When he finally revealed his iron-hard cock, Victoria swallowed. She was already acquainted with the throbbing organ, but tonight was different. John was calling the shots and she was going to let him. Victoria took a deep breath and watched his penis jerk upward when he took a step closer. She was inches from it. “Do you trust me, Victoria?”

She had a difficult time tearing her eyes from his cock and meeting his gaze.

“Victoria,” he repeated.

She looked up to see his glittering green eyes peering at her. “Yes.”

“Put the condom on,” he commanded with a voice edged in steel. “Slowly.”

Victoria quickly ripped open the package. Her hands shook as she pressed the latex up to his mushroom tip and rolled it along his hot shaft. She breathed through her nose, intoxicated by the forest musky scent of his body. As she handled him, she was reminded of how bold she had been in the cleaning closet of the library. John’s cock radiated such heat and masculinity, it was a challenge for her not to do more than simply slip a condom along its shaft. Nothing more.

Once she was finished, her hands lingered until John gently pushed her to her back, and stood between her thighs. He ran his fingers down her breasts, over her nipples, leaving fire in their wake. She inhaled and closed her eyes. He traced a path down her belly until he stopped at her belt buckle to flick it apart. She heard the zip and tilted her hips so he could shove the fabric down her thighs. She didn’t open her eyes until her jeans left her ankles. John had taken her clothes and tossed them on the floor.

Victoria was completely bare.

Cool air hit her throbbing pussy, now slick with her liquid. She shivered and her thighs quaked while John leaned over her, his body casting a shadow in the room. “Do you want me inside of you?” he asked, climbing onto the foot of the bed.

“Yes.”

“Tell me,” he said.

“I want you inside of me.” Feeling his rigid length brush against her thigh was enough for her to tell him anything. She would recite anything if it meant he would enter her. “Now.”

John bowed his head to kiss her shoulder, then the top of her breast, his tongue caressed her nipple. As he gathered the puckered flesh in his mouth, he grasped her other breast and kneaded her until she moaned and squirmed beneath him. “Are you wet for me?” he asked after leaving her nipple with a satisfying pop.

She arched her back in response and spread her legs under him.

“If I touch you right now,” he said, trailing his hand down her belly. “Will you be dripping wet, Victoria?”