She shakes her head.
My skin grows hot, and my jaw clenches. Who got to fuck shy little Amy before me? If she tells me it was that dirtbag Cody Morris, I might have to warn him not to get too cozy with her anymore, that after tonight, she belongs to…
Jesus Christ.
She has me thinking like a lunatic.
This is a good thing. If she’s not a virgin, we both can enjoy tonight to the fullest.
“Alright, well, that’ll make it easier.” I tear open the wrapper and roll the condom over my dick. “But I don’t want to know who you had sex with before me, okay? Don’t ever say his name.”
“You mean I shouldn’t call out his name tonight ?”
When my head jerks in her direction, she’s smiling mischievously.
I smirk as I walk back over to the bed. “Do you want to get punished, little Amy?”
“Little Amy,” she scoffs. “Why do you always call me little? I’m obviously not skinny.”
I scoot onto the bed and wrap my arms around her. “You’re little compared to me. And I don’t like skinny. You’re nice and soft.” I nuzzle my nose against her neck. “Years, Amy,” I repeat. “And it was worth the wait.”
When I pull away, she’s giving me a strange look. “Can you please stop saying that?”
I frown. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head. “I’d just rather you not tell me over and over again how long you’ve wanted me. Given our history, it’s confusing.”
Ah, she doesn’t trust me fully yet. Why should she? I just told her five minutes ago that I lied to her. It’s okay. I’ll show her with my body just how much I want her. Over the next few months, I’ll shower her with so much adoration that she won’t be left with a single doubt.
Will I be able to let her go? Somehow, it doesn’t feel like it, but I can’t think about that now. Not when I’m about to fulfill my deepest, most agonizing need.
I press my lips against hers as I crawl on top of her, relishing the warmth and softness of her skin. When I lower myself against her, I let out a groan.
“You feel so good underneath me,” I say, “I could come right now.”
She hums as I settle my hips against her. I’m inches away from her pussy, and I have to try as hard as I can not to think about it.
I’m taking this slowly.
I bring my hand to her cheek and stroke the hair from her face. After pressing a soft kiss against her nose, I move to her cheek, her jaw, her forehead.
“You’re really romantic,” Amy says.
My throat grows tight. Fuck, I’ve never gotten emotional during sex.
But this is Amy.
“Only with you.” My voice is strained.
Her body grows stiff, and she seems to retreat behind those hazel eyes. Was that the wrong thing to say? Am I confusing her again?
“Tristan…”
“What, beautiful?”
“I want to straddle you.”
I jerk back, chuckling almost hysterically. “You’re going to kill me.”
