No

You find her request strange. She never takes the cross off.

“I’m not sure I want to to try that. I don’t want to break the clasp.”

“Don’t worry about it, Nick. Just tear it off. I think I’m having a reaction to it. It’s itching something fierce.”

“Carrie, I couldn’t.”

“Take it off me!”

“Maybe I should go.”

“No, don't! Just hold me.”

You take her in your arms. She kisses you passionately your tongues dancing. She moves down to your neck, kissing and licking it. Her tongue feels rough on your skin.

“Fuck me.” She whispers in your ear.

You remove her top as she unbuttons your pants. Soon her cold hands are wrapped around your cock. Your cock grows rock hard as she toys with it.

“I want you now!”

She tears off your shirt sending buttons flying. She pulls you toward the bedroom, losing her pants as she goes.

“I want to be on top.”

You find it peculiar that she wants to be on top. She isn’t fond of that position. Of course with your cock this hard you aren’t going to question it.

She pushes you on the bed and hop on top of you. She slides her cool, soaking pussy down your fleshpole. To your delight, she begins to vigorously bounce up and down.

You are nearly ready to cum. You grab her and flip her into missionary position. You slow the pace and push deep inside her. She moans in delight and runs her fingernails down your back. You are shocked how sharp they are and you wonder if she drew blood.

You feel her climax and you unleash a deep thrust into her. You cum as she grabs at the sheets.

“Oh fuck that was good. I’ve missed you, Nick. Stay and keep me warm.”

You spoon her and drift off to sleep. The first rays of the morning sun wake you. You look over at Carrie.