“Very.”
“Good. Stay comfortable. You’re going to be there awhile.”
He loved that he could say stuff like that to her without scaring her or offending her. He’d been shocked by how easily it came to him when she told him what she liked, more shocked by how much he’d missed it when it was gone.
When he had her in position, her body open to him, her back arched in eagerness, he entered her slowly, an inch at a time. He wasn’t trying to tease her so much as he wanted to go slow, relish every second of sliding his cock into her again for the first time since that night, that wild night, that perfect night. He sighed with unabashed pleasure as he filled her. Flash moaned as he went deep, a sound he wanted to burn into his ears so he could hear it every day of his life. He leaned forward and grasped her by the shoulders and started to thrust. She was burning hot all around him and soft, too, so soft and welcoming he felt like his cock was being enveloped by her body, pulled in deeper and held.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said.
“So good.”
“You can do better than that. I was specific.”
“You’re thick,” she said.
“Rude.” He playfully swatted her ass and she yelped in pain.
“Your cock is thick,” she said.
“I knew what you meant. I just wanted an excuse to slap your ass. Not that I need an excuse.”
“Never.”
“Go on. This is getting interesting,” he said. “My cock is thick and...”
“It stretches me out when it’s first inside me.” She turned her head to the side so he could see her face and hear her better. “It’s something almost like pain but it’s not actual pain. It’s sharp like pain, intense like pain, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s the opposite of hurting.”
“Fascinating. And...?”
She grinned, and he could tell she was having as much fun with this game as he was. That’s how she’d explained it to him when they’d been making out like horny teenagers in the elevator of his building that night on the way up to his apartment.
Play a game with me tonight, Ian. Here are the rules. You tell me anything and everything you want me to do or say and I’ll do it and I’ll say it.
That’s the game? he’d asked. How do we know who wins?
She answered with the sexiest smile he’d ever seen—That’s the best part about the game. If we both play, we both win...
“My pussy wants to push it out when you start pushing it in. I can feel the muscles tightening so I have to breathe to keep from bearing down and squeezing. But once you’re all the way in me, it’s like my muscles are trying to keep you in.”
“I can feel it,” he said, thrusting slowly as they spoke. Just hearing her talk about his cock inside her was bringing him right to the edge of orgasm. But he squeezed her sculpted shoulders, breathed shallow breaths and focused on her.
“Does it feel good?” she asked.
“Your pussy holding my cock inside you? Yeah, you could say it feels kind of good.”
She grinned again. He was falling in love with that grin. Making her smile that big was nearly as sexy as hearing her talk about his cock.
“I’m glad it feels good on your cock. I want my body to make you happy. Yours makes me happy. And relieved.”
“Relieved?”
“You pushing your cock in me for the first time in six months? I’d say ‘profound fucking relief” is one way to explain it. You know that feeling when you’ve been standing for almost eight straight hours and your legs are aching and your back is tired and your feet hurt and then you sink into the most comfortable soft leather chair in the world and you groan it feels so good to finally get to sit down?”
“I know that feeling.”
“It’s just like that but inside my vagina.”
Ian laughed. Flash was tough and she wasn’t easy to impress, but damn, she knew how to pay a guy a compliment.