Page 88 of Love Takes Home

“I like way more than your dick, promise.”

I swat her ass, stepping away. “That response earns you meat, woman.”

I turn to the kitchen with her laughter following me. Playing with her is always fun.

“How long do the steaks need to sit?” she calls out.

“At least an hour, two if you can wait,” I answer.

I set about getting the steaks ready. I hear the TV turn on and the theme show for something we’ve been watching plays.

“You better not start that without me!” I yell.

“Never!” she assures.

When I’m done prepping for dinner, I pull two beers out of the fridge. Ginny doesn’t drink it much, but every once in a while, as long as it’s ice cold, she’ll enjoy one with me. I leave the kitchen, looking at something on my phone, so it takes me a minute to catch up.

Ginny is on the couch. Normal. Naked. Not normal. Glorious, but not normal. My dick immediately tries to stand up and salute her.

“What’s going on?” I ask, setting down the beers and my phone. Yes, I’m aware I sound like an idiot. One should never question the naked woman lounging on the couch. They should just accept it as the gift from heaven that it is.

“Thought we could watch an episode…or two before dinner.”

I pull my shirt off over my head. “And you thought we would do this without clothes?”

“I found a glitch. It seems that we can’t skip to the next episode without watching the last one we’ve already seen.”

I undo my pants and drop them to the floor, so I’m only in my boxer briefs. “So you thought we should rewatch it naked?” She bites her lower lip and nods. “You are a fucking genius, Beautiful.”

Her lips twitch with the beginnings of a smile as she pushes play on the remote, but when I remove the rest of my clothes, my cock standing tall, her mouth opens as she sucks in a breath, and I don’t miss her legs rubbing together to get some friction.

“Do I turn you on?” I ask her, crawling up her body and nestling myself between her legs.

“You do,” she confirms.

I kiss the tops of each breast, moving my lips up her chest to her neck.

“Joker,” she whispers my name.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to touch me.”

“Where?”

She lifts her head, staring into my eyes. “My pussy. Touch it.”

My cock jerks between us. When she’s demanding and assertive, she’s fucking hot. I always find her beautiful and sexy, but when she wants me? And vocalizes that she wants me? Nothing like it in the world.

“Anything you want,” I tell her.

I adjust so I’m laying at her side and run my hand down her body. First her tits, which need more attention paid to them. I take turns with each peaked nipple, pulling them into my mouth and sucking hard enough to make a sound when I pop off of them. She’s already squirming under my touch as I trail my fingers down her abdomen. Stopping to trace her scar, covered by a tattoo.

“Beautiful,” I reverently say.

She lifts her lips to meet mine, and as my tongue delves into her warm, welcoming mouth, my fingers slide through her slit, already dripping with her arousal.

“You are always so wet for me.”

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