Page 142 of Pretend You Love Me
“I know I'm asking a lot.” She places her hand on my arm. Her touch sears into my skin.
A lot? Yeah. It’s a lot.
I’m just so confused right now. And horny. Really horny.
“I don’t...” I start.
“Do we really need to talk about this? It’s pretty straight forward.” Her eyes fall to my lips. God, I want nothing more than to kiss her, to touch her, to feel her everywhere.
Maybe I’m dreaming?
“Ok, if you don’t want to, I understand.” She turns to leave. I grab her arm and pull her into the room and then kick the door closed behind me. I’m holding her bicep tightly, and I swear there is an overwhelming heat pouring off her body.
“I think we need to do some talking first,” I say. She inches herself closer to me and licks her lips. I nearly let a whimper my mouth.
“I don’t want to talk.” Her hand is on my chest now. Her touch is lighting up my whole body. She leans in and whispers in a breathy voice, “I want you to pin me to the bed, spread my legs open, and fuck me until I can’t see straight, and then I want you to flip me over and take me from behind until I’m screaming your name, and then I want to ride you until you nearly blackout. I want to be so sore from you tomorrow that I think of you every time I sit down.”
Holy shit, she’s put a lot of thought into this.
“Would you like that?” Her voice is raspy. She closes the distance between us until her hips are just meeting mine. I close my eyes for a moment. God, I want to stay strong. We need to talk. We really need to talk.
“Brooklyn, we need to talk.”
She lets out a frustrated moan, and then she slides her hands up from my chest to my neck. She wraps her hand around the back of my neck. She stretches up on her tiptoes and brings her mouth close to mine. She’s just hoovering her lips over mine, not quite touching.
“I have a proposition for you.” I can feel every breath on my lips.
“What is it?” I’m not sure how my brain is still working right now.
“Give me an orgasm....no, give me two orgasms, and I’ll talk about whatever you want.”
I jerk my head back. Her fingers dig into the back of my neck just slightly. Her face is completely serious.
“Make me come twice, and I’ll talk. I promise.”
I can’t believe she’s suggested this, and I can’t believe I’m going to say yes.
She’s leaning back in like she’s going to kiss me again. “Deal?”
Of course, it’s a fucking deal. I would have said yes to anything at this point.
“Fine,” I mutter, and then I crash my mouth into hers. She immediately opens her mouth wide for me to plunge my tongue inside. She moans loudly, and her entire body softens.
When we break, she whispers in my ear. “I want you so badly.”
“I’ve noticed.” My mouth is on hers again, and we stumble toward the bed.
I slide my hands up her ribs toward her breasts. She freezes and grabs my hand. “Not there.”
She pulls my hands down and places them on her ass. Fine by me. I’m happy either way. I guess it’s the PMS. Maybe that's why she’s so horny? Is that a thing?
I move to lift up her shirt.
She stops me. “Leave it.”
She pulls down her pants instead. I’d like her to be naked, but I’m not going to argue with her.
She scoots herself back on the bed. I'm crawling toward her. I start to kiss up her leg. She leans her head back on the pillow and moans. I’m taking my time. Her whole body is trembling as I work my way up her inner thigh. There’s so much heat coming from her body right now.
