Pretend I'm Yours (Pretend 1)

She finally takes a peek, and her hand covers her mouth to hold in her gasp. Her eyes are almost popping out of her head, and her cheeks are red.

I laugh. “First time seeing a cock?”

“No, just…um…yours is…um.”

“You like it?”

“Yes,” she breathes, finally gaining the confidence to look me in the eyes. And when she does, everything disappears. The embarrassment. The playfulness. The tinge of anger.

It’s all replaced with lust.

She wants to fuck me. She’s desperate for it. Good.

I pull open the drawer and find a condom, tossing it on the bed, so

I don’t have to find one later.

She bites her lip and runs her hands over my abs.

“I like these,” she says.

I grin.

I flip her over and am rewarded with a whimper.

I unzip and pull off her dress sharply, before flipping her back over to get my own glimpse of her abs.

“I like these,” I growl in return, before lowering my head to kiss her smooth stomach, rippling with muscles.

She grins and runs her hands through my hair, as I work my way up her body. Kissing over her white bra and cleavage, to her neck, and finally finding her mouth.

So many whimpers escape her lips, and this time her cheeks flush with need instead of embarrassment.

She arches her back as I kiss her, forcing my cock into her stomach. I swear I almost come like a fifteen-year-old boy from the touch of her body against mine.

What’s wrong with me?

I need to slow this down if I want a chance at making her come on my cock and not embarrass myself. It’s just because it’s been so long without sex. That’s all. It has nothing to do with the particular woman underneath me.

“How could a woman as beautiful and intelligent as you still be a virgin?” I ask, as I slow my kisses on her neck.

The question was meant to be rhetorical. It was meant to be a compliment, but from the way her body has stilled, I don’t think she took it that way.

I stop, leaning off her body.

“I didn’t mean anything by it. I just meant you are so incredible. I can’t believe how lucky I am that I get to be with you first. I’m amazing in bed, so you’re pretty lucky that you get to learn from the best,” I say, with a wink.

She doesn’t smile. She doesn’t move.

“I should tell you before we do this,” she says, sitting up, pushing my naked body back.

I narrow my eyes at her, not understanding her words.

“I don’t want you to find out later, think I was hiding it, and it ruin our friendship,” she says.

I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, but it does nothing to tame the wildness of her hair that already looks like I fucked her.

“There is nothing you could tell me that will make me stop wanting to fuck you right now.”