“Do we have a deal?”
Billie smirked. “I’m never one to turn down a wager.”
I smiled. “That’s my girl.”
The first card out of the pack was an interesting one. I cleared my throat and read it aloud. “What position is the most likely to bring a woman to orgasm? A. Doggy style, B. Missionary, C. Reverse cowgirl, or D. Woman on top?”
Billie’s lips twisted as she thought about it. “Hmm… I’m going to go with D. Woman on top, because the woman has more control then.”
“Control, huh? Is that what you like?”
She nodded. “It usually is. But I really like it when you get all bossy. I think my trust issues have kept me from being able to enjoy giving a man control.”
I looked back and forth between her eyes. “That means a lot to me.”
“So what’s the correct answer?”
“You called it. Woman on top is the position that can most commonly bring women to orgasm.” I grinned. “Also, I can’t wait to have you ride me.”
Billie chuckled and plucked the card pack from my hands. “I believe the score is one to zero. Let’s see what we have here.” She scanned the next card. “A woman would rather A. Clean the house, B. Eat dinner, C. Play a trivia game, or D. Get fucked on the kitchen counter next to a pot of boiling ravioli.”
My brows pulled together for a half second before I caught on. Then I yanked the card from her hands and tossed it over my shoulder. “I’m gonna go with D.”
Billie wrapped her arms around my neck. “Solid guess. I like D.”
“That’s good, sweetheart. Because that’s exactly what you’re about to get.”
The ravioli would have to wait. I shut off the water that was just starting to boil and lifted Billie up onto the countertop, wrapping her legs around my waist. This was the first time we’d had free rein to do whatever we wanted in this apartment for an entire night, and I was here for it.
“I’m gonna have you for dinner first, okay?” I murmured.
Billie nodded as she lifted my shirt and I worked to undo the ties of her corset. Her beautiful, milky mounds popped out simultaneously, and I wasted no time taking her nipple into my mouth. I sucked so hard that she winced. Billie dug her long nails into my back before sliding her hands upward and pulling on my hair.
Hard as a rock, I couldn’t wait another second to be inside of her. I undid her jeans, and she wriggled out of them before kicking them to the floor. I unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants just enough to take my dick out. I couldn’t even wait the amount of time it would have taken to fully remove my pants. That’s how much I needed her right now.
Letting out an unintelligible sound, I buried myself inside of her. Her pussy felt like pure ecstasy. Billie’s muscles tightened around my cock as I thrust hard into her. I continued to hold her up as she bucked her hips. I must have been damn wound up today because it was as if I couldn’t fuck her hard enough. Billie didn’t seem to mind as she writhed under me, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
She’d never felt tighter, wetter, or more ready for me. We’d both been under an incredible amount of stress this week, and this was just what the doctor ordered. We were so into it, that it took a moment to realize I’d never stopped to put a condom on. Billie had mentioned that she’d gone on the pill recently, but I needed to double-check that she was ready for this.
“Is this okay?” I asked. “I don’t have anything on.”
“Yes,” she panted. “I’m good.”
I groaned. “I didn’t think it could feel any better with you, but holy shit.”
“I know. I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
I stopped moving inside her for a moment. “Are you serious?”
She nodded.
“Wait…” I blinked. “I’m gonna be the first guy to come inside you?”
She bit her lip and nodded again.
“Damn. You have no idea what that does to me.” I pushed inside again.
She yanked on my hair. “Don’t stop again, please.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I pumped harder.
You could hear the slick sounds of our wetness as I moved in and out. When I felt her muscles contract, I couldn’t wait a second longer. I grunted, burying myself deep as I came. She continued to tighten around me as her head bent back, and her voice echoed throughout the kitchen as she orgasmed. I kept moving in and out until there was nothing left, then stayed inside her for a while as her ass rested against the counter.
She panted. “We’d better clean this countertop.”
“Never mind the countertop, but I should go get you a towel. I kind of like the idea of my cum inside you, though.”