“Are you asking if any other women are going to be in that bed?”
She nodded slowly. “I saw them today. I couldn’t help but wonder. This is new. This is … what is this?”
“It’s us,” I answered.
“And the women?”
“Did you hear rules one through four?”
“Mmmhmm.”
I took the wine from her hands and placed it next to mine. The flames bounced off the glasses. I’d never promised a woman I’d be faithful. Shit, I never wanted to be. I liked to have my choices. I liked fucking who I wanted to when I wanted to.
But Julie had changed that. I hadn’t even explored half of what I could with her. Saying that to her was something different. I was scared as fuck.
“You need to hear me say it? You need me to tell you? Or is your pussy still swollen from this morning? Does your clit still feel where I kissed it? Are you still wet from when I fucked everything I had into you?”
She nodded, climbing into my lap. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”
Her legs straddled my waist. Her mouth landed on mine and she kissed me softly at first before her tongue took over. Fuck, this woman could kiss. And the things she could do with her tongue were pure sin.
“If there wasn’t a kid sleeping down the hall, I’d bend you over and fuck you in front of the fireplace and watch you come over and over as the flames ripped through you. But instead, I need you to go into my room and take off your clothes.”
I nudged her off of me. My cock was as solid as a rod of stone. I was sure the kid was asleep and he’d never hear us, but I couldn’t take that chance. The things I wanted to do to her needed to be done in the dark.
She rose from the couch, her eyes filled with lust. Her hands went to the edge of her shirt and she tugged until the fitted Sharks shirt was over her head. I stared at her breasts bobbing over the lacey bra.
“Don’t you break a rule,” I warned.
“Or what?” she taunted.
“Or else you’ll have to bend over the bed and wait for me.”
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The straps fell from her shoulders. She let the pink tip forward, exposing her tits.
“It’s hard to learn so many rules at once.” She sashayed from the couch. “But maybe with a little encouragement I’ll be better at it tomorrow night.” She looked at me wickedly over her shoulder.
“Now it’s not just bending over. You’re not listening, baby. I want your legs spread wide. By the time I get there, your fingers better be coated in your sweet honey. I’m going to lick every finger and make sure.”
She whimpered as she hit the bedroom door. She closed it behind her and I reached down to soothe my cock for a second.
I was exhausted after the game. Exhausted after fucking all night. But Julie brought out a new energy in me. A hunger that couldn’t be fed. A thirst she couldn’t quench until I was buried inside her. Until I saw that look in her eye. Until I thrust my cock deep inside her and felt her come on me over and over.
I downed the rest of the wine and rose from the couch, stretching my legs. I took my time turning off the fireplace and turning off the kitchen lights.
I hesitated outside of the door and almost broke through it when I heard her whimpers coming from inside. There was just enough light that I could see her hips jutting forward as her fingers dipped in and out of her.
I locked the door behind me, dropped my jeans, and peeled the shirt off my head.
“Oh, baby.” I walked toward her.
“This turns you on, doesn’t it?” Her face rushed with ecstasy as her fingers dove between her legs. Her head rocked back and I inhaled sharply when I saw her beautiful fingers massage her clit before being sucked inside her.
“You have no fucking clue how much. I could watch you fuck yourself all night. Or I could do it myself.”
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