While We Waited
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“Stop,” I order. I stay still inside her. She pulls at my ass with her feet, but I refuse to move. “Stop,” I say again. I bend my head and bite her shoulder and she stares up at me.
She freezes, and I see something move in her eyes. Something needy and vulnerable and wanting.
“I’m not going to let you use me like you use the rest of them,” I say, and I rock my hips, sliding deep inside her.
She fights my hands holding hers, and I just squeeze tighter. She laughs. “So you want to make love to me?” She rolls her eyes.
I shake my head and then take her nipple into my mouth. It’s hot and hard and sweet against my tongue. She tips her hips, trying to get me to move. “No, I want to fuck you.” I sink as deep as I can go inside her, and a cry leaves her throat, tickling my ear. “I want to fuck you,” I say again. I pull out and slide back in, going as deep as I can go.
If I say I want to fuck you a hundred more times, maybe I’ll believe it.
She wiggles her fingers. “Let me touch you,” she says.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you want to take control, and I don’t want to give it to you.” I pump my hips. She arches to meet me, giving me all of her.
“You want to be in charge,” she says on a laugh, and it almost pushes me out of her. I burrow in deep and stop moving.
“No.” I shake my head. “I just don’t want you to use me like the others. That’s all.”
“You want to be special.” She drops her voice down to a purr. “You’re special, baby, just like all the rest.”
I pull out of her and flip her over, then smack her ass as I sink inside her from behind.
“Did you just hit me?” She stops moving. But her hands are fisted in the sheets, so I know she’s not angry. She’s turned on. Still.
She arches her back and pushes against me, taking all of me, and I have to grit my teeth and work hard not to come.
I slide my hand beneath her hip and find her pussy. In every porn flick I’ve ever seen, the guy goes straight for the clit. So, I go for it. She’s so wet she’s slippery, and I rub her nub. She lays her cheek on the bed and stares out to the side. I know I’ve found the right spot when her eyes close and her back arches. She pushes her bottom back to meet me. She’s so tight like this that I can barely keep from shooting my load inside her. I stop and roll her back over.
“You’re going to give a girl whiplash with all this flipping back and forth,” she says on a laugh.
“Nope. Just an orgasm,” I say. I hope. I push her legs open wide and stare down at her.
She laughs. “Oh, you’re going to make me come like crazy, right?”
I look up and heave a sigh. “Do you taunt every man you’re with like this?”
Her smile fades.
“No wonder no one comes back for seconds,” I say. I pull out of her, close her legs, and roll her to the side.
She sits up and her jaw falls open. “Who the fuck do you think–”
I point to my chest. “I’m the guy you’re fucking,” I say.
“Well, not anymore,” she bites out.
“No man in his right mind can take all that mouth,” I tell her.
“My mouth just happens to be amazing,” she counters. “You want to try that?” But she’s already reaching for her robe, so I have a feeling that’s off the table.
“Can I tell you something?” My heart is beating like mad.
“Please enlighten me,” she replies, her tone pure acid.
“I wanted to have sex with that girl who wrote the beautiful song and then climbed into my lap. She was beautiful and sexy and interesting.” And she promised she would cuddle with me after.
She nods. “Then you found out what I’m really like.”
“No. That’s just it.”
She shushes me and glances toward the door like she’s afraid someone will hear us, so I try to be quiet.
“That’s just it,” I whisper fiercely. “I didn’t find out what you’re really like. I found out how you want to be for all the rest of them.” I shake my head. “Never mind.”
I pick up my jeans and shake them out.
“Wait,” she says quietly. “I don’t understand.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “It’s like you’re playing a part. You’re working so hard to keep me from seeing you that I can’t get close to you at all. That’s all.”
“I am not–”
“Why did you want to fuck me?”
Her voice is small. “Because you were here.”
I nod.
“There’s nothing wrong with a woman who just likes to have sex.”
“I agree.”
She walks by me and I grab her hips. I lift the edge of her robe and look at her ass. “My handprint is on your ass,” I say. I bend my head and bite it and she stops breathing.
“I can’t believe you hit me.”
“Neither can I.” I laugh and nibble the curve of her bottom. “You want to try again?” I ask against her skin.
She turns and climbs onto my lap, straddling me. She pumps my dick in her hand and then positions me at her heat. I hold my breath as she slides down my dick, taking me inside.
Her arms wrap around my neck and she sucks my earlobe between her teeth, nibbling gently. I lick across the side of her throat and bite her skin ever so gently. Her pussy trembles around me. “You like that?” I ask.
