Page 77 of Playing With Fire
I’d thought about holding out until she told Gregor. Hell, it’s only a few days away at this point, but we know it’s just splitting hairs. The apartment is a big step in convincing us both that she’s truly done with her marriage and that this isn’t going to be some drawn-out, sordid affair where I get half her heart, but never the whole thing. I’m also convinced she and Gregor won’t be sleeping together anymore so I’m ready to lay claim to what’s mine.
“I like the sound of that. I’ll throw the sheets in the dryer while we eat,” she says, smiling at her plan.
Fuck the plan.
“Baby, I need younow.If the head of my dick isn’t brushing against the bottom of your lungs in the next three minutes, I might accidentally set your shiny new apartment on fire.”
She cuts her eyes to her daughter. I agree, Serafina’s watchful gaze might be a little awkward, so I roll her bouncy swing to face the windows. She seems content enough to alternate her attention between staring down at the cars as they come and go and the multiple gadgets affixed to her swing.
Moving back to Shannon, I push her into what I’m assuming is the dining room since there’s a small chandelier hanging over the middle of the open space.
She has on a long-sleeved t-shirt that I easily rip over her head, revealing a black lacey bra underneath.
“Oh fuuuuck,” I groan, cupping her full breasts in my hands, while fanning my thumbs back and forth across her nipples over the fabric. She pushes her chest into me while trying to get my shirt off. Knowing I’ll be faster, I releaseher before crossing my arms and grabbing the hem of the material, lifting it over my own head and tossing it to the floor.
Her hands and lips are on my skin immediately. She’s after the same thing I am as she undoes my pants and pushes them down. I step out of them and my shoes and then help her with her own. The thong she has on matches her bra and kicks my erection to the next level.
I’m having trouble deciding what to put where first until she grabs my hand and slides it beneath the thin strip of material. As soon as I feel how fucking wet she is for me, the decision comes easily.
Dropping to my knees, I tap her ankle so she separates her feet wider. The angle is awkward, but I’m so drunk on her I don’t even care as I tip my head back and drag my tongue through her pussy. By the fourth lick, her knees buckle and she lands in my arms.
I lay her down on her back and reach over for my jeans, grabbing one of the several condoms I’d stashed in the pockets thinking it might come to this tonight.
“I can’t wait any longer,” I pant, tearing the foil and rolling the condom on.
Like most apartments, this portion is carpeted, but I’ll be slamming into herhardand am briefly concerned about her getting carpet burn on her back, until the head of my cock is burying itself inside her and every thought ceases to exist except how fucking good she feels.
Her nails dig into my back, spurring me on faster as I lay along her body. I want to stay connected to her like this, from our chests to our toes, but I can strike deeper if I sit up.
She whines in protest as I readjust until I slam home, hitting a spot that has her rolling her eyes back in her head.
“That’s…so…deep,” she moans.
I grab her ankles and put her calves over my shoulders,gripping her by the front of her thighs as I thrust into her. She lets out a low, breathy exhale.
“That’s right, baby. You’ve dreamt of taking this cock, haven’t you?” My voice is a whisper because I’m conditioned around young ears, but Shannon is too lost to pleasure to keep hers down.
“Fuck, yes,” she whimpers.
“You like it dirty,” I add.
“Yes,” she agrees again.
Gathering spit in my mouth, I look straight down and watch as it lands on her clit before looking back up at her to make sure she’s watching while I rub it in with my thumb.
As I rub, I feel her walls start bearing down on me.
“Keep it up, and I’m gonna come,” I grit out between clenched teeth.
Her hands fly to her breasts, still trapped in her bra, and she pulls the fabric to the sides as she pinches her own nipples. “Yes, please come,” she whimpers before her back arches off the floor as her hips roll into me with each wave of her orgasm, sending me over the edge of my own.
“Oh shit…yes…that’s...” I grip her legs tightly to ground myself so I don’t float away.
My last tremor subsides and I move to slide out of her, but she stops me. “Not yet.”
I stay seated inside her as I drop her legs from my shoulders and stretchmylegs out behind me, resuming the missionary position we started in.
She brushes my hair back and kisses my forehead as I bury it in her neck.
