Page 56 of A Very Friendly Valentine's Day
The One with Dirty Birdie
I will be giving this train five-star glowing reviews all over the Internet. I will tip Nancy with all of my cash. I will even tip Gavin the conductor.
But more importantly, I am going to give Nerdy Birdie the ride of her life.
I’ll start slow, though.
She is so damn stunning. Lying naked beneath me as I straddle her. She’s touching her puffy lips with the fingers of one hand, twisting loose strands of hair around the fingers of the other, the way she does when she’s reading a book. I am a very open book right now. A filthy one. Except she still refuses to look me in my eyes so they can tell her exactly what I’m feeling. I want her to look at me. I want her to read me.
It’s pretty dark, but I can see her. She is staring at my chest, which is fine. It’s a good area to focus on when trying to avoid my eyes and monster erection. But I need her to get used to seeing me hover over her like this, aching for her. If I have my way, I will be doing this a lot from now on. And I’ll have my way.
I position myself between her legs, lowering down to kiss her, nice and slow, on the mouth. The tip of my cock is right there at her entrance, and I can feel her long, slender legs spreading and bending for me. I have never felt this much tenderness and lust for a woman before. I have to take it easy with her because I know for sure that she’s never been kissed or fucked properly by another man.
She’s humming as she kisses me hungrily, cradling my face in her hands. I’m starving for her, and I love her mouth. I love her enthusiastic tongue. I love how she sucks on my tongue and then nibbles on my lower lip. The train’s rocking us side to side, she’s wriggling around, and her hot, wet pussy keeps kissing the head of my cock and it’s killing me. She’s so girlish and innocent, and she has so much nervous energy, but it suddenly occurs to me that she might be teasing me on purpose.
I’m holding myself over her as still as possible, and just when I’m about to ask her if she’s ready for me, she pulls her mouth away and squeezes my biceps.
“Eddie… I think you need to fuck me like we aren’t friends.”
Okay, change of plans.
“I like the way you think.”
“Good… Are you sure you know what I mean, though?”
“Are you sureyouknow what you mean?”
“Yes.”
“Well, maybe you should explain it to me, then. With words.”
She exhales loudly, giving me a playful punch on the arm. “I don’t want to tell you what to do.”
“I’m an actor. I’m good at taking direction. And I want you to tell me what you want from me.”
She squirms around a little, and it’s excruciating, but I like it when she gets mad. “I told you. I want you to fuck me like we aren’t friends. Just do it.”
“I’m going to need you to be more specific.” I nudge myself inside her, a tiny bit, and the resulting gasp is delightful.
“I don’t want you to be gentle.”
“Good.” I rub my thumb over her hard little nipple and dip down to lick it. “And?”
“I want you to fuck me hard.”
“I can do that. You sure you can handle it?”
“Try me.” I feel her hand around the base of my cock, squeezing.
Fuck. Birdie Beckett is hot as fuck and full of great ideas and surprises.
I let her guide me inside her. The resistance, followed by the sweet, impossibly tight glide inward, is the best kind of reward and torture all at once. I suck in a breath, and she groans, releasing me to throw her arms around my neck, wrapping her legs around mine.
I thrust in and out and back in, just once.
“Oh my God!” she squeals.
“Good?”
