I sit up and stretch. I wonder where she is, and I realize I can hear her moving around in the lounge. I get up and head for the bathroom. I want to take a quick shower before I go looking for her.
I shower and brush my teeth. I come out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist. Robin is sitting on the end of the bed, her hair still damp from her own shower. She’s wearing my shirt from last night. She is clutching a cup of coffee, and I see another one on the cabinet beside the bed.
She smiles when I come out of the bathroom.
“About time,” she says. Her eyes fall on my towel. “You can get that off.”
I don’t need telling twice. I pull the towel away from me and throw it to the ground. She puts her cup down and stands up as I cross the room. I pull her into my arms and kiss her. My hard cock is pressed between us and I’m ready for her all over again. I move my hand down to her pussy. I slip my fingers between her lips and she gasps in pain as I touch her swollen clit. I pull back from the kiss and regard her with concern.
“You’re still sore?” I ask.
She laughs breathily.
“Still sore? Denton, after last night I won’t be able to walk right for a week. But this morning isn’t about me.”
She pulls my hand away from her pussy and turns me, pushing me back onto the bed. I shuffle back when she flaps her hands at me. She nods with satisfaction when I am lying flat on the bed.
She stands at the end of the bed watching me. I prop myself up on my elbows. She unbuttons the shirt slowly, one button at a time. She keeps it pulled closed, teasing me with a glimpse of her bare skin as she works on the buttons. She smiles at me once the buttons are all undone. She slips the shirt off her shoulders, exposing her naked body. Her nipples stand to attention as she pulls the shirt down her arms and lets it fall to the floor.
She runs her tongue over her lips in a way that sends a shock wave running through me. She steps toward the bed and puts one knee on it. Keeping her body low, she crawls over the bed until she’s positioned herself between my knees.
She runs her nails down my belly, hard. My back arches and I gasp at the sudden stinging pain as red marks appear on my skin. She grins. She flattens herself out until she’s lying on her stomach. She pushes her arm underneath my thigh. Her other hand grips my cock and directs it toward her open mouth. She sucks me into her mouth and circles her tongue around my cock.
I suck in a breath as her warmth spreads along my cock. She sucks harder, pulling me all the way into her mouth. She bobs her head, moving her lips up and down my length. She pulls her arm back out from underneath me and gets to her knees, bent at the waist, still holding me in her mouth.
She works furiously, her head moving. She brings her lips all the way up me and concentrates on the tip. The sight of her holding my hard cock in her mouth that way almost makes me come as a wave of pleasure flows over me. Her tongue makes tiny flicking movements that bring every nerve in me alive.
She plunges down, taking me all the way into the back of her throat. I buck my hips, testing her. She takes it like she takes everything I throw at her. She sucks hard, milking me, stretching my length. I can hear the sucking sounds, the wet slippery noise of her tongue lapping at me, and it almost sends me over the edge.
She brings her head up, letting me drop out of her mouth. She looks at me, her face a mask of wanton desire. She doesn’t speak. She just lifts one of her legs, straddling one of mine. She pushes my leg in and moves her other one so she’s sitting across my thighs. She shuffles forward and takes my cock in a firm grip.
She moves her fist up and down me, making me moan as she squeezes her fist tighter, bringing me to the edge of my climax. Her hand is moving faster and faster, a blur of motion that sets me on fire. I can’t hold back anymore, her touch is too much, too intense for me to stop myself from climaxing. I feel my cock starting to twitch. I am about to climax, and nothing I can do now will pull it back.