Blood pounded in my dick.
“Perfect. Let’s go.”
She tucked her bottom lip under her teeth and my tough, strong, hard as nails competitor suddenly looked nervous. Bending down so I was in her face again, close enough to see the ring of black around her gray irises, I gave her the full force of my dimples. There was only one way to put this woman at ease.
“How many times can you come during sex?”
“What?” Yeah, the eyes went wide, the lip came out from under her teeth. There’s my girl.
“Come on, give me your stats. Three? Four?”
Laughing, she shook her head, and when I pulled her towards Annie’s bookstore and the apartment above it we were going to fucking ruin over the next two days, she didn’t hesitate.
“We’re not competing over orgasms.”
“Fine,” I said. “We’ll shoot for five and go from there.”
* * *
The stairwayto the apartment was behind the bookstore.
Liv unlocked the door, and as I followed her perfect fucking ass up the stairs I got my own weird case of nerves.
When it came to sex, like kissing, I didn’t really do a lot of thinking. Get my partner off and then fuck until I come. Rest and repeat.
This was going to be different. I knew it in my toes. I cared less about my own satisfaction and more about blowing her mind, wrecking her world and making this the best sex she’d ever had in her life, so I would be imprinted on her forever.
So she would remember me long after I walked away.
The plan had been to fuck her out of my system, but somehow that had morphed into something else. Something darker.
Fuck her so she never forgets you.
I dropped my duffle bag along with a plastic bag, filled with Combos, Doritos, Twizzlers, five different flavors of Gatorade and a box of condoms we’d bought at a convenience store on the way here, at the top of the stairs.
You know how I dealt with nerves? Head on.
“Get naked, babe. Now.”
She turned around in the nearly empty living area. There was a couch and a chair. A TV mounted on the wall and not much else.
“Maybe we should talk about this some more,” she suggested.
“Sure, you can talk. But my mouth is going to be a little busy,” I walked over to her, and pulled the loose sweater she was wearing up and over her head.
God, her skin was perfect. Olive toned and smooth. Her body was lithe, and compact. She was graceful and sturdy all at once.
“Look, you need to know a few things about me first,” she said as I unfastened her bra.
“Tits,” I grunted, as soon as they were free from the silk prison she kept them in. I cupped them in my palms.
“Seriously, Dillon. I’m not someone who just jumps into bed with guys. I’m more discerning than that.”
I bent down and sucked her tight little nipple into my mouth. It was hard and pebbled and no matter how much talking she thought she wanted to do, her body was ready for me.
“For instance, I’m really vocal about what I like and what I don’t like. Some guys aren’t cool with that. So if you have a problem taking direction…”
Taking direction. God, she was adorable.