I nod, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. He rolls me onto my back and climbs on top of me again, this time between my spread legs. His cock slides easily over my slick folds, teasingly close to entering me but not quite yet. With a groan, he lowers his hips, guiding himself closer still until the head of his cock is pressed against my entrance.

"I want it," I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need it." I arch my back, trying to pull him closer, to feel every inch of his hard length inside me. But he resists, holding himself back with a strength that surprises me.

"Tell me," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me what you want me to do to you." His eyes bore into mine, demanding honesty.

I hesitate for only a moment before the words spill out of me in a rush. "Fuck me,"

His words only seem to fuel her desire as she pulls back slightly, gazing into his eyes with a mixture of anger and lust. "Is that what you want?" she asks, voice low and husky. "For me to stop?" Before he can answer, she leans forward again and hungrily kisses him, hands moving to cup his face as she deepens the kiss.

Her body presses against his, her hardening nipples rubbing against his chest through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

"Then let me get to know you," she whispers between kisses, lips moving down his jawline to nibble at his earlobe. "Let me show you what we could have together." Her hands slip lower, palming his chest as she arches her back slightly, grinding against him.

The tail that curves from her rear end twitches impatiently, eager for contact with his body.