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A distinctly undignified yelp escapes my mouth as she starts pulling at my clothes. For a moment, my jeans are entangled with my shoes, and I have to sit bare-assed on the floor undoing my laces, so I can finish pulling my jeans and boxers off. Inara stands over me, staring like she can’t quite believe what she’s seeing. I have news for her. I don’t quite believe it myself.

“For Christ’s sake.” Inara takes a deep breath, runs her hands over her face, and plops onto the bed. She regards me for a long, quiet moment. “Okay.”

My eyes narrow as I shift nervously from sitting to standing. “Okay, what?”

She gets slowly to her feet and I stiffen, prepared for her disappointment. I should be better at this, so why do I feel like a teenager again? Awkward and unsure.

I jump when Inara’s hand brushes mine and look up to meet her eyes. There’s no disgust, no anger, no derision. Her gaze is unwavering but there’s a hint of softness I’ve never seen before. She places her thumb on my chin to tilt my head forward the slightest bit. “Just breathe.”

Without thinking, I do. Breathing deep so that our chests rise and fall in tandem. The noise in my head and the doubts in my gut slide away, and it’s just me and Inara. The two of us. Alone. And before we go further, I take all of her in. I love her eyes, dark brown with hints of amber, pools I can get lost in. I want her so bad I can’t speak, even when she cups my cheek with her cool hand.

“Get out of your own head.” Gripping either side of my face, she pulls me down until our lips are a breath apart. “You’re here with me. Keep it that way.”

Inara steps back and keeps her gaze locked on to mine as she crosses her hands and slowly—inch by slow inch—lifts the hem of her shirt.

“Holy. Shit.”

She’s perfect. Extraordinary. Exquisite.

She grins and chews one corner of her lip, ever the temptress. Her bra is frilly and lilac, flimsy in ways I never would have guessed she likes, but also one of the most perfect pieces of clothing I’ve ever seen. She unlatches the front closure and slips the straps down until it falls away. Her breasts are round and heavy with dark areolae, and glistening silver metal bars bisect the nipples.

Fuck. Me.

My fingers twitch, and I want to taste her, to roll my tongue around her nipples. My cock is heavy between my legs and I wrap my arm around her slim waist, lifting her off her feet. Lowering Inara down to the bed, I undo her jeans and begin to work them down her hips inch by inch. Her panties match her discarded bra and I take a moment to fully appreciate the contrast of delicate sexuality with the eroticism of her piercings. If I hadn’t guessed it before, her nipple piercings would have been all the confirmation I needed. Sexually, she’s in an entirely different league than yours truly, and it’s a struggle to decide whether that’s a bad thing.

On one hand, she’s clearly more open-minded than I’ve ever been, both in the bedroom and outside of it. On the other, I have no fucking clue how to please a woman like her. And it’s not like I can check the Yelp reviews for something like this. My fear of letting her down is a cold lump in my gut.

She pulls me down on top of her and presses her lips to mine and for a moment, the whispering doubts in my mind go quiet. I’ve never tasted anything as sweet as her mouth. She’s warm honey and gingerbread, spice and sugar. My tongue delves deeper and for the first time, she moans, arching against me so that the hard points of her nipples slide across my chest. She trails eager fingers down the length of my body, across my hips, then down the sides of my thighs.

“What’s this?” she whispers, toying with the scar on my left leg in a delicious way that makes me wish my entire body was made of scars.

“Bullet wound,” I manage to say.

She pauses and then nips my lip. Her fingers move to the insides of my thighs and inch their way up until she can wrap her hands around my length. I shudder, bucking when she drags her thumb over the slit of my cock. Pre-cum soaks her skin and she rocks her thumb back and forth, bathing the rounded tip.

A low groan rips from my throat. I grip her hips as she kisses her way from my mouth to my chin. Her lips dance down the side of my neck, her teeth and tongue at war as she struggles to reach as much bare skin as possible. I lean in for another kiss and put my hand between her legs. God, she’s soft. And wet. And still. So still I can’t tell if she likes it or not, and I’m too embarrassed to admit that I have no idea what she likes. It’s like I’m a virgin all over again. A virgin without a clue. So, I wiggle my fingers around, pressing my thumb against her clit and flicking until Inara mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “Dios mío,” not quite under her breath.

Planting a hand against my shoulder, she shifts her weight and rolls me onto my back. Part of me is relieved to have her take the lead. Her weight is a delicious pressure against my aching cock and her breasts sway just out of reach of my mouth. Unable to help myself, I lean forward and capture one of her nipples gently between my teeth.

Inara gasps, her fists clenching in the sheets next to my head. I glance up the length of her body but can’t quite read her expression. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

With her piercing I should have considered the possibility before putting teeth on her, but I was acting purely out of instinct.

“No.” She giggles and grabs the back of my head to hold me against her. I nuzzle her breasts with teeth and tongue, and she shudders helplessly above me. Oh, for the love of God, she’s so hot. The faint taste of steel is overridden by the richness of her skin, and I growl against her flesh until goosebumps dance across her body.

She reaches across to the nightstand and pulls a condom from the drawer. After she tears the wrapper open, she grips my shaft and slides the condom on. My fingers grip the sheets of the bed as I fight to keep from coming. Inara holds my dick still while she slowly lowers herself down my length. I bury my face against her chest and grit my teeth as she lifts herself a few centimeters, only to come sliding back down.

A second time, and a third. I’m panting as I grip her by the waist and lift my ass off the bed as she lowers herself for the fourth time. One moment there’s nothing but need and the next, my cock is working its way inside her. We gasp, breath mingling, as gravity pulls us both as close as we can get. She takes a moment to grow accustomed to my size and, with a flexing of my hips, I silently urge her to ride.

Straddling me, she grips my hips with her thighs, the muscles tensing as she works to meet my thrusts. The room is soon filled with the sound of flesh against flesh. Inara grabs my hand, pressing it against her breasts and I squeeze. She makes a noise that’s half desperation, half frustration and presses closer. Chest to chest, our bodies still moving, still straining for relief, she kisses my throat and rakes nails down my shoulders, as if she needs something from me, craves it. But I don’t have a clue what it is.

I hang on as long as I can, but there’s only so much a man can take with a goddess riding his cock, especially when that man has been aching for this exact moment since I first laid eyes on her almost a year ago. My body clenches and then spasms with my release. “Oh, God!” Then there are no words as I ride the wave of my orgasm out.

When I come back to earth, I’m simultaneously exhausted and suffused in a warm, fuzzy sensation. “That was amazing. You’re amazing. I didn’t know it could be that wild.”

Inara makes a strange noise in her throat as if she’s choking back a laugh. Hard to know for sure because I can barely focus. I roll out of bed to make my way to the bathroom to clean up, intent on returning and satisfying my wife. But her voice chases me down the hall, the words causing both my stomach and my confidence to plummet to the ground.

“If you call that wild, we’ve got some work to do.”

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