I tried to walk as casually as I could with a semi and scooped up the remote, sat on the sofa. We’d eat later. My appetite was for other things.
With a click, the TV came on, and I found the highlights of the day’s tennis and turned the volume to low. But I couldn’t even concentrate on the rhythmic back and forth of the ball or the scoreboard.
Amy’s shorts revealed the lower curve of her cute-as-hell ass cheeks; her legs were long for someone not very tall, she was perfectly proportioned. And with those kinky bloody socks pulled up to her knees, it was all I could do not to crawl down to the carpet, flip her over, and fuck her.
Not yet.
Maybe not at all tonight.
I needed to gauge this just right.
“How’s it going?” I asked.
“Good, I have the corners, come see.”
I kneeled next to her, my face close to hers. “Good job.” Again I ran my hand down her back to her ass and then the tops of her thighs.
She hitched in a breath.
“Keep going, find the next piece.”
She did as I’d asked, her fingers hovering. Her nails were painted pale pink.
“You’re better at this than you thought,” I said quietly. “Really good at it. Look how much you’ve done already.” I slipped my hand beneath the top of her pajamas and stroked the flesh in the hollow of her spine, gentle circles that created a tremble beneath my fingertips.
Her breaths were shallow, her body tense.
“Relax,” I said beside her ear. “Just relax for me.”
After a long exhale, her shoulders fell away from her ears by an inch or so.
I smiled and adjusted my position. Jeans had been a mistake. “Keep going, make Daddy proud.”
“I’ll try.”
The tennis continued, and so did my exploration of her back, my fingers stroking the well of her spine and around to the soft side portions of her breasts. I hadn’t got up close and personal with her lovely tits yet, but I would. Soon.
Now she had the sides of the puzzle done. I peered over her shoulder. “Good girl, that’s great.”
“Thank you.” Her voice was a breathy whisper.
Excellent. She was ready for more.
Again I massaged her ass cheeks, gentle then firm, then just a fingertip exploring the cleft between them. I kept going, until I was between her legs, the heat of her pussy burning onto me. I pressed, feeling her dampness on the thin strip of material and the plump lips I wanted more of.
I held in a groan. This was way slower than my cock was demanding. Tough luck, dick. My woman needed this extra time.
“Mitch,” she murmured. “I…”
“Shh, don’t talk. I know what you need.”
I slipped the shorts over her ass and to her knees. Exposing the pale orbs of her buttocks. Jesus give me strength, they were beautiful. And then I tipped over to kiss her ass. Her soft flesh tasted of fruity shower gel and was like silk against my lips. Purposefully, I let my stubble scrape, knowing the sensation would heighten her arousal.
“Oh God,” she moaned and let her forehead fall to her hands.
“Keep puzzling,” I ordered.
She picked up another piece and looked at it. I had no idea if she saw it, though.
