Jesus, please don’t let her be joking. I’ll be a better person from now on, I swear. Wrapping my arms around her, I roll until she’s underneath me. Her eyes look enormous in her petite face.

“Wow, that was quick,” she references our change of positions.

I smile. “That’s the only thing that’s going to be fast about what I have planned for you, Red. I’ve had a lot of time to devise my plan.”

“Do what you want with me. But I think it’s only fair to warn you, my expectations are ridiculously high.”

“You should know by now I like a challenge, and I pride myself on surpassing other people’s expectations.” Leaning down, I meld our lips together as our hands explore. Hers trace over my arms and shoulders while my fingers undo the tiny buttons down the front of her shirt. As the final button is freed, I tear my lips from hers and breathlessly watch as I part the material.

Time slows as each inch of her unblemished skin is revealed. I pause at the sight of her round tits cradled in a light blue lace bra. Her dusky rose nipples tease me through the fabric. “You’re fucking perfect.” My whisper is an awe filled husk as my palms travel over her rib cage to cup her tits and my thumbs caress over the taut peaks. Overcome by the need to see her bare, I undo the front clasp, parting the material and feast my eyes on her full breasts. I exhale a shaky sigh, “Goddamn, Red. You’re going to kill me.”

Leaning forward, I catch one of her nipples, sucking it between my lips and teasing the tip with my tongue.

She moans and clutches my head. “Yes.” I move over to the other side, circling the peak with my tongue, before sucking on it. “Mmm.” Her hips buck upward seeking contact. Grinding my cock against her, I continue to focus on her tits.

Her legs wrap around my hips, her heels urge me to grind against her pussy harder. “Please.”

My mouth releases her nipple with a pop. “What do you want, Red? Tell me and I’ll make it happen.” I trail my nose between her breasts, inhaling her sweet scent as I climb higher. Skating kisses from her collarbone, up her neck, I hover over her lips. Eyes heavy with passion, her dark brownish-red lashes create a thick fan hiding the stunning color of her eyes from me.

“Touch me.” Raising her hips once more, Grace lets me know exactly where she wants my fingers.

Sitting back on my heels, I undo the button on her jeans and tug the zipper down slowly as the metal teeth grind in protest. Gripping the waist on each side, I pull them down inch by inch, wiggling the material to remove them faster. Grace lifts her hips aiding me, and the denim slips free. I drop them to the floor. My eyes immediately zoom in on the tiny blue panties, the only article of clothing remaining.

Licking my dry lips, my fingers tingle with anticipation as I wonder what I’ll find underneath the tiny scrap of lace. Does she shave everything? Or does she leave a small tease? Hooking my fingers in both sides I tear her panties down her long legs and throw them over my shoulder. My gaze locks on her well groomed pussy. A tiny triangle of dark red hair points downward, guiding me to her throbbing clit. Gripping the inside of her thighs, I splay her legs wide and lay down on my stomach. She’s a combination of porcelain and pink, all over. My hands slide underneath to cup her ass, raising her to my face. Rubbing the tip of my nose over her engorged clit, I inhale her sweet scent. “Damn Red, you’re so wet and needy for me.”

The tip of my tongue teasingly swipes over her clit before retreating to savor her on my taste buds. Sweet and salty, my favorite combination. My mouth presses to her, eager for more of her juices.

“Yes… please,” she moans. Slowly, I trace over the bundle of nerves, taking my time, but adding a bit more pressure. Back and forth my tongue drags over her smooth pink skin until her fingers bury themselves in my hair, tugging, urging me to move faster. Delving between her lips, I bury my tongue in her pussy. Her warm juices coat my lips and chin and I can’t get enough of her taste, or the texture of her soft lips against my tongue.

Grace pulls on my hair directing me back to her clit, gasping when I suck the flesh between my lips. My tongue repeatedly flicks and taps as I slide two fingers into her. She rocks against my hand as my fingers curl and pump inside.

“Oh…don’t...stop,” she rasps as I drive her higher, chasing her orgasm with everything I’ve got. I want her to come harder than she ever has - make her forget about every sexual experience that came before me. We’re the only thing that matters.

I rake my teeth over her clit as she unravels, a quick inhale of breath precedes a long, slow moan. Her juices spill onto my fingers and I watch enraptured as I wring every bit of orgasm from her trembling body. She exhales and releases my hair, her limbs falling to the mattress limply now that she’s sated.

