“I fucking hope so.”

A devilish grin spreads across her face and reaches her eyes, and then we’re racing each other to see who can get naked first. Her shoes come off and then her socks. The leggings are discarded as soon as my jeans hit the floor. I let her win because I’m a gentleman like that.

She’s scrambling to the top of the bed, but that’s not what I had in mind. I catch hold of her ankles before she can tuck them under the covers. “Not so fast, sweetheart.” I pull her back to the edge of the mattress, and then rub over the underwear that’s failing to restrain my hardening dick.

Lifting her chin with my fingers, I see a flash of excitement twinkle in her eyes. My girl has a dirty side, and I’m not upset about it. I take her hand to replace mine and then cover it to stroke my length together.

Her rapt attention is on our hands moving together, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. Moving from her chin to her lips with my other hand, I run the rough tip of my finger over her soft and supple lips. “You’ve got me so hard. You ready for me to make you come?”

She licks her lips. “Yes.” She gulps. “I’m ready.”

“Tell me where you want to come. On my mouth, my fingers, or while riding me?” I press her harder against me, already craving a release.

Standing, she lifts to get as close as she can to eye level with me. She’s a good three or four inches shy of my eyes, but she’s still got my full attention. Grabbing my erection, she whispers, “Why bother with an appetizer when you’re starving for the main course?”

Fuck me, that’s it.

I grab her ass with both hands and squeeze, provoking a delighted squeal from her. “Get your ass up on that bed.”

If I thought she was frenzied before . . .

She’s tucked under the covers, looking like a sweet slice of heaven. I pull my boxer briefs down and slip out and onto the bed. Crawling over her, I kiss her once and then again just because I want to, and then ask, “How badly do you want me?”

“I want you so much. I think about it all the time.”

I slip under the covers beside her. “Oh yeah, all the time?”

“Constantly.”

“And what do you imagine when I’m taking you?” I run my fingers along the crease at the apex of her thighs, teasing around her lower lips.

Her breathing slows and her eyelids dip down as she struggles to hold them open. “You on top of me.”

I climb over, wedging her butterflied legs wider, and settle between them. “Like this?”

“Yes.”

“Am I making love to you or fucking you senseless?” Biting her bottom lip, she closes her eyes, and her breath staggers. She swallows and then licks her lips. Her hands are fisting the sheets, though I’d really like them touching me. When she doesn’t answer, I kiss her again, and then whisper against her lips, “Be honest with me, baby.”