“You’re playing with me, Aaron.”
“I enjoy playing with you very much.” I circle her clit with my thumb. “And you enjoy it also.”
“You know, you can f**k without talking.”
I remove my hand, grasp her hips before digging my fingers in, and pick up the pace. Her pu**y walls clench around my cock, making her even tighter, and the slight gyrate to her hips meets my thrusts. But no sounds leave her lips, no whimpers, no moans, no sighs.
“We can f**k without talking—you’re correct—but you much prefer it when I whisper dirty things in your ear, don’t you, Dayton?” I lean back so I can enter her farther. “You much prefer it when I tell you I love the way your cunt tightens around me, how wet you get, how easily my c**k slips inside you. You much prefer hearing how gorgeous your ass looks bouncing in front of me as I f**k you hard.” My palm connects with her ass, and she moans. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “I do.”
Good. I much prefer telling her how f**king hard she gets me, how hard I want to f**k her, how f**king gorgeous she looks bent over before me.
So I do. I lean forward, resting my hands next to hers on the seat, and whisper all those things in her ear. Until her cries reach a crescendo and her pu**y clenches hard, pulling my own release from me.
I spill into her in short, hot spurts, and her name repeatedly tumbles from my lips. My body is shaking with the intensity of our release, and I link my fingers through hers. I sit up, pulling her back with me, and wrap our arms around her stomach.
Dayton drops her head back onto my shoulder, and I turn my face into her. She shivers when my lips brush her neck and reaches back to cup the back of my head.
“Wow,” she breathes, laughter creeping through into her voice. “If I knew that would happen, I would have worn that outfit weeks ago.”
I laugh quietly. “Oh, baby, that’s one outfit you can wear whenever you want. In fact, I’ll be offended if you aren’t wearing it when I get home every day.”
She laughs loudly and shakes my arms off. She climbs off me and turns, grinning, laying her hands on my shoulders. “I’m not here to be your sex slave, Mr. Stone. Whether you require it or not.”
I grab her wrist and pull her down, falling backward onto the floor. Her laughter is magical as she falls with me, and my lips curl into a happy smile. Being like this with her, so happy and free, gives me a light feeling I haven’t felt in a long time.
“Really? You’re not? I thought that was the agreement!”
She slaps my chest. “You pig. You are supposed to love me and cherish me.”
I raise an eyebrow, sensing that there’s more.
“And f**k me whenever you can.”
“That comes under the loving and cherishing. It’s a given, baby. And since I plan to love you and cherish you every single day…” I trail off, grinning up at her, and let her fill in the blanks.
She smiles, amusement dancing in her gorgeous eyes as she gets up. “You little word-twister, you.”
I laugh. “I’m a man. I’ll always turn things to my favor, especially sexually.”
I stand, grab her wrists, and throw her onto the bed. She shrieks, and I drop myself over her. She tilts her head to the side, gazing up at me.
I lower my mouth to hers and nip her bottom lip. “Now, should we get back to that loving and cherishing thing?”