After they leave, I pull my woman close as she sputters, madder than a wet hornet. “Ghost busting, Suds? Seriously?”
“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are when you’re pissed?” I kiss her sweet, soft lips and tug her against my hardening lower half.
“You are not getting off that easily.” She tries half-heartedly to escape then resorts to tickling my ribs which I am immune to until she counts the top one, right under my armpit.
“Getting off? That a promise or a threat?” Laughing, I squish her hand with my bicep and retaliate with a good deal of poking until she’s curled up in a ball on the floor, giggling hysterically.
“Say it!”
“Okay, uncle. Uncle.” Tears of laughter run down her face and with me straddled over her, heat ignites.
“Paybacks are a bitch, mister.” She slips her hands behind my neck and her clever fingers find the magic point at the top of my spine.
Every time her big brown eyes lift to mine, my cock goes rock hard. My blood runs south, I cup her breasts, then remember the hardwood floor. “Damn girl. Get your ass up to bed.”
Once upstairs, I tear off my clothes while she does the same. Naked in two seconds, we fall onto the futon, side by side. My right hand slides up and down her body while the left tugs her closer.
“I missed you.”
“It’s been less than twelve hours.” She snickers and I feign to be insulted.
“You can’t deny an addicted man his fix.”
“I don’t know. Maybe you need rehab.”
“Maybe I just need you.” I kiss her soft lips and pinch her nipples until she squirms.
“Shouldn’t we be researching Calvin’s murder?”
“Nope. I do believe I’ll think more clearly if I’m not all hot and bothered.” I nibble on her lower lip, and when her mouth parts, our tongues tangle.
As my thumbs caress her pert breasts, they grow taut, and she pulls away to breathe. “I do love middle-of-the-day sex.”
“Hmmm. I thought it was no-special-reason-sex.” She straddles me, wraps her fingers around my length, and when she places my cock at her core, I swell.
Sheathing me to the bone, her eyes roll back, and she rides me. Easy does it, then faster.
“Sugar.” I almost askwhere’s-the-fire, but when her fingernails curl into my shoulders, things get serious.
Her muscles coil, about to come.
“Nu-uh. Not yet.” Clutching her hips, I pull out and switch places so I’m on top and she’s below.
Chest to chest, my elbows at her ears, I plunge into her hot, slick, core and pause.
“Move dammit.” Her knees wide, she locks her ankles behind my back, and grabs my butt cheeks.
Holy shit, she arches up so far, I see stars.
My control done gone, I plunge repeatedly while she holds on for the ride.
Sweating, overdosing on love-making, my body convulses. “Fuck, sugar.”
“Ah, ah, oh God, yes, oh yes.” She shudders and we both take every damn ounce of bliss my cock offers.
It takes a good long while to make our way back to earth and I miss her the second I pull out. “Sweet baby Jesus, woman. You are going to be the death of me.”
She grasps my arm and pulls me back to her body. “You suppose I’ll be arrested for murder?”
