“Yes, your hands.”
I’ve never been good with vague directions. My father was very explicit about what he expected to be done and what the punishment would be if the act wasn’t done properly. When teachers gave overly general instructions, I tended to end up with an F. Detailed instructions were more my thing, and I wonder if I should ask Seri for a rubric.
“What exactly are you trying to say?”
Seri sighs.
“I want to fuck, Bishop. I want you to warm me up by finger fucking me until I come all over your hand. You do know what finger fucking is, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” I swallow. “I do.”
“Good boy!” She grabs my hand and drags me over to the bed. I stand there like an idiot as she pulls off her clothes and drops them in a heap on the flood. She crawls onto the bed on all fours, looking at me over her shoulder, and my head is spinning almost as much as it had when I was drunk.
She leans back against the wall with her knees bent, spreads her legs, and then pats her pussy with the palm of her hand.
“Come on, then.”
I nod as I lower my jeans and climb onto the bed in front of her, my heart racing. This is familiar territory, at least. Margot taught me well on this front and often complimented me on my ability to read her.
Starting with her ankles, I slide my hands up her legs slowly. I gaze at her glistening eyes as I move my hands to the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs a little farther apart. My thumbs barely graze her as I reach for her stomach, then move back around to the outside of her hips.
“Oh, you’re a tease.” Her voice is dark as she narrows her eyes at me. “Better not make me wait too long.”
I raise an eyebrow at her but say nothing.
She shifts her hips a little, and I grab them tighter, holding her still against the mattress. I feel her ass clench, but she keeps herself motionless as I slide a single finger from her navel downward, grazing her clit. She tenses again as I pull away and suck two fingers into my mouth.
“Damn.” She lets out a long breath.
I grin as I release my fingers from my mouth and slide them between her legs. I hold her hip steady with one hand as I explore her with the other, sliding up and down first and then in an oblong circle. Every time she twists to get more pressure, I grip her hip harder. When she finally stays still, I slowly slide one finger inside and then another.
I twist my fingers inside of her, gauging her reaction with every slight change in position. She’s breathing faster, and her face is flush. I slide back and forth a few more times before pressing against her clit with my thumb.
She jumps slightly and then settles back down.
“That’s it,” she says. “Just like that.”
I watch her face closely, assessing her reaction to every touch. With my free hand, I reach up and stroke her nipples, right and then left. She arches her back, pressing my hand tightly against her. I press and circle her clit as she starts to moan.
I want to dive in and taste her, but it’s not what she asked for, so I don’t.
I feel her starting to clamp down on my fingers, and I move slightly faster, still pressing my thumb against her as she cries out and arches again to meet the pressure. I glance up and see her head thrown back and her eyes closed. I can’t help but smile slightly.
Seri drops back to the bed, panting.
“Boy, you have some fucking skills!” She grins at me as she grabs my shoulders and pulls me toward her. She pushes hard on my right side, tumbling me onto my back. “Now get those shorts off so I can see that glorious cock of yours.”
I sit up at the edge of the bed to start to push my shorts down my legs, but I guess I’m not fast enough about it. She grabs the hem, yanks then down my legs, and throws them behind her. The shorts almost land in the fire, and I have a brief second of panic.
Seri grips my thighs and stares into my eyes with that demented grin. She licks her lips, and my throat tightens as I realize what she’s about to do.
“Mmm…” She runs her tongue over me, starting at the base of my cock and then sliding up to the tip. She doesn’t take me in her mouth but licks back down the other side. With her free hand, she cups my balls.
“You’d like me to suck you off, wouldn’t you, Bishop?”
“Yes.” I practically breathe the word and follow it with a gasp. I stare at her face as she watches me closely, flicking the tip of her tongue along my shaft.
“Well, I’m not going to.” She smacks me lightly on the thigh as she sits up. “Get that sexy ass back up on the bed!”