Everything for Her (For Her 1)

“Every time I wake up, I have to make sure you’re real,” he says before he’s licking and kissing my neck again, making me arch my back, pushing my breasts farther into his hand. “Make sure I didn’t dream you were here with me.” He thrusts again, and his teeth graze my neck. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

It isn’t a question, so I don’t answer him. I should get annoyed with how he’s always bossing me around and making me do what he wants, but my body isn’t getting that message. My pussy clenches around his cock harder and begs him to make me come.

I reach behind me, sliding my fingers into his hair, needing to touch him. I need something to grab on to, because I sense it getting closer. The orgasm is almost here, and I know I’m going to explode.

“You like when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?” I moan his name in response, still feeling a little shy saying what I want. I’m getting the hang of the sex thing, but my dirty talk isn’t there. But I want him to keep going, because he’s right. I like it. Hell, I think I might love it.

“That’s really good, baby, because I’ve been thinking about the things I’ve wanted to do to you for years. I can’t wait to tell you what I’ll be doing to this body for the rest of our lives.”

“Please,” I beg.

“Fucking love when you beg me. It makes me feel like you want me as bad as I want you. Beg me. Beg me, and I’ll give you anything.”

“Please, Oz, make me come. Please,” I plead. I’m so close, a little more. He’s slowed down his thrusts, and I’m going insane. A little harder is all I need.

“Ask me to come inside you,” he moans against my ear. His words make my stomach do a little flip. He releases my leg, but I keep it in place while his hand travels down to my clit and his finger brushes over it, not giving me the pressure I need.

“Come inside me, Oz. Fill me up with you,” I cry out, and he does. Thrusting deep, his fingers finally give me what I need and he sends me over. He jerks behind me as I clamp down around him, my orgasm taking me. His warm release fills me and my desire deepens from the sensation.

I don’t know how long I lie there, enjoying the aftermath of our pleasure while he places soft kisses along my neck. Since I hit this bed last night, I think at least one part of him has been touching me nonstop. Almost like he can’t help himself.

“You didn’t leave,” he finally says, making me giggle. I don’t think I could’ve gotten out of this bed even if I wanted to.

“I could barely move with how you were wrapped around me last night.” I was lucky I could breathe at a few points.

“Sorry,” he mumbles against my neck, and I don’t believe for a second he’s sorry at all. I wiggle against him and he tightens his grip, proving my point.

“I really do need to use the bathroom.”

He sighs, reluctantly letting me go, and I shyly stand. The curtains in the room are pulled back and the morning sun fills the room, exposing every inch of me. Once on my feet, the moisture of our night together runs down my thighs.

“Fuck, I like seeing that.” Oz’s eyes are trained between my legs, and after a second he lunges for me. He pulls me back toward the bed, saying he wants a better look. My cheeks warm, which is silly because Oz has seen me there more than a few times now. He runs a finger up my thigh into the wetness, and damn him.

“Bathroom,” I whisper, making him look up at me.

He nods. “Don’t shower. I’ll cook for us, then we’ll shower,” he says, pulling himself from the bed and giving me a quick kiss. I try to deepen it, but he pulls back. “You’ll end up back in the bed, sweetheart,” he warns, making me smile. I like how I seem to test his control.

He walks over to a closet, pulling out a shirt and handing it to me. “You can wear this.” He slides it on over my head, not really giving me an option. But it’s not like I’m about to put on the dress from last night. It’s in a pile on the floor, and I’m not sure I’m ready to walk around naked, so I let him dress me.

“Scrambled eggs and bacon?” he asks, before giving me another quick kiss.

“Yes.” He kisses me on the cheek this time before turning to grab his boxer briefs off the floor and sliding them on. He walks out of the bedroom door, and I can’t help but watch him go. He’s got a great ass.