Nicole is drop dead sexy. Whenever she talks, her lips move in a way that makes me want to kiss her. Her lips are plump, but not too full. I can just imagine what they would taste like. If things keep going like they are, I won't have to keep imagining for very long.

Twice, she catches me staring at her lips, and she blushes. She's innocent and pure, blushing at the thought of a man finding her interesting, let alone sexually attractive. If she knew what I wanted to do to her, her face might actually catch on fire.

The dress she wears shows off her curves. I imagine ripping it off her and throwing it on the floor. Then I would drink in every inch of her body like fine wine, savoring her to the last drop. I want to see that innocent face of hers twist up in sweet agony, and I want to hear her scream my name when I make her come.

My body responds to my thoughts, and I shift in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position in my pants for my hardening length. She has no idea how she makes me feel, but I'll let her know soon enough. I force those thoughts down and focus on what she's saying.

"My parents decided that, instead of traveling, they wanted to stay in one place to create a stable life for me and my sister."

She's telling me about her life in Brooklyn. I'm only half-listening. She lifts her hand to push her dark hair out of her face. Her hands are slim, with long, slender fingers, but not too bony. Just right, in fact. I want them on my skin. I want to feel the burn of her touch.

I shake my head slightly. I'm getting ahead of myself. All in good time, I think, and try to focus on what she's saying again.

It's getting hard to concentrate. My dates always end in sex, and I'm eager to skip to the last chapter. Tonight, I drank more wine than I should have. The alcohol has burned through my veins, making me ache for the kind of attention you can only get from a gorgeous woman, away from public eyes.

The conversation lulls, and Nicole turns back to her meal. Her eyes are on her plate. Beautiful eyes, a pale gray. They're sharp and miss nothing. She feels my stare and looks up at me.

I swallow and lick my lips, not hiding how much I like looking at her.

After dessert, I call for the bill. I want to get out of here. I’ve been good for far too long. Nicole has sat across from me all night, teasing me with her innocence, too polite for words. I like good girls. Does she know that? I want to corrupt her and find the wild woman lurking beneath that innocent mask.

I pay and stand up, tugging at my belt. My shirt's un-tucked. It hides my obvious erection. "Let’s get out of here," I say.

She hesitates before taking my hand. She's careful. When her hand slips into mine, her skin is warm, and I intertwine our fingers, leading her out to the car.

God, I want her so badly. Every fiber in my being screams at me. Take her.

"Where to?" I ask.

"I’ll direct you," she says, and I turn onto the street. "I know a route that should be safe for you to take."

"Safe?"

"You’ve been drinking."

I blink at her. I can't remember when I’d worried about DUIs. I'm the crown prince of Elanda. If anything goes wrong, I have my papers to show them. I have diplomatic immunity. I'm basically untouchable, as long as it isn't anything serious.

Either way, I still let her show me the way. I want her to take a little bit of control. She's shy and a little timid. I want her animal to come out. If it won't come out on its own, I’ll find a way to bring it out of her.

She guides me through the streets of Manhattan. We crawl closer and closer to the Starbucks where we first met, the area around the University. It's not the best area, in my opinion, but Nicole tells me she’s been happy here throughout her years of study.

I've never lived in anything smaller than a thousand square feet. The whole neighborhood makes me feel cramped for space.

This is happening. I glance at her as we drive. Her hands are in her lap, and she moves her legs slightly. The seatbelt crosses over her chest, between her breasts, accentuating them in a way that makes my heart pound. I see her profile as the streetlights pass, lighting up at intervals. The corners of her mouth tug into a secret smile.

What is she thinking about?

I want her in bed. Her bed, my bed, any bed. From the moment I saw her sitting in the window, staring at me, I knew I wanted her.

We drive in silence. The radio plays softly. Music filters through the car just enough to cut through the silence. We don't need to talk, and that's a first for me. I haven't been this comfortable around a woman in a while. If ever. Being with Nicole in the car, alone, doesn't feel strange at all.

"Are you okay?" I ask, just to be sure.

"Perfect," she says. I can hear the smile in her voice without looking at her. Is it just me, or is her voice a little husky? I swallow, shifting in my seat. My stiff length strains against my pants. I'm wired, itching for release. The wine makes me feel hot and bothered, and so does she.

