“I’ll come if you keep doing that.” She didn’t stop, so I threaded my fingers into her hair, tightened them, and showed her how to make it happen.
I couldn’t understand what she said next, with my cock down her throat. But when I loosened my hand and gave her a chance to talk, she threw an angry look my way and impaled herself, again. Again. Christ, again.
Somehow, my other hand joined the first, cradled her head, not tightly, but steadily, and showed her how fast I wanted it, how hard.
“Suck it. Hard. Yeah, like that.”
She moaned, the sensation so low and subtle, it felt like it came from me.
“I want to come in your mouth.” Her eyes met mine, gave me a slow blink. “You want that? Or on your tits.” Anywhere on her. In her.
She shimmied and backed off, leaving me alone and worried I’d offended her for a few frantic seconds. But then she nudged me, urging me to scoot back to where she’d been not so long ago, and climbed up and over me. It took a while for my lust-fogged brain to realize what she was doing with her hands on her breasts and her chin down.
But when I did… Goddamn. This was it. Dream woman in my house.
“I’m gonna come fast like this.”
This couldn’t be real. This person who read my mind, pulled out the best parts, and dropped them at my feet like Brownie dropping a stick.
“Do it.” She put my cock between her breasts, grabbed my hand so I’d squeeze them together, and slid her body up and down. Her mouth, at the top, sucked the tip of my dick—a warm surprise.
I couldn’t catch my breath when I came, and only just managed to warn her with a guttural yell, before biting down hard and gritting my teeth as lightning blew through me.
In tight, deafening shock, I watched come shoot from my cock, lashing her in long, white stripes, before she engulfed me in that mouth, sucking the last drops of pleasure and owning me.
Half-dead, emptied of everything but the barest spark of intelligence, I somehow managed to pull her over me before collapsing onto the sofa.
25
Christa
There was good sex and then there was obliteration, black hole, no-Christa-left-inside-this-empty-shell, just a shuddering, barely conscious body sex.
Yeah, that was me, plastered on top of this big man, who didn’t seem to mind my weight or the stickiness between us. He sighed and tightened his arms around me.
I should get up.Instead, I rubbed my face into his chest, sucked in a wood smoke-and Micah-laced breath, and just…stayed.
Probably ten minutes passed as our bodies cooled, him caressing my back slowly with one large hand. Finally, I shivered hard enough that he stopped the stroking and urged me up.
“How about a bath?”
The dogs’ heads rose simultaneously, as if lifted by the same puppet master—Brownie open-mouthed and eager and Bear a little dastardly with that single standing ear.
“I thought there wasn’t any water.”
“No. But I’ll get the generator running and we’ll have hot water in no time.”
“Oh, uh, sure.”
Still wrapped in the blanket from the bed, I watched him stomp into boots and slam outside, with the dogs shooting out ahead of him, barking as if it were playtime, instead of late at night.
Guess I wasn’t the only one who had to pee.
I got up, took a candle to the bathroom and returned to the sofa to wait cocooned in the soft blanket. It seemed pointless to put clothes back on before bathing.
Let’s take a bath.
Did he mean together?
