“You’re scared of me,” I say.
“I’m not—”
“You are.” I run my hands up her thighs, feeling her shiver. “But you want this anyway, don’t you?”
Silence.
“Say it.”
“I—”
“Say it, Lexi.”
She closes her eyes.
“Fine, don’t say it.” I lean down. “Your body’s doing all the talking anyway.”
I press my hips against hers. She gasps, hands flying to my shoulders.
I kiss her again—slower now, making her feel exactly how much control I’ve got. How easy this could be if she just gave in.
Her hips start moving. Little tentative grinds.
I grab her hips and still her. “Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because I said so, love.”
She glares at me. I love that—that last bit of defiance before it all crumbles.
“Put the condom on me,” I say.
She reaches for it, hands shaking.
I watch as she tears it open. As she rolls it down over me, careful and slow.
“Good,” I murmur. “Now strip.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
She stares at me. Then she stands and starts taking her clothes off.
Shirt. Jeans. Everything.
She’s beautiful. The kind that doesn’t know how much she is.
I lay her under me, spreading those beautiful fucking legs. I waste no time, pressing myself into her. She grabs onto my shoulders, tense.
“Breathe,” I whisper. I try pressing into her again, but she’s tight. “Let me in.”
She gasps, opening her legs and giving me a better angle.
“Better,” I say, gliding into her. I knew she was dripping at the sight of me.
I’m a little more than halfway inside of her when she bites my shoulder and moans, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” She tries to pull away, crying out. “You’re too big.”
