The realization that she’s showing me the most vulnerable part of herself hits hard, and I feel some responsibility to do right by her after tonight, whatever that looks like.
“I heard your little moans and kept thinking about my hand wrapped in your hair as those pink lips of yours seal around my cock, takin’ me deep.”
Her eyes flutter closed, and her other hand smacks the mattress hard as she clutches the sheet, knees falling apart. Her plunges grow deeper and faster, her wetness abundant as she fucks herself to my words.
Standing now, I grip my cock by the base to keep him calm. Tonight ain’t about me shooting all over her naked body or fillin’ her smart mouth with a hot load. This is about her showing me this side of herself and me makin’ her understand just how fuckin’ perfect and un-fucked up she is.
“What were you thinkin’ about Saturday morning, Goldie? Tell me. Rub your perfect cunt and tell me what had you so horny you couldn’t wait to be alone to make that pussy cum.”
She moans softly, eyes fighting to close. But she keeps them open long enough to meet mine. “You.”
Precum drips down my shaft, leaking freely at her admission. I suspected. I fuckin’ hoped. But hearing it is a whole other thing. I groan.
“Cum, baby; show me how you cum.” The words come out before I can stop myself, using a pet name I know she don’t want. We ain’t an item, and Goldie would be the woman to tell me she’s not my baby.
But my words egg her on, and the term drives her to the edge. Her knees, already spread wide, lift to her chest.Fuck me. Watching her fingers slide in and out of the place I’m aching to shove my fat cock has me squeezing myself very fuckin’ hard. But seeing her little asshole winking as she fucks herself has my mouth full of saliva. Goddamn, I wanna slide my tongue around that hole and make her moan.
“Atticus.” My name melts off her lips, blending into the heated air between us. I know she’s cumming when she sucks her bottom lip under her top teeth, biting down as her hand stills. I watch with my hand suffocating my cock as her cunt spasms around her fingers, her little asshole seizing with each orgasmic wave.Goddamn.
Before she has the chance to open her eyes and, in her post-orgasmic bliss, start feelin’ weird or insecure, I flick off the lights and climb into the bed right next to her.
With my chest puffin’ hard, I reach over and steal her hand from between her legs, groaning when my fingers graze her pubic bone. She makes the sexiest throaty noise when I slide her sticky digits onto my tongue, sucking her arousal and orgasm from her fingers.
She’s tangy and sweet, everything I thought she’d be, and more. I take my time sucking her clean, not missing her thumb, either. When I return her hand to her nice and clean, she reaches for my cock when I stop her by taking her wrist.
“I told you, I like to watch.”
“You’re hard,” she argues, and she don’t even know the half of it. Calling my cock hard is like calling the sky blue. I’m so fucking hard and so eager to cum that I’m considering taking another swig of Brandy before I go to sleep so I don’t cum in my pants when I inevitably dream about her sweet cunt and asshole tonight.
“Watching you was the best shit I’ve ever seen. You got the prettiest little cunt and asshole I’ve laid eyes on,” I say, returning her hand and draping it on her stomach.
“You looked at my butthole!” she says in a cross between a giggle and a wince. Now I’m smirking in the dark, still gripping my steel shaft with one hand. This woman has me commanding her to put on a show, then a second later, smirking like a lovesick asshole as she gets embarrassed about her asshole.
“And I thought about what my tongue would feel like inside of it, too,” I respond. She slaps her hand to her mouth, a shocked noise sliding between her fingers.
Jumping up from the bed, I grab my shirt off the floor and bring it to her. “Sit up,” I whisper in the dark. She does, and my hands know just where to go as I feed her arms through the shirt until it’s on completely. We lie back against the pillows together, and silence engulfs us.
I don’t know what she’s thinking about, but it don’t feel weird or uncomfortable quiet, neither. Mostly it feels like we’re both comfortable, tired, and happy to be in this bed together.
She turns on her side and throws a leg over mine, careful I think not to nudge my cock.
“Thank you for that,” she says, surprising me. “I didn’t know I could do that… you know… in front of someone. But it was hot.” She swallows and adds quietly, “you’re so hot, Atticus.”
I grunt and can’t deny the silent pride that floods my soul at her admission. Turning on a woman like Goldie can’t be easy. She could have her pick of ‘em, and just because Reynold Porter is an absolute fuckin’ tool of a human, still, I got eyes. He’s a good-looking motherfucker with a fancy title, name recognition, and money. Lots of it. Letting a grandpa mechanic coax her to orgasm is probably not anything she ever thought she’d do.
“Goodnight, Goldie.” I want to roll onto my side, but the weight of her leg over mine is too good. Even though I know I’ll be missing the weight of her leg every night after this for a long fuckin’ time; I let her keep it there because I’d trade a hundred nights of wantin’ for one night of havin’.
She pauses a bit, maybe expectin’ me to say more, but I have nothing left to say. “Goodnight, Atticus.”
And we fall asleep, and I ain’t lyin’ when I say that I never slept so good.
eleven
goldie
I feel so different and all I’ve done is talk to someone
Waking up,I stretch my legs, curling my toes into the undiscovered pockets of cool hiding in the sheets. Blinking a few times, I hiccup and am reminded that last night I drank Brandy. Not enough to have me drunk, but enough for me to need coffee quite badly this morning. Twisting in the full bed, I’m met with emptiness. Where Atticus slept is only crumpled blankets now, and I have to admit, I’m a little relieved.