“Fuck,” she said.
I did that to her. I smiled knowing she never used to curse before me. When we first had sex, she was pretty quiet. But now, she talked as dirty as a sailor.
She had been leaning on her elbows but she fell back, her chest rapidly moving up and down. Her hands curled into her hair and I stood over her, watching her lazy smile.
Glancing down on the floor at what I had taken out of my pocket before, I hesitated. Maybe that could wait just a little longer. Reaching over to the bedside table and thankful she hadn’t packed up the condoms yet, I took one out of the drawer.
When I pulled off my jeans and boxer briefs, I quickly rolled on the condom. I pushed up her tank top and was so fucking happy nothing was underneath. I cupped her tit and could feel her muscles still giving slight tremors.
I pushed back her thigh with my other hand and pushed my cock to just outside her opening.
“You want me to fuck you?” I asked but knew the answer.
“Yes.” She pulled her other leg up, rising to me, showing me everything.
“Look how horny you are for me.” I trailed my finger over her drenched folds and back just before I got to her puckered little hole.
I watched her lift her ass toward me, gnawing on her lower lip and whimpering.
“You’re so fucking dirty. I bet you want me to completely fill you. I bet you need it all,” I said trying to hold back from pushing inside her.
Tiffany, over the course of the last few months, was like a flower opening for the first time to the sun in the bedroom. If I had known that the more time you spent with a woman in the bedroom the more open she became to doing things, I would have given up being a spy a long time ago to have a girlfriend.
I finally gave Tiffany what she wanted. I pushed my finger inside her and then my cock. My hips gyrated, and she trembled as I pumped into her. She was more stunning than a cool, breathless night filled with stars winking with wonder. It didn’t take long for her to begin orgasming again. And as she did, I felt my climax creep up and hit me. I collapsed over her, clutching her body.
She was everything I had ever dreamed of in a woman, and I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. As I rolled off her and we both lay there sweaty and gasping for breath, I knew it was time.
I got up and went to the bathroom in the hall and washed up. Coming back, I brought a wet cloth and got down on my knees on the floor, opening her legs. I gently wiped her and then threw the rag aside.
“Come on up here,” she said, lifting to her elbows to glance down at me.
“I have something for you.” I lifted the box and placed it on the bed.
Her eyes crinkled with confusion. “What’s this?”
“Something I promised you.”
She shrugged and took the box to open it. At first, she tilted her head and I knew she had no idea what to make of it.
“Put it on,” I said.
“Okay.” Laughter laced her voice.
She removed it from the package and slid it down her finger.
“Doesn’t quite fit. I think it’s made for smaller hands. But what do you think?” She held out her hand.
“It looks beautiful on you,” I said.
Tiffany lifted it to her lips and swirled her tongue around it. “Mmm. It’s cherry. Ring Pops are the best.”
I smiled and couldn’t wait for our life together to begin. She didn’t know this yet, but I planned to replace that ring with a real one in May, on her birthday.
“It’s perfect. Pretty and sweet. Just like you.”
THE END
