Just One Night

19. Would you like that?!

Daniel

I take off her pant and throw it away. She whimpers at my fingers brushing her thighs in the process. I kiss her soft feet and smile at her.

She is needy and I am winning at nurturing it. She has to know what I am capable to do.

"Yeah," she groans wiggling in the sheet. I slowly make my way down to her thigh and stall over there.

"Do you like it, baby?"

She hums and clutches hard the pillow.

"Say it aloud, Sarah baby."

"Yes." She whimpers as I go down and bite at the inside of her thigh, almost there. She inclines towards my mouth in need but I deny her.

She had run away earlier after the sexy nights. I had been through then and given it to her because I couldn't control myself. Now I will deny her or prolong it. So I just do that.

"Daniel." She cries in agitation and I can't stop enjoying it.

"You want me, don't you?" I say still touching her lightly over her pantyhose.

"Yes. Stop teasing me." She manages with a strong glare. Her breath is heavy and demanding.

She sits up and begins to unbutton my shirt and kisses the side of my neck.

When she is done opening my shirt, she traces her fingers over my chest and my...Holy shit.

I gasp.

"You are rock hard, Danny." She whispers between the kisses over my neck.

She unbuckles my belt and unzips me and touches me raw and soft. A moan escapes my mouth when she squeezes my balls lightly.

"Do you like it?" She whispers in my ear.

I chuckle.

"I fucking love it. "  I whisper between the raw passion she coaxes in me.

I slipped my hand down her ass and grabbed it while she worked up my cock. Slow and soft.

Our eyes meet. The fire ignites and we both dissolve.

"I know, " she whispers back.

"Then be mine," I say as I push down her panties and take them off.

"Fuck me now, Please," she whispers.

I chuckle.

I get off the bed and take off my pants. I get the condom from the bedside drawer. I slide it over my cock and place myself between her thigh.

"Are you ready?" I ask.

"Yes."

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"You make me feel like a whore." She mumbles.

After hot sex, she is laying over my arms wrapped in my comforter. I couldn't keep my hands on myself and run them over her soft breast. I just love the tenderness. She is inert to this affection.
And then she says that.

Whore?! I would like her to be that just for me.

"That had never been my intention," I mumble putting the curls behind her ears. The silky curls plummet back again and she shakes them away.

"Why do you keep showing up then?" She says with a challenge in her voice. She looks up at me.

If I could put my finger on it.

Why do I keep showing up?

"I just want you," I say and shrug.

She isn't satisfied. She looks at me to find answers herself. After a few long seconds, she falls back on my chest.