She presses her fingers over mine. "Cock, I said cock. Cock a doodle… Oh, fuck, Smith. Right there."
I want more. I'm always going to want more of this. "Keep talking, baby."
"I can't talk when you touch me like this," she whispers. "I can't think when I feel your hands on me."
"You're talking right now, Petal." I circle the pad of my finger over her clit again, and again, slowly because I know it's driving her mad.
"Eat my pussy," she blurts out. "Will you?"
Fuck. Me.
I oblige because the woman I love wants something I crave like a starving man. I push her on her back, slide down and lower my mouth to her clit.
She bucks under me, her fingernails digging into my scalp, words that make no sense spilling from her mouth.
I lick, suck and finger this sweetness until I feel her body tense, her breathing stutter and she comes against my lips.
An hour later,her hand is between my legs. "You know how big this is, right?"
I laugh as I throw my forearm over my face. I should be dead asleep by now. I've been up for almost twenty-four hours, but if I have to walk through the next twenty-four like a motherfucking zombie, I'll do it.
Her pussy is my addiction.
"It's big enough," I quip. "I didn't hear you complain about it the other day when you were coming all over it."
"I don't want anyone else to ever touch it," she whispers into the flesh of my neck.
My heart stutters. I think she's telling me in a round-about, hot-as-fuck way that she's in love with me too. Naturally, I can't think of the right thing to say, so I blurt out what's sitting on the edge of my tongue. "Sometimes I like to touch it."
"Oh God," she moans. "Can I watch you do that?"
Well, fuck.
In the space of ten seconds, I shut down a semi-romantic, almost life changing moment and replaced it with an invitation to watch me jerk-off.
I peek at her from behind my arm. "Only if you let me watch you."
"Touch myself?"
"No, bake a fucking cake, Petal." I shake my head. "Yes. I want to watch you finger that hot little pussy of yours."
"Your mouth is so dirty." She squirms next to me. "I like that."
"You fucking love it." I smile my best dimpled grin. "Lay on your back and touch yourself. I'll stand over you and stroke this monster."
She draws in a heavy breath. "Have you done that with a woman before, Smith?"
Of course, I have. I've done everything, sometimes twice on Sundays. I'm no saint. For the most part, she is, so I'm keeping my experience locked down.
"I touch myself when I think about you," I answer as diplomatically as I can.
"Really?" She rolls onto her back, her fingers skimming over her nipples.
I move to straddle her, my knees on either side of hers. I touch the head of my cock, short, easy strokes. "All the damn time. The first day I saw you at the gym, I came thinking about you."
"You screwed that Caprice girl that day."
With my eyes shut and my mind on one woman, and one woman only. I admit, I fucked Caprice that afternoon with Brynn on my brain. I'm not proud of it.
