I feel the heat of your skin. It’s a pretty pink blush with a few red overtones. I take a moment to appreciate the beautiful sight, leaning over to kiss you. This close I can smell your excitement and can’t resist touching you intimately. I part your legs a fraction and see the spanking has worked its magic. The lips of your labia are pouty and swollen, glistening with your juices. I slide a finger along your slit and lift it to my mouth.
“Turn your head,” I say. You turn your head, your eyes widening when I lick your juices off my finger.
“Get off my knees and unfasten my jeans.” I couch it as an order because I know it makes you hot. You fumble with my belt buckle, and your brow furrows in a cute little frown. Finally you pull down my jeans and scoop my erection from my boxer-briefs. You stare at the swollen crown and wet your lips.
“Lick me,” I say because that’s what I want too—your greedy hands and mouth on my dick.
You lick me, teasing my slit and letting your tongue cruise around the rim, your fingers holding me firmly. It feels so good, I know I could let go and come right now. The part of my brain that is still thinking decides it could be better yet. You could straddle me, take my cock deep into your pussy. We could kiss, touch. Tease each other until neither of us can stand it for a second longer.
Soon we’re doing everything I’ve thought about. With our clothes cast aside, you’re straddling my legs. You lift up, guiding my cock to your entrance. Then you sink down slowly, so slowly I feel your inner tissues parting—the incredible pleasure of being inside your snug pussy. You set a slow pace, lifting and falling on my cock while I yank at your buttons and scoop one breast from the cup of your lacy bra. I take your nipple into my mouth and suck, your taste and scent swirling around me.
You lean into me and nip the sinews of my neck, the muscles of my shoulders. The need rises between us and you move faster. Short, choppy jerks that almost make you fall off my knees. I grab your hips to steady you. My balls are tight, the cries of pleasure coming from you driving me closer to climax.
You’re close too. Your eyes are closed. Your breath is coming in quick gasps. I pinch your nipple and you throw your head back, grinding your clit against the root of my cock. With one of your hands, you touch yourself, desperate for release, and it’s so damned sexy. A real turn on for me.
I pinch your nipple again, and suddenly you’re shuddering, squeezing my cock with your inner muscles, the ripples of pleasure sweeping you away.
I grab your hips and surge into you, a series of fast thrusts that feel great. My balls lift, their tightness feels bloody good. Then I shoot. It’s fantastic.
You collapse against my chest, both of us breathing hard. I lift you up and remove the rest of your clothes. After putting you on my bed, I strip and lie beside you, our naked bodies sticky and smelling of sex.
I draw you into my arms and glance at your ass. It’s still a pretty pink. I smile because this game between us is better than good.
It’s magnificent.
Kinky Lover
The phone rang.
“Do you want me to get that?” Sylvie, his cousin, shouted from the lounge.
“Yeah.” He was in no condition to appear in front of Sylvie. Although they were cousins, they weren’t related by blood, a fact Sylvie liked to reiterate regularly. He wished she’d go home. In fact, he was close to chucking her out. They didn’t have room for her at the flat, and as far as he was concerned, she’d outstayed her welcome.
Connor proofread his email and shifted in his chair, yanking at his jeans to accommodate his dick. Damn, he wished Maggie were here in his bedroom instead of across the city in another suburb. And he wished she’d answer his calls or return his messages. He hit send and let his breath ease out while he waited for developments. He’d either never hear from her again or he’d get a reply.
He knew which option he preferred.
And if this didn’t work, he’d try something else.
Failure wasn’t an option.
“You’ve got the job. Can you start tonight?” The elderly proprietor of Medieval Times looked like a benevolent grandfather. She knew it was an act, because she’d heard him putting a supplier in his place a few minutes earlier.
Maggie smiled when what she really wanted to do was hoop and holler. “Tonight is fine.”
“Good. See Eva and she’ll give you a uniform.” His gaze drifted to her breasts and back to her face. “You’ll make a good wench.”
“Thanks.” As long as he didn’t think he could make free with the wench’s boobs. She was so relieved to get a job, even if it was in a theme restaurant that relied heavily on the waitresses’ assets.
At this stage, she couldn’t afford to be fussy, and the pay was good. Even better, the job came with a meal, something more substantial than the rice and pasta she’d existed on for the last month.
Maggie collected her uniform from Eva and returned to her apartment. A free afternoon loomed, one where she could relax instead of job hunt and watch the bids on the possessions she’d put up onTrade Me.
After ringing Connor the other day, she’d officially given up on him. The woman who’d answered had giggled when she’d said she was Connor’s cousin.
“I’m not really his cousin,” she’d confessed, giggling again. “That’s just what we tell people for simplicity and to avoid explanations.”
“So what are you?” Maggie had demanded.
