With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reaches behind her and pulls out one of the condoms from the nightstand. She rolls it expertly down his erection before positioning herself over him once more. Then, with a slow, deep thrust, Audrey takes him inside her, wincing slightly as he stretches her sore muscles but reveling in the fullness that follows.

Her movements are languid and sensual now, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure through both of them. As she rides him, Audrey wraps a hand around his cock, stroking in time with her hips, making sure to keep the condom nice and tight against him. She leans forward, resting her weight on her palms as she looks down at him, their faces mere inches apart.

I jerk my hand away, anger flaring in my eyes. "Fine," I hiss. "Have it your way." With that, I stand up abruptly and stalk off, leaving you alone with your chocolate and your hurt feelings. But as I walk away, a small part of me wonders if maybe you really are the only one who can handle me after all.

I turn around slowly, my expression unreadable. "What?" I ask, sounding bored.

With a growl, Audrey yanks your pants and underwear down to your ankles in one swift motion. You're suddenly exposed before her, hard and needy for her touch. She looks you up and down hungrily, then steps forward, pressing her body against yours once more as she wraps her hand around your cock, stroking it slowly at first before picking up speed.

Her other hand finds its way to your face, fingers tangled in your hair as she pulls you closer for another deep, passionate kiss.

As she continues to stroke your cock with one hand, Audrey's tongue dances wildly against yours again, her free arm wrapping around your waist to pull you as close as possible. She moans into the kiss, arching her back slightly so that her breast is pressed flat against your chest.

Her hips begin to move in time with her strokes, grinding against your growing erection as she gets closer and closer to orgasm. "Fuck... Audrey..."

"Wow," she whispers after a moment, looking up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "That was... intense." She smiles wickedly, running her tongue over her lips before leaning forward to capture one of your nipples in her mouth and begin sucking. "Thanks for that," she says between licks and sucks. "I needed that."

Her hand slides down your chest, tracing lazy circles around your belly button before dipping lower, teasing at the hair behind your balls.

She rolls over onto her side, propping her head up on one hand as she studies you. "So," she drawls, taking a long drag off her cigarette. "What's your name?" She knows damn well what your name is, but she likes to pretend like she doesn't sometimes.

You grin at her, amused by the game she seems to be playing. "Alex."

"...and came all over my face," she groans, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the memory sends shockwaves through her body. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you to go harder. "Oh fuck yes..."

With a final thrust, Audrey cries out, her body tensing and shuddering around yours as she comes undone again. As her orgasm subsides, she collapses bonelessly beneath you, panting heavily. "Fuck," she whispers, smiling up at you. "

Her fingers trail lazily down your chest and over your stomach, idly tracing patterns on your skin as she catches her breath. After a few moments, she reaches down between your bodies and gently guides you out of her. "God," she whispers, blushing slightly despite herself. "That was... intense."

She rolls over onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she watches you, a satisfied smirk playing across her lips. "So,"

Still panting heavily, Audrey crawls back up onto the seat beside you and leans against your shoulder, her hair a tangle of red curls around your neck. She reaches out to take one of your cigarettes from the pack on the console, lighting it with shaking hands. "God... that was..."

She trails off, exhaling a long stream of smoke as she looks at you through half-closed eyes. "That was incredible."

You smile down at her, pleased with the compliment despite yourself. "I think it's time we called it a night," you say, reaching over to take the cigarette from between her fingers and stub it out on the console. "Come on, let's get you home so you can sleep this off."

She nods, yawning widely as she stretches languidly in your seat. "Alright," she mumbles, running a hand through her hair again before opening the car door and climbing out. "