I give myself time to regroup, and then I remove the condom and toss it into the bathroom trash can on my way to her bedroom. I swing open the door just as she’s crawling into her bed. As soon as her head meets her pillow, I’m on top of her, kissing her. As expected, she pushes me away.
“What did I say about being clingy?” she says, pulling her face from mine.
“I’m not being clingy,” I say, kissing my way down her neck. “We’re not finished.”
She pulls away even farther and pushes my face back. “I’m pretty sure we finished, Warren. About three minutes ago.”
“I finished,” I say, looking her in the eyes. “But you didn’t finish.” I can feel her resistance as she attempts to roll over.
“Warren, stop,” she says, pushing me away.
I don’t pull away from her. Instead, I wrap my arm around her and slowly move my hand across her stomach.
That’s when she slaps me.
I immediately pull back and look down at her in shock.
She pushes me away and scoots up on her bed until her back meets the headboard. “I said stop,” she says, defending her slap.
I work my jaw back and forth, not sure what to do. In all my years of experience with girls and even in all the recent porn I’ve been watching, this isn’t how sex usually goes. People are selfish by nature and the fact that she doesn’t even want me to get her off is confusing the hell out of me.
“Am I . . .” I pause and look at her. “Am I misreading something here? Because I thought . . .”
“We fucked, Warren. It’s over, now go to sleep.”
I shake my head. “No, Bridgette. You fucked. You did all the work and you didn’t even get to enjoy it. I don’t understand why you won’t let me touch you.”
She groans, frustrated. “Warren, it’s fine. It was fun.” She looks away from me. “I just don’t like the other part, so go to bed.”
She doesn’t like the other part? The part where she has an amazing, mind-blowing orgasm?
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll go to bed.”
“Thank you,” she mutters.
“But first,” I say, holding up my finger. “I need to know something.”
She rolls her eyes. “What?”
I lean toward her and look at her with fascination. “Is this how sex always is with you? You have to be in complete control, to the point where you don’t even allow someone to get you off?”
She kicks at me with her foot, trying to get me to leave her bed. “I’m not discussing my sex life with you, Warren. Go back to your room.”
She scoots down on her bed until her head meets her pillow. She rolls over until her back is to me and she pulls the covers up over her head.
Holy shit. This is . . . I don’t even know what to think. I’ve never met anyone like her. She has some serious control issues.
“Bridgette,” I whisper, needing her to roll over and talk to me again. She ignores me, but I can’t leave because this conversation needs to happen. “Are you telling me you’ve never had an orgasm during sex?”
The covers fly off her head and she rolls onto her back. “It’s never been an issue with anyone until you,” she says angrily.
I laugh and shake my head and for some reason, feel extremely happy about this. Because she’s apparently been with some really selfish assholes in the past, and I’m about to show her what she’s been missing.
She pulls the covers back over her head and faces the opposite direction again. Rather than stand and walk back to my room like I know she wants me to do, I lift the covers and slide in behind her. I wrap my arm over her, pressing my palm against her stomach, pulling her against my chest.
She practically growls at me. “Warren, stop. Believe it or not, I’m perfectly happy with my sex life, and I don’t need you to Oh, my God.” She stops mid-rant as soon as I cup her between the legs.
I rest my cheek against hers. “I need you to shut up, Bridgette.”
She doesn’t move, so I roll her onto her stomach and slide on top of her. I pin her arms beneath my hands, just like she did me earlier. “Please don’t resist me,” I whisper into her ear. “I want to be in control, and I want you to do what I say.” I run my tongue across her ear and watch as the chills break out on her neck. “Understood?”
Her breaths are shallow, and she squeezes her eyes shut with her nod.
“Thank you,” I tell her. I kiss my way down her neck and shoulder, and then work my kisses slowly across her back. Her entire body is tense and knowing that she’s never experienced an orgasm at the hands of another guy already has me hard again.