Those beautiful green eyes rise to meet mine from between her legs. “Every time I thought of Sunday, I’d get so turned on, but in the same breath, confusion would wash over me.”
“Explain.”
“One minute everything was hot and heavy between us, and the next it felt like you had turned on a faucet over my head,” she says. “You were so distant. I figured maybe you had regrets…”
I run a hand over my face. “If it’s any consolation, I haven’t jerked off all week. My need for you was so bad, I wanted to come inside you or not at all.”
“I… I can’t believe you said that.”
I was so entangled in all sorts of conflicting feelings over her. It was a first for me.
“I can’t believe you want me that much,” she says.
“It’s because I want you that much, but I didn’t want to fuck it up.”
She reaches for my hair, tangling her fingers in it. “If anyone is likely to fuck anything up, it’s me. Not you.” A touch of sadness veils her eyes.
I place my hands over hers. “Why would you say that?”
She offers a small smile. “I’m talking nonsense. I’m still high from your masterful tongue.”
Like that time when we argued over A. Monte Cristo, I can’t shake the feeling she’s hiding something. As much as I want to delve further into this, if I don’t fuck her right now, I’m going to die.
“One down. One more to go.”
“Don’t I get a break?”
“You just did.” I stand, circle her waist with my hands, and flip her over.
She shrieks. “You’re so strong.”
“I want you on all fours.” I place her where I want her on the bed.
She wiggles her ass in response.
I shake my head.
I step away from the bed and to the armchair. I pick up my pants, find my wallet, pluck out a condom and return to stand behind her. I tear the packet with my teeth and shield my cock in one fluid motion.
I admire her ass jutting out in a position I’ve fantasized about too many times to count.
Fuck.
She looks over her shoulder and smiles like a woman who knows she’s about to get fucked ten ways to Sunday.
I climb onto the bed and run a languorous hand over the globes of her fine ass. With one hand, I align the head of my cock at her entrance. With the other, I fist her hair and pull her head back, forcing her eyes to meet mine.
I slide my tip inside her and let out a guttural grunt.
She gasps. “God, you're big.”
“Just breathe, princess,” I say through gritted teeth.
She nods.
I slide in a couple more inches.
Her breath hitches.
