Damn him for his sincere and insistently polite response.
“Do you?”I demand.
“I wouldn’t be standing here if I didn’t.”
“You want me?”
“And you know it.”
“But you’re gay, Dylan.And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a man.”
“Yes,” he responds.
What the ruddy hell does that even mean?Yes, I’m gay.Yes, I’ve noticed you’re a woman.So what, let’s fuck until we’re exhausted anyway.
“I’m not going to suck you, Dylan.”
Icy disappointment glints within his saucer-like pupils; until it presumably occurs to him that I still have my hand around his cock.
“I’m going to go one better and give you an experience you haven’t had before.”
“Yeah?”There’s a touch of disbelief in his voice.Dylan Drake thinks he’s been there, done it all.Well, maybe with another guy as a partner that’s true, but his knowledge of women is decidedly limited.As in it extends only as far as it went with me a little over a week ago.
“Bedroom,” I order him.“Now.On your back.”
I think there’s a part of Dylan Drake that likes being ordered about.The fact he complies so readily, despite the defiant tilt of his chin is what gives him away.
“What are you thinking?”he asks, as I stalk across the mattress towards him.
In all honesty, I’m doing my best not to engage that part of my brain.For the next few minutes…an hour…longer, I intend to live in the moment.It’s the only way I can screw him without pesky details getting in the way and ruining everything.
I whip off my top and bra once I’m straddled across his hips, having already stepped out of my trousers.I don’t know what possesses me.I don’t even know if he likes tits.Well, if he doesn’t now, I’m pretty certain he’s going to.
His attention strays to the dressing on my shoulder.
“It’s just a scratch.Nothing to worry about.”
“Okay.”Still his fingers trace across it.
I lean over him.“Kisses first.It’s only polite.”He’s not using me as a fuck toy.
Lord, his mouth!He’s all soft at first, delivering fluttering, dry and flighty kisses, until I touch his lips with my tongue, then… then, he’s all want and give.I don’t know how long we kiss for, only that it’s long enough so that my body starts rolling in time with the gentle shifting of his hips, and that his cock comes dangerously close to slipping between my legs.Not that I’ve any major objections to feeling it there, but I’m determined to show him how to have fun another way first.
I break free of his kisses, and trail my lips down the side of his neck.Venture lower, to his collarbone, and across the top of his pecs.There’s a faint speckling of dark hair; Dylan Drake waxes, folks!Once I’m level with his abs, then I capture his cock, and slide it into the groove between my breasts.
“Oh!”he says.“Oh…that’s…”
“Good,” I finish his sentence for him.
“Better than just good.”He groans in a full-throated way, and a shiver chases through his limbs.It’s not many seconds later that he’s cupped both sides of my breasts and pushed them together so that his cock is completely engulfed, and he’s humping me like there’s not enough friction in the world to fulfil his need, except of course, there is.Beyond the odd sly lick when the head of his cock pops into view, fucking my tits is all it takes to send him soaring.
He comes over me, making a sticky mess of us both.
I love watching this man; how his body jerks, how his mouth forms a perfect O shape and how all the studied Hollywood gloss is washed from him, leaving behind this sultry, sensual, filthy beast of a man.I even love watching his come spurt, and the feel of that pearlescent mess upon my skin.
He flops back, spent and exhausted, but seemingly no less wary than earlier.
Only when I hop out of the bed to grab a cloth to do a bit of cleaning up does he stir, and then it is only his head that he moves a little so that he can follow my naked movements.
