Page 7 of Savage Suit
“In another time and place.”
She laid her hand against my cheek. “You sound so sad suddenly.”
I cleared my throat and turned away, resting my head on my pillow. “Why don’t we talk, sweetheart?”
“I don’t want to,” she pouted, nudging her head against me.
Smiling, I settled her into the crook of my arm, and she kissed my chest. Urgent need pulsed through me. If I didn’t sink into her pussy, I might die—
Humming broke the silence and graduated to singing. “There’s a place in France where the naked ladies dance; there’s a hole in the wall where the men look at alllll.” She finished on a high note, drawing out the monosyllabic word with decent skill.
“That’s a hootchy-kootchy dance.”
“You’re not dancing.”
She giggled. “Not where you can see. In my head…” Her voice trailed off. “Anyway,you can also say hoochie coochie. A lot of variations exist. Rumor suggests someone stole the song from the people of an Algerian village. No one ever had it copyrighted.”
For a man who hated trivial bullshit, her bits of nonsensical fluff thoroughly entertained me. “Interesting.”
“The guy introduced it to America at the 1893 World Columbian Exposition.”
“What guy?”
She thought for a moment. “Fuck if I know,” she retorted with wild laughter. “Wanna hear another one?”
If it kept that animation in her voice, I did. “Go for it.”
Sitting up, she fluttered her hand against her chest, then cleared her throat. “In the land of Oz, where the women wear no bras, and the men don’t care ‘cause they wear no underwear, and there’s a big fat genie with an artificial weenie, so now you know why you shouldn’t gooooo.”
The only fucking reason I laughed my ass off at this version was because I was drunker than I thought.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “What do you think?”
“Brava, madame,” I chortled, clapping. “Brava!”
“Are you feeling better now?” she whispered, settling her upper body against my chest, the beading on her décolletage cool against my skin. She kissed me. “Did your sadness go away?” she asked after a moment of losing ourselves in each other.
The day, thenight, had been fucking torture and left me sentimental. Fuck, a little vulnerable, too, if I was honest, gentling my typically hardened worldview. Any other time, I would’ve scoffed at her naiveté. In the here and now, her softness opened a font of longing that turned into a physical ache. Desire turned into a scorching need. Come morning, when life returned to normal and I stood alone in the world, I’d embrace my usual routine.
Reversing our positions, I slid my fingers over her, caressing her body as I explored her with my lips, trailing kisses from her mouth to her softly rounded chin, the delicate rim of her ears, and the column of her neck.
She writhed, lifting her hips, and grinding against my hard dick.
Pulling my mouth away, I leaned back, wishing for a glimpse of her. She licked her lips, and my cock pulsed.
“Hurry.” Her breath fanned my cheek, stoking my need to sink into her.
On my feet, I unbuckled my trousers and opened my fly, then removed them and my boxers, freeing my erection. In the nightstand drawer, I discovered plenty of condoms, as expected. She watched me place the rubber, lifting and taking off her black lacy thong and tossing them to the side.
Once I guaranteed our protection, I grabbed the excess fabric of her dress and raised it slowly, caressing each inch of skin I revealed. Her bare pussy made my mouth water. Her legs opened, her swollen, wet clit winking at me.
The mystery of her identity deepened my arousal. Though I longed to discover who she was, our anonymity excited me.
I resumed our previous position and readied myself to enter her. At last, I buried myself inside her warm pussy in one thrust. We both gasped at the entry of my cock. Pinning her hands above her head again, I pounded into her. She bucked against me, the walls of her pussy clenching around my dick. She moaned. I was so deep inside her, each slight shudder she made vibrated through me.
I released her arms, opting to lay my cheek against the crown of her head as I slowed my thrusts into her, her full lips sucking the tender skin of my neck, the action nearly undoing me. She bent her legs at her knees, opening wider for me. I pressed into her, my strokes speeding up. I tilted my head, my lips seeking hers, both of us moaning when our mouths reconnected. The kiss was gentle and tender. Our orgasms burst upon us in seconds, her body convulsing around me as cum exploded into the condom.
Pulling out of her, I collapsed onto the bed, taking her into my arms as I did so. I closed my eyes, our fucking robbing the last of my energy. I drifted to sleep with my nose buried in her hair, inhaling the coconut scent of her strands. Her breath slowed, and the rise and fall of her chest against me evened. She had drifted off to sleep. A moment later, darkness engulfed me.
