Chapter 9
GREG
I place one last kiss on the neat strip hair on her gorgeous pussy.Pink and wet and glistening.One kiss becomes two and two becomes a third open-mouthed offering, and she shivers under my hands, mewling a small protest. I pull away before I lose my senses and make my home between her legs for the evening. That’s some thought, and one that reminds me, ridiculously, of a line in a porn movie.I was born by the snatch. I’ll die by the snatch.
But what a way to go.
Wonder if I can get my wee fairy friend to wear a nurse’s uniform sometime. . . ?
Then I realise she isn’t speaking. Or even looking at me. Fair do’s, I’ve just eaten her to ecstasy, but her marbles should have returned shortly following—for round two.
Her blue gaze follows my movements as I stand, rising slowly from where my cock tents in my pyjamas to my mouth. She’s so tempting, her hair curling around her shoulders and her skin flushing. Her pupils eclipse the brilliant blue of her eyes as she watches me roll my tongue over my lips, savouring the taste of her before I rub the back of my hand across the parts of my face my tongue can’t reach. When she realises I’m watching her watching me, she glances down, her eyelashes like shutters, severing our connection.
‘I see where I went wrong,’ I begin as I lower her leg from my shoulder.
‘Sorry?’ Her dark lashes blink rapidly, but she still can’t hold my gaze. So, as I stand, I help her, my finger crooked under her chin.
‘I should’ve pulled you down on the bed the minute you touched my junk last night.’ I keep my eyes on her face.No mean feat, I’ll tell you. Ask any man standing in front of a naked woman.‘To think, we could’ve been doing that this whole time.’
A smile from her now, thankfully. ‘Only if you wanted to kill me.’
‘You’ll come much more than once before you die.’ Without asking for permission, I pull her body against mine, and as she turns her head, I find it fits perfectly against my chest.Like it was made for it. ‘Come with a smile on your face.’
‘Actually, I think my eyes were crossed.’ Her response is quiet, but I can still hear her bewildered smile.
‘Is that so?’ Again, without asking for permission, I dip my knees and grasp the back of her thighs, boosting her up and forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist.
‘What are you doing!’ She sort of squeals. ‘I don’t need you to carry me.’
‘I see a second problem.’ We’re face to face, and I want to kiss her, let her taste herself, but the tenor of the mood isn’t the same as it was before. So instead, I frown a little as I make as though I’m examining both of her eyes. ‘They’re still crossed. The direction of the wind must’ve changed.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous. Put me down.’
‘It’s true. And I think you might have a wee bit of a squint. There’s only one thing for it.’
‘Oh, do tell,’ she responds, her tone droll. It didn’t take her long to catch on. But she isn’t protesting, I’ll note. In fact, she looks eager. Eager trying to play it cool.
‘You need another orgasm. Stat.’
‘You’re amazing.’
‘I know,’ I return, eyes wide. ‘There aren’t many men about who can make a girl cross-eyed with just their tongue.’
‘I meant you’re an amazing opportunist.’
‘Aye, well, I’m one of them as well.’
‘I don’t do this kind of thing,’ she adds suddenly, her tone turning uncertain, her eyes sliding from mine.
‘First rule of paying for a man to screw you? Be bold. Be adventurous. Be demanding.’ My smile is wide and my attitude shameless as I carry her into the living room and deposit her unceremoniously on the long couch.
‘Oh, sonowyou’re a male escort.’ Isobel brushes the dark strands from her face, revealing a shy smile.
‘For you baby, I can be anything.’
‘Are you ever serious aboutanything? And for the record, if your services were bought and paid for, I didn’t book you.’
‘I know, this Mo sounds like a legend. Do you think he needs anymore pals?’ I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my pjs as she watches the motion avidly.
