“I know. You told me that in the hot tub.”
“I told you I loved you. I didn’t tell you I liked you.”
“You told me two days ago you didn’t like me.”
“You’ve grown on me.”
Ian smiled as he settled in on top of her. Flash opened her legs and lifted her hips for him.
“I like that you like me,” he said. “I like that almost as much as I like that you love me. I like you, too.” He reached between their bodies and notched the tip of his cock at the entrance of her body, but didn’t go in yet. “Can you tell?”
She nodded slowly, panting, “I can tell.”
He rocked his hips, his cock sliding through her swollen folds. Still he didn’t enter her. He seemed intent on dragging this out as long as possible, delaying the inevitable. He was torturing her, and she loved it.
She moved with him, lifting her hips against him. He was as hard as she was wet. The muscles in her back knitted up with the sweet terrible tension. Ian put his hands on either side of her and rose up over her so that only their pelvises were touching. He rocked his hips again, another time, a third.
“Ian?”
“Yeah?”
“Please?”
He looked in her eyes without smiling, without speaking. Intense eye contact in bed usually made her a little nervous. It did now, too, except it also made her ache in the sweetest ways. This was real, her relationship with Ian. It was real and serious and was about to get much more serious. He tilted his hips and pushed the tip inside her. She inhaled and grasped the sheets between her fingers. Slowly he slid all the way in, filling her, stretching her, opening her, taking her, having her.
“Veronica...” He whispered her name as he penetrated her fully. When he was in, all the way, so was she. In lust, in love and in for good.
He lowered himself on top of her again, stretching out on her—face to face, chest to chest, hips to hips, eye to eye.
“How does it feel?” she asked as he pumped his hips again.
“Incredible.”
“Tell me,” she said. “Please? You made me do it.”
“You really want to know what your pussy feels like on my cock?”
“Yes.”
“That’s asking a lot of a man when his cock is inside your pussy.”
“You made me do it,” she repeated. He laughed softly.
“True. It’s, ah...hard to explain. The first couple of thrusts are the best, especially if you’ve been hard for a long time before going in, like I have been all night. It makes your eyes roll back in your head, which I know isn’t sexy, but fuck, it feels so good you can’t help it.”
“It is sexy when you do it. I like seeing you enjoy my body.”
“You have no idea how much I enjoy your body. You’re really wet right now and hot. A hot wet pussy sort of feels like that soft smooth part of your mouth right inside of your cheek. You know, except tighter and there’s no teeth.”
“Tighter?”
“You’re clenching me again. I can really feel it. It’s not quite like being squeezed by a hand but sort of. You have this one muscle that I can feel when your pussy contracts. It’s like a finger squeezing instead of a whole hand.” He held up his hand and crooked his finger to demonstrate.
She concentrated and clenched her vaginal muscles around him. Ian flinched.
“Yes,” he said. “Just like that. And...” He paused to catch his breath. “It kind of feels like you’re pulling me in deeper when you do that.”
“I am.”