Page 14 of Ward
I spend some time on the back of her neck, eliciting sweet sighs and satisfied purrs that send more waves of tension and heat right to my sex.
“Mmmm… I guess I needed that,” she moans as I finish with her neck and nape and start to drift down, grazing the sides of her spine, then lower, so that I have to brush the blanket down to the back of her thighs. My hands work back up to her round,firm ass, fighting against everything in me to massage and not squeeze. She lifts up into my palms, and I can’t help but groan.
“Don’t be scared of me, Ward. You can touch me there. It feels really good…”
“You’re definitely not scary, Spark. You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met.”
“You meet many nice people?”
“You don’t think I do?”
“Hmm…” she hums, noncommittally. Maybe it’s the fragrances fuzzing up her brain, or she’s a bit tipsy from the sake. Maybe we’re already here though, and I want her body like my next breath of air.
“Turn over,” I grunt the demand.
She does, acting in near instant obedience, and with a smile on her face. I shouldn’t have done it—it was one thing to look at her standing before me in the nude, it’s quite another to see her lying down, defenseless, acquiesced. Her tits invitingly naked and close. Wanting me to touch her, to make her feel good. I expect her to draw the blanket up at least to her breasts but she barely brings it to the top of her bikini line.
I oil and warm my hands and lay them onto her body. This time, I touch where I want. Sorry not sorry, it’s what my dick is going to allow at the moment.
“Thereisone thing you don’t have in your whole entire house.”
“A TV.”
“Yeah. That’s weird.”
“You’reweird,” Yvette sasses back. “Weird Ward.” She bursts into giggles, making it really difficult to massage her right. Not that I’m all too concerned with my thumbs and fingers fondling her prominent tips.
“Keep running your mouth, Spark, and I’m going to fill it.”
“Mmhm. That’s what I thought”—she cracks one eye open to peek up at me—“you’re buttering me up to fuck me.”
“We don’t have to fuck. We can just do this.” I peel the blanket all the way down below her bare snatch glistening in the lamplight.
I find a spot she likes near her collarbone, and she mewls and purrs, her hips rising up just so to rub her pussy into the soft blanket.
“The least you could do is take off all your clothes. It’s only fair.”
“You want me to massage you in the nude?”
“Mhm…please.”
I’m already hard as a steel pipe. I drop my hand down to my erection, showcasing the number she’s doing on me. Both of her eyes open up wide. My pants are the only thing shielding me from diving deep into every one of her exposed holes.
“I’m afraid that’s going to be a very quick massage.”
“Or just a better one,” she murmurs in a syrup-sweet voice. Is she batting her lashes? Oh, Yvette…fuck—me. She is actually going to burn me to ash. She’s got a soft little slit for a pussy and I’m not confident she’ll be able to take my nine inches even if we try, to be honest, but just to benear herwith it—that would be something. I’m standing here debating which of her spellbinding curves I’m going to spill my cum all over, when she yanks hard on my pants.
“C’mon. Please.”
I give her a wicked smirk. “Just remember, you fuckin’ asked.”
“More like had to beg.”
I take a step back and take off my clothes, layer by layer, just like she asked.Begged. I double-check that the hematite is tucked safe and sound in the pocket of my pants. Gloryhallelujah. I’m not normally a sentimental person, but I will never, ever lose that crystal.
“Oh, wow,” she breathes.
“What are you wowing, exactly.” I can’t even try to school my huge grin as I return to my spot by the table fully aroused. My sex is inches from her face, long and proud, a bit of precum on the tip.
