I want to see her face. Is she smiling? Are her eyes closed? What expression accompanies those breathy moans?
One hand on her breast, I drive the other into her hair, pulling at her loose bun, and twisting her to face me. Her eyes are closed, her mouth pure invitation. I take it. With my lips for now.
‘You like that, sweetheart?’ I growl the words into her neck, tightening my hold on those silky strands. ‘You like me holding you in place for my mouth.’
‘Yes.’ Her eyes open languidly, their depths hungry, insatiable, eliminating the need for words. And yet, she licks her lips, preparing to say more. So I help her wet them.My lips. My tongue. ‘God, yes, yes. I like it. I like what you do to me.’
Before she can say more, I press her forward to torture the back of her neck.
‘I’m going give your pussy the same treatment.’ She whimpers, her fingernails scratching against the zipper of my jeans. ‘I’ll spread your legs so wide and make your pussy my home.
She almost collapses as I let go of her hair, only to pull her back against me as I strip her of her sweater.
‘Bedroom,’ is my next growling command, making her set off almost in a trot. I smile as I follow her. ‘Take a right.’ The woman. She makes me feel like a god. She’s all sass and comebacks, but the minute I get my hands on her, she’s the most responsive girl I’ve ever fucked.
Is that all this is?
I choke down the unbidden question as I stride up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. Her feet come up from the floor as I’d planned, the door to my bedroom bursting open, as we push through.
‘What kind of guard dog do you call yourself?’ Elvis raises his big head from where he lies on his bed at bottom of mine. He doesn’t even have the good grace to come and say hello, instead lumbering his big body over to our visitor. ‘You’re not frightened of dogs, are you?’ I ask, twisting her body away from him, just in case. My arm is still wrapped around her as I lower her to the floor and her answer is in her movements as she crouches down to address him.
‘So this is the fiend that eats food better than my cupcakes.’ Elvis takes to her baby voiced attentions like a pig to the proverbial, licking her face with such force she falls back on her arse with a giggle.
‘Oi, stop muscling in on my date,’ I grumble, herding him away with my leg and holding out my hand to her.
‘Your date?’ she repeats as I pull her to stand. She begins dusting her backside off as though she’d fallen outside on the ground.
‘Would you prefer a different address?’ I spin her away from me and take over the job, smacking her arse cheek a little harder—just once—to test the waters, so to speak. Grabbing it for good measure, pressing my lips to her neck as I squeeze. She moans, pressing that supple flesh into my hand.
‘How about the woman whose body belongs to me for the next few hours.’
‘Hours?’ There’s a hint of taunt in that husky voice of hers.
‘As long as you’ve got.’As long as you want me for.That little thought is interrupted as Elvis begins to whine for attention.
‘Hang on.’ I grab Elvis’s collar and start to haul the interloper out into the hall.
‘Oh, you’re not locking him out, are you? He’ll be lonely.’
‘He’s a bed hog.’ He always starts on his own bed but yet I always seem to wake to a face of Elvis breath, and the pervert likes to watch. That’s not to say he gets to see a lot of action in this bed but rather I wake to him staring at me like a fucking creeper. ‘He’s not allowed on the couch, so he’ll be in his element out there. Now, where was I?’
I turn from the door and grasp a handful of my T-shirt between my shoulder blades, pulling it off in one fluid movement as I stalk to where she’s standing in her pants and bra. For the first time I notice the prettiness of it. Pink and gossamer fine, frilly white piping at the edges.
‘You’re showing off,’ she murmurs, her gaze dipping to my pecs. I flex them for her pleasure and mine, as I get to hear her soft laugh. ‘You’re like a peacock.’
I lean forward, my mouth by her ear and my hands on her delicate shoulders, ‘I don’t know about peacock, but I want to show you my cock. Want to see it?’ I know she does. I remember last time. The questions and her light touches. The way she’d swallowed me down.
She laughs a little, that soft husky sound driving me crazy as I push the tiny ribbon-like straps of her bra down and return my attentions to her neck, her head falling back with a carnal groan. I love how small she feels under my hands. How delicate she is, my body wrapped around hers almost as though shielding her harm.
But could I be the cause of her injury?
I press my mouth to hers in a commanding kiss, forcing it deeper and wetter until her fingers are tight on my arms and she’s whimpering into my mouth. My whole body physically aches for the taste of her, my head filling with images of her that first time. He hands balled in the sheets, her pale legs splayed and her body writhing as I’d feasted on her pussy.
With a groan, I drag my lips across her jaw, kiss my way down her neck to the small yet perfect swell of her breast. Her nipples stand dark and taut beneath the fabric and I frame her tits with my hands, just because I can.
‘You’re so fucking sexy.’
As she huffs out a disparaging laugh, I press my teeth over the fabric, making her body buck and her lips exhale a soft curse. Then her hands move to the back of my head, anchoring me there.No fear, babe. I’ll stay here until you’re begging for it.