"Right here," she says and points at an apartment building that creeps up almost right to the road. She points at a parking space marked out with white paint.

"Here?" I ask. No underground parking? No marked bays?

She nods. I maneuver the car into the parking space and switch off the engine. In the silence, I can hear the motor ticking to a stop.

I get out of the car and walk around to Nicole’s side. She's already opening the door, but I take over, anyway.

She smiles. "Such a gentleman."

God, if only she knew how filthy things are going to become. I want to strip away the veneer of civilization from her.

I walk with her to the door that leads into her building. She turns around and faces me.

"Thank you for dinner," she says. "It was like a dream."

I smile. "I’m glad you liked it."

She shifts her weight from one leg to another. Her fingers are interlinked in front of her. She's shy, unsure. I love it. It makes me that much more eager to take charge.

I lift my hand and hook her hair behind her ear. Her eyes find mine, and her lips part slightly. My eyes slide down to her lips, making it clear exactly what I'm going to do. My fingertips rest on her temple, and I let them slide down onto her cheek, slowly.

She tips her head up to me, and her breath hitches in her throat. It's a soft sound, but it's there.

I lean in, closing the distance between us very slowly. Her chest heaves. I notice her cleavage from the corner of my eye. She's breathing harder and faster.

When my lips touch hers, a current of electricity jolts through my body. I plant quick pecks on her lips; one, two, three kisses, before I trace the bottom of her lip with my tongue, asking her to open for me.

When she parts her lips, I slide into her, entering her body in a way. I press my body against hers. Her breasts swell against my chest. The heat of her skin seeps through my clothes.

She whimpers almost inaudibly.

She's so shy; it's frustrating. I can't wait to break through that barrier and set the minx free. I can just imagine what she would be like in bed.

I raise my other hand to her face and cup her cheeks. I hold her there, balanced between my hands and my body and kiss her like I mean it. The kiss turns urgent. I try to tell her how I feel and what I want to do, without words.

She's the one who breaks the kiss. She steps back, putting distance between us. She breathes hard, her chest rising and falling. Her lips are parted, and her eyes dilate in the dim light that comes from the streetlight. All that just from a kiss? Everything about her is so innocent and pure. Some girls play this game, I know. The cute naiveté is a turn on.

She swallows hard.

"I better get inside," she says.

I nod. I? Not we. It dawns on me a little late.

"Thank you for tonight," she says.

I blink at her. Did she forget to invite me in or is she not going to?

"You’re welcome," I say. "But the night doesn’t have to be over."

She grins shyly at me. "I think it’s best if I call it a night."

She turns and fiddles with her keys. She pushes one into the door and turns it. I hear the lock click open. She pulls the door open and looks over her shoulder.

"Goodnight," she says.

I lift my hand in a half-wave, confused. She smiles and closes the door behind her. I'm left standing on the sidewalk, feeling like an idiot.

I turn around and push my hands into my pockets. I look left and right, hesitating before walking to my car. What now?

When I get in, I lean forward and glance up at the apartment building through my car window. What just happened?

I turn over the ignition, and the car hums to life. I pull onto the road and point the nose of my car home. It looks like I'm going to sleep alone tonight.

My mind spins. Everything had gone right through the night. The dinner had been superb, the conversation had been interesting, and she’d looked like she liked me. Nothing had gone wrong, and still, she hadn’t invited me in.

Women never reject me. They usually can't wait to get into bed with me. No one says no to me. Why did Nicole do it? It wasn’t like I didn’t have a lot to offer. I had done everything the way I usually did. The charm, the expensive restaurant, the drive home, the kiss. All of it had been magical. Up until the point where she’d refused to invite me in.

To say I'm confused is a gross understatement. I'm reeling with the rejection.

When I arrive home, I park under the building in my parking spot and walk to the elevator. I push the button for the penthouse and watch the screen above the door as it runs through the numbers.

The elevator door slides open, and I step out into my foyer. I unlock my door and lock it again behind me. For a moment, I look around. I feel irritated, frustrated.

I strip off my clothes and climb into bed. There's nothing else to do.

When I lie in bed and close my eyes, Nicole is everywhere. I see her eyes again, her hands, her lips. God, those lips.