I slip my fingers from her pussy, sucking them clean before crawling forward to lie between her thighs. My hands cradle her face as I brace my weight on my forearms. I smile down at the satiated expression on her flushed face. My chest fills with pride knowing I’m responsible for it. “We’re just getting started, Red. Can you handle more?”

“I thought I’d lie here and enjoy feeling like a noodle. Maybe take a nap and then we could return to the next round of our sex games.”

I chuckle, “You can still lie there, Red. I’m going to take care of you either way.”

She raises her hips and rubs her slit on my steel-like length and I curse the clothing I’m still wearing. “I’m just kidding. Show me what you got Mr. Tight End.” She wiggles her eyebrows and I laugh.

My head lowers, touching hers for a few beats of my heart. When I raise back up, I lock my eyes with hers. “I want you to know I meant every word I said before. I love you and it’s not conditional. We can hold off on sex, I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

She smiles lovingly. “I know it’s not, but I don’t want to wait. I’m ready for what’s next. You already have my heart.”

“And now I can have your pussy.” I wink. Crawling over her, I slip from the bed and strip my clothes off in record time. Her eyes slowly drink me in from head to toe and back up again, making my blood boil. If I don’t get inside her soon I’m going to explode. Months of attraction, frustration, and sexual deprivation have taken their toll. I’m only so strong.

Stepping over to the nightstand, I open the top drawer to grab a condom, but the brand new, unopened box I purchased last week is gone. And in its place is a piece of paper with a note from Owen written on it.

T,

I.O.U. one box of condoms.

I sink down on the edge of the bed and pinch the bridge of my nose. I’m going to fucking kill him.

Graceful arms wrap around me from behind as Grace presses the front of her body against my back. “What’s wrong?”

I hold up the note so she can read it. She giggles when she’s finished.

I peer over my shoulder at her. “I’m not laughing. I might strangle him in his sleep.”

“Owen?”

I nod. “Who else would take someone’s condoms? That’s fucked up.”

“Have you ever gone without a condom before?” she questions.

“No, never. And I just had a physical for football season. I had the doctor run the full gamut of tests just to be sure everything’s okay.”

“Well, I’m on the pill and I’ve never had unprotected sex.”

Twisting around, I pounce on her. She squeals when I drive her to the mattress like an eager puppy. “Are you saying I can make love to my girl without anything between us?”

“I am—” I swallow the rest of her reply, fastening my mouth to hers. Tongues duel, hips grind, and hands roam as we make up for lost time. Every inch of our skin is touching, and yet we still can’t get close enough.

She cups my face, staring up into my eyes. “I want you.” Fuck. Her sexy words, combined with the passion behind them have my cock leaking pre-cum in her slit as it cradles my length. Drawing my hips back, I guide myself to her opening and press the tip inside. Jesus, she’s tight already.

I catch her hands, raising them to either side of her head. Our fingers lace together and our eyes lock as I slowly push forward. Inch by agonizing inch I slide further, drawing out the torture until I’m buried fully inside her pussy. A guttural groan grinds out from between my clenched teeth. The sensation of being squeezed by her walls is indescribable. I’ve never felt anything that can compare. “You’re incredible,” I husk. My dick’s not the only part involved this time. My chest aches with emotion. It feels full enough to explode, as if all this love can’t be contained in one place.

Grace wraps her legs around my hips and I begin to move, slowly at first. Rocking into her, my lips paint a trail of kisses around her ear as I make love to her for the first time. I grind into her clit with each motion and she moans her approval.

Releasing her hands, I hold onto her shoulders, using them for leverage as I thrust harder and faster. I can’t wait any longer. Hanging on for this long was a test of endurance I never want to repeat. The time for making love is over, now it’s time to fuck. My hands slide down over her tits and lower to grip her hips. Fingertips digging in to her skin, I pull her onto my cock with every thrust forward until my orgasm explodes out of me. My back arches and my hips flex as I come inside Grace. I jerk and twitch through the strongest orgasm of my life and then collapse on top of her.

Fingertips glide up and down my spine as I bury my face in her neck, raggedly inhaling her sweetness as I try to catch my breath. The smell of vanilla will remind me of this moment for the rest of my life.

Raising my head, I brush a kiss over her lips and shake my head. “I don’t even have words for what just happened. That orgasm was so powerful it made me dizzy. I’m not kidding. You made me legless.” She laughs. “You think I’m kidding, but I’m not. That’s some voodoo pussy between your legs.”

She snorts, “Voodoo pussy? What does that even mean?”

“After one taste I already know I’ll never get enough. You’re stuck with me now, Red. You and your magical pussy.”