She gave me her answer by digging her nails into me.
I grabbed her pajama top and yanked, sending buttons scattering across the bed. She gasped in surprise, while I wasalready tugging the fabric off her shoulders, baring her breasts to the cool air.
“I’ll buy you a new set tomorrow, along with a pair of sensible shoes,” I growled against her skin, and then my mouth was on her nipple, sucking hard while I shoved her pajama bottoms down her thighs.
I didn’t even bother pulling them all the way off before my fingers found her slit, sliding through slick heat that made me groan.
“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise, her body already responding to me.
She was soaking wet, dripping for me, and when I pushed two fingers inside her, she cried out and arched off the bed.
“Too much? Too fast?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“No, just unexpected. Don’t stop on my account.”
If she thought I’d give her thirty minutes of foreplay before getting to the main event, she’d been wrong. It had taken everything in me to keep my hands to myself over the past three days, and my self-control had only been holding on by a tattered thread.
And guess what?
That thread had just snapped.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I rumbled against her mouth, curling my fingers to find that spot inside her that made her shake. I worked her with my hand while I kissed her, swallowing her moans while her inner walls clenched around my fingers as I pumped them in and out.
“Are you always like this?” she gasped.
I answered by nipping at the delicate skin on her breast, teasing her other nipple with my teeth until she cried out and latched on to me, pussy bucking on my hand.
My thumb found her clit, and I rubbed in tight circles, building her higher and higher until she was writhing beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
“Clayton, I’m going to… I can’t…”
“Let go,” I commanded, and she shattered for me.
Her pussy clamped down on my fingers as she came, pulsing and fluttering, and she screamed my name loud enough that it satisfied every masculine instinct in me. I worked her through it, drawing out every last tremor, until she collapsed back against the pillows, gasping for breath.
But I wasn’t done with her. Not even close.
I shoved my sweatpants down and settled between her thighs, the head of my cock nudging against her entrance. She was still trembling from her orgasm, slick and swollen, and when I pushed inside her, we both groaned at the sensation of… completion.
Her pussy was so tight, so hot, gripping my cock like a fist as I sank into her inch by inch. I had to stop halfway through and breathe through my nose to keep from coming right then and there.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s just been a while.”
“Don’t stop.” Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me in deeper. “Please don’t stop.”
And then I was buried inside her, cock pulsing, on the verge of spilling myself inside her right now before we’d even begun.
“Fuck, girl, you feel fuckinggooood.”
I started to move, slowly at first, savoring the drag of her body against mine. But then she rolled her hips up to meet me and something snapped inside me.
This wasn’t how you won the woman. I needed to kick this up a notch.
I grabbed her hip with one hand and braced myself on the bed with the other. Then I fucked her hard enough to make the headboard slam against the wall.
She’d never forget me. I wouldn’t let her forget me.
