Fuck, if only she could see what I see; the absolute gut-punching, soul-blinding beauty that ebbs and flows around her, that’s a part of her as much as me.

“Say that again,” I mutter, before burying my face between her legs.

“Oh. God.Please,” she mewls, her soft pants and slick pussy driving me wild.

I give her everything she begs for. I tease her clit, circling and flicking the tiny nub rhythmically over and over again until she undulates her hips beneath me, moaning in abandonment.

Time seems to still as I plunge my tongue into her quaking cunt, and fuck her beautiful pussy like a man bent on causing havoc, in her, in me. I could stay here forever, tasting her essence, sucking her clit, licking her pussy. I don’t care how long it takes, I’m going to be the first man to ever make her come this way.

So that’s what I do. I work her body, giving in to this complicated, euphoric feeling unfurling in my chest. My synesthesia is potent, and there’s so much colour that I’m almost blinded by the vividity, but I’m not just affected that way. Like earlier at the club, all my senses are heightened. Her scent and taste is intoxicating, the sound of her moans is music to my ears, her touch like electric currents ripping through my bloodstream. I’m wired, bound tight, desperate to fuck her, but I ignore my base needs and concentrate only on hers.

An indefinable amount of time passes, and then like an oncoming storm, her breaths come hard and fast, and herfingers grip the strands of my hair even tighter as she stiffens beneath me.

“I’m going to come, Sterling. Oh my God, I’m going to come!” she yells, entirely overtaken by feeling, lost to sensation. My cock jerks violently, begging me for release, but I refuse to satiate my own indescribable needs before I satiate hers.

Instead, I slip my hand between her legs, and insert two fingers inside of her quaking cunt reaching for that soft, spongy spot deep inside, then flick my tongue over her clit as fast as I can. My tongue aches, my cock is so hard I fear it might snap off, but I need her release. I need to see what happens to the colours that tumble and twist, that fuckingsoarinto the air with every pulsing heartbeat as she climbs higher and higher and higher.

“Sterling!” she cries, her back arching, her body taut like a string as her orgasm hits like a wrecking ball, splattering colour against the headboard, the sheets, the walls, over us both.

Fuck, I have never witnessed anything so fucking vital, so visceral as witnessing Friday come. She’s fine art. She’s an abstract painting personified. She’s so impossibly stunning as her body finally releases, shuddering, shaking, coating in a flush of pink as she orgasms.

I’m so damn close to coming myself, so utterly consumed that I have to push upwards onto my knees and grip my cock, giving it two firm tugs.

“I need to be inside of you,” I stutter out, bending over her body, one hand pressed into the mattress by her head, the other still fisting my cock as I look down at her, mouth parted, chest heaving.

She blinks up at me, her pupils blown wide, her cheeks flush, her thoughts rushing behind her eyes right before her mouth parts. “C–condom?” she manages to stutter. “I mean, I’m on the pill, but…”

“Give me a second,” I grit out, my voice strained, not because of her request, but because my balls are so high and so tight against my body that it’s verging on painful.

Somehow I manage to climb off her and stagger to the bedside cabinet, pulling it open. With shaking hands I grab the pack of unopened condoms, and take one out. Traversing the bed, I rip open the foil, and sheath myself. As much as I’d like to fuck Friday bare, I don’t want her to feel unprotected in anyway. I know I’m clean but now is not the time to be having a conversation about past sexual partners. So condom it is.

“I’m so turned on Friday, this might be quick,” I apologise, climbing above her.

“I don’t care. Please, Sterling, take me,” she pants as she pulls me towards her and kisses me, groaning into my mouth, tasting her arousal on my tongue. My cock hits her mound, dropping heavily against her pussy, and I can’t help but rock my hips, sliding the underside of my cock through her folds.

“You’re certain?” I reply hoarsely, searching her gaze as she reaches between us and guides me to her entrance, the tip of my cock dipping inside of her just an inch.

“Yes,” she whispers, and that’s all the encouragement I need.

“Friday,” I groan, her pussy fisting the head of my cock so tightly that I’m already seeing another wild explosion of colour as I squeeze my eyes shut and just absorb what it means to be joined to her.

“Sterling,” she whimpers back, pleading with me as her fingernails dig into my arse and her lips slide across my cheek, searching for my mouth once more.

Then she kisses me again, rough and hard, her tongue searching, her legs tightening around my waist until I’m pressed right up to the hilt, the tip of my cock hitting her cervix.

“Ahhh,” she cries, adjusting her body to accommodate mine as I edge in a further inch.

“I’ll go slow,” I say hoarsely, my nostrils flaring as I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to regain control. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No! Don’t do that. Please, look at me,” she pants, her voice cracking as she grasps my face, the golden flecks in her eyes like wildfire burning brightly as I snap my eyes open. “I want to know what it feels like to have someone fuck me because they’re here in this moment,with me. I want to feel connected, just this once,please.”

“God damn it, Friday,” I reply, angry at the men who’ve fucked her before, who’ve made her feel this way. “Iamhere with you. Iseeyou. ”

Fuck, how I see you.

Colours continue to swirl in a vortex around us both, and they’re so unbelievably stunning that I almost cry out in pure joy, but I don’t. I don’t becauseshe’smy focus right now. I want to give her that.

“Keep eye contact with me, okay?”