Slowly, I peeled down her yoga pants, until she was in nothing more than a pair of black panties, her breasts spilling out to the sides, her pink nipples stuff. I felt my pulse in my cock and didn’t know how long I could take this as I ran my fingers down her slit, slipping aside the thin cotton, finding her soaking wet, dripping already.
“Why me then?” she asked, half moaning as I teased her, rolling along her clit, then back down to press inside. Her back arched and it was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “At first, I thought you were attractive.”
“You don’t anymore?”
I grinned and kissed her, pressed my fingers deeper, and bit her lip. “I most certainly do.”
“God, yes,” she whispered.
“But physical attraction wasn’t enough.”
“I brought you out of your shell with my charm.”
I kissed her neck, down to her breasts, teased her nipples again, before falling down lower, lower, until I took off her panties, and looked at her, sprawling, naked, beautiful. I kissed her inner thigh, savoring every inch of exposed skin before I finally reached her dripping pussy. I licked her, lapping her up, sucked her clit, then slid my fingers deep inside again.
“You did,” I said, meeting her gaze. She stared at me, eyes glassy with pleasure. “Slowly though, I started to realize I had to have this.” I licked her again, sucked her harder, faster. “I realized I needed you and was willing to change for it.”
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, back arching again—then reached down and pushed me back. “You’re so full of shit.”
I laughed. “What do you mean?”
She dropped down onto the floor in front of me then pulled at my pants. She took them off, threw them aside, pulled off my boxer briefs, and took me in both her hands.
She took me deep into her mouth, lips spreading open, her tongue rolling in quick circles, and I let out a satisfied moan.
Fucking hell, it felt like heaven, and I completely forgot about what we’d been talking about.
She pulled back, stroking me fast.
“You act like you had this big revelation, but you’re full of shit. You’re still doing the same old crap, even if now you’re trying to fuck me too.”
“I’m not trying,” I said, leaning forward, grabbing her hair, and kissing her. “I am fucking you.”
She laughed and took my cock in her mouth again. I pressed her down and growled my delight as she pulled back, both hands working me.
“That’s not enough,” she said. “You want more? Then you’ve got to try to change.”
“Right now, darling, I’ll do whatever you want.”
She smirked a little, tilting her head, and I loved the way her breasts moved as she stroked me.
“I know you will. So you’re going to promise, right now, that when this is through, we’re going to figure out how to get out of this problem. We’re going to do it together.”
I kissed her. “I promise.”
“Good.” She helped me take off my shirt then kissed my chest, my hard abs, before straddling me.
Her back arched and I gripped her hips as she slowly slid down along my shaft.
We moved together slowly, my cock buried inside of her. I kissed her, nibbled her lip, palmed her breasts, slapped her ass. She worked faster and I dug my fingers into her back, feeling the muscles contract and tense, and goddamn, she was perfect, fit and slick, and every movement sent me into new levels of ecstasy. She rode faster, leaning her hands back on my knees, and I teased her clit with my thumb, making her eyes roll back.
I turned her again, pinning her back down on the couch. I wanted her to feel it as much as I felt it, wanted to give her pleasure, to give her everything. She deserved better than I could provide right now. I was too enmeshed in controversy, and my future was so uncertain—and she deserved someone stable.
I wanted to be that for her. Hell, I wanted to be it for myself.
Which meant she was right.
I had to change.
I slid deep inside her, moving my hips faster. I kissed her neck and listened her panting, moaning, whispering my name. We worked ourselves into a lather, into a lovely sweat, and I moved back to gaze at her, loving her hip bones, her small shoulders, the tiny light hairs on her arms, her pink stiff nipples, the way her lips parted and her tongue showed, the way her eyes rolled back as I gave her the pleasure she needed, again and again, deeper and rougher, however she wanted, however she said she had to have it, until I pulled her back and turned her around, legs spread wide, arms on the back of the couch, and slipped myself in from behind, one hand wrapped around her hip to rub against her clit, and fucked her like that.