But she’s waiting for more, so that’s what I give her.

I yank my briefs down and step out, kicking them across the smooth wooden floor where the shorts are in a pile. At the same time, I lean down and kiss her stomach. Small, light, fluttering kisses that aren’t part of my normal repertoire. I swirl my tongue around her little belly button. There’s no piercing. No tattoos on this girl. No rebellious pink hair or edge to her voice or mannerisms that scream, I’m a rebel.

Because she’s not a rebel. She’s a nice, sweet girl.

So I’m gonna fuck her the way she deserves.

Her fingertips thread through my hair, urging me lower. But I go up instead of down. I fist both of her firm breasts as my mouth finds her nipples. She moans, and spreads her legs wider underneath me.

We are naked. Skin against skin. Not like the last time when it was hard and fast and we were partially clothed.

I take my kisses up to her neck and she shivers from my soft touch. I kiss her diamond earring and then breathe softly into her ear. “Fuck,” I say.

“Please,” she begs me back.

I scoot up a little more, kneeling on the soft mattress with my knees pressed against her ribs. My fully erect cock is reaching for her. The tip bumps up against her lips and she opens her mouth to let her tongue dart out. She swipes it over my head and then she reaches for my shaft as she opens wider and urges me forward.

I lean down, my hands flat on the bed on either side of her face, and angle my hips until my cock begins to disappear inside her mouth.

She sucks, and oh my God, she feels good. I pump a few times, making her grip tighten around my shaft. She shakes her head a little to let me know I’ve gone too deep, so I ease back just enough to let her take control for a second.

But the pause only lasts a second. Because her tongue is doing a little swirling dance now, and I can’t stop what I want. I want to bury my cock down her throat. I know she’s not capable of this, so I force myself to take it slow.

She responds by trying harder to take me in. She opens her mouth wider and then presses her lips down. The pressure is enough to make my head fall backwards from the pleasure.

And then her face moves forward, taking a little bit more.

Be patient, Fletcher, I warn myself. Be patient. She’s willing to try, so I let her take me any way she wants.

She sucks me like that for a few seconds, and then she reaches down to play with my balls. “Tiffy,” I say. “Fuck.”

Just as the word comes out of my mouth, she opens and thrusts forward one more time. Not swallowing me, but doing her best. And it’s enough. Fuck, yeah, it’s enough.

I pull out and lean down to kiss her mouth. “You make me feel so good,” I whisper into her mouth. “Scoot up a little.”

She braces herself on the bed and does as I ask, finding her way to the middle of my bed. Her legs are still open and the look on her face is one of hunger.

I’ve seen lust before. But I see more than that in Tiffy. I see what I want to see, because I see love.

I let out a long breath, knowing it’s a lie as soon as the thought completes in my mind. She’s confused. I did that to her. But I don’t care. Because I want her. Not just for a night. I want more.

So I grab a condom from my nightstand and tug it on. And then I ease on top of her, my legs alongside hers, my elbow resting on the bed now, so I can use my fingers to play with her hair as I kiss her mouth.

She kisses me back and I take some pleasure in the softness of her response. She’s not looking for the wall sex on the roof. She’s happy with what I’m giving her.

So I leave her mouth and kiss my way down her body and give her what she wanted a few minutes ago. When I get to her stomach, I hike her legs up, pressing on the back of her thighs so her knees are up to her chin.

And then I lick her pussy. She’s neatly trimmed. Perfectly trimmed. My tongue sweeps up and down, flicking against her clit when I get to the top, and then reaching for her little bud of an asshole on the downswing.

And with each lap around her pussy, she writhes. She reaches for my hair and grips it tight, and her little squeaks become more intense. Her hips begin to jerk from side to side, and I know it’s too much. But I’m not stopping. Not until she comes in my mouth. So I clamp down on her forearms and pin them to the bed. I take her clit between my lips and suck. Gently at first, to get her to calm down. And as soon as she does, I flick it wildly. Back and forth.

“Fletcher,” she moans. “Oh, shit, Fletcher!”

I’m too busy to answer because I know she’s close. But I let go of one arm so I can reach down between her legs and insert two fingers inside her. I pump a few times and she lets out a little scream.

“Oh, shit,” she says again. “Oh my God.” When I look up at her face to gauge how much more she can take, she’s biting her lip so hard, it draws blood.

She’s so close.

So I withdraw my fingers and strum her clit, just as my tongue thrusts up inside her pussy and she clamps my head between her legs with a long moan. Her whole body twists and I can taste her come in my mouth. It flows down to the rhythm of her orgasm and all the tension is released in that moment.

When I look up again, her eyes are closed and her head is to the side. She’s panting hard, taking long draws of breath as she basks in the afterglow of her pleasure.

I kiss my way back up her stomach, angling my body and my legs so my tip is poised just outside her entrance. And then I ease into her slick pussy.

This time I moan. She’s so fucking wet. And so fucking tight.

I push harder, making her arch her back. But her eyes are still closed when I check her face to see if I should stop.

I don’t stop. I press down on her breasts with my chest and take her mouth with mine. “Taste it, Tiffy.” She kisses me back without hesitation. Her nails dig into my back, clawing their way up as I pump inside her. Hard. And then harder. “I did that to you,” I say. “I made you taste like that.”

“Mmmm,” she moans, meeting my thrusts with her own. “More,” she mumbles. “I want to feel that again.”

I reach underneath her and roll us over, my cock never leaving her pussy. She’s too tired and too satiated to sit up and ride me, but that’s not what I want, anyway. I want her close. So I wrap my arms around her waist and upper back and hold her down on top of my chest. She hikes her legs up, so she’s practically on her knees, and lets me pound her from below. I grab her hair and pull her head back, not able to stop myself from getting a little rough with her. But she responds like we’ve been doing this for years. Like we are two parts of a whole. Like we’re a matching set.

She knows just what to do.

She looks me in the eyes, arches her back, and then we come together. I slide against the walls of her pussy. She’s gushing now, that’s how wet she is from coming twice. My contractions go on and on, semen spilling into the condom as wave after wave of pleasure fills me up and washes over me. I press my head into her breasts and bite one, just as the feeling begins to subside.

I ease out, rip the condom off and throw it into the trashcan on the side of the bed.

“Come here,” I growl, turning her body so her ass angles into my cock. I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her close as I kiss her cheek. “Fuck, Tiffy. That was amazing.”

“Mmmm,” she mumbles, snuggling into my chest. “The best sex I’ve ever had.”

I fall asleep with her words echoing in my mind.

Me too, is all I keep thinking. No other sex even comes close. I can’t even call this sex. And even though I know I should not be getting attached to this unattainable girl, I get attached. I hold her close. Her breathing deepens and she drifts off to sleep.

It takes me a lot longer to give in to the call. Because I lie there for a long time thinking about how all I want is to keep her for myself.