“Are you serious? But I saw you with that blonde at The Local a couple months ago.”
“What blonde?”
“I don’t know, but it was ladies night and you were there kissing her by the door, and then you left.”
That night replays in my head.
“You were there?”
“Yeah, Gray and I went out for drinks.”
I chuckle. “I could’ve sworn I saw you that night, and I convinced myself my mind was playing tricks on me. The blonde kissed me, and I turned her down. I haven’t been with anyone since my birthday.”
“Why?” she asks.
I hesitate before answering her because I don’t want to freak her out, but she deserves the truth. “Because the minute I saw you, I only wanted you, and no one else compared.”
Her breath hitches.
“I bet you think I’m crazy.”
“You are crazy, but not for saying that.” She moves closer. “All this time you’ve been feeling this way, and didn’t say anything.”
“I just thought you deserved more than me, and I guess I convinced myself that if the best I could do was be your friend, then that was enough because it meant I got to be around you.”
Our lips meet in a soft kiss.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” she says, kissing me again softly. “You are incredible, and I hate that it took me so long to figure it out.”
Our tongues tangle again, and this time, it’s full of passion and heat. She grabs at the waistband of my pants, shoving them down, and I kick them off. I roll over, grab a condom from the bedside table drawer, and we both pull off our shirts.
“You sure you want to do this?” I ask.
“Give me that,” she says, snatching the foil packet from my hand. She pushes me back against the pillows, rips it open with her teeth, and then rolls it down my cock.
Holy fuck, she’s hot when she takes what she wants.
She hesitates for a moment once it’s on.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I’ve just never been with anyone as big as you, and I’m worried it’s not going to fit.”
“We’ll make it fit,” I say. “Now come here. You get on top, so you’re in control. If it’s too much, we can stop.”
She nods and moves to straddle me. After lining me up between her legs, she begins slowly to sink down on my cock.She’s so fucking tight, and I can feel myself stretching her, but she doesn’t stop. “Fuck…it…feels…so…” she breathes out, punctuating each word with a small moan.
“Look at you taking me so well,” I say. “It’s like you were made for me.”
She carefully continues to move down my shaft until she’s taken me all the way to the hilt.
“Move,” she calls out. “Fuck, I need you to move.”
We both begin to rock in sync, and pressure immediately begins to build in the base of my spine. I do my best to push it away, but I’ve been on the fucking edge since the kiss, and I haven’t had sex in six months, so I know I don’t have much longer.
“Lean back,” I say, and she does. She continues to ride me, and my thumb begins to circle her clit. God, the view of her on top of me, tits bouncing slightly as she moves up and down, is a fucking fantasy.
“I’m close, and I want you to come with me. You think you can do that?” I ask.
