“Yeah, I did. As you pointed out, none of us can say no to her.”
“If Lily asked for the moon, you guys would find a way to lasso it.”
“Gladly,” he agreed. He plopped onto the couch and began to take off his heavy boots.
“How’s the hand?” I asked.
“Better.”
“Let me see.”
“Bossy woman.”
“Stubborn brute,” I quipped. “Come on. Show it to me.”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
I untied the sash of my wrap dress and let it fall off me, so I stood in nothing but a bra, panties, and heels.
“You don’t play fair.”
“The sooner you show me your hand, the sooner we can go to bed,” I taunted.
He flipped his hand over. The swelling had gone down, but it was still angry and red. I clasped his palm and kissed it gently. “Poor baby.”
“Yeah, I’m in a lot of pain. A lot.”
“What will make it better?” I asked with a teasing grin as I reached for his fly.
He watched me as I unzipped his pants. I took him out of his boxers and gripped him firmly.
And then I knelt between his legs.
He slid between my lips.
Slash moaned.
I angled him deeper until he was hitting the back of my throat, nearly choking me. Tears sprung to my eyes, but I didn’t stop.
I wanted to make him come, and I wanted to swallow every last drop.
But Slash wouldn’t let me.
He popped from my mouth and stood. He reached down to help me stand and then he positioned me at the end of the couch.
Bent over.
Presented.
Like an offering.
He didn’t even remove my panties. He nudged them aside and then drove into me. I gripped the arm of the couch as he drilled into my body.
I slid a hand between my legs and touched myself. I was so turned on, so tuned into him that I gasped out, “I’m going to come.”
He gripped my hips and continued to thrust.
“Again,” he commanded. “I want you to come again.” He pulled out of me and immediately went to sit on the couch, removing his shirt as he went.