The area between my legs ached from the stretch, but I also felt a sense of peace wash over me, a calmness that could only be attributed to the intense pleasure I’d just received. His bed had never felt more comfortable, and I could easily drift off to sleep that very moment.
But we both had work in the morning, so I shouldn’t stay. Last time, he let me stay over, but he quickly kicked me out the next day. That wasn’t a fun memory.
Before I could get too tired, I sat up and felt his come slowly sink to my entrance. I still had my dress on, so I just had to hop out of the bed and grab my panties. I spotted them on the floor, so I stood up and felt his come shift inside me again, the heavy and warm substance that made me feel like a woman.
“What are you doing?” His deep voice filled the quiet and dark bedroom.
“Getting dressed.”
“Why?” He sat up and looked at me, his disgruntled features visible in the lights of the city.
“Because if I don’t put some panties on, I’m going to get your come everywhere. All over the elevator floor and the back seat of the car.” I picked them up and pulled them on.
“If you keep talking like that, I’m going to fuck you again.”
“It’s just the truth.”
He patted the bed beside him. “Get your ass back here.”
“We have work in the morning.”
“Then we’ll go to work in the morning.”
“I’ll have to get up earlier so I can get back on time.”
He patted the bed again, but this time harder. “Get your ass back over here now. Or I’ll make you.”
I stood with my hands on my hips. “Do you want me to stay?”
“Why else would I be acting barbaric right now?”
“Last time, you kicked me out pretty rudely.”
“Well, it’s not going to be like last time. So take off that dress and get into bed.” He pulled the sheets back so we could both crawl inside. His dick had softened, but it was still impressive in size. It rested against his stomach, having the potential to balloon to twice its size in thirty seconds.
I pulled the dress over my head. “What am I going to wear?”
He nodded to his dresser. “There are t-shirts in there. Grab whatever one you want.”
I helped myself to his clothes and pulled out a black t-shirt. The cotton surrounded me, smelling like laundry detergent. I moved back to bed and got under the covers beside him. “Your bed is comfy…”
“I’m comfier.” He pulled me across the bed toward him so I was right against his chest. He hiked my leg over his waist so we could sleep close together, my tits against his hard chest. His hand slid under the cotton of my shirt so he could grip my waist as he closed his eyes.
I was tired a minute ago, but now I was wide awake. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.” He rested his face close to mine, his brown eyes open.
“Am I the only woman you’ve slept with twice? Since Simone?”
He slightly cringed at the sound of her name. “Yes. In the last five years.”
“So you’ve never wanted to sleep with your other lovers more than once?”
“I wouldn’t call them lovers, just transactions. We weren’t two people making love or fucking. It was just me taking their virginity as they lay there. They were compensated with cash, so lover isn’t the right word.”
“Fine. But I’m the only one?”
He nodded. “You’re the only one.”
“Why is that?” I’d run out on him twice, and instead of forgetting about me, he’d offered me more money. He negotiated with me when any other man would have forgotten me. “From the beginning, you’ve wanted me more than the others.”
He considered my question for a long time before he verbalized a response. “I guess I respected you. You had nothing, but you continued to hold on to your virtue like it was worth more than all the money in the world. I was mean and aggressive with you, and you didn’t want that to be your first time. So you turned me down…turned down all that cash. You have morals…and most people in this town don’t. I guess I wanted to be what you wanted me to be. It made me patient and understanding. It made me gentle. It made me want you so bad that I was willing to do anything to have you.”
I tamed this monster, made him feel gentle emotions for the first time in five years, maybe ever. I forced him to remember he had a soul, that women weren’t just products on the shelf at a supermarket, but we had real feelings. The night he finally popped my cherry, he lit candles all over the room and sprinkled rose petals on the bed. The man I’d originally met never would have done those things. “You know what I think?”