"Are you in the mood for anything specific?" I asked, moving to the foot of the bed .
"Just you." She gave another smile and crooked her finger at me .
I approached, and she offered me her glass of wine. I put it on the table for her instead of drinking and bent down low, kissing her soft lips. She tasted of the chardonnay she'd been drinking, and I had a brief moment to wonder...how would the zinfandel Michelle had been drinking taste on her lips ?
Then I jerked my attention back to the job .
Alicia moaned as I covered her body with mine, deliberately dragging my chest against her breasts so that the cotton of my sweater rubbed over her nipples .
"I changed my mind," she said against my lips. "I do want something specific. Hard and fast ."
"As you wish ."
I flipped her over onto her belly and brought her up onto her knees. As she braced herself on her palms, I pulled a rubber from my pocket – it would be the first of three we'd use, although I carried a couple extra just in case .
By the time she had herself steadied on her hands and knees, I had my cock sheathed in latex, and I grabbed her hips again, hauling her back and half lifting her slim form. I had another flash – rounder hips, because Michelle was a powerhouse of curves and lines, her pale flesh glowing like a pearl against my darker, rougher skin .
Groaning, I thrust deep .
Alicia cried out my name, and I forced myself to think, to focus. "Rough?" I asked .
"Please...yes. Hell, yes ."
I caught the thick weight of her hair in my hand and made a rope of it, pulling her back until her spine arched as I rode her. "Come for me, you sexy little bitch," I said as I palmed her breast with my free hand, tweaking her nipple .
Alicia whimpered and pushed against me, butt and breast, and I shoved all thoughts of everything else from my mind .
After all, I had a reputation to uphold .