I push harder, and he lets me move him backward.
“You’re an invalid, you know,” I say.“You’ve got an oxygen tank and everything.I wouldn’t want you to have anepisode.”
I push him back onto the bed, and I pull the covers over his legs.He’s pitching amassivetent already, and just looking at it makes me a little wetter.
Hunter sees me looking, so he gathers the blankets around his cock in one hand and then just holds it there, leaning back on the hospital bed, grinning at me, and it’s fucking sexy ashell.
“Okay, I’m an invalid,” he says, his voice deep and raspy.“Let’s watch your ass in that skirt.”
I slide my shoes off, then turn my back on Hunter and walk slowly to the foot of the bed, swinging my hips.It’s not very tight or very short, but I can still feel the soft fabric whispering across my ass as I move, and besides that, I swear I canfeelHunter’s eyes.
When I get to the foot of the bed I put one hand on the railing there and look over my shoulder, sticking my ass out a little.
Hunter’s pushed the blankets off himself, and when I look back he grabs his dick through his pajama pants, grinning.For a second, I’m breathless with desire, andallI want to do is crawl onto the bed and jump on top of it.
“Eighty-seven percent,” he says.
I blow my bangs off my forehead.
“That’s it?”I tease.“What’s a girl gotta do?”
“That was a pretty good start,” he says, stroking himself slowly, through his clothes.
I swallow, because as much as I want him, I also have the wild urge to show off for him.Hunter makes me feel like the bad girl sexpot in an old movie, and dearGoddo I like it.
The sink is across from the foot of the bed, so I walk to it, grab the edge, and arch my back, pushing my ass back.I look over my shoulder at Hunter, wiggling slowly from side to side.
“How about this?”I ask, lowering myself to my elbows on the sink.
He’s got his cock out and he’s stroking it slowly.
“You’re not wearing panties, either,” he says, his voice low.
“Oops,” I say, grinning.
I move one hand to my ass, and rub it, like I’m checking for panty lines.
“Guess I forgot,” I say.
Hunter growls.
I pull the hem of my skirt up the back of my legs, slowly, dragging it with one finger just to tease him.I’m so turned on it almost hurts, and his eyes following the hem of my skirt as I raise it are only making it worse.
“Keep going,” he says.
I bite my lip and pull my skirt the rest of the way up so it’s around my hips and I’m bent over at the waist, totally exposed and vulnerable and desperately,desperatelyhorny.
“Touch yourself,” he says.
Something’s changed, just slightly, and this has gone from me asking him what percentage hard he is to him telling me what to do, half-naked in his hospital room.It’s new, but I think I like it.
I reach behind myself, look over my shoulder at him, and slide my fingers over my lips, just barely parting them before I circle my clit with them.It’s a little strange to do it backwards — it’s not like I ever reach over my butt to masturbate — but the strangeness of it feels good, too.
“Like this?”I whisper.
I’m so slippery that my fingers slide over my clit by accident.My eyes close and I make a softgrunt.
“Just like that,” Hunter murmurs.
