“Fuck, Kitty.” He picked up the pace, the sensation of our bodies together intensely satisfying. He slowed down, bringing himself back from being lost in the moment.
“If I put my hand down there, will I get blood on me?” he asked. Not disgusted, just curious.
“No, I have a tampon in. Unless you pull it out and fling it across the room, you should be good.”
Guy stopped his grinding and gave a hearty laugh into my ear. “You have a way with words, Kitty Bird.”
He leaned on one elbow and palmed my breast, then slid his hand into my underwear. His middle finger parted me, dipping into the wet we’d made. My chest heaved, head falling back on the pillow as he dragged the wetness up to my clit, applying the lightest pressure to tease me. I moaned.
“That feel good?” he asked, the glint of his eyes in the low light hanging over mine. “Yeah?”
“More,” I begged.
“So greedy,” he said, keeping his touch light. I pushed my hips up into his hand. “So. Very. Greedy.”
“I need to come,” I whined.
“Oh, you’re going to come, sweetheart.” His voice was as dark as the velvety black around us.
“I want you to come with me.”
Guy let out a feral sound. “You first,ma puce.”
“Then let me have what I want,” I argued.
He did, smashing his mouth to mine as he sped up his circles around my clit and pressed harder. His mouth moved back to my breasts, sucking on one nipple and flicking it with his tongue.
“So fucking sexy when you want it, Birdy,” he gritted out, not really for my benefit, but more like he couldn’t help himself.
“Guy, I’m going to come.”
Just then, he backed off his touch. He was fucking edging me. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to, Kitty.”
I panted and writhed, desperate not to lose that edge. “Please,” I whimpered.
“Tell me,” he said playfully. I’d heard rumors of how fun he was in bed. This was certainly proving it.
“It’s mine.” I was unable to play his game.
“Oh, Birdy, that’s true, but you know that’s not the answer tonight. Who’s taking care of you?” The pressure from his fingers got lighter and lighter. I squirmed, seeking more.
“You.”
Guy rewarded me with increased speed and pressure from his hand. I clutched his wrist, desperate to keep him there.
“Good girl. Now come for me.” His voice was low and commanding, while also being encouraging. In the dark, I felt everything. His skin on mine, his breath on my neck, his hard length pressed into my leg, the intensity of his perfect touch.
And with that, I released with a cry, my pussy pulsing against his fingers.
“There you go, Birdy. That’s perfect,” he cooed, like he was genuinely proud of me for coming. His smile shined through as he covered my neck in kisses. “Feel better?”
He ran his fingers through my wetness, giving me light touches as my orgasm ebbed. I heard him suck his fingers, a hum as they left his mouth. Holy shit, that was hot.
“Much,” I laughed. We lay there, catching our breath, until my sweat started to cool. I reached over to Guy’s middle, slowly sliding my hand toward his dick. He put a hand on me to stop me.
“You don’t have to, sweetheart.”
“I want to,” I said. “Unless you don’t want me to?”
