I could fool myself until I turned blue, but the cold hard truth is that Bianca had me the moment I saw her on the screen of my laptop. I fought the feelings she ignited, ignored them, belittled their importance... all for nothing. Once I saw her in the flesh, I spiraled so fast it felt like the ground had vanished beneath me.
She grips fistfuls of my shirt and starts moving, forcing me backward down the corridor and toward my bedroom. I almost laugh at how much she struggles to make me move.
“You think you’ll be dictating the rules?” I whisper and bite her lower lip, my hands full of her hips as I hoist her into my arms. “Forget it. This won’t be an equal distribution of power, Winter. I don’t care much for women taking the lead.”
I enter my bedroom, the novelty of having a woman in my personal space not lost on me. I never fuck in my bed. Every flat surface in my condo is fair game, but my bed is off limits.
Not tonight. I want Bianca here. I want the coconut scent of her on my pillow.
“You’ll bend to my will,” I say, squeezing her ass. “If you can’t do that, close the door behind you on your way out.”
She wraps her legs around me for support, her hands holding my neck, lips dancing with mine. She’s so light, a feather in my arms, delicate, petite, the contrast between us overwhelming and so fucking titillating.
I cross the room in five large steps and drop Bianca on my bed. Her dress opens further, pooling on either side, giving me a full view of her perky breasts, pink nipples hard like candy. Her bare pussy glistens with arousal.
I don’t immediately follow her down. Straightening my back I take a moment to stare and memorize her soft flesh. I map out every dip and curve of that glorious, ready,willingbody.
Her cheeks are deliciously flushed, eyes hooded, pupils blown, the pink outlines a turn-on like nothing else.
Who fucking knew seeing her cry would be the final straw?
She wraps her legs around me the second I climb over her, a silent invitation to do as I please.
“Still hoping you’ll dictate the rules?” I laugh, patting her thigh. “Spread your legs for me.”
She does, letting them fall to the sides, but I can tell submitting costs her a great deal. She’d be completely naked and vulnerable were it not for the dress draped over her shoulders.
It coversnothing.
She’s pinned under me, bare, while I’m still fully dressed, my cock hidden away.
Determination scrunches her face, masking her discomfort.
Both feelings need to go. I don’t want her showcasing her independence and I don’t want her uncomfortable in her own skin. I drag my hand up her thigh, loving how she reacts to the faintest sensation. She can pretend all she wants that she doesn’t need anything or anyone, but the way she arches into my touch tells me how fucking starved she is for it.
“Eyes, Bianca. Look at me,” I tut in her mouth once I find the warm wetness between her legs.
She bites her lip, eyelashes fluttering. When she looks at me, I sink two fingers deep inside her, drunk on the ecstasy bleeding into her features.
“Hold on to me,” I rasp, dipping my head to kiss her collarbone. “Arms around my neck, legs spread wide.”
She obeys, her hands ghosting my arms before tangling in my hair. Her back arches, boobs pressing into my chest.
“Are you...shit,” she gasps when I find the right tempo, fucking her with two fingers hard and fast.
“Am I what?” I lick her pulse point. Suck and nip.
“Always this bossy in bed?”
“Always.”
Curling my fingers inside her, I stroke her G spot. My cock twitches in time with her walls spasming around my digits. Once, twice, and again. It goes on for a few minutes. She floods my hand, her orgasm building but not cresting.
I rise on my elbow, looking down on her. “You’re holding back on me. Why?”
She arches an eyebrow, the gesture hitting me like a red flag waved before a bull. I pull my fingers out and flip us over so she’s sprawled over my chest. My hand lands on her bare ass, the loudclapmaking her yelp.
“What did I say about acting out?” I bring her knee up, almost flush with my side. “Arch that brow at me again and the next slap will make you cry.”
