Page 106 of Just (Fake) Married
Now it was my time to gulp.
“There’s more of that, yeah?” she asked
“Lots,” I said.
“Good.” She took a deep breath. “Bring it upstairs. Your room.”
Glass in hand, she turned on her heel and walked out of the kitchen. Grinning, I turned the heat off under the stew, grabbed the bottle and another one just in case. I made my way through the old house, filled with memories of my childhood, ready to go make some amazing new ones in my old bedroom.
All the bedrooms had chairs.Mine had two. I’d insisted on a desk when I was in high school and so I had a desk chair and an armchair. I set the wine on the end of my desk and sat down in my desk chair. She could have the armchair.
When she came in, her glass was empty and she was wearing a thin-t shirt and a clean pair of jeans. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she’d put on mascara. A little lip gloss. I smiled at the sight of her.
“This one is my favorite,” she said, and plopped a vibrator on my desk. It was one of the long silicone ones with the part that stimulated the clit. It was hot pink. As pink as her cheeks.
My teenage-self would have combusted at such an event. Here, in the room, where I played video games and masturbated.
I was on her so fast, the breath came out of her in a surprised huff. I lifted her off her feet, her legs wrapping around my hips, and walked us backwards towards the bed.
“You don’t have to carry me,” she laughed. I paused at the end of the desk.
“Grab that, would you?” I asked, and she reached down to pick up her vibrator. To my delight, she shoved it in my back pocket.
The backs of her legs hit the side of the bed and her squeak of surprise made me smile.
I reached up and pulled the band out of her hair and slipped it over my wrist.
My fingers rubbed over her scalp and I wasn’t particularly gentle about it. Her eyes fluttered closed and I could feel her surrender as she sagged against me. The moan that came out of her throat went right to my dick.
Gathering up all that hair of hers in one hand, I tugged, making her head fall back, her throat revealed to me. I could see her heartbeat. The bob of her throat as she swallowed.
I lifted my other hand and covered that fragile skin with my palm. I felt more than heard her moan vibrating from her chest to mine.
“Take off your clothes,” I said, as I stepped back and pulled off my sweater, unbuckled my pants and shucked them down my legs. My underwear going with them. I stood, my hand around my cock, giving it a squeeze. A stroke.
She stood there, still dressed, watching. Her lips parted. Her cheeks pink.
I stood with my legs wide and gave her some more to watch. Squeezing the tip until I moaned. Her eyes flew to mine, wide.
“Your clothes,” I said. “Get them off.”
She pulled off that thin t-shirt, revealing a bra with white lace cups. Sweet and hot all at the same time. So much like her. Her jeans were pushed off.
“Underwear, too,” I said, and she hooked her thumbs in the light blue panties and shimmied them down over her hips and her long legs. She braced her hand on my shoulder as she stepped out of both. And now we were both standing in front of each other. Naked except for our socks.
“Are you cold?” I asked her. She shook her head. Her eyes on my cock. I took her hand and put it on me. Hissing at the touch of her cool fingers.
“Sorry,” she breathed.
“S’all right,” I said, sounding drunk. Her fingers were soft, with callouses at the base, and I loved the way it caught the skin of my dick as she stroked me.
“I want to suck it again.”
I shook my head and she blinked up at me.
“You’re too good at that, Harmony,” I told her. “I want this to last, so you need to keep that hot mouth away from me.”
She smiled, pink and bashful, like she’d never been told she was a fucking stick of dynamite in bed. That fucking ex-boyfriend of hers needed to answer for his bullshit.
