“Were you really that sure?” she asked, glancing at the foil packet.
“Are you offended?”
“No.”
“I’ve always got a condom. You never know when you might need one.”
“Boy Scout?”
“No. Prepared. How are we going to do this?” he asked.
James was used to being in charge. His body was covered in ink, and Cora couldn’t help but admire his physique. He’d kept in shape entering forty. There was no ounce of fat on his body. He was rock hard, solid, and well worked out.
Moving toward him, she took the condom from his fingers. Without waiting for him to respond, she pushed him down so he fell onto the sofa.
Sinking down to her knees between his legs, she stared up at him.
“You gonna suck my cock, baby?” he asked, sinking his fingers into her hair.
“That I am. Close your eyes and think of England.”
“No. I like to watch.”
Gripping his cock, she flicked the tip, and watched him moan. He didn’t close his eyes, or look away. His gaze was locked right on hers. Loving his gaze on her, and being a little exhibitionist herself, she went to work, licking, sucking, and putting on a show of lavishing his cock with attention.
Glancing up at him, she saw his eyes were still locked on her. His jaw was constantly clenching as he watched her. Sinking down onto his shaft, she took him as deep as she could without gagging. He released a hiss, and his fingers tightened in her hair.
Working her hand over his saliva covered length, she removed her mouth, and flicked the tip taki
ng all of his pre-cum.
“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”
She shook her head. “Not a slut. Just a woman who loves a lot of sex. It doesn’t make me a slut.”
“Some men would call that a slut.”
“Then that man doesn’t get my pussy. I don’t do labels, and anyone who does, doesn’t get me.” She’d been with a man who liked to call her a whore and a slut, degrade her for the fact she loved sex. Cora wasn’t interested in being degraded. It was the twenty-first century, and yet men still wanted fucking virgins. It was ridiculous. This was one of the points she hated between a man and woman. A man who liked sex could fuck whoever he wanted, and he was a giant stud, something good, and men cheered for themselves. When a woman was exactly the same, loving sex, she was a slut or whore. No, not in her book.
Working his length, she stared into his eyes. “What’s it going to be, James?”
“I never had a thing for a slut. I can handle a woman who likes fucking.”
She took the condom, tearing into the foil. Retrieving the latex, she nipped the tip, rolling the condom down his length. Cora loved sex, and she believed in her sex being safe. There was no way she was going to risk her health even for an orgasm.
“Fuck, you even make putting a condom on sexy.”
“I’m pleased I can arouse you, oh good master,” she teased.
Getting to her feet, she straddled his waist, pressing his latex covered cock against her clit. She bit her lip, moaning as his shaft bumped her clit. Cora started to work her hips so that she was caressing her own pussy with his dick. She teased them both with the lightest of touches.
James kept cursing, gripping her ass, and squeezing the flesh.
She pressed her tits to his face, sinking her fingers into his hair as she did.
“You’ve walked right out of my dreams,” he said.
“Be careful with all of the sweet talk, I might start to worry that you actually care.”