Page 67 of When Sinners Fall
I get off the bench and move over the room, reaching my hands for the bar above my head when I get to it.
“So this is how you do it,” she says.
I pull up and get my chin high. “What?”
“Stay as ripped as you are.”
I don’t answer. How else does she think it happens? I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember. It started out on the old gym yards littered around the city when I was weaker. I used it to get some anger out at first, but results came with it, and then the hits felt less painful on my skin, and my hits got stronger.
Dropping down after that round of twenty, I go to the floor, press-ups coming next.
“Here I was thinking it was natural,” she says, coming over until I can see her feet by my face. “But you have to work for it.” Yeah, well, I’m not twenty-five anymore, and that kind of body doesn’t stick unless you make it. I keep pushing up and down, breathing slowly. “Wow. It’s getting hot in here, don’t you think?” The towel drops down near my hand. “Sweaty.”
I smile at the look of it there and turn my head. She’s up there all naked and wet, slicked back hair and nothing but the fine-ass body she’s been gifted with. “What are you up to?” She’s down beside me before I finish the sentence, and the moment I push up, she gets herself under me. I brace up on my arms, smiling some more. “You need something, Wren Bird?”
“Well, if I’m not interrupting.”
“You are.”
“Oh, I’ll go then.” She starts moving to the side, and I’m so quick to drop my weight on her she gasps at the pressure of me and then starts laughing. That doesn’t last much longer.
“Open your legs then.” They move slowly until she’s spread out under me. “Tell me what you need.” She watches my mouth and keeps flicking her eyes up to mine. “You gonna have to ask me for it, Wren. I'm busy.” Her tongue rolls over her lips, fingers gentle on my arms. “Where do you want me?”
“Down there.”
I smirk and keep staring. “What do you want down there?”
One set of her fingers comes to my lips, softly running over them. “This.”
“You want my tongue inside you?” Her teeth bite into her own lips, body squirming to get some purchase on me, and she nods. “Say it then.”
“I want your mouth on me, Dante. I want you to eat me like you’re starving for it.”
I groan at the language, dick aching, and crawl down her. She writhes under me as I kiss my way along that fine skin until I’ve got one hand spread on her hip and my face inches from her. The other goes under her ass to lift her up to me, and I run my tongue straight through her.
She moans as I savour that taste and do it again, then arches up and pushes herself at me for more contact, her hands going to my head. ”Fuck, you taste sweet.” I bite gently along the sides of her, teasing her with every next lick of my tongue until I’m delving in deep and getting covered in pussy.
Everything about her body starts going rigid in my hold after a while, ass and muscles clenching. I don’t give a damn for any of it. I’m too busy licking and biting and sucking to care. It’s only when I land on her clit and start running my tongue over that that she really starts shaking.
“Jesus,” she says, panting. Yeah, that’s her spot. I know it well now. I put more pressure on it and roll it about, drawing my teeth lightly up her pussy until I’m sucking some more. “Oh god, Dante,” she mewls, trying to squirm away from me. “Fuck. Yes. There.”
Her hands bite into my head, nails digging to keep me exactly where I am. Needn’t bother. I’m not going anywhere, but if she needs to hang on, I’m down with that as long as she keeps moaning my name. Doesn’t take long after that. I keep pressuring her, and she keeps groaning and staying rigid until she finally gives in and comes on my tongue.
I keep sucking and watch her twisting around up there, my body moving so I can get a hand inside her before it’s my aching dick there. She presses up at me the second my fingers slip inside her, moaning some more for me.
“You want this rough or sweet, Wren?” I ask, biting her hip. She doesn’t answer. She’s too invested in my hand working her up again to think about what she wants anymore. I’m not in the mood for that today. She asked for this. She’s gonna tell me what she wants.
My hand stops, my fingers pull out of her, and I wait for her to look at me. She pants for a few seconds, then slowly drifts those half-closed eyes to me. “Rough or sweet?”
“What?”
“Do you want fucking rough or sweet?”
“I don’t…” She takes some more breaths. “Don’t mind.”
“You better fucking mind.” I climb up her, keeping those legs of hers wide, and start shoving my shorts down. “You better mind about anything I ask you. Choose.” I grunt as my own hand finds my dick, and I slide the length through her. “Fuck, I want inside you now.”
I keep running it against her, making both of us ache for more than this.
