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“You weren’t ready to ask weeks ago,” I tell her as I strip out of my shirt, tossing it across the room to the dirty clothes basket.
“I’m ready now.”
To show me her words have a double meaning, she spreads her legs and trails her hand over her belly. The sheer purple fabric is a dark contrast to her creamy skin. My eyes follow her every move as she slips her hand beneath the tiny scrap of lace that’s supposed to serve as panties.
“So ready,” she breathes.
That spurs me into action. I make quick work of shedding my lounge pants that I changed into when I got home and my boxer briefs. I grip my cock and squeeze tightly. I send up a silent prayer that I don’t embarrass myself. She’s my every fantasy.
“Tell me what you want, Charlie.”
“You, Spencer.”
“You have me.”
“You know what I mean.” She’s right. I do know what she means, but I need to hear her say it. I need the words to be spoken out loud from her pouty lips.
“I need the words, baby.”
“I want to feel you inside me.”
Not good enough, beautiful.I take a step toward the bed, my cock still fisted in my hand as I make lazy strokes. “My tongue? My fingers? My cock? We have so many options. I want to make sure I give you exactly what you want.”
“All of the above.” She huffs out a frustrated laugh.
“Tell me.”
Her heated blue eyes blazing with need settle on me. I know when she opens her mouth, it’s going to be all I can do not to come from her saying the words. “I want your tongue. I want your fingers. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. I want all of it, Spencer. All of you. Please,” she adds sweetly as she licks her lips.
“Good girl,” I rasp as I take my final step toward the bed, reach into the nightstand, and grab the unopened box of condoms I put there earlier today. Another fail-safe to make sure we had to wait was having no protection in the house. We’ve had the talk about our histories, but until I know for certain she’s mine for a lifetime, I can’t go bare. She’ll ruin me.
“Didn’t peg you as a boy scout,” she teases.
“Always protecting you,” I reply, and those blazing baby blues turn soft. Climbing on the bed, I settle beside her, propping my head up with one elbow while the other starts to explore. “This purple, it looks good on you.”
“I hoped you would like it,” she replies, her voice soft.
“I do, but I’d prefer you in nothing.”
“Let me take care of that.” Before I can stop her, she’s rolling to the other side of the bed and standing. She quickly loses the purple nightie and the strip of lace that is supposed to be panties and crawls back on the bed on her hands and knees.
“Change of plans,” she says, pushing on my shoulder so that I’ll fall to my back. “I need you.”
“You have me,” I tell her.
“I don’t see your cock inside me,” she says, reaching out and gripping my cock. She makes a few long strokes before she speaks again. “I don’t feel your tongue or your fingers inside me either.”
“I was getting there.” I smile up at her.
“Well, I think I’m going to take another ask.”
“Anything.”
Instead of voicing what she wants, she straddles my hips. She’s still gripping my cock, lazily stroking me as if we have all night, and we do, but I don’t know—no, I do know that I’m not going to last that long.
“Tell me.”
“I’m ready for you.”