I want her. I want every inch of her. Her rejection just makes it that much worse. My body aches. My erection strains against the covers, begging for the attention it hasn't gotten tonight. I would be helping her out of her clothes right now if she hadn’t sent me home. I would be running my fingers over her arms, down to her perfect hands. I would be guiding her hand to my sex, letting her feel how much I want her.

I can just imagine her smooth, milky skin. What it would feel like. What it would smell like.

I slide my hand underneath the bed sheets and palm my erection. The flesh is hot and heavy in my hand.

Struggling with the reality of what’s happening, I loosen my grip, my hand dropping to my thigh as I strain to talk myself off the ledge. There’s no way I’m about to jerk off like a teenager, not when I have so many willing companions only waiting for a phone call.

Glancing down, it’s like my cock is staring back at me, throbbing. This is crazy. I’ve been hard since I sat down to dinner with Nicole, certain I was having a happy ending tonight. I can’t believe I’m actually lying in bed alone; the realization actually brings a dark laugh to my chest.

I’ve never had a girl turn me on this way, and there’s definitely never been a wait. I feel like I’m going through an obstacle course for her sex, and it’s not as fun as one might expect. Don’t get me wrong; she’s hot. Actually, she’s more than that. Nicole is stunning, beautiful even, and I rarely use that word.

It’s that innocence about her. She looks like such a good girl, but I bet she’s got a dark side that comes to life in the bedroom. If she doesn’t I’m going to introduce her to it. If I’ve got to, I’ll birth the nasty side of her. Lord knows it wouldn’t be the first time I turned a girl out. I’ve got to be careful with her, though. The last thing I want is another clingy girl, strung out on cock.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand and I glance at the email notification, debating calling a girl over for the night. Truthfully, I don’t want to sleep with anyone, I just want to fuck, so they’d have to be down to get in, get off, and then get out.

Running my hand over my raging cock, I'm trying to ease it unsuccessfully. There’s nothing that’s going to make this go down but a release, and knowing I don’t want anyone else in bed with me leaves me with few options.

My palm is gripping my thigh, itching to wrap around the shaft of my length, but I don’t want to rub one out in bed like a high school reject. There’s no way this girl will have me stooping to that level with her little games. I bet she does this with every guy she dates. She’s probably one of those girls with a book of rules and a set number of dates before you gain entry.

Well, she’s got my attention, and I don’t care how many loops I have to get through, I’m fucking Nicole one way or another. My hips rise as I think about plunging into her sweet, tight pussy. I bet she gets so wet just sitting across from me. I can tell she’s attracted to me. She blushes after every other thing I say, and when I compliment her she looks like I’ve asked her to marry me.

Fuck, she’s so sweet. I want her bad, and I really don’t like this feeling. It’s unfamiliar as fuck to want a girl and not be able to look over at her in my bed. What’s more common is looking over and not wanting a hot broad there any longer. I don’t enjoy this difference at all.

Pulling my cover up to my chest, I try to ignore my needy bulge, opting instead to focus on the television. Grabbing the remote that controls all the electronics in my room, I begin to flick through the television channels, a small voice in the back of my mind telling me to turn to the porno channels, but I shake my head to fight the urge.

You’re not a fucking loser, I actually whisper aloud as if I need a reminder. This girl has my head all fucked up. Shit, maybe I should call a broad over, just to suck me off. The thought makes my hips shift again, this time the head of my cock touches the cool comforter and the sensation makes me groan a little.

My mind scrolls through the list of potential girls I can call over, as I quickly find a reason to reject each option. The fact is, I don’t just want to cum. I want to cum for Nicole. She’s the woman my cock is throbbing for, and no one else will do.

Deciding to end the madness, I get up from the bed, frustrated and irritable as I stalk toward my bathroom. I’ve always loved the room; it’s cool and relaxing, with more marble than anything else. Taking a deep breath, I take in my naked body reflected back at me in the large mirror above the sink.

Nicole would be lucky to have this in front of her. Hell, she probably wouldn’t even know what to do with it. I can already imagine what she looks like naked. That dress she wore showed off a lot, but I know she’s got some surprises when she strips all of that clothing off. I wonder if she’s got a soft, curvy ass hiding, or maybe pretty pink nipples. I wonder how she shaves her pussy hair, and imagine her lips down there are as pink as the ones on her face.

My cock is literally growing before my eyes as I stand here daydreaming like a kid again. I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity as I march into the shower, hopeful a hot shower can ease my mind, and my cock.

