He liked a woman who enjoyed a little control. He liked it even better when he was the one delivering it.

Lowering his mouth, he touched his lips to the shell of her ear. “You never gave me an answer, Patricia,” he said, fucking her name like he was about to do to her. “Are you going to come with me?”

She shuddered beneath him. “Yes,” came her hoarse reply. “Yes, I’ll come with you.”

“Good answer.” Tucking her back snug up against his front, Jon pushed himself inside her already wet and wanting core. He took her inch by slow inch, prolonging their pleasure, teasing them both with the feel of his hard cock rubbing against her cushy walls.

Patricia released a long, almost painful sounding moan, arching her back and causing her ass to lift higher, until each thrust connected with the entire span of her swollen lips.

He increased his pace, bracing himself above her on one arm so he could gather her small body against his, fitting her every curve to perfection. He loved the way she felt under him, how tiny she was in comparison. He felt like, if he wasn’t careful, he could break her. But he knew that would never happen. A firecracker like Patricia was as sturdy as they came. Which was why, when Jon leaned back and dug his fingers into her hips, he pounded his cock into her with wild abandon.

Their sweat-dampened flesh cracked together. His balls swung like a pendulum, hitting her hardened clit with the perfect rhythm to ensure she climaxed. He drove deeper with each thrust, audibly knocking the air out of her each time his pelvis slammed against her firm, round ass.

He squeezed her so hard, he knew he’d left bruises, but her cries were from pleasure, not pain, and so Jon didn’t stop or hold back. He drove ahead, chasing his release like a runner toward the finish line.

“Come for me,” he panted, as he pulled her hips closer.

“Jon, oh, God,” she gasped, dropping her head. Her shoulders shook from the strain of holding herself up, and he could tell that she wasn’t going to last much longer.

Dropping down again, Jon framed her with his body. Placing one heavy palm on her back, just between her shoulder blades, he applied enough pressure to make her collapse into the bed. Her head twisted to the side, her breath heaving out of her as she continued to receive him.

“That’s it, Patricia,” Jon praised her. He brushed her sweaty, matted hair away from her face and pinched her chin between his fingers. Bringing his face closer, he licked across her lips then bit down gently on the bottom one. Her sharp inhale and the clench of her pussy around him revealed to him how close she was.

Determination set in.

The last time she came in his arms, it’d been because of the sound of his voice, or maybe even his choice of words. Some women got off on that, and it was clear to him that Patricia was one of them.

“Come for me, Patricia,” he said close to her ear again. “I want to feel your tight little body milking me. I want to feel my seed shoot up into you, filling that sweet pussy. Come. For. Me.”

And she did.

He felt the tremors work their way down her spine, and her body stiffened, her face contorting in pure bliss as she fell apart for him.

Seeing the pleasure she derived from him, Jon couldn’t hold out any longer. His own release shot down his spine, lighting him on fire. He came so hard, his toes curled.

When the last shudder left him, it took all of Jon’s strength with it. He collapsed on top of her, molding himself around her. Cheek to cheek, their heavy breaths mingled. His cock twitched, and her channel clenched as the aftershocks continued to work their way out of their systems.

“I think you killed me,” he told her, laughing.

“Me?” she said, her voice muffled in the surrounding blankets. “I’m the one being crushed.” She shifted, as much as someone who was outweighed by a good one hundred pounds could shift in her position, and shoved against him.

Using what little strength he had left, Jon rolled over to his side of the bed, looping his arms around her and taking her with him. He was serious when he said he wasn’t ready to let her go yet. Maybe not ever.

Patricia came willingly, cuddling up next to him and resting her head on his left pec, which he was quickly coming to think of as her place.

“Do you have anything to do today?” she inquired around a yawn.

Jon ran his finger through her long hair. “Not today.” Travis was going to kick his ass when he figured out that Jon had stood him up, but he didn’t care.

If he could stay in bed all day, making love to Patricia’s body, and never have to deal with the outside world again, he could die a happy man.

He just hoped that she felt the same way about him.

The rest of the week passed like an impossible dream. Jon took Monday off and they spent the day in bed, exploring each other’s body, making love in every position and every place they could find. They made love in the shower, soap slicking their skin so they glided off one another. They made love on his couch during the opening credits of a movie they’d ordered on cable. By its end, when they finally came up for air, he had no idea what the movie was about, but he knew that if he pinched Patricia’s nipples hard enough while pumping into her, he could make her scream his name.

But what really sent shivers down his spine and kept him hard as a rock during the most inopportune times, like when he was sitting in a meeting surrounded by a table of serious faces dressed in perfectly pressed suits, came down to a single moment that stood out above all the rest.

It was Wednesday and he’d gone straight to her place after work, needing to see her and touch her to reaffirm that she was real and not just a really good dream. They’d watched a bit of television and she’d made them lasagna, and afterward, she’d taken him back to her bedroom and he’d made slow, passionate love to her. Afterward, they’d talked about their lives, the places they’d gone, the things they still wanted to do, all before she’d finally fallen asleep, while he’d remained wide-awake. He wasn’t tired in the least, but he’d already kept her up half the week, staying up late each night to love each other’s bodies into exhaustion.

He couldn’t seem to get enough of her.

Once he was sure she was asleep, Jon had slipped out of bed and stepped into the shower. He let the water flow over him, tapping his skin in warm, gentle pulses until he was finally relaxed enough to catch a couple of hours of sleep so he could get through work the following day without falling over at his desk.

When he’d stepped out of the shower, it was to find her standing there, leaning against the sink, completely naked.

Her eyes, flaring with desire, coasted down his body. Jon went instantly rock hard for her. He went to her then, curling his fingers around her hips and drawing her to him the rest of the way. He took her mouth slowly, relishing the high of having her lips on him, her tongue stroking his, until he had to break away before he lost it right there in the middle of the bathroom floor.

Rising onto her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, swiping the flat of her tongue up the side of his throat and ending at his ear where she nipped his lobe playfully.

Then she said the most devastating words he’d ever heard a woman speak. “I’m hungry,” she whispered into his ear.

“Then crawl back into bed and I’ll whip up some breakfast,” he said, misunderstanding.

He moved to set her away from him, when she surprised him. With a strong hand, she gripped his hard shaft in her fist and tugged. When he looked down into her eyes, he saw a fierce hunger burning back at him.

“I’m not hungry for breakfast.”

Then, to his utter amazement, she undid him completely. Dropping down on to her knees before him, she caught his eyes as she leaned forward and opened her mouth wide to suck him in completely.