“Huh. Good point.”
Except now that I’d made my point, I wasn’t thrilled about it.
“Hold on,” I said. “We’re talking hypothetically, and in the past, right?”
Devi just smiled prettily and pressed her ass into me.
“My turn,” I said gruffly, sliding my fingers between her legs. “Suits or jeans?”
“Suits,” she gasped, as I slicked my fingers over her wet pussy. “Always suits. Unless it’s you. Then anything will do.”
Oh, I liked that.
“Do you prefer being on top or on the bottom?” I asked her, skimming my lips over her neck.
“Both,” she breathed.
“You have to pick one.”
“Fine,” she said. “Bottom. You?”
“Top. We’re so perfect for each other.”
“Ugh. You’re getting me to like bathroom sex…” She groaned as I licked the side of her neck. “Was this part of your diabolical plan all along…?”
“I never had a plan,” I confessed. “I just wanted you.” I slid my cock between her legs. “I needed you…”
She tipped her hips back as I nudged my cock towards her opening. “Are you sure you really need me right now, though…” she teased. “Can’t you wait ’til later…?”
“No. Can’t wait.” I ground my hips forward, sliding the head of my cock between her lips, and she made a garbled, hungry sound that went straight to my balls. “Just think of it as my birthday gift…”
Devi shuddered as my cockhead nudged her clit. She lifted her ass toward me a bit more, pushing back. “And here I thought that engraved tie clip I got you was sufficient…”
“Nope.” I shoved into her with a groan. “Not even… fucking… close.”
I started fucking her in a deep, forceful rhythm. I pushed my hand up the back of her neck and into her hair, grabbing it in a tight fistful as I pounded into her.
“I thought it was so classy, though…”
“Shut up about tie clips while I’m fucking you,” I muttered.
She laughed, and her pussy squeezed my dick, making me groan.
Shit, this was not gonna take long.
“You want me to make it good for you, baby?” I asked her, sliding my hand between her hip and the counter, seeking her clit again.
“Oh, it’s good for me,” she sighed, as I dipped my fingers between her legs and started rubbing in tight circles.
“Good,” I whispered in her ear. “You wanna come on my dick?”
“No. Later. Much later. Right now… I wantyouto come, birthday boy.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Decorate me like a cake. I want to feel all that icing dripping down my thigh…”
Oh, Christ. My dick flexed at that husky tone. That picture in my head was far too hot, especially when her eyes met mine in the mirror.