The waterfall showerhead springs to life and the warm water instantly relaxes me, my shoulders dropping at least two inches as the tension releases. Making a mental note to schedule a massage for the following day, I reach for my loofah hanging from the wall and squirt my shower gel on the blue sponge before rubbing it between my hands until the suds come to life.

The soft and squishy fabric feels super soft beneath my fingers, sensual even, much more than usual. Rolling my eyes, I try to focus. Everything is turning me on as Nicole steals my thoughts, completely dominating my desires. Fuck, I want that girl.

Quickly washing my body, eager to get back into bed and find my way to sleep, I quickly run the sponge over my still rock-hard manhood. Holy fuck the loofah feels good, the suds gently soothing the aching of my erection.

I bet this is what Nicole feels like, a soft cloud, warm and wet for my cock. My hips inch forward as I press my tip into the loofah, the soft fabric caressing my sensitive skin. I don’t even care how ridiculous this is any more. I want her, and I can’t have her, at least not tonight. So I’m gonna cum for her, whether she knows it or not.

Grinding against the loofah I imagine her at home touching herself to thoughts of me. I hope she’s cupping her breasts, with one hand eventually trailing down, to ease that desire between her legs. She’s soaking in her panties, her clit engorged, begging for some attention.

Slipping her hand into her panties, I want her to glide her petite fingers down her sex. My cock grinds into the loofah and I imagine the wetness of her glistening sex, the arousal apparent. She’ll shock herself by how wet she gets for me. I’ll have her wetter than any other man she’s ever been with. She’s probably at home ready to slide a finger inside, but she better not. No, I want her to tease herself first, just like I am with this stupid fucking loofah.

Run the pad of her fingertip over her clit and until a soft moan falls from those sweet lips. A moan, for me. My hips rock forward imagining how she sounds crying out my name. Unable to bear it any longer, my hand drops to my side before my fingers inch over, slowly wrapping around my ten inches of steel.

A groan immediately escapes me. Fighting the urge only made me more horny, and thinking of Nicole sliding a finger inside, gasping as she pushes through that velvety layer of herself, I want to cum on the spot, but fuck that, I begged for this, so I’m gonna enjoy it.

My grip strokes to the head of my cock, squeezing as a drop of pre-cum oozes from my tip. Fuck, it feels good. Imagining how tight Nicole’s pussy is makes my hand glide back to my base, as I bit my bottom lip in pleasure. I want to feel the inside of her and make her beg me for more.

Yeah, I’m gonna flip the game on her. She’s goona be the one begging me for this long cock, and when I finally give it to her, I’ll make her wait to cream all over me. She’ll be screaming my name before I let her cum, the thought making my hand speed increase, yanking my length roughly as I groan, my hips slowly edging forward like I’m thrusting between Nicole’s thin legs.

I can’t believe she didn’t invite me upstairs to her place. She must know I’m gonna own that ass after our first night together. My ten inches grow as I think of ways I’ll bend her lean body once I’m inside her. She’ll be running all over the bed, I bet she can’t handle all of me. I’ll have to train her pussy to take all of this cock without breaking in half.

"Ungh," I growl as the pleasure starts to boil over, another ooze of pre-cum glistening my tip.

No, I’m not ready to release yet. I still want to think about her. The build up is even better than when I envision her in bed, probably wearing something lace. She looks like a classy girl that lounges around in silk. When my hand held her petite fingers today, she felt as smooth as silk, and I imagine that touch gripping my cock right now. Moving my hand up and down my manhood, stroking and squeezing, I close my eyes and pretend it’s Nicole gripping me.

She’ll be so shocked when she sees how big I am. I can see the look of shock on her face when she drinks me in. Oh, fuck, I hope she sucks me off the first time. Those plump lips wrapped around my thick cock will make me cum in no time. I bet she’s shy too, but I’ll slide this rod down her throat until she gags on it, spitting everything back on me so she can suck it off, real sloppy.

"Mmm…" I hum my satisfaction of the image as my hand continues gliding, my eyes closed as my mind focuses in on her.

I can actually see her in bed, squirming as she slides a finger in and out of her tight opening, once she craves a little more pressure, she’ll slip another finger in. Her back will arch and a small moan will escape her as her ass pokes out a little, desperately wanting more, but only I can give her that.

Only I can slide this twelve-inch anaconda in her wetness and rock her body until she creams all over me. I want to make her scream, cry, and beg for more. I wonder how many times a man has made her cum before. Whatever it is, I’m sure I can top it. I’ll make her cum all night, sucking that pussy until she begs for me to plunge inside of her.

Just when my hand is working overtime, gripping and grinding, my body desperate for a climax, I slow my pace and loosen my grip. I feel like I’m training for the Olympics. Knowing I’ll be inside her soon enough, and realizing the effect she has on me, it’s best I work up my stamina instead of just driving myself crazy to cum in two minutes.

There’s no way I’m gonna disappoint her. Looking down at my throbbing length I know that’s not an option or a possibility. I’m too into her to fail. I want her too bad to embarrass myself. Besides, I haven’t done that involuntarily since high school. Sure, I’ve let a girl get me off as soon as possible, typically that’s my strategy. I’m not interested in prolonging or impressing a girl I don’t really give a fuck about. And let’s be honest, I don’t ever give a fuck about these girls, especially after I’ve fucked them.

Maybe that’s why Nicole is playing this game. She wants me to be really interested in her before we spend a night together, because she knows there’s a high probability that I won’t care too much what happens afterwards. I can’t really deny that, but envisioning her teasing me in some lace boy shorts is taking me to the brink again, my hips surging forward like I’m fucking her in this shower as the warm water cascades across my back.

She’s gonna tease me with that pussy, I already know it. I can’t be sure why, but the idea actually excites me. Typically a game like this would aggravate me and make me never call the girl again, but there’s something about Nicole that just makes me open to whatever she wants. If I have to prove myself, I will. She wants me to wait? I’ll bring a fucking lawn chair and camp out at her little apartment. I’m gonna have her, no matter how she plays her hand. It would be in her best interest not to set herself up for too much torture, because the longer she makes me wait to feel her, the longer I’m gonna make her wait to cum for me.

I swear, I’ll own her pleasure after just one night. She’ll have to ask me to cum, beg me. I can hear her sweet voice moaning, asking for her release. Pleading for me to push her over the edge. It’ll only take a flick of my tongue, but I’m gonna hold it off until she can’t take it anymore, because that’s how I feel right now.

Hell, this girl has me in the shower jerking off! And fucking enjoying it! What is happening! I’m a fucking prince for crying out loud. I could fuck anyone. Women throw themselves at me all day. I literally have a fan mail address that gets overwhelmed with panties sent from women around the world, and I here imagining these water drops are Nicole’s finger tips, running across my body, as my temperature surges, my cock aching in my hand.

I know I can’t hold off my orgasm another time, because I’m dangerously closing to a case of blue balls forcing myself up and down like a see-saw. I guess I wanted to show myself I could drive my cock even crazier than Nicole, but now my climax is evading me, my length heavy in my hand, but my release nowhere in sight.

"Fuck," I bite out, wishing Nicole was here.

I imagine her sitting on the marble bench of my shower watching me, her legs spread as her hand drifts from cupping her breasts to her flat stomach. She’ll want me to cum to her, and I’ll do anything to please her. I stroke myself long and hard, squeezing my shaft while imagining us with our eyes interlocked, as we pleasure ourselves to each other.

Her gray eyes would close slowly as the pleasure overtook her, those thin fingers jamming in ad out of her pussy. I bet she likes it a little rough, the good girls usually do. If that’s what she wants I’ll give it to her, and I’ll do it better than anyone she’s ever let between her legs.

Then it occurs to me that she might be hung up on another guy, and a smile creeps across my face as I realize how easy of an obstacle that’ll be to overcome. There’s no way her ex is sexier than me, and when I’m done making her body sing, she’ll be racking her brain to even remember his name.

My cock twitches, and I know my climax is just strokes away. Images of Nicole flood my mind as I think back to our date, her sitting across from me with her legs crossed, telling me all about her life. She was so open and honest with me, like she had nothing to hold back. Looking into those sexy gray eyes, I couldn’t hear more than every other word as my eyes hungrily roamed her body, eager to get her home.

Squeezing my cock, I slow my strokes, wanting to savor the pleasure as I rock my hips, lowering the loofah so the tip of my cock is coated in suds as I prepare to let loose. God, I hope she’s on birth control, because I want to cum inside her the first time she let’s me feel her. I want her tight pussy to squeeze my cock as I ooze inside of her.

"Fuck," I bite the word out as my teeth grit together, ready to explode. Before I can stop myself the world stumbles out of my mouth, "Nicole."

Holy hell. I’m already jerking off thinking of her, imagining her here with me, and now I’m groaning the girl’s name? Who the fuck am I? I can’t pretend to care, or solve that puzzle right now. I’m gripping ten inches of aching flesh and my hips are rocking fast and uncontrollably, desperate for this climax.

"Ungh…" I groan, my abdomen muscles tenses as my balls draw up. Oh, fuck it feels so good. My body has been craving this all night, and now I’m gonna give it to her. That’s right, this isn’t for anyone else but Nicole.

"Nicole," I groan her name again, this time not caring how ridiculous it is to lust after a woman I’ve never even tasted. Oh, God, the idea of tasting her makes me squeeze my shaft. Hard. I shove my cock through my grip, fucking my hand like I’m driving into Nicole.

"Oh shit," I grunt. This build up is unbelievable. I feel like it’s been brewing since I picked her up and saw her in that little dress. My cock twitches in my hand again, and I close my eyes, eager to get this nut out.

"Tell me you want it," I groan, pretending to talk to Nicole.

I’m gonna have her begging for my nut like every woman before her. She’ll want to do anything to see me cum, feel me ooze in her pussy, her mouth, her tight ass. I’m gonna fuck her everywhere, all over this fucking city, if she would just stop playing with me.

My heart rate is through the roof, my chest rising and falling fast as I stroke my length quickly, the water helping my hand glide over my flesh with ease, like I’m in a warm, wet pussy.

"Mmm…" I moan, that sound that only precedes an orgasm, when my body and defenses weaken and I’m vulnerable as a bitch for two seconds. My hand works faster, racing to the tip of my cock as my hips rock forward, my entire body tense, bracing for the explosion.

I swear I can see Nicole’s face, her eyes clenches shut, that cute little button nose scrunched as she contorts as the pleasure flows out her. She’ll have to cum at least twice before I let her have this nut.

"Give it to me," I grunt, biting the words through my teeth as I stroke my cock one last time before jerking as I finally reach my climax.

"Oh, fuck! Nicole! Ungh!" I growl, squeezing my cock as I coat the wall with a thick cream that matches the marble.

I don’t think I’ve ever needed to cum more in my life. It feels like a load is lifted off my shoulders as I pant, struggling to catch my breath like I’ve just finished a workout session. In some ways, I guess I have.

After rinsing the suds from my hard body, I turn the water off and grab my towel from the heater rack, wrapping it around my hips before stepping on the heated tiles on my floor.

With a deep sigh, I walk into my huge closet, which I know is bigger than most people’s apartments in the city. Opening the top drawer on one of my gray shelving units, I pull a pair of rolled black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. My made keeps everything neat and meticulously organized, just how I like it.

From the next drawer I pull a crisp white t-shirt, and head to bed feeling much more relaxed, although my mind is still racing thinking about this girl. This girl whose name I just growled while squeezing a huge load out. It may not be the most romantic thing, but I’ve never done that to the thought of any girl. It’s about as sentimental as I get, and I know I’m in trouble with this one.

I’ve never wanted a girl this bad, but I know all I have to do is devise a plan to make her fall for me, and how hard can that be? There isn’t a man in New York City more charming than me. Well, maybe there is, but he’s probably ugly or broke, so that takes him out the running right there. I’m a total package, and the moment I can convince Nicole of that, her legs will spread with ease.

My orgasm drained me of my energy and I feel myself fading quickly, trying to clear my mind so this girl doesn’t dominate my thoughts even while I’m sleep. I don’t need to be dreaming about a girl like a complete creep. I’ve gotta fuck her so this whole pedestal shit can fade, because right now she’s sitting on top of the world and I can’t have that.

I’m the one that’s royalty, but the way I’m acting you would think she was the queen of the fucking world. I make a point to have my assistant schedule some romantic shit that girls like, I’m gonna sweep Nicole off her feet. She won’t even see it coming or know what happened once I get done with her. And the reward is gonna be so sweet when I’m laying between her legs, hearing her cry my name out as she squeezes me.