Page 53 of Playing With Fire
Ilaugh as I land on her, quickly trying to ensure I don’t crush her. Before I can scramble off the bed, her hands are on my ass and she’s rolling her naked hips up into my groin.
“Fuuuck,” I groan. “I can feel the heat from your pussy through my pants, Shannon.”
“I need you.” The confidence in her words catches me off guard as she reaches for the belt on my uniform.
If she thinks I can walk out the door on time once she’s gotten her hands on me, she’s truly lost her mind.ButI am more than happy to get her off before I go. Of course, it means I’ll be riding around with a hard-on all day, but I’m willing to make the sacrifice in order to hear her come again.
I reach between us, letting my fingers dance along her clit as I try to figure out what pressure she wants and what kind of strokes she likes first thing in the morning. Less than a minute later, I’ve discovered what I need to know as she uses both hands to cling to my forearm, driving herself down onto my fingers.
“Ohmygod Hudson, just like that. Oh, yes. Shit, why does that feel so good?”
“Because I know what I’m doing,” I reply.
She’s fully exposed to me now that I’ve kicked the sheets away from her beautiful body. I can see the pink flush of her cheeks in the moonlight that has returned following the storm and is streaming through the window. It’ll be at least two more hours before the sun is up.
With my left middle finger sunk deep inside her, I move my right thumb to her clit and reach my right index and middle fingers over her pubic bone to apply pressure to her lower stomach and her back bows off the bed.
“Holy shit!”she yells, catapulting into her orgasm.
I don’t let up on the pressure I’m applying, knowing it’s smashing her anterior wall right into her pelvic floor musclesactivating the intense orgasm she’s feeling now. Sure, scientifically it’s not sexy, but looking at her all sweaty, and writhing, and sated, I don’t give a shit what it’s called, I’m just glad I know how to do it.
Finally coming down from the high, she throws her arm across her face.
“What the actual fuck was that?” she asks, making me laugh. I don’t think I’ve heard her use the wordfuckyet and I like the way it sounds coming out of her mouth.
I move her arm off her eyes and make her look at me.
“That was how you’re supposed to wake up every day.” Pulling my finger from her, I suck it into my mouth, not bothering to conceal the groan that escapes around it.
The look in her eyes is broadcasting her thoughts as clear as day.
She likes it when I’m dirty.
God, she’s perfect.
I roll onto my stomach and slide down the mattress so my head is between her legs. “I’ve gotta roll, but I need one more taste to get me through until lunch.”
Sliding my tongue along her cunt, aware that she’s still sensitive, I move slowly, savoring the flavor, careful not to overstimulate her. After one more lick, I reluctantly push myself off the bed just as a stroke of genius slams into me. “I’ll be back in a second.”
I run into the bathroom, snag my electric toothbrush off the counter, rip the actual brush head off, and go back into my room, holding the device out to her.
She reaches for it with a confused look on her face, reminding me of the day I brought her flowers.
“It doesn’t do me any good without the brush part.” She laughs.
A wicked grin tugs at the corners of my mouth. “It’s theclosest thing I have to a vibrator. Get yourself off as many times as you can in my sheets before you go. When I’m alone in this bed tonight, with my fist wrapped around my cock, I want your scent wrapped around me.”
She says nothing as she stares me down, arches a brow, and presses the power button. Sliding it beneath the sheets, she finally speaks.
“Don’t be late for w-work. See you…at lunch,” she stutters getting the words out and I know the vibrating handle of my toothbrush has just made contact with her swollen clit.
“Ah, fuck, Shannon. This is best kind of torture, baby.”
I want to kiss her forehead, but I know if I get any closer, I’m not actually leaving. So, instead, I pull the door shut behind me, grab my coffee and my keys, and head out to my truck to start my day.
The morning passes in a blur of smiles and singing in the truck and before I know it, it’s lunchtime. Although I scheduled my lunch break to correspond with deliveries in Shannon’s neighborhood, it’s not a good look to leave my truck in her driveway longer than a minute or two. Thankfully, her house is right next to the cul-de-sac at the end of the street.
It’ll have to do.