She freezes, and I see something move in her eyes. Something needy and vulnerable and wanting.
“I’m not going to let you use me like you use the rest of them,” I say, and I rock my hips, sliding deep inside her.
She fights my hands holding hers, and I just squeeze tighter. She laughs. “So you want to make love to me?” She rolls her eyes.
I shake my head and then take her nipple into my mouth. It’s hot and hard and sweet against my tongue. She tips her hips, trying to get me to move. “No, I want to fuck you.” I sink as deep as I can go inside her, and a cry leaves her throat, tickling my ear. “I want to fuck you,” I say again. I pull out and slide back in, going as deep as I can go.
If I say I want to fuck you a hundred more times, maybe I’ll believe it.
She wiggles her fingers. “Let me touch you,” she says.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because you want to take control, and I don’t want to give it to you.” I pump my hips. She arches to meet me, giving me all of her.
“You want to be in charge,” she says on a laugh, and it almost pushes me out of her. I burrow in deep and stop moving.
“No.” I shake my head. “I just don’t want you to use me like the others. That’s all.”
“You want to be special.” She drops her voice down to a purr. “You’re special, baby, just like all the rest.”
I pull out of her and flip her over, then smack her ass as I sink inside her from behind.
“Did you just hit me?” She stops moving. But her hands are fisted in the sheets, so I know she’s not angry. She’s turned on. Still.
She arches her back and pushes against me, taking all of me, and I have to grit my teeth and work hard not to come.
I slide my hand beneath her hip and find her pussy. In every porn flick I’ve ever seen, the guy goes straight for the clit. So, I go for it. She’s so wet she’s slippery, and I rub her nub. She lays her cheek on the bed and stares out to the side. I know I’ve found the right spot when her eyes close and her back arches. She pushes her bottom back to meet me. She’s so tight like this that I can barely keep from shooting my load inside her. I stop and roll her back over.
“You’re going to give a girl whiplash with all this flipping back and forth,” she says on a laugh.
“Nope. Just an orgasm,” I say. I hope. I push her legs open wide and stare down at her.
She laughs. “Oh, you’re going to make me come like crazy, right?”
I look up and heave a sigh. “Do you taunt every man you’re with like this?”
Her smile fades.
“No wonder no one comes back for seconds,” I say. I pull out of her, close her legs, and roll her to the side.
She sits up and her jaw falls open. “Who the fuck do you think–”
I point to my chest. “I’m the guy you’re fucking,” I say.
“Well, not anymore,” she bites out.
“No man in his right mind can take all that mouth,” I tell her.
“My mouth just happens to be amazing,” she counters. “You want to try that?” But she’s already reaching for her robe, so I have a feeling that’s off the table.
“Can I tell you something?” My heart is beating like mad.
“Please enlighten me,” she replies, her tone pure acid.
“I wanted to have sex with that girl who wrote the beautiful song and then climbed into my lap. She was beautiful and sexy and interesting.” And she promised she would cuddle with me after.
She nods. “Then you found out what I’m really like.”
“No. That’s just it.”
She shushes me and glances toward the door like she’s afraid someone will hear us, so I try to be quiet.
“That’s just it,” I whisper fiercely. “I didn’t find out what you’re really like. I found out how you want to be for all the rest of them.” I shake my head. “Never mind.”
I pick up my jeans and shake them out.
“Wait,” she says quietly. “I don’t understand.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “It’s like you’re playing a part. You’re working so hard to keep me from seeing you that I can’t get close to you at all. That’s all.”
“I am not–”
“Why did you want to fuck me?”
Her voice is small. “Because you were here.”
I nod.
“There’s nothing wrong with a woman who just likes to have sex.”
“I agree.”
She walks by me and I grab her hips. I lift the edge of her robe and look at her ass. “My handprint is on your ass,” I say. I bend my head and bite it and she stops breathing.
“I can’t believe you hit me.”
“Neither can I.” I laugh and nibble the curve of her bottom. “You want to try again?” I ask against her skin.
She turns and climbs onto my lap, straddling me. She pumps my dick in her hand and then positions me at her heat. I hold my breath as she slides down my dick, taking me inside.
Her arms wrap around my neck and she sucks my earlobe between her teeth, nibbling gently. I lick across the side of her throat and bite her skin ever so gently. Her pussy trembles around me. “You like that?” I ask.
