While she showers, I get to work. I never get visitors. My abuela lives in town and I’d rather drive down the mountain than make her trek up here. Leaving my boxers on the floor of my bedroom was never a problem. The basic navy-blue sheets on my bed sufficed. Now I’m picking up laundry and swapping out the sheets for a new set I bought years ago hoping Rachel likes the pattern.
By the time she steps out, our home is presentable. She tries again to convince me that she can sleep on the couch.
“I’m shorter, it’ll be a better fit for me.”
“No.”
I wish I could say that was the end of it. But it wasn’t. She argued like a prosecutor, finger jabbing the air, her tone accusatory, all with the most delightful scrunch between her eyebrows. Her outrage was palpable.
My cock couldn’t be harder.
The clothes I left for her in the bathroom swallow her whole. The shirt is loose on her frame, only clinging to the curve of her tits ever so slightly while it hangs down to her thighs. The pajama pants that don’t cover my ankles drag along the floor when she wears them, but they highlight the jiggling thickness of her thighs.
I’d rather see her in nothing at all but if she has to wear clothing, mine isn’t a bad choice. Not bad at all.
“Fine!” she shouts finally. “I’ll sleep in your damn bed, but don’t come crying to me when your back hurts tomorrow!”
She all but slams the door to the bedroom.
I sink down onto the couch, the fly to my jeans already open. My eyes dart to the closed door, but after a moment I’m confident she’s not going to come back out until the morning. It’s late and she was beginning to yawn between her rants.
My cock lands heavy in my hand, and my balls ache. My own rough hand is a poor substitute for the soft palms of the woman one room away. Picturing her plump lips parting in shock when she sees me does the trick though. Pink and wet her tongue darts out eager for a taste, and I’ll deny her nothing.
As I run my hand up and down the length, I squeeze the couch cushion underneath my ass. It’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this. I’m already close just a few strokes in, imagining her lips wrapping around my tip, when I hear the door open.
Those pink lips part in a gasp, the reality better than anything my brain could conjure. I should stop.
My hand doesn’t listen to my brain. Her brown eyes meet mine, caramel melting into cocoa, as her pupils expand. She doesn’t say a word as I jerk off. I’m close, my balls tightening as the ache becomes almost painful with the need to come.
Her eyes leave mine to run down the length of my frame. Her stare is like a physical touch trailing down my body, light enough to make me shiver with want. I’d do anything to feel her touch me.
To feel her mouth sucking my cock as I spill across her tongue, cheeks hollow and eyes glassy with need. To have her beneath me, legs shaking as I lick her pussy until she forgets everything but how good my tongue feels on her clit. To have her legs wrapped around my waist as her pussy grips my cock, hot and wet as I pound into her.
Anything.
“Dominic.” Her voice is breathless. I wait for her outrage. For her to yell at me. “I’m so cold.”
Her skin is flushed at her cheeks and neck. She doesn’t look cold. If anything, she looks seconds away from breaking into a feverish sweat. One hand reaches into the waistband of her borrowed pants. Her eyes catch mine as she begins to touch herself.
“So wet,” she says licking her bottom lip.
“Come here.”
She bites her lip to keep from smiling in triumph, but I see it lifting the corners of her mouth. Shaking her head, she leans against the wall, as her hand slips further into the pants.
“Fuck, Rachel.”
Her giggle makes me smile but the ache of a delayed orgasm turns it into a wince.
“Let me taste you,” I beg. “No more, I promise. Just let me lick you.”
“After,” she says in a soft voice.
Mind so jumbled I almost ask, ‘after what’. Understanding dawns as she watches me stroke my cock in fast jerking movements.
After I come.
I’d rather come with her salty musk on my tongue and her thighs bracketing my head, but I don’t have a choice.
