just fucking begging for me to pull over, lean my seat back, and sit her on my face so I could make her scream.
Never been attracted to a vagina itself, before. The woman attached to it, sure, but—perhaps oddly—I’ve never really spent too much time examining a girl’s hoo-ha in detail. More focused on getting inside it, touching it to make her feel good.
But Torie? Even her pussy was a delicate, pink blossom of sensual beauty.
God, I was in trouble.
I had to turn the music up in an attempt to distract myself. Telling her she could be naked had been a mistake. I was not strong-willed enough, not by a long damn shot.
“You all right?” I heard her ask, turning the music back down.
I gritted my teeth and nodded. “Yep.”
“Why do I not believe you?”
I sighed, laughed ruefully. “I’m an idiot, that’s why.”
She frowned at me. “Why do you say that?”
“Because I clearly overestimated my willpower.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning you sitting there naked is more of a problem for me than I thought. Which is on me, not you. I just…” I hissed. “Resisting you was hard enough when I didn’t know what you looked like naked, how you feel, how you taste, what you sound like when you come. Now that I’ve had that taste, it’s damn near impossible.”
She chewed on that a moment. “Why…why do you have to resist me?”
“Because I can’t have you.”
“You already have, though.”
I shook my head. “What we did in that hotel room? That was…shit, that was like getting one little bite of fresh-made key lime pie and being told I can’t have a whole piece. It was a tease.”
She frowned at me, hard. “Rhys, I wasn’t teasing you.”
I rubbed my face with one hand. “I know that, dammit. I wasn’t saying you’re a tease. You ain’t. Not at all. Far from. I’m saying, I want so much fuckin’ more with you, and knowin’ I can’t have it? It’s a tease. And it ain’t your fault.”
“What is it you want, then, Rhys?”
“I don’t think I oughta say. I’m not trying to get you to do anything you’re not ready for.”
“Maybe I am ready, though.”
I hesitated. “You say that, but are you? How do you know you are?”
“Wait, wait. You’re not even saying what it is you want that you think I’m not ready for.” She tugged her hair out of the braid and ran her fingers through it, letting the long black tresses hang over her shoulders, so it nearly covered the tips of her breasts. “This conversation isn’t fair and doesn’t make sense if we’re not clear and on the same page about it.”
“It’s about sex, Torie,” I snapped, unfairly. “It’s about the difference in what you’re willing and ready to do, and what you aren’t. It’s about how I want you, all of you. Mind, heart, soul, and body, I just fuckin’ want you, Torie Goode. And I want…I want to have sex with you.”
I shook my head. Hissed in frustration as I hunted for a way to put it strongly enough that she’d get it.
“I want to fuck you,” I said, my voice low, growling. “That clear enough for you? I want you to ride me in that passenger seat, my cock buried to the hilt inside your soaking wet pussy. I want to pull over, drag you into the grass, put you on your hands and knees and fuck you from behind until your ass shakes. I want you in a hotel bed, on your back with your legs around my waist while I fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until you beg me for a break from being fucked.”
I looked at her, gave her the full, unfiltered intensity of my gaze. “You know, when I slept in that seat there, earlier, I had a wet dream about you. Legit, I woke up with my cock hard and seconds from coming. You know what I was dreaming about? You, straddling me. Taking my cock and riding me as hard as you could. Tits bouncing, screaming my name. That’s what I dreamed about. That’s what I want.” I was worked up, emotional, hands shaking; I pulled over onto the shoulder again. “I want more than that, though. More than sex. More than fucking. I want to make love to you, Torie. I want all the emotions that go with it. I want to make love to you and never stop. That’s what I want.”