Did he say “dick”?
“O-okay,” I say, flushing like a moron as I pull out my laptop and sit on the bed with it.
Is he still hard?
Did it go soft?
Does he still want to do it?
Hell I want to do it.
We both work quietly, and I peer from my computer to where he sits on the sofa by the window. He looked so fucking hot taking a cold shower I’m still stewing inside. He looks hot stroking those fingers over his guitar. Even when he showers, he can never really get rid of the kohl under his eyes, and Lord, he looks hot with that too. I can’t believe how hard he’d been in that shower. Can that possibly be remedied by just cold water? He didn’t pressure me when he’d given me his word, and by god, that’s superhot too.
Listen to me. This, right here, is all the sex I didn’t have for six years demanding to be experienced. Fuck that. I have work to do.
Back to my computer: I have an e-mail from Melanie.
Why aren’t you answering your texts?
At least tell me you’re alive.
Brooke is worried too.
I’m good I shoot back. Then I peer up at him again, biting down on my smile. Really, really good.
I smile. Yes, it’s good. But do I really think things will be any different from last time? That he’ll stop doing