Page 29 of You Again
“I let you fuck me up the ass, Dash!” she shrieked. “A total stranger,” she tacked on. “What kind of womandoesthat?”
“One who knows what the fuck she wants,” I shot back. “One who doesn’t limit her pleasure for the sake of respectability. To which, I have to say, respectability has no place in the bedroom if the sex is going to be good.”
Henley reared back. “Are you serious?” she whispered in shock. “You don’t think women need to be respected in the bedroom?”
I rolled my eyes at her deliberateness to misconstrue my words. “That’s not what I meant,” I replied. “I just meant there is nothing respectable about sex. If we’re making love and the lights are dim, there are rose petals on the bed, and missionary is our only option because it’s our anniversary and you want to be romanced, then, yeah, that could be deemed respectable. But do you see any respectability anywhere near the bedroom when my face is buried in your pussy and your hands are tangled in my hair as you fuck my face? Or when you’re on your knees and you’re slobbering all over the place because I’m choking you with my cock? Pretty sure no one would call us respectable in those intimate moments, Henley.”
She gasped. “Oh, my God, Dash. You are horrible.”
“All I’m saying is that a man either respects a woman or he doesn’t,” I pointed out. “If you can’t be respected because you let me spray my cum on your face that first night, well, then, I can’t be respected because I came on your face that first night.”
“It’s not the same and you know it,” she argued. “No matter how far we’ve come, men can still fuck indiscriminately while women are still expected to be choosy.”
“How many men have fucked you up the ass, Henley? Or cum on your face? Or covered your tits with bite marks and hickeys? Or slapped your ass while balls-deep in your pussy?” Her face was turning red for a different reason now. Henley was squirming in my lap and my dick was paying attention.
“Only you,” she muttered.
“Then I’d say you’re still being choosy,” I retorted. “And even if you weren’t, Henley, I still would never judge you for what you let me do to you. I want our sex life to be explosive. I want to explore new things with you.” My hands found the soft bare skin on the top of her thighs and I ran them upward until my fingers touched the lace of her panties. “I want you out of your mind with pleasure. I want to make you want it all, baby. I want you to comfortable enough to be as dirty and filthy as you want to be with me.” I leaned up and nipped at her lower lip. “I want you to beg me for things that you’ve never asked from anyone else. And I want to give them to you.”
“Dash…” she moaned, and she was no longer squirming. No. Henley was flat out running her pussy back and forth over my hardened cock.
I pushed her skirt all the way to her waist and slid my finger inside the gusset of her panties. She was soaking wet, and I was hit with the force of how much I missed her, how much I missed this. Henley had truly given all of herself over to me that night at The Lux, and I knew I would never settle for less. I wanted all of her all the time.
She threw her head back as I slipped two fingers inside her tight cunt and I latched onto her neck. After making my mark, I murmured against her skin, “I don’t want you to just let me fuck you, Henley. I want you to let me fuck you like you trust me.” She whimpered as she started riding my fingers. “I want you to trust that I’ll always hold you in the highest regard. I want you to trust that you can play my slut and I will still love you the same as when you’re just being you.”
Her body jerked and when I looked up, Henley was staring down at me, wonder in those green pools of hers. “Dash…”
“I have to be in love with you,” I told her. “It’s the only thing that makes sense. If I wasn’t, why did my life stop for three months without you?”
Her lips came down on mine, and she was doing what only she could do. She was making everything else fade into the background. I had one hand tangled in her hair and I used the other to finger fuck her wet cunt. I wanted more, though. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Dash, don’t stop,” she begged.
“I won’t, baby,” I promised. “At least, not until you cum on my fingers.” And with that, I curled my fingers every time she came down on my hand, and soon, she was throwing her head back and trembling all around me. “That’s it, Henley,” I coaxed. “Give it to me, baby.” She rode out her orgasm and I knew forever was going to be nowhere near long enough.
