Page 132 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Seven

“It is.” I cross over and sit on the edge, bouncing twice. I shimmy back a bit and part my legs, patting the space between them. “Wanna test out the springs with me?”

Sidney crosses the room, stopping when his knee touches the inside of mine. “Are you sure you’re feeling well enough for that?”

I run my hands up his chest and back down until I reach his belt buckle. “Definitely. How about you?”

“As if no is an option when you’re already halfway to getting into my pants.” His eyes are hooded as he skims my cheek with gentle fingers.

His nostrils flare when the metal clasp clinks as I unfasten his belt. I pop the button and drag the zipper down. Today he’s wearing a pair of blue hockey print boxers. That seems to be pretty standard for him. I slide my hand inside and wrap my fingers around his erection, freeing him from the fabric.

The last time I had my hands on him, we were in the back seat of his truck and it was dark. I’d felt the length and girth, but seeing it up close and personal…well, that’s a whole different bag of gummy bears.

“So pretty,” I murmur as I stroke the length and sweep my thumb over the slit when I reach the head.

With Sidney standing between my thighs and me sitting on the low platform bed, all I have to do is lean forward and bend a little to kiss the head. Which is exactly what I do.

“Ah, fuck,” Sidney mutters.

I lift my gaze as I stroke up again and smooth my thumb over the spot I just kissed, before dragging my hand back down and pressing my lips to the tip. But instead of pulling away, I part them and cover the crown, circling it with my tongue.

Sidney’s fingers slide into my hair, the tips pressing gently against my scalp as he waits to see what I’ll do next.

I apply suction, pop off and stroke up again, repeating the same actions, but this time I take him in further.

“Good fucking God, the way you look right now,” he makes a deep sound in the back of his throat and the right side of my mouth curls up. He doesn’t look like the sweet, polite man who snuggled with me on the couch last night. He looks like he wants to devour me.

I pop off again— “And how do I look?”—before I cover the head once more.

“Like those pretty lips of yours were made to be wrapped around my cock.”

I moan at his words and try to smile, but it’s tough with a mouth full of cock. I had a feeling he was going to be a lot of fun between the sheets. I keep bobbing, taking as much as I can until the head hits the back of my throat and my eyes threaten to water.

Sidney's fingers tighten in my hair and he guides my mouth, up and down, in and out. His free hand tugs on my robe, pulling it off my shoulder to expose the matching bra.

His eyes slide closed and he groans when the head hits the back of my throat again. As he shifts his hips his eyes open. He tugs my hair, pulling me off his cock. A string of spit connects the tip to my bottom lip.

“Fuck, Skye.” He wipes the spit from my chin, gripping it lightly as he tips it up and drops his head, slanting his mouth over mine in a desperate, searing kiss. When he breaks it, his thumb sweeps over my bottom lip, stopping in the center, the pad pressing against my teeth. “As much as I enjoy your mouth, when I come, I want to be inside you.”

“I’m a thousand percent on board with that, but I also think you should know for the future that I don’t spit.” No reason to taste that business twice.

His grin is lascivious. “If I didn’t already know you were perfect for me, I sure do now.”

I laugh and shimmy back on the bed to make room for him. He climbs up after me, losing his shirt while I lose my robe.

When I reach behind me to undo my bra, Sidney raises a hand. “I would like the honors, if that’s okay with you.”

“Absolutely.” I lay back on the pillows.

Sidney shucks off his pants, grabs his wallet and sets it on the nightstand, then kneels between my thighs. His palms settle on my shins, then slowly smooth upward, over my knees and along my thighs until he reaches my panties. “You are stunning, Skye.”

“Thanks, you’re firmly entrenched in DILFlandia,” I reply.

He smiles, but his gaze drops to where his hands now rest on my waist. My body is far from perfect. I’ve had a baby, there are stretch marks and I’m hippy, with cellulite and all the other, normal stuff that comes with being a woman in her thirties who has never understood the rules of sports and resorts to yoga and trail walking for exercise. But I love my curves and all my imperfections.

Sidney’s hands continue their ascent, stopping to cup my boobs. This bra is good at showing off the girls, and Sidney seems to appreciate them. He spends a couple of minutes nuzzling them, his erection bumping against my pelvis as he makes little noises of appreciation. I reach between us and grip his cock, hoping to refocus his attention on the parts that really matter. He bites the swell of my left breast and groans, but it does the trick. He slides his other hand under me, finds the clasp, and flicks it open. And then my bare breasts are in his hands, and his mouth is covering my right nipple while he thumbs the left.

I stop worrying about getting to the good part, because this man is a magician with his tongue and he looks damn fine withmy nipple in his mouth. He moves to the other breast and gives it the same delicious treatment. And then he kisses a path down my stomach. I’m already halfway to an orgasm and anticipation makes everything below the waist clench.

When he hooks his fingers into my panties, I helpfully lift my hips so he can get rid of the pretty, albeit obstructing, fabric. And I part my legs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders. I’m nothing if not a team player, at least with sex. With actual sports, I’m more of a confused spectator.

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