“What are you doing down there?”
“I’m kissing your thighs, touching you, I’m going to go down on you… Why? Am I doing something wrong?”
“Oh no, and the thought is very sweet, but look around you. I just dragged you out of a fire exit into an alley behind the club so that you could fuck my brains out, not so that we could have fantastically caring, mutual sex with orgasms and everyone’s needs met. I’m not looking for the big O, I just want your cock inside me. As soon as possible, yeah?”
This was not how it goes in the magazines and the books and the conversations with my unrepresentatively large coterie of female friends, but then Jess really isn’t like any of them anyway. On our fourth date she took me sky diving, without telling me until the door was opened on the plane. Still I would tandem with her again in a heartbeat.
I fumbled with my fly and after a couple of false starts got my cock out and slid it straight into her, effortlessly; she moaned with relief and looked right into my eyes.
“Now really fuck me!”