Buzzzz. Buzzz.
I pick the bag up without the handles, holding the side to my ear.
Buzzzz. Buzzz.
‘Darlin’,’ I call, ‘have you got another phone in here?’
She doesn’t answer, my words drowned out by the sound of the water.
Buzzzz. Buzzz.
This time, I start pulling out her clothes. Maybe she has a work phone she forgot she packed? If so, it might help her to call the office. Ease her mind. Or at least stop her picking up her dead phone to glare at it.
Buzzzz. Buzzz.
I dump the clothes in a heap next to the pillows, pulling out a satin purple bag. Which would be an odd thing to keep your phone in unless the phone turns out to be,
‘A vibrator.’
Purple in colour and no longer than the length of her own wee hand, it has a shaft and a rounded head, and that’s where the resemblance to my dick ends. Though I’m sure the head of my own knob has turned purple a time or two.From overuse.
‘Naughty wee Isobel,’ I whisper, taking the fake cock through its settings. ‘You’ve been holding out on me.’
‘Room for one more?’
As I open the shower door, Isobel lifts her head from the stream of water with a sultry smile. Water streams down her back, making her skin shine like diamonds, her hair a dark slick of ebony. She’s so fucking gorgeous, lithe legs and pale skin and those big, blue innocent eyes. Innocent with a side order of sin.
‘I thought you weren’t coming,’ she says, turning to face me, sliding her arms around my neck as I step under the stream, water cascading down my back now.
‘Oh, I have every intention of coming,’ I reply, wrapping my hand around her hip. The other, I keep by the side of my thigh, holding her little gift.
Between us, the humid air swirls like a visual representation of our lust. Our lips meet in an instant, our hungry sounds pressed against the other’s lips, echoing through the small space. Harder, deeper we kiss, bodies pressed together, hands holding tight enough to bruise.
As I pull back, she licks her lips, tasting the water and me, her heated gaze drawing fire through my veins. Then I growl, my body bowing as she unexpectedly takes me in her hand. I like this version of Isobel, the woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it. As her fingers tighten around my cock, my tight breaths join the heated air around us.
‘I want to have sex in here.’ Her hot breath touches my face, her words exploding like little bursts of pleasure deep inside my gut.
‘Making up for lost time, darlin’? The kitchen. The sofa. In front of the fire.’
‘Yes.’ The word is a deliberate hiss in my ear as she runs her wrinkled thumb over the slit of my cock head, her fingers dancing a torturous dance against my balls. ‘I want it all. I want you to give it all.’
Our mouths meet again, her bold tongue seeking mine, and I’m fucking done for, so much so, I’ve forgotten what I hold in my hand. But not for long.
‘Turn around, Isobel.’ She does so with a sultry looking smile before I take the lobe of her ear between my teeth. ‘That’s right. Let me see that delectable arse.’
‘Yes.’ Her hips jerk as she presses back against me, my fingers finding her heated centre, slipping through her wetness. ‘Oh, Greg. Yes, like that.’
Her hands wrap around my neck, her breasts rising in the action, her nipples so hard I long to take them into my mouth. Our skins fuse in the humidity, her hands twisted in my hair as I begin to pet her clit, sweeping small circles with my fingers as I would my tongue.
‘I like that. Like those sounds you’re making. Like the way your tits bounce as I touch you.’
‘Yes! Please. More. Oh, God, I want to.’
‘Do you touch yourself in the shower, Isobel? Do you play with this pretty pussy?’
‘Please, Greg.’
‘Answer the question, darlin’. Answer the question and I’ll make it feel so fuckin’ good.’
