‘Not that I’d—I’ve never.’ I roll my lips inward as my mind screams abort! Abort! ‘You know what they say.’ More words in the air, unhindered by thought. ‘If she’s wearing matching underwear, you’re getting inside her knickers becausesheplanned it.’
‘I’m not sure what that says about these circumstances.’
‘Maybe you’re my happy accident tonight.’ One bright light in an evening of clusterfucks—months of them, even.
‘You’re the best thing that’s happened to me all year.’
I don’t have an opportunity to dwell on his sweet words as he takes my breasts in his hands, his fingers drawing my nipples into tight, aching points. My every fibre sings as he teases and kneads, my breath hitching as the long fingers of his other hand begin inching my skirt up my legs—another layer of delicious torment.
I moan softly as he cups between my legs.
‘Sweetheart, you’re so warm.’ His rough whisper is all praise as he hooks a finger under the elastic of my knickers and sweeps it through my slickness. ‘So wet for me.’
Under his hands and his attentions, I whimper a small, desperate sound as he begins to tease and pet my clit, his kisses laying claim to my neck until my whole body is trembling. Just as I think I can’t take it anymore, that I need more than teasing, he twists me sharply and pushes me down against the bed. My body bounces against the awful mattress, his eyes avid as he watches my body react. Or as two particular parts of me bounce.
‘Such a boy,’ I taunt, pushing myself up onto my elbows as I unhook the strands of hair from my mouth and cheeks.
‘Boys. Men. Infants. We’re all obsessed with the same thing.’ With a smile that’s pure wickedness, he falls on top of me, caging me in with his limbs. ‘And who could resist these?’
My back arches from the bed as he frames my breasts with his hands, sucking my nipple into his mouth as he teases with his fingers, echoing the pull of his lips as I push my hands through his hair and press my body against him. This feels so good—the solid weight of him over me, the light in his eyes as I’d lain in nothing but my knickers on the bed. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be desired and the sole focus of another’s attention. Forgotten the desperation of how it feels to be so close yet not close enough.
‘Yes, hurry.’ I release his head, my demands needy as he begins to pull away, his hands reaching for his shirt. ‘Are you... are youhumming?’ I find myself asking suddenly.
‘Hmm?’ On his knees above me, he loosens a couple of buttons of his shirt, then pulls it up and over his head in one liquid movement. I can’t resist running my hand over the ladder of his abdominals, delighting in the way they contract under my fingertips. ‘I might be.’
I’d almost forgotten I’d asked him a question as mesmerised, I follow the shelf of muscle that dips beneath his waistband in a prominentV. I think this is what the muscle heads in the gym mean when they talk about being shredded. He growls as I gently rake my nails there, not quite shredding perhaps, but teasing.
Growls and then starts humming again.
‘Whatisthat noise?’ I actually giggle because the man may be beautiful, built, and very obviously well-endowed, but he couldn’t carry a tune if someone gave him a bucket to carry it in. I try to place the low, repetitive sound as he slides his wallet from his back pocket, dropping it to the mattress but not before pulling a foil square free.
‘Are you casting aspersions on my singing prowess?’
‘Oh, youaresinging. I’m so sorry.’ I try to school my features. ‘It’s not nice to laugh at other people’s downfalls, is it?’
‘Not nice at all. In fact, it’s very, very bad.’ I shiver, though whether a result of his teasing words or the edge of the foil he traces down my body, I can’t be sure. He flicks the condom to the bed, stripping from the rest of his clothing and insinuating himself between my legs. Still humming.
‘Seriously.’ I push myself up onto my elbows. His eyes travel up my body as his mouth presses low on my stomach. ‘What is that noise?’
The sharp angles of his face seem more pronounced as he shoots me a swift but wicked smile before hooking his fingers in my novelty Batman knickers, abandoning his tuneless hum in favour of words now.
‘Dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner... Batman!’
‘I’m sure that isn’t the theme tune to Batman.’
But it might be the key to my knickers as I find myself bouncing against the bed again, my giggles to blame this time. But I’m not amused for long, not as my comic underwear is slid down my legs. Not as he slides his tongue through my wetness, stealing my breath and my sense as he presses a long, rumbling hum rightthere.
‘I’m sorry. You were saying?’
‘Yes, like that. Please don’t stop.’
‘You’re a bossy little thing.’ I squirm as he places a teasing bite to my inner thigh, then licks the sting. But I am bossy, and a little desperate as I writhe under him. My orgasms for the past few months have been by my own hand, and I realise while inevitable the way I feel, the timing of this really isn’t up to me.
I want this so badly.
But then his big hands spread my thighs, his gaze is pure liquid heat before he draws his tongue the length of my pussy with a velvety groan.
Oh my God, yes...
