“You getting wet for me, B?” I questioned.
“Mmhmm,” She admitted.
I could see her juices coating her fingers already, and she hadn’t even slid them inside herself. My dick oozed precum at just the sight of it. She had her head thrown back, pleasing herself and grinding against her own fingers.
When she opened them, I was standing in front of her. I leaned down to her and kissed her and pinched her nipple. She moaned.
“Use your fingers, Ma. Make that pussy cum for me,” I instructed her.
This time, she didn’t hesitate; she just did it. Her moans grew louder as she worked her fingers in and out of her tight hole.
“You close?” I asked her.
She panted, “Yes!”
“Good, now ask me for this dick,” I demanded as I looked down at her.
“Come fuck me,” she pleaded as her eyes rolled and she bit her lip. I pushed her hand out of the way, and I eased back into her. She scratched my back as I pushed her knee to her chest and folded her ass up.
We kissed as she whined into my mouth.
“Damn Q!”
“Why you keep whining? You can’t take this dick? You ain’t tired now?” I taunted her as I continued to fuck her.
I could feel her body quake underneath me as she released. If her body wasn’t any indication that she was cumming, the tears falling from her eyes and the puddle between us definitely were.She bit down on my lip hard; it didn’t hurt, but it definitely triggered a release of my own.
I pulled out of her and came on her thigh.
“Fuck!” I groaned as my body finally started to relax.
She was sprawled across the bed, winded. I rolled out of bed and went to the fridge to get another bottle of water.
I leaned against the counter and drank it as I struggled to catch my breath. At the same time, Breeze was coming by to grab something of her own. I moved out of the way. She grabbed a bottle of water, too. She stood near me and drank it slowly. I slapped her ass and then pushed her forward over the counter and kneeled in the back of her. We had four hours left in this house together, and I was going to make sure she thought about me every time she saw a bed, shower, or her reflection in the mirror.
***
“B, get up,” I said as the clock read one. She said she wanted to be home by five p.m., so the truck I had arranged to pick her up would be here in an hour.
She rolled over groggily and struggled to open her eyes.
“It’s one, you gotta shower and shit, the truck will be here at two.” I waited for her to fully wake, and once she sat up in bed, I turned and went back outside to go on the patio to grab my phone. I had been watching college football on it while she slept, so that I didn’t wake her up. Now that she was up, I was going to put it on the TV.
I heard the shower on when I stepped back inside. That was one thing that I had noted, a shower didn’t owe her shit. She had good habits.
I lay back on the bed and then watched the game until I heard her come out. She was wrapped in a towel, with her hair tied up.
She walked over to her bags and went through them, looking for some clothing. She had a scowl on her face.
“You good?” I asked her as she slipped on her bra and panties.
“I’m just thinking about the fact that you kept me barefoot and naked this whole time. I brought pajamas and four sets of clothing, and a couple of pairs of shoes. I didn’t wear any of it. I haven’t been in a garment of clothing since I left the house yesterday.” She joked, shaking her head.
“You didn’t need it,” I answered, never taking my eye off the game, wondering what the flags were for.
She came over and stood beside the bed.
“Holding,” she said as the ref gave the signal.
