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“I want to fuck you with the lights on,” I told her as I kicked off my shoes. “I want to see it all.”
Kicking her pants to the side, she asked, “And you think that I might have a problem with that?”
I shrugged as my hands went to my jeans. “Some women don’t like the lights on.”
“How about you just trust me enough to know that I’ll tell you if there’s something that you’re doing that I don’t like?”
“That’s fair,” I agreed as I kicked my jeans over to join hers. “Lose the shirt, baby.”
I watched as she grabbed the hem, then pulled it up over her head, her blonde hair loose and falling back all around her shoulders. She looked stunning in just her bra and panties, and I loved that they didn’t match. Skylar wasn’t here to impress me; she was here to give as good as I had promised that I could give it to her.
Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs, I held her gaze as I lowered them down and over my thighs. My dick was already hard, so it wasn’t as if she hadn’t already gotten an eyeful with it bulging through my boxers.
Her blue eyes flared with desire, but determined not to come off as a rookie, instead of praising the size of my dick, Skylar reached back to unhook her bra. It fell off her shoulders and down her arms with ease, and my mouth started fucking watering.
Fisting my hands at my sides, I kept watching as she slid her hands into the sides of her panties, then pushed them down her sweet thighs. My eyes immediately flew towards the apex of her thighs, and I could see a nicely trimmed triangle of hair resting above her clit, the rest of her completely bare.
Raising my eyes to lock with hers, I said, “Get on the bed.” She smirked, and I couldn’t ever remember wanting to put a woman in her place so fucking badly. “On all fucking fours.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” she replied, and it was clear that she was winning right now.
*****
Skylar~
With the size of his dick, there was no way that I wasn’t going to cum or have a good time. Landen would have to literally put in the effort to be bad in bed for this to suck.
When I’d seen the outline of his dick through his underwear, it’d taken everything in me not to swoon. However, while I was here for some great sex, I was also here to prove that women could do no-strings-attached sex. Whether he realized it or not, he had thrown down the gauntlet earlier, and I was going to show this sexy man just what it meant to be friends-with-benefits.
Climbing up on the mattress, I made sure to face my ass towards him as I crawled to the center of the hotel bed. Now, this wasn’t because I thought that I was some sort of sexy siren, mind you. I had flaws like most women, and I was also my own worst critic. However, in spite of that, I was still sexually confident. I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t afraid to go after it. I was fortunate enough that I didn’t let my insecurities sabotage my experiences in the bedroom.
“Fuck, you have a nice ass,” Landen hissed from somewhere behind me, and I just grinned to myself. While I didn’t need his compliments because this was just sex, I could still appreciate them.
I looked back over my shoulder at him. “I have condoms in my purse in case you didn’t bring enough.”
His lips curled in a sexy smirk. “Oh, I brought plenty, baby.”
I found it curious that he kept calling me baby, but I figured that I might be reading too much into it. It might be what he called all the women that he was with. Some guys wanted to make sure that the wrong name wasn’t accidentally called out.
I turned my head back to face the pillows. If he wanted face down and ass up, then I had no problem with that. This first time was going to set the pace for what we were doing, so the more vulgar that we acted, the farther away from feelings we were. Plus, it helped to keep me from getting distracted by his hard body and colored ink. Landen had tattoos everywhere, and they were sexy as hell.
When I felt the weight of his body sink into the mattress, I curled my fingers into the comforter, waiting for what he was going to do. I’d thought about this moment for a long time, and that was before I’d gotten a good look at the size of his dick.
“What won’t you do, baby?” he asked, and it was time to be honest and not coy.
“Anything that you want,” I answered. “Just nothing too extreme.”
I felt one of his hands grab a huge chunk of my ass before he started rubbing it. “What’s your definition of extreme?”
“No hanging me from the ceiling, putting a bag over my face, or anything that would bring shame and disgrace to my family if this ends up a crime scene,” I replied drolly.
“Christ, you have one hell of an imagination,” he chuckled.
“You asked,” I pointed out.
“Well, I’m not into any of that,” he said. “I might like rough sex, but I’m into my partner surviving the experience more.” His hand slapped one of my ass cheeks softly. “I was talking more about anal.”
Anal sex was a tricky thing. The man had to know what he was doing in order for it to be pleasurable for the woman. A few years ago, I had dated a guy long enough to try it, and while it’d been pleasant enough, his eagerness had taken away from what it could have been for me.
