Page 9 of The List
“Christ,” I hiss as she opens her mouth wide and sucks me in. Her tongue is warm and makes the sweetest cushion for the head of my cock. She pulls me in deep, and I look down, expecting to see her eyes watering.
Instead, she draws back and grins up at me. “I was hoping you’d be like this.”
“Like what?”
She licks her lips, and I see her start to hesitate again. It’s clear she’s not used to talking dirty, to describing in explicit detail what she wants from a lover.
But it’s also clear Cassie is a fast learner. Her eyes flash as she looks up at me. “I hoped you’d have a huge?—”
She grins, trusting her expression will fill in the blank. But I want to hear her say the word. It’s not for my ego. It’s for the thrill of watching her bust out of her quiet, studious-girl mold.
“A huge what, Cassie?”
Her cheeks pinken, and for a moment, I think she won’t say it. Then her gaze drops to the object that’s right in front of her. She runs the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, then meets my eyes again.
“I was hoping you’d have a huge cock.”
Good God. I don’t know if it’s the words themselves that turn me on or the fact that it’s her saying them. I don’t have a chance to respond, because she’s sucking me in again, taking me all the way back into her throat. One hand slips between my legs to tickle my balls with fingertips blessedly devoid of sharp girl-claws. I close my eyes and enjoy the ride, moaning when she sucks harder, then releases me, then does it again.
When a prickly sensation creeps across the back of my neck, I open my eyes. If I’m not careful, she’s going to bring this to a hastier conclusion than either of us wants. Either she senses it, or she’s ready to move on to the next act, because she draws back half a second before I tell her to stop.
“Just wanted to make sure you’re ready,” she says, teasing me with my own words. She reaches for the condom and tears it open. I expect her to put it on with the same bravado she just used to suck my cock, but she seems unsure for a second.
I reach for her hands and help pinch the tip while she rolls it on. “Teamwork,” I say, which makes her giggle.
But she stops laughing when I reach for her again.
Grabbing her waist, I roll her onto her back. I ease myself onto the sheets beside her, cupping her breast like I’ve done it a million times before.
“How do you want it?” I peer into her eyes. “This is your fantasy. How did you picture it?”
She looks a little sheepish as she moves her hand down the side of my body. “Lots of ways, actually.”
“What was your favorite?” I put my mouth close to her ear, wanting to feel her squirm as I talk dirty. “Did you picture someone pinning you on your back and fucking you hard while you wrapped your legs around his back? Or maybe you wanted to climb on top and ride his cock until you came?”
It feels weird talking this way, like I’m speaking about myself in third person. But Cassie’s too worked up to notice. She’s squirming and writhing beside me like she’s aching to have me buried inside her.
That makes two of us.
“Actually,” she says, her breath grazing my shoulder, “I pictured it from behind.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. But that’s not what I want anymore. I changed my mind.”
“A woman’s prerogative.” I brush her hair back from her face, dying to ask what prompted the switch. But I’m also dying to be inside her, and the quickest way to get there involves less talking. “So how do you want it?”
“I want you on top of me,” she says. “I want to see those big arms on either side of my shoulders and feel your chest pressing into me while you pin me down and fuck me hard.”
Her words send a jolt of fire through me, and I realize this is what I want, too. I can’t believe she’s turning out to be like this in the sack. She was adorable in the shop, then shy on her couch. But the way she’s talking now shows me a whole different version of Cassie.
I like this version a lot.
I push her back onto the bed and ease myself down on top of her. Her legs fall open wider, and I slip between them. I hover like that for a moment, nudging her wetness with the head of my cock. She arches up to meet me, and we stay frozen like that for a few heartbeats. I move my cock a fraction of an inch, almost inside her now. Her head lolls back and I see her eyes begin to close, but I touch the side of her face.
“Look at me,” I murmur.
Her eyes flutter open, and I get lost in them for just a second. What was I going to say?
