“What are you doing?” she purrs.

“What do you mean?”

“This isn’t how you like to do this.”

“Do what? Fuck?”

She bites her lip. “You like to just…”

“Just what?”

“You just fucking take me.”

“Do you like that better?”

I trail kisses down her stomach. “I like all the ways you kiss me. I get suspicious when you’re like this, though.”

Repositioning my body so that her legs are spread and I’m kneeling between them, I smirk.

“So you’re suspicious because I’m not just taking you.”

“Yeah. You’re just not taking me like how you want.”

“So that’s all you want—for me to take you how I want.”

Wrapping my hands around her legs, I gaze down at her beautiful, supple body.

“So what have you been thinking about these past six months when you do this, while thinking of me?”

Reaching a thumb around, I press down gently on her clit, which is already slick with desire.

“Nothing,” she breathes, smiling. “I don’t think of you.”

“Lies,” I say. “What have we said about those?”

“Fine. I thought of you once.”

I furrow my brow, but don’t say anything.

“Okay, maybe twice.”

“Tell me what you thought about.”

“Sometimes, I do think about you just taking me savagely, like the first night. I think about you finding me—preferably somewhere inappropriate where we might get caught—and tearing my clothes off and bending me over the nearest available flat surface with those greedy, lustful eyes.”

I feel my cock expand with every syllable she speaks. Not only is the image beautiful, but her just-woke-up, relaxed voice has such a beautiful tone.

“That’s hot. Very hot,” I say, pressing down lightly on her clit, teasing her with a deep press every once in a while. “Anything else?”

“I do think about you being tender, sometimes.”

“Tell me more about how I would be tender.”

“You would kiss me on the lips.”

Leaning forward, I move up and lay right next to her, my hand slipping away from her sex.

“Like this?”

I kiss her gently, deep, and long. She grabs hold of my shoulder and pulls me into her.

“Just like that,” she says, rubbing her hand through my hair.

“How about we do it again,” I say. “Sounds like it was something you’ve thought about a lot.”

I kiss her again, and she moans into my mouth, her eyes fluttering shut.

“My God, Carter,” she breathes when our lips separate. “You feel...different.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know, but--”

I run my hand through her thick black hair. “But…?”

“I’ve never felt myself getting turned on from a kiss like that before. Not even from you.”

I slide my hand down her side to her hip, then find her clit again with my finger.

“Good thing I’m right handed,” I joke. “Would have been a bummer with this bum left hand I have.”

She rolls her eyes first at my joke, then grabs my forearm and rolls her eyes again, in lust.

“Oh God, Carter. Oh God,” she repeats as I rub circles around her clit.

“Is this the next phase of your fantasy?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Just like that.”

Closing her eyes, she moans, arching her back, and her head pushes into the pillow.

“God Carter,” she says. “I didn’t know you had this in you.”

I squint. “Didn’t have what in me?”

“This gentleness.”

“Only for you,” I wink.

She slides a hand down my waist and into my boxers, wrapping it around my already rock hard cock.

“I want this, so bad,” she whispers, opening her eyes and locking on me like a target.

“No,” I growl. “Not now.”

“No?”

“Just let me be about you. For once.”

“If you insist. I don’t get where this side of Carter is coming from, though…”

Slipping one finger inside, I tease her even more, and her moans get louder.

“So what does fantasy Carter do next?” I ask.

“He goes down on me…for like twenty minutes.”

“What a coincidence.”

“What do you mean?” she breathes.

“That’s just what I was about to do.”

Trailing kisses down her stomach, I reposition her body and land my mouth between her legs.

I tongue her slit and finger her at the same time like I’ve been in the desert for forty days and she’s got the only supply of food available. And in some ways, maybe she does. After a while, I feel her pussy tighten.

“Carter, I’m coming...can I...oh God it doesn’t matter.”

“Come baby. Come all over my face.” I breathe quickly before mouthing her again. I feel her entire body quiver with pleasure. She arches her hips up and into me, and screams as she comes.

“Holy shit, Cartwheel,” she whispers as she comes down. “Holy shit.”

I smile, then use my arm to wipe her juices off my mouth. “Holy shit is right.”

“I haven’t come like that in four months.”

“Well hopefully it won’t be so long until the next one.”

As I speak, I slip my boxers off and rub the tip of my cock on her opening.

“Is this phase four of your fantasy?”

“I thought we were on phase five.”

“Whatever,” I say, and before she says another word I push inside of her, holding my cock at the base so I don’t go all the way in.

Leaning down, I kiss her on the neck.

“Why are you being so gentle all of a sudden?” she whispers in my ear.

“I just want to see if I can do it.”

“You can.”

“And how does it feel?”

“It feels amazing. It also feels a little like you’re teasing me. Are you...all in?”

I laugh. “Yeah. I’m in all the way.”

She rolls her eyes, and reaches a hand down to my cock, feeling that I’m holding out on her.

“Liar. Give it all to me.”

“You sure you can handle it?” I tease. “It’s been a while.”

“You know I can.”

With her hand, she pulls my hand away from my cock, and I push all the way inside her.

“Oohhh yes,” she moans, and wraps her legs around me. “That’s it.”

I thrust slowly at first, She’s tighter than I remember, and she’s already got me on the brink of coming.

Pushing in and out slowly, I wait for my cock to get used to her. Or maybe she’s getting used to me.

She feels angelic. I’m fucking an angel right now.

So I fuck as slow as I can. I kiss her neck. Her cheek. Her nose. Her lips.

Sliding in and out, painfully slow.

“Oh God, what are you doing to me,” Lacy whispers as she nibbles at my ear.

“This is gentle Carter,” I say. “How do you like?”

“I love,” she says. “I love.”

I rock into her hips slowly, taking my time and feeling every inch of her.

Pleasure sears through me, and I know, this could only be with her.

Only with Lacy could I fuck like this.

Make love like this.

I smile, then bite my lip, thinking in my head about *making love*.

“Hey,” Lacy says, gripping the hair behind my head. “It’s time for phase six.” I’m so high I barely hear her.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“Fuck me hard.”

It’s like the word ‘hard’ turns me into a different person.

I speed up, until I am long-stroking her hard and deep and I’m not myself any more.

Gentle Carter has left the building.

Now all I do is respond to Lacy’s moans and her wiggles.

Above the sound of skin on sweaty skin, the sun starts to shine just onto her face, and I realize something fully.

This had to be Lacy.

She’s the one.

“Laces,” I blurt out, in the middle of being balls deep inside her.

“Oh God, Oh God, Carter.”

She cries out and clenches around my cock, and I’m done.

I shoot ropes inside her, I must keep going for a minute, I’ve got so much tension built up inside me.

When we’re done I hold inside her for a moment.

“I don’t know where the hell that came from, but I want more of it,” Lacy says.