Try to salvage the night

Yvette was still clearly angry, but her expression softened when she looked up at me. "I'm so sorry, John. I should have remembered that the cable's there. I shouldn't have called you back, it was selfish of me."

"Hey, no, I wanted to come by. I wanted you."

"That's sweet of you to say. But she's right, I've been dumb and I didn't think this through and now I fought with her for no reason..."

I recognized the look on her face. I'd seen it just now on Ciara's. I can't do anything for the little one, but I could help Yvette. I surprise her by putting my arms around her little body and just holding her against me. She embraced me in return. Neither of us said anything for a while and I heard a sob from her face buried in my chest. I nuzzled her hair. She smelled of peaches and her arousal.

There was a pretty giggle and she rubbed her belly against my erection. I'd almost forgotten it. "Hi," she said, looking up at me, smiling. "Is all of that," she pressed herself against it "for li'l ole me?"

Honestly, no. By way of response I kissed her, as passionately as the last time, and slid my hands down her back... down to her butt. I grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it up, exposing her naked ass. Yvette gasped, then moaned as my firm grip parted her cheeks, and I ran a finger along her damp crack, over her taint and down to the source of her wetness. "Fuck, yesss," she exhaled as I teased her huge labial lips, feinted plunging my fingers into her, making her buck in anticipation, then withdrew from her as she whined. "No, no, no!" Smirking I raised my soaked fingers to my lips, sucked one digit clean, enjoying her sour, lemony taste, and then experimentally placed another finger over her mouth.

Yvette latched onto my finger with an intensity that made me the one to moan. Her mouth was like a moving vise, her tongue lavishing my finger with love, her cheeks caving in as she sucked. My cock twitched, jealous and impatient, and she looked at me all the while, relishing my reaction. There was a wet pop! when she let my finger go, but went back to lick the saliva off the tip with the very tip of her tongue, dainty as a butterfly.

"Damn, Yvette," I gasped.

"Damn, right," she laughed. "I don't remember the last time anyone's made me feel like such a horny little bitch. I have to have your cock. Fuck me," she demanded. "Throw me down onto my bed and fuck me."

Her wish was my command. I lifted her up by her armpits and dropped her onto the edge of her bed, spreading her flat against what looked like a thick, fluffy cream towel that covered most of her bed. I helped her wriggle out of her ridiculous T-shirt and had her nude before me for the first time.

I fell in love then and there.

I brought my mouth to a soft breast and engulfed the pink, erect nipple that seemed to be straining for me to suck it. I bit, kissed and licked, to her appreciative cries, and then took my mouth on a journey south with hard kisses. Her skin was cool, but warming up, going red in my wake. She protested, "No, no, your cock, please give me your cock..." All in good time, I thought to myself. I had to kiss her other mouth before I began.

She looked and smelled in bloom. I had never seen a girl so wet in my life. The towel beneath her was dampening with it. I tasted Yvette from her source, as she alternately moaned and begged me to stop teasing her. She began to swear at me and beat me on my shoulders with balled little fists. I pulled my head from her cunt with a swift, unexpected motion, then sat up. "Oh!," she gasped. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her up to me, her pussy against my cock, separated by my clothes. I rubbed her desperation against my jeans, careful not to chafe her. A wet patch grew over my zipper, making me laugh in delight.

Yvette was nearly in tears. "If you don't stick it in me right now you, John Doe, I'm going to fucking kill you!"

Yvette Black dripping, begging me to fuck her. What more could life offer me? I blew her a kiss, the began to disrobe rapidly. I was going to give her the fuck of her life.

Her eyes widened as I bared my chest. I preened for a second until I realized it was in horror and not admiration. "Oh my God, John. Look at your chest."

I glanced down. There was an ugly bruise along its length.

"She must have hurt you more than we thought. Oh, you poor baby..."

"I'm fine," I reassured her, touching the red-blue impression of the living room carpet Ciara had given me. It felt a little raw but otherwise fine. I smiled. "It'll be fine." I continued undressing.

"I'm not sure," she said, still worried but clearly as aroused as ever. "We could take a break, take care of that, then pick up again."

"Nah, baby, I have to have to you now," I said, meaning it. I showed her what I meant. Her mouth opened to see my naked cock. It was throbbing and twitching. I saw her lick her lips, perhaps involuntarily. I'm not a big man but it's a pretty nice size and shape that no woman's complained about afterwards.

"You might hurt yourself worse if you fuck me like this. Let's just - oh!" I'd placed my hot manhood over her pussylips, rubbing its length against her with strong, deliberate motions. "Hnh, uh! Oh God I can't concent- nnnhh... oh, don't! Please! Listen to meeeeee..." her hips bucked against my flesh, her body rebelling against her. Surrendering to me.

But, a little part of my brain still functioning against my lust said that she had a point. And if she's trying to deny herself what she really wants to make it, I should probably listen.