My dick starts to get hard and I reach down to stroke it further to life. “You can get on this bed. I have things planned for you.”

Like putting your legs on my shoulders so I can pound inside of you extra-deep.

Kate walks up to the bed slowly, her eyes holding mine. When she reaches the side, she says, “That’s not going to work for me.”

My hand stills against my cock and I narrow my eyes at her. “Why not?”

Her hand reaches out and she trails her fingers down my stomach. My muscles leap in subservience to her sweet touch. “Because I have things planned for you.”

Didn’t think it was possible, but I get harder just from those few words. While my intent had been to overtake and possess Kate, to dominate her and do with her body what I wanted to ease my frustration and guilt, I am suddenly very interested to see what she can do for me.

I release my cock and put my hands behind my head. With a devilish smile, I tell her, “I’m all yours.”

Doubt and sadness flash through her eyes, because she knows those words are just a figure of speech…they don’t mean anything really at all within the bounds of our relationship. But then she gives me an understanding smile.

She’s always so fucking understanding.

Makes me feel even more guilty.

Kate turns, rummages through my nightstand drawer, and comes up with a condom. She tosses it on the bed beside me, and then pulls her tank top over her head. I have to suppress the groan when those fabulous breasts swing free and I clench my fingers together behind my head because I want them in my hands so badly. My cock leaps when she shimmies out of her little shorts, panties sliding down right with them.

My pulse starts thumping hard when she crawls onto the bed, pushing my legs apart so she can scoot her way between them. She kneels with the edge of her knees practically brushing up against my balls and stares down at my erection with calculated lust.

I’m not sure I’ll survive this.

Without a word to me—without even looking up at me—she places her hands on the mattress by my hips and takes me in her mouth.

And sweet, fucking, merciful Zeus…it may be the best feeling in the world. One delicate hand reaches up under the curtain of hair that falls all around her and wraps around the base of my dick when she licks and sucks slowly at me. She’s teasing me, getting me worked up, with no intention of me coming right away.

And that’s fine by me, because with every touch, all of my worries melt away until there is nothing but her beautiful head bobbing up and down on my cock.

My hands go to her head, and even though I’m okay with the concept of her taking me slowly, my body starts to demand on its own. My hips thrust upward, trying to urge her faster…maybe a little bit harder…definitely deeper.

Instead, Kate pulls off of me, licking her swollen lips while her eyes rise to mine.

God, she’s so beautiful. Sweet and beautiful and way too good for the likes of me.

She turns away from me slightly and grabs the condom. She fumbles with it for just a minute, because I normally do this, but she finally gets it open. With determination, she takes it out and carefully rolls it over my swollen shaft, gently smoothing it down and squeezing me when she’s finished.

And even though I know what’s coming next…even though I’ve fantasized about her riding me a zillion times, I’m still not quite ready for it when she straddles me.

Our eyes lock, my breath catches and I hold it tight with anticipation. She rises up and then takes me in hand, holding me straight so she can drop down onto me.

And fuck…that first inch into her and my eyes roll into the back of my head, I get dizzy with lust, and my hands clamp onto her hips with an insane need to slam her down on me.

I don’t, though. I can feel my pulse pounding, every muscle in my body clenched and my lungs screaming for me to take a revitalizing breath in, but I wait.

I wait, and it’s with good reward. Kate’s head falls back and her long hair brushes my thighs…it’s like I can feel every strand against my skin, and then she pushes all the way down onto me.

“Kate,” I groan out reverently, the feel of her body enveloping me so tightly. My fingers dig deep into her hips and I know that will leave marks on her skin.

“Shhh,” she says with gentleness as she rotates her hips slowly. “Try to relax, baby.”

Not a fucking chance.

Most beautiful girl ever sitting on my cock and I’m about ready to explode. Giving me everything I need right in this moment without expecting a fucking thing back from me.

I so don’t deserve this, but I am so going to take it.

Kate starts a steady rhythm, lifting up and sinking back down on me. It’s not going to take me long…I’m too pent-up with frustration. I need release too much.

But I don’t want to leave her behind, so I slide one hand over her lower stomach, spread my fingers wide, and press my thumb down on her clit. She gasps and shudders, coming to a faltering stop for a moment, but when she realizes that every stroke she gives me will give her an equal one in return, she resumes her motions.

But they’re not as lazy now. She picks up the speed, leaning forward a bit and putting her hands on my chest for leverage. Her breasts sway beautifully and I’d be mesmerized by them if it wasn’t for the needful look in her eyes.

Her breathing quickens, as does mine.

Her hips move faster and I add to the mix, thrusting gently up against her.

My thumb presses against her harder and she starts a mewling noise that is fucking sexy as hell and has me about ready to burst.