her, coming too.
*
Forty-Five Minutes From Now
Lana doesn’t think she has the energy to come this time. Her breathing is harsh and heavy. She feels as if she’s just come back from the moon. Her fingers twist into the soft, white cotton sheets as Bryan screws into her. His thrusts are wild now, barely controlled.
His hand finds its way between them. He begins to rub her clit. Not directly at first. She’s too sensitive to be touched there right now, and she’s glad Bryan realises this.
A moan leaps out of Lana’s throat. Pure pleasure. That warm feeling is pooling in the base of her stomach. Her excitement is expanding, expanding. Her back arches. Her entire body is pressed against Bryan now. She feels the burning heat of him.
He squeezes her clit more tightly now, and she’s going, going.
*
Thirty-Five Minutes From Now
He’s inside her now. After that crashing orgasm, Lana can’t believe there’s more. His prick is large, hot and hard. Feeling it inside her is like floating on air. She feels as if she is just inches from the heavens. Inches from infinite pleasure.
*
Twenty-Five Minutes From Now
Bryan lifts himself up, away from her. Lana pouts. She can’t help it. She wants to whimper her disappointment.
‘Wait, darling,’ he says. He speaks as if he knows what he’s doing. Lana’s instinct is to trust him.
He scooches down the bed. And buries his face between Lana’s legs. He finds the damp, blonde hair there. He’s careful with his tongue at first. He takes care of her. She feels cherished.
Her toes scrunch up. It feels so good to be served by him. But part of Lana wants more, wants things harder, faster.
She moans out noises of encouragement. He takes the hint. His mouth is passionate, divine. Just using his tongue and the warm, wetness of his mouth, he takes her to her first orgasm. Lana worries she’s cut herself, she bites down on her lip so hard.
*
Twenty Minutes From Now
Lana lies back on the heavenly, soft bed. Bryan is standing over her. He’s naked. Glowing. His blond skin shimmers with fresh sweat. He climbs onto the bed. On top of her. She can smell him now: masculine sweat, fresh air and his spicy cologne. Lana drags her hands over his well-muscled chest.
He’s perfect. Oh God, he’s perfect. Lana can’t tell if she’s saying the words out loud or merely thinking them.
He kisses her mouth. Softly, deeply. It’s as if he’s finding her for the first time, connecting with her like he never has before.
Lana wants to be naked. Her skin prickles with the heat. She doesn’t want to, but she has to push Bryan away.
‘What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing. Just this.’
She wrestles her way out of her camisole and knickers, throwing them to land somewhere in the corner of the room. Expertly, she takes off her bra without looking. Right now, she only has eyes for Bryan.
He smiles and climbs back on top of her now-naked form. His hand cups her small, peachy breast. He kisses it. Swirls his tongue around her nipple. Lana trembles with pleasure. Her stomach is liquid. Her long, coral-coloured fingernails dig into Bryan’s broad back.
*
Ten Minutes From Now
Lana can’t help smiling. She almost wants to laugh. She never does this. She has never done anything close to this before. Bringing a man home she hardly knows? It’s ridiculous behaviour, but it feels so right.
She closes the front door behind them and leads Bryan through the flat, to the kitchen.
‘Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? A glass of water?’
‘Water would be wonderful, thanks.’
She pours a glass of filtered water and hands it to him. As he sips, she appreciates the fullness of his pink lips and the intensity of his eyes. Never has she been stared at like this before. She wants it. She wants more.
Within seconds, the water glass is drained and forgotten on the counter.
‘Shall we head to the bedroom?’
*
Now
The coffee shop is crowded. Lana joins a gaggle-like queue. She watches the cake she wants to order, hoping that nobody takes the last slice before she gets to the head of the line.
Something hard and heavy jogs into the back of her.
‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,’ a man’s voice says.
Lana turns around to see the most handsome man she has ever seen. He is tall and muscular, with blondish-brown hair and green eyes. The way he’s pinning her with his gaze makes Lana’s skin tingle.
‘I’m Lana,’ she says awkwardly.
‘I’m Bryan.’
