Page 19 of Halloween Hottie
“I figure, it’s mine so I better know how to work it,” I joke.
She laughs. “No, I just mean, you seem to have a better understanding of what women want; more than the other guys I’ve been with. Them, they just shoved it in and went at it, not caring about technique or what I was feeling. You did this hip rolling thing and seemed to know right where I needed it.”
I grin, feeling a little embarrassed. “I can show you a thing or two. Then, even if the next guy you’re with sucks at the sex part, you’ll be able to tell him what you want to leave happy.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, pausing. “Like now?”
I shrug as I pull on my pants.
“Okay, show me,” she says, her voice getting breathy again.
My back straightens. “Take off your panties and lie back down.”
Her face flushes pink, but she pushes her thong back down her legs and lies down as she’s told.
Excitement bubbles up in me as I crawl onto the bed and settle between her parted knees.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Her eyes flash down to my boxers.
“Nope, this is all for you,” I say, kissing the inside of her knee.
Her leg twitches, but she holds still as I kiss my way up her thigh. I slowly kiss and tease my way to her center, and then I remove my lips, making her gasp in desire—then I start the process again with the other leg, kissing until I reach her opening.
I run my tongue between her folds. When the tip brushes against her clit, she moans, and her hips buck upward. I chuckle as I grab ahold of her hips and pull them back to the bed. “Now, some men have no idea what they’re doing down here, so tell them what you like. Give them directions. Up, down, faster, slower. Direct them—direct me,” I say, moving my mouth back to her. I start on her clit, knowing exactly where she wants me. I lap at her hard nub for a moment before sucking it into my mouth. She lets out a long exhale of approval.
But then, like most guys I’ve heard about, I begin to wander, getting further away from where she needs me.
“No, back up,” she directs, and I follow.
I slow my pace and force her to say, “Faster,” the word gets cut off with a whimper as her hands begin to fist in the sheet.
“Yes, right there. God, don’t stop!”
I do as she asks, then surprise her by pushing two fingers inside her. She lets out a loud moan and her hips begin to wiggle beneath me. I keep rubbing the magical spot inside her with the pad of my fingers while my mouth and tongue stay on her clit, pushing her closer and closer until she finally shatters and breaks. Her legs are shaking on either side of my head, and it’s enough to make me hard again. She tastes better than I ever would’ve imagined, and even though we’ve been going at it for a couple of hours now, her body is still giving, still wet and needy. It’s easy to see she’s gone far too long without being properly taken care of.
I don’t stop until she’s quiet and limp, too weak to move. She’s breathless as I pull back and wipe her juices from my face.
“Fuck other men. Can I just have you?” she jokes around a laugh.
I chuckle and offer her a hand. She takes it, and I pull her up into a sitting position. “You know where to find me if nobody lives up to my awesomeness.”
She laughs. “God, I feel like I need to sleep for a month. My body literally feels weak.”
“That’s when you know you had fun and did something right.”
For the second time, I pick up her panties and hand them to her. She takes them and makes a show out of how hard they are to put on now that she’s thoroughly exhausted. I laugh, but help her back into her dress before pulling on the rest of my clothes.
I’ve just finished tying my shoes when she stops at the desk and grabs a pen. She scribbles something down and hands it over. “My number. You know, in case you want to hang out again.”
I take it and then stand up to write down mine. I hand it over.
“Thanks,” she says, laughing. “I mean, for your number not for the sex… well, I guess for the sex, too.”
I laugh. “Any time.”
“Well, I guess I better get home. It’s a long drive and it’s pretty late,” she says, backing up for the door.
“Be careful driving home,” I tell her, watching her go.
