I trail my hand over my breast casually, flicking my nipple through my bra.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
Kray’s eyes go wide at my dirty talk, but he shakes his head slowly.
“No, Cleo. I want to make love to you. Slowly.”
My hand drops to my side. I don’t know what he means. Making love and fucking are the same thing in my book.
But I’ll go along with it if it will keep his hands on me. Because his hands on me make my skin heat and my mind clear.
I push my hips against him, feeling my mound rub against his hardness.
“I’m not going to take you against the wall.” Kray takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. “Our first time should be in a bed, Cleo.”
Kray’s sweet, talking about our first time as if he’s not going to get on his bike and roar off tomorrow. And the way he’s looking at me makes my heart skip.
It’s disconcerting. I’ve never felt that with a man before. It makes me feel vulnerable, and I don’t like vulnerable.
As soon as we’re in the bedroom, I pull at Kray’s jeans. My feelings are churning inside my chest, and I need the feel of him to still this raging emotion that’s happening inside of me.
I tug at his fly. Kray stops my hand.
“Slow down, Cleo.”
He pushes me gently back onto the bed and lies next to me, planting soft kisses on my neck.
I shiver at the sensation, his warm breath making my panties dampen. I slide my hand under my skirt, looking for relief, but Kray stops me.
“I’m going to take care of your pussy, but I need you to slow down and trust me.”
His eyes are pooled with desire and steadiness. I take deep breaths. He keeps telling me to slow down, but it’s hard. I’ve never been with anyone that wants to take it slow before, that wants to enjoy my body the way Kray seems to.
His fingers trail up my thighs, lightly brushing the skin until he gets to my panties. Then he’s pulling them down, and I feel cool air on my pussy.
Kray shuffles down the bed, and I know where he’s going. He plants a kiss on my thigh. He’s so close to my most intimate center that the anxiousness inside me explodes.
I can’t have him go there. It’s too vulnerable, too much.
I sit up on the bed, and before he can protest, I’ve climbed onto his lap.
“You keep telling me to slow down, but I want you too much.”
I straddle Kray in nothing but my bra. His eyes roam over my body as I wiggle my hips, pressing my sticky sex on top of his hard bulge.
“Fuck, Cleo…”
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do, Kray,” I say unhooking my bra.
He groans as my breasts swing free. I take one of his hands and place it on my tit, and the other I put on my ass.
He’s trying to turn this into an intimate experience, but I can’t deal with that. I don’t do intimacy. I don’t know how. But I do know how to fuck.
Sliding his underwear off his hips, I lay his thick length along my pussy entrance as I grind into him.
I see the moment Kray gives in to me, the moment his resistance breaks.
It feels like a victory as I take his cock in my hand and slide the tip into my opening. His eyes widen as I slide down his shaft. It’s a victory, but it feels like a hollow one.