She snickered. “You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I?” I challenged her.
She leaned forward and her breasts rubbed against my exposed shoulder blades, making my earlier erection stiffen once again.
Dammit.
Ruled by my cock.
“I touched the headboard a few minutes ago, while I was undressing for the bath,” she purred into my ear. “You want to know what I saw when I did that?”
“What?” I asked her.
I knew what she saw.
It didn’t take much to guess, anyway.
“You’re not even going to try to guess?” she asked hopefully.
I shook my head.
“No,” I muttered into the blankets.
She scored her nails down my back again, and a moan slipped from my lips.
“You’re a very muscular man,” she observed as she rubbed her hands up and down my back, her muscles stopping to knead certain muscles of my back before she moved on to the next ones.
I moaned into my comforter, the sound so tortured that the wench on my back laughed.
“Hush,” I growled.
She ignored me and leaned forward, her lips right next to my ear.
“Your arms have muscles in them that I’ve never seen before,” she whispered. “The next time you stroke your cock in this bed, I want to watch.”Chapter 12Smonday: The moment that a Sunday starts feeling like a Monday.
-Fact of Life
Ian
“You want to watch now?” I asked her. “’Cause I’m about to come whether you want me to or not.”
She giggled.
“Oh, yeah. I want to watch you stroke that cock now,” she whispered, desire practically dripping from her voice. “Do you know what I did in the bath while I waited for you to come back?”
I didn’t need to know.
The moment my back hit the coolness of the tub, the scene had replayed in my mind, blasting into the forefront of my brain like it’d always been there.
“Fuck me,” I said, rolling over and dislodging her from my body.
She laughed as her back hit the bed, but it quickly died when she saw the state my cock was in.
“Do it,” she ordered.
I gritted my teeth and grasped my cock in one work-roughened fist.
Her eyes widened when I started to stroke the length of my cock, pulling in rough tugs that would’ve looked downright painful to anyone else.
Me, though? Well, I liked it rough.
The rougher the better.
Something she was just now realizing.
My other hand moved down to my balls, and I started to tug, gently at first until before long I was working them just like I was my cock.
My eyes had closed, but the moment I heard Wink moan, my eyes shot open.
I found her only inches away from my cock, her hot mouth so close that I should’ve felt the heat from her breath on the tip of my dick.
Her tongue shot out the moment our eyes made contact, and the hot tip of her tongue met the small drop of pre-come that was pebbled at the slit of my cock.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“You taste good,” she whispered silkily.
“Take more into your mouth,” I ordered.
She shook her head and went up to her knees, then started to shuffle down the bed to where my head was resting on two pillows.
She yanked them both out from under my head, and I fell flat on the bed next to her knees, my eyes fully taking in her state.
“You want me?” I asked her.
“I want your mouth.”
“Where?” I persisted.
“On me.” She widened her legs, letting me see the wetness between her legs.
It was so copious that it slickened her thighs.
“Come ride my beard then, baby.” I continued to work my cock, slower now than I had been doing it before.
She smiled at me timidly, her bravado fading.
“Now,” I ordered. “Use my beard like your own personal saddle.”
Her eyes widened, and I winked.
“Come on, I don’t bite.”
She slowly moved until she straddled my face between her thighs, her knees digging into the bed by my ears.
Her pussy hovered over my face, inches away.
I didn’t move, though, instead letting her come to me.
And come to me she did.
One second her pussy was too far away for me to reach, even with my stiffened tongue, and the next she was practically smothering me with her cunt.
“Fuck,” I muttered, but the syllable was lost in the lips of her sex.
Tongue darting out, I started to lick her clean, dipping it in and out of her sex to taste her like a fine wine.
My nose hit her clit, and her back bowed off the bed like I’d struck her with a live wire.
“Oh, God,” she whispered frantically. “I’ve been holding off for you.”
I knew that, too.
I’d watched her bring herself to the brink of orgasming not once, not twice, but four times.
“Give me your fingers,” she pleaded.
I set one single digit at her entrance and circled the opening as my mouth found its way back to her clit.
Her hands latched onto my beard of all things, and then she tugged forward, and my entire face was covered by her pussy.