Catch Him(14)

“Do you want to make love or get fucked?”

Sinead startled at the words. She looked at him sitting on the couch, his arm stretched over the back of it, his eyes still on the television until he turned his head to look at her.

“What did you say?”

David patted the seat next to him on the couch. Sinead sat down gingerly, not sure if she needed to be worried about him or not. It had only been three days and two dates.

“I said do you want to make love or get fucked. I suppose I should explain myself so you can remove the wide-eyed doe look you’re sporting. You did say you weren’t an actual virgin.”

Her wide-eyed doe look quickly turned to a scowl.

“That’s better. If I make love to you, we’ll go back to my bedroom. I’ll kiss you slowly and softly. Explore your body inch by inch while I tell you how beautiful you are to me. How much I like being with you. How much I like just looking at your darling Irish face. It will be tender and sweet and we’ll both have amazing orgasms.”

Sinead gulped. “Not going to lie, that sounds kind of nice.”

“Yes, but if I fuck you, you’ll feel it deep inside. It will be hard and frantic and I won’t caress your breasts, I’ll squeeze your tits. I won’t tell you how beautiful you are. Instead, I’ll tell you how much I love your hot wet pussy surrounding my cock. If I fuck you, you will never forget it. If I fuck you, you’ll feel like the human animal you are and it will make you feel alive in ways you probably haven’t thought of before. I’ll take you either way. I’ll enjoy you either way. But you have to be honest with me, Sinead. Do you want to make love or do you want to fuck?”

Sinead thought about her past experiences. She had really had neither. For her it had been sex. Fumbling sex that first time. Decent sex the next few times. Passionless sex when she was doing it just because she thought after a few dates she should.

Making love with David sounded like it would be amazing.

Getting fucked by David was something she was never going to forget.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.

He reached out and ran his finger along her jaw, then tilted her face up slightly. “You’re going to have to do better than that. I almost didn’t hear you.”

“I want to fuck. I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes glazed over with desire. “That’s better. Now stand up and strip for me.”

Sinead wasn’t sure what was compelling her. It was as if she was reaching for another color, one she’d never seen before in her life. Only this time the color was inside of her. She stood and took off her sweatshirt. She felt like she might be glowing from the inside out.

“The shorts now, only slower. Slide them over your legs.”

Yes, she thought. This was easier. Just listen to his voice and have him tell her exactly what she needed to do. No hesitation, she obeyed and slowly undid the button, followed by the zipper, and then a slow, controlled slide of denim down her thighs, letting them drop around her ankles and stepping out of them.

She didn’t really have nice underwear. Just her five-for-thirty-five Victoria’s Secret cotton hip huggers and her one good Body by Victoria bra. Both she’d worn for the occasion.

“Hmm,” he said, contemplating her body. “What do I want to see next? Tits or ass? I’ll go with that sweet ass. Turn around and take your panties off. Again, slowly.”

She did as commanded, with her back arched a little so that her ass was on full display. By the time the panties fell to her ankles, her pussy was desperately wet and she was more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. As if she hadn’t really understood what desire was until that moment. Until he had made her feel it.

“Lose the bra, and when you turn back around make sure your arms are at your sides. I want nothing distracting me from the sight of your hard nipples.”

She followed the direction, and when she turned back to face him she made sure to hold onto her left wrist with her right hand behind her back so she wouldn’t be tempted to cover herself. He was right, of course. Her nipples were tight and hard.

“Yes,” he said as if he was enjoying a piece of art. “That’s rather perfect.”

“That’s an exaggeration,” she huffed. Her boobs were okay, her stomach was a little rounded. She had an okay figure but she wasn’t anywhere close, she bet, to the woman he probably dated.

His eyebrow lifted. “Are you questioning my integrity? Turn back around and bend over, please.”

Sinead did so, thinking he wasn’t going to—

Slap!

The sound registered first on her brain. Then the heat of his hand slapping her ass. It didn’t hurt necessarily, but when he spanked her again and rubbed his hand over the reddened flesh she found herself pushing against that palm.