Assertive

"I want a shower," Rory whispered, her lips pressed against Alex's ear. "Mix me a drink, would you? And you better be naked and hard when I get out!"

"Of course, love," Alex said with a smile. They kissed again as she walked into the apartment as if she owned the place.

It was her way, and one of the things Alex loved about her. Rory's assertiveness, her self-assurance. The first time she'd stayed the night, she'd left her toothbrush and an extra pair of panties. Slowly but surely, she had carved out her own space among his things. When the time did come for them to move in together, Alex imagined it would take less getting used to than he imagined.

Sometimes, he pushed back—but what worked about their relationship was the balance. There were times when she wanted to ride his cock, sometimes she wanted to be cuddled. Alex had learned to read her moods, and more often than not he fell into place. There were times he wanted to cuddle her. There were times he wanted to pound her so hard she screamed.

He grinned as the sound of the shower came to him, and shrugged out of his robe. In the kitchen, he cut an orange into wedges. Measured out the vodka and peach brandy, then the orange and cranberry juice. A maraschino cherry as garnish...and her sex on the beach was ready.

Alex had cleaned up the kitchen by the time the shower stopped. Rory took her time, and he imagined she was clean inside and out when she emerged. He sat on the edge of the bed, to face the bathroom door. His hand came to his cock.

When he was young, his cock had sprung up all the time, often with just a thought. As he got older, it took a little longer, a little more effort. His thumb ran over and over the glans...and he thought of Rory. The way her hips swelled out to that generous ass. The small, perfectly proportioned breasts. The way her lips looked when she wrapped them around her cock and pulled back, so her cheeks hollowed out and her whole face seemed to stretch.

By the time she emerged, her wet hair wild about her shoulders, it was to the sight of Alex seated on the bed, a drink in his left hand, all six inches of him hard and ready for her.

Rory took the drink and sipped. Her eyes never left his. Alex wanted to know what she wanted next.