“Now you know how I felt when Joyce Maynard tried to fuck on you on the exam table.”
He grinned. “I knew it. You were jealous.”
“I wanted to scratch her eyes out. And pop your nuts.”
He winced. “Ouch.” He gave me a quick kiss. “So, tell me, Mia, if you only felt affection for a man, what about your urges?” The glint in his eyes was naughty.
“I didn’t fuck a bunch of men like you did women.”
“Did you touch yourself? I’d like to see that.”
My pussy swelled with pressure and wetness at the idea of Nick watching me pleasure myself. “Yes. I had help. Battery operated help.”
His eyes flashed with wild heat. “Do you still have it?”
“Somewhere. I don’t think I’ve unpacked it since I’ve had the real thing.” I wrapped my fingers around his cock, growing thick and long.
“Did you think of me when you used it?” His hand cupped my breast and he lifted it up, giving it a quick suck in his lips.
I gasped at the shot of pleasure it sent to my pussy. “Yes.”
“What did you fantasize about?” His thumb brushed back and forth over my nipple.
“Lots of things.” I ran my thumb over his tip, spreading the pre-cum that formed.
“Like what?”
“Some we’ve done. Like when you use your mouth. Or from behind.” I rose over him, straddling over his thighs. “I like riding you.”
“I live to make your dreams come true, baby.” He reached between my legs, running his finger through my folds. “You’re wet just thinking about it.”
I stroked his dick. “You’re hard just thinking about it.”
“I’m always hard around you.” His hands slid up my thighs to my waist. “Take me inside you, Mia. Fuck me.”
I rested my hands on his chest as I lifted my body up and over his dick. I took my time sliding down over him, savoring every delectable inch of him.
“So fucking good.” He levered up, burying his face in my breasts, licking, sucking, biting.
Instinctively my body knew what to do. My hips rocked and swiveled. “Nick,” I gasped holding his head to my breasts.
“Yeah, baby?” He looked at me straight in the eyes, as his hands replaced his mouth on my breasts.
“Am I sexy enough for you?”
“Are you kidding me, Mia?” His hands cradled my face. “No one has ever gotten me off like you do. There’s a difference between sex and making love. With you, only you, it’s making love.”
My heart swelled, as my ego was soothed.
“What about me? Do I turn you on?”
What a dumb question. “Yes, you know you do.”
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“Am I too demanding? Are there things I’m asking that you don’t like?”
I shook my head. “I want to make you happy.”