her men, but he had a presence of calmness that she didn’t usually see in other men. Flirty but cautious, and that caution made her want him even more.
When he walked her up to his place and closed the door, she’d wanted to wait for him to start in with her, but she couldn’t. Three years without sex had been a long time to go just using her hand. She’d been wet and ready for him since he told her they could wait for something to pop up while he waited to see if his luck would change.
He turned around and caught her as she threw herself at him, and she was grateful because he didn’t hinder her from grinding her panty covered pussy on whatever firm body part was closest and finding his lips with hers.
“Whoa, hold on a minute.” Sonny held her ass as she tried not to hump him like a dog in heat, but for some reason her filter was off. It was like all the emotions and desires she’d held back for so long had disappeared in an instant, and she couldn’t wait another minute to touch and be touched.
“What?” she panted “I thought you were going to show me the entertainments of your bed?” She knew her voice sounded like she’d run a race and now she hoped she wouldn’t scare him off.
“We will get there shortly.” He eased her off his neck, and she could see the outline of his thick cock through his jeans. She was so happy to see that because at least she knew that he was affected. Maybe not as much as she was, but he wasn’t immune to what she’d been doing.
She released him and tried to wait, but she’d never been very good at that. It was probably one of her problems, but she couldn’t remember a time when people moved at her speed. Her mother called her Turbo because she rarely listened to instructions or waited to be told the right way to do things before she plowed off to do them herself. Sometimes it worked well, and sometimes she failed miserably. She wanted this to be the time it worked well.
She watched him take off his jacket and place it in a hall closet then he gestured for her to follow him. In the time it took to walk back to the room he was leading her to, she’d checked out his place and thought it didn’t look too bad for a bachelor. It was clean and had a good amount of furniture. Although it didn’t match, it appeared homey and comfortable. He had a decent place to call home that was unlike the hovel she lived in.
He opened the door to his room and escorted her in, but he was watching her like a hawk, and she guessed she deserved it the way she jumped on him at the door.
“I guess you aren’t used to women jumping on you?” Wanting to break the tension, humor was the only thing she could think of, so she used it as best as she could.
“It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. You being eager is a huge turn on. I just wasn’t prepared for it.” He walked toward her lifting his shirt off, and she wondered if she was going to come just watching him undress. The body he exposed to her was a work of art. It didn’t look like he worked out, but it looked like he worked hard doing something. He was a little hairy, and she wouldn’t have thought she’d like it as much as she did. He didn’t seem to like her aggressive manner before, so she was going to turn it down for now, but that was really her. She liked to play rough and fuck hard. It was fun and exciting trying to take control from a man but especially from someone who didn’t like to relinquish it. The fun was in the challenge, but she’d rarely met anyone who liked to play that way. They either wanted someone to be submissive, which totally wasn’t her style, or they let her take total control which took all the fun out of it. She couldn’t say she’d even voiced those thoughts aloud, and until recently it wasn’t even something to consider, but she wondered if her luck had changed in other ways this night.
“I’m trying to figure you out.” His deep voice turning