“Well?” she asks, her hips lifting with her impatience.
“Do you rush a viewing of theMona Lisa, Cherry? No, you take your time to admire its beauty.”
“Okay, well this particular Mona Lisa is on a limited exhibit, so…”
I chuckle at her restlessness, but I still move closer, too drawn to her to fully fight whatever pulls me to her. I clamber up onto the bed until I’m hovering over her, my cock painfully close to her pussy.
This isn’t safe, a deep, dark voice says in my mind. Even in the throes of pleasure, my mind doesn’t seem to be fucking safe.
“Hey,” Oakleigh says, her small hands reaching up to frame my face. I look down at her and my mind quietens by a fraction. She smiles up at me softly. “Mine is the only voice you need to listen to, okay?”
My body warms at the knowledge that she can tell what’s going on just by looking at me.
“I’m clean, okay? I get checked after every partner and there’s been no one for over a year.”
My eyes widen for two reasons; the first being: it’s been over a year for her?
The second…
“How could you tell what the thoughts were?”
“You shifted your hips back as your smile fell,” she says. “I know it’s not because you don’t trust me.”
“I trust you completely, Cherry.” I rest my forehead against hers.
It’s a new feeling for me. I’m not typically the kind of guy to display vulnerability during sex. Instead, I choose to make sex the one area in which I try and have full autonomy, hence why I’m so dominant and rough. Talking like this with Oakleigh, when I’m mere inches from being inside of her, is just another thing that has me sure she’s it for me, because I feel safe and wanted despite my flaws showing.
Her hands squeeze either side of my face and I bring my attention back to her.
“My voice is the only one that matters right now, okay? Yours and mine.”
I nod and my smile returns. Instead of saying thank you, I show her in a kiss, soft and grateful. She lifts her hips until her wet pussy is grinding against my aching cock, ready to claim her as mine completely, like some animal.
“Fuck me, Finley,” she says in a soft command, and I’m only too happy to oblige.
I reach between us, lining myself up with her and pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose before pushing inside of her. In my excitement, I must have pushed a bit too hard because she grips the back of my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Only my feelings if you think I’m that delicate,” she hits back.
It’s a challenge, one that I rise to happily. I pull out, leaving only the tip inside. I wait and I wait until Cherry is writhing beneath me, whining like a little puppy. She tries to wriggle closer to me, but I cut off the movement with a hand pressing down on her lower stomach. I want her to both beg for me to fill her completely and feel every inch when I do. Ten inches isn’t something most women can handle, but something tells me Oakleigh is feeling up to the challenge.
I lift her leg and place a kiss on her ankle.
“Tell me I’m out of the zone, Cherry.”
She growls her frustration, fighting against my hand with everything she’s got. That sound tells me she really doesn’t want to. I push in a little and back out again making her groan.
“I’m not giving you what you want until you give me what I need, Cherry. I need to know that I’m out of the zone just like I told you I could be.”
I keep pushing in and out all but an inch, the movement keeping her primed and ready for me.
“I’m going to ask you one last time, Cherry. Am I out of the zone?”
“Yes!” she cries, tears threatening to spill.
My smile is wicked. “Good girl.” And with one brutal thrust, I’m buried inside of her up to the hilt. Oakleigh screams for me, her back arching off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets like a lifeline.
