Before my imagination could run away with me, the trees parted, and I was looking at what I guesstimated to be the Gulf of Mexico. Waves gently lapped at the shore of what could be no more than fifty feet of sandy beach. “Wow, I had no idea this place even existed.”

“Most people don't.” We stepped out of the vehicle, and he handed me a can of bug spray. “The salt water and tides keep the mosquitoes to a minimum, but may want to put this on.” 

I looked up at the sky. Without the lights of town, a billion stars gleamed like diamond chips on black velvet. “Oh my god. This is amazing.”

“That's why I brought you here.” He grabbed a blanket from the back seat, and I wondered if looking at the stars was the only reason he had brought me there.

We stretched out the blanket on the sand and laid down. I thought it was going to finally make his move. But instead of kissing me, Zak put his hands behind his head and looked up at the sky. I politely listened while he pointed out the various constellations and tried to hide my frustration.

We were in one of the most romantic spots imaginable. Stars above us. The rhythmic sound of the waves moving in and out at our feet.  Mating calls of nature sounded all around us. The air was heavy with floral scents. Not another person in sight.

But rather than lay a hand on me, Zak prattled on about Cassiopeia and the Greek goddess it was named for. Despite my best attempts at flirtation and several come hither looks, he had kissed me a total of two times that day, and one of those I had initiated. Then it hit me—Zak is a nice man. Too nice to try anything on a first date. Most women would consider it an admirable trait in a boyfriend.

But I was not interested in a boyfriend, only physical intimacy with a man whose company I enjoyed. If there were to be any benefits in this friendship, I would have to be more direct. Which was fine with me. My encounter with Dante aside, I preferred being the one in charge.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at him. He was funny without even knowing it, smart, and had the most beautiful gray eyes. I turned on my side for a better look. My nostrils flared at the scent of androstenol. His musky, earthy odor was incredibly arousing. I reached out a hand and brushed his cheek.

“Zak, I think you are a very attractive man. You're also a gentleman and if the only reason you brought me here was to look at the stars, then I'm content to look at them with you.”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “But if you are looking for more, you should know that I consider myself a modern woman; and find the whole idea of a third date rule quaint but antiquated.

His eyes grew large, and he asked, “Are you saying what I think you are?”

I answered by wrapping my arm across his chest and kissing him. His tongue quickly found mine.

Zak was an incredible kisser, and for a long time, that's all we did. But as arousal grew, hands roamed. I tried to unbutton his shirt, but with no luck. The buttons were too large for the holes. I threw a leg over his waist and mounted him, so I could use both hands, but it was still a challenge. “Don't wear this shirt ever again.”

“I thought you said you liked it.”

“That was before I realized how hard it would be to get off of you.” With the last button undone, I bent and kissed his smooth chest. When my tongue grazed an erect nipple, he shivered. I sucked it between my lips and could feel him grow hard beneath me.

He squeezed the cheeks of my ass through my shorts. I needed to feel his flesh against mine; raising up, I pulled the t-shirt over my head and threw it aside. He quickly found the string at the back of my bikini top and, with the slightest tug, released its hold. I dropped my shoulders and let the fabric slide free.

Zak’s hands rested motionless on my waist, but his eyes were locked on my swaying breasts. “You can touch them, you know. They don't bite.” That was all the encouragement he needed.

“I've been thinking about doing this ever since you took your shirt off on the boat.” At least that is what I think he said. The words were muffled by having my left nipple in his mouth when he spoke.

Zak might have been content to spend the night kissing and fondling, while grinding against my crotch, but I was growing damp and needed more. Standing up, I slipped off my bottoms before similarly relieving him of his shorts. Then climbed back atop of him and whispered, “I’ve been thinking about you being inside of me, long before we were on the boat.”

Realizing what was about to happen, he reached for his shorts and handed me a condom. “You should put this on. I mean, you should put it on me.”

Despite the awkward way he asked, I was grateful he had the presence of mind to remember. I was so horny, the need for protection had completely slipped my mind.

I regarded the foil package in my hand. No man had ever asked me to put one on him before and I was grateful for the opportunity to get a closer look at his cock

It was a very good cock, with a slight upward curve I knew would hit all the right spots Lengthy, but not so thick that it would be painful. I positioned the condom at its wide tip and slowly rolled downward, and then gave his testicles a playful squeeze. He twitched, and I wished I had taken time to lick him before putting the prophylactic on. Maybe I will get a chance later, I thought. Satisfied I had it properly situated, I moved back up his amazing body, gently grazing my breasts against his fevered flesh.

Zak seemed content to let me take control. Unable to get enough of his kisses, I sought his mouth while sliding my heat over his pulsing shaft. I sucked in a reflexive breath and shuddered when the tip of his cock brushed against my entrance.

Eyes locked on his, I reached between us, to position him at the right angle and slowly sunk down on his shaft. I had been right about the curve of his cock; it was a perfect fit. “Oh, fuck. You feel so good.”

“You’re so tight,” he said, and I clenched my pelvic muscles, showing him just how tight I could be. Hands on my hips, he moaned softly. Bending down, so I could whisper in his ear, I said, “I’m going to give you the ride of a lifetime. Let’s see how long you can last.”

Zak’s eyes went wide. “Challenge accepted.”

I could not help but smile. With the slightest affront to their manhood, men could easily be manipulated. I had known this for years but only used it in bed and only then, when I was seeking multiple orgasms.

I leaned back and moved my hips in slow circles, savoring even the tiniest of sensations. Then, lifting my hips, I released all but the tip, and slowly dropped back down. I could feel the heat rising in my core and moved more rapidly.

"Ah, fuck, feels so good," Zak moaned. To his credit, he did not thrust or try to control my movements. I moved his hands to my breasts and picked up the pace.

He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger when his head brushed against my g-spot; he pinched his fingers together. Fuck, the dual sensations felt wonderful. I assumed it was a lucky coincidence, but then he did it again and again and I realized he knew exactly what he was doing. “Aren’t you the clever one? Know any other tricks?”

His rapid upward thrust caught me off guard, and I had to put a hand on his chest to steady myself. I would have never thought such rapid movements were possible. His hips moved up and down like the pistons of an expensive sports car. Each thrust took him deeper and deeper into me. Despite how good it felt, I knew there was no way he could keep up such a pace without climaxing.

I wanted to tell him to slow down. Not to come too soon, but the words came out as a choked gasp. My legs went rigid, and I clenched around him. This slowed him only fractionally. Looking for anything to hold on to, my fingers dug into his shoulders.

The cries of my climax shattered the tranquility of the night. Before I had completely recovered, I found myself on my back, with Zak’s hard cock still in me.

He kissed my lips, neck, and shoulders. Praised my beauty with soft whispers. And fucked me slow and gentle. It had been a long time since I let a man make love to me. I had forgotten how good it felt.

Part of me wanted to tell him to stop. Tell him that only people in love had sex this way and he should go back to fucking me hard, because I could not fall in love. Would not allow it. But I said none of these things. Instead, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held tight.

Afterwards, I was lying with my head on Zak’s chest. He pulled me tight against his body and gave a content sigh. “If only we could stay like this for the rest of our lives.”

I panicked and blurted out. “I'm seeing someone else.”