Unable to resist, my hands cup the weight of her breasts, fingers teasing her pink nipples.
“I’ve never given in, taken things slow. I’m going to do my best, but if I get too rough or do something you don’t like, I need you to tell me. This is about you, K—” My jaw snaps shut before I can say her name. She’s asked me not to, and after thinking long and hard about our interactions in the past, it’s the one thing that makes her shut down.
“All about me?” I groan when her hips flex and she scrapes the fabric of her thong down my bare cock.
“I’ll have no choice but to make it all about you if you keep rubbing your pussy over me like that, because I’ll come before we even get started.”
She stills, her eyes refusing to look down at me.
“Tell me what you need,” I urge.
“I want you to take over.”
I’ve never heard such sweet words before in my entire life. In the blink of an eye she’s on her back, and I’m rolling latex down my aching shaft. Resisting the urge to rip her panties from her body, I slowly tug them down her hips and toss them to the side.
I’m transfixed, eyes focused on the slick, glistening slit between her legs.
“Do you want me to taste you?” It’s hard to speak past the saliva pooling in my mouth.
“No.”
Disappointment is like a brick in my gut.
“I want you inside of me.”
A groan erupts from my lips as I angle my cock and the heat of her pussy swallows the first couple of inches.
“Mmm.” The sound of her pleasure drives me a couple inches deeper, faster than we’d agreed on. Slowly sinking the rest of the way into her is an exercise in restraint I’m not certain I can continue for long.
“Raise your leg up on my hip.” The action does the exact opposite of what I needed, only clamping her down on me harder rather than relieving some of the pressure.
My only recourse is distraction, and I’m questioning this bright fucking idea when I cover her body with mine, slowing my hips, and licking into her mouth. My cock isn’t listening, and my balls haven’t gotten the memo.
“Touch me,” I beg, groaning in her ear when her fingernails scrape down my back. At first it stings, but then heat radiates outward. The warmth makes me cling to her harder. Who fucking knew going slow could be better than pounding into someone? “How does it feel?”
“Amazing.”
Her other leg laces around my hip, opening her just enough so I can drive all the way inside. She’s tight and decadent, better than anything I’ve felt before in my life. Her breaths grow erratic. Her nails dig into me deeper, and I fucking love it. We’re going to come together, and I know without a doubt it will be the single most erotic thing in my life to date.
“Come for me,” I command in her ear.
Her hips shift as soft moans come from her mouth.
“I’m coming,” she pants, but the energy I felt moments before is no longer there, and when her hips jolt, I can tell it’s forced. My orgasm, our orgasm, the one that was supposed to change my life, rushes out of me, but the emotion that was behind it seconds ago fizzles.
Uncertain and begging to be wrong, I look down at her. When she looks away, I know for a fact what I felt in my gut.
She fucking faked it.
Rather than expressing what she needed, or telling me she was no longer into it, she gave me what she thought I wanted. Her throat works on a swallow, and a single tear trails down her cheek when I pull away.
I should hold her to my chest, tell her everything is okay. Ask her what she needs, and what can I do to make everything better for her. At least, that’s what a nice guy would do, a guy with patience, one who hasn’t been kicked by her over and over.
I’m no longer that guy, and as I pull myself from her body and climb off the bed, I realize I never was that guy. I don’t even bother pulling the condom from my dick or tying my boots. I put my clothes on, and I’m out the fucking door a minute later.
If I can’t do anything to make her life better, to ease her pain even a little, I don’t need to be here. If she can’t be honest with me, even in such an intimate moment, I’m no longer going to waste my fucking time.
I’m done.
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“Perfect.”
I pop my red lips in the mirror and give my hair a final spritz of hairspray. My outfit is perfect, exactly what I need for a night like tonight.