“I think we’re done,” I said, inspecting the crew cut he was now sporting.
“Thank Christ,” he hissed. “I don’t know how much more I can take,” he stated.
“Anxious?” I asked, taking a step backward so he could glance in the mirror. He didn’t move. He didn’t get up or turn around to look at his new hair style, instead he stared at me.
“Had your nipples saluting me for the last twenty minutes, Kitten. I really appreciate the no bra thing but not when I’m horny as fuck,” he rasped.
I didn’t know words could deliver empowerment, but they did, giving me the courage to give into temptation. I took another step backward, watched as my poor battered Tiger peered at me with one lustful eye.
That look was all for me.
Maybe he did want me.
Or maybe he was just horny.
I was horny too so I decided to just go with it.
What was the worst that could happen?
Become pregnant? Ha!
Decision made.
I fingered the hem of my t-shirt, building up my courage and watching him intently. When his good eye glassed over and he growled, I pulled the flimsy fabric over my head. I balled it up and threw it on the counter with his sweatshirt.
I swallowed down my doubt. Doubt that this man wanted me the way I wanted him and rocked the confidence buried deep inside of me.
“How horny are you, Tiger?” I asked, arching an eyebrow as I stepped toward him. My breasts swayed with each step. They were bigger, heavier even, and my nipples always seemed to be erect and sore…so goddamn sore. My belly was still flat which only accentuated the flotation devises I had for breasts.
Riggs reached out, grabbing my hips and pulled me back in-between his legs.
“You giving me the green light, Kitten? Tell me you’re giving me the green light.”
I didn’t even know what that meant but as his hand glided up my stomach and his thumb brushed one of my nipples, I didn’t care to know either.
“Had a long day, didn’t you, Riggs?” I said, throwing one leg over his thigh and taking a seat on his knee. “A man deserves to relax after a day like yours,” I added, running my hands up his chest, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him closer so my breasts brushed against his chest.
“You’re killing me,” he gritted out, bowing his head to kiss the curve of my breast.
“I just want to make you feel better,” I argued arching my back, pushing out my chest. “Think I can do that?”
I ground myself against his thigh as my teeth sank into my lower lip, I took his hands and worked them over my body until each hand grabbed a breast. Thatta’ boy.
“My Kitten’s a little tease,” he growled, squeezing my tits. It hurt and felt like ecstasy at the same time, making me crave his mouth on them. I was hoping he’d use more than just his tongue and treat me to his teeth. There was an animal caged inside of Riggs and I wanted to be the girl who unleashed it.
“Maybe you’re not the only one feeling a certain kind of way,” I whispered, against his ear before taking his earlobe between my teeth.
“Say it, Kitten. Tell me how you’re feeling,” he demanded, rolling my nipple between his fingers. “Christ, your tits are perfect,” he growled, pushing them together before burying his face between them.
“I’m just as horny as you,” I panted, riding his leg, desperate for any sort of friction and frustrated that I wasn’t getting what I needed. I pushed him back, climbed off his lap and grabbed his hands forcing him to his feet. “You sure you’re up for this?” I asked, glancing at his nasty eye.
“You gonna send me to the couch with blue balls, Kitten?”
“Just making sure you’re up for the ride,” I said, taking his hands and wrapping them around me as I led him out of the bathroom.
“Who’s riding who?” he asked, sliding his hands beneath the elastic of my leggings.
“Oh, Tiger, I’m riding you,” I affirmed, turning around in his arms and walking backward into the bedroom. I shimmied the leggings down my legs, along with my thong, and kicked them off the rest of the way. I could see his erection bulging against his sweats and moved closer to him, palming his cock before circling his body.