Clyde had to smirk at Bonnie's reaction to him stripping. He could see just the hint of a blush as his pants came off. G*d, it made her look so hot, so innocent. But her eyes gave away the wicked lust inside. But it wasn't just her appearance that he loved about this southern girl. It was something more. She made him laugh, made him feel comfortable. He felt as though he could conquer the world as long as he was near.<br/><br/>The way her lips met his, the dance of their tongues, her soft touch - it was enough to make him shiver. His erect member throbbed against her folds, wanting to be engulfed inside her.  He was giving himself over to her completely. She may not have been his first, but she was the first one he'd ever given control to in a situation like this. Not that he wasn't respectful of the need of a woman, just he was more dominant.<br/><br/>As he had aid to Clarence, he liked sassy women. Maybe it was because sassy women were more of a challenge to tame, but tame he did. But he could tell Bonnie was different. She wasn't just sassy, she was wild and free. That was something he didn't want to tame and he doubted he ever could even if he tried. It seemed for the first time in his life there was a woman who could tame<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">him</span></span>!<br/><br/>He lay there under her, his hands caressing her body. Her touches sent shock waves through him.<span style="color: #B7410E">"Bonnie..."</span>His voice came out as a horse whisper, filled with passion and yearning. He gripped her smooth, bare ass with both hands.<span style="color: #B7410E">"I want you, baby. Not just now, but forever. Come on, doll. Make your lion purr."</span>For the first time in his life that he could remember, Clyde had begged for something. And it was something that was going to be worth every bit of it.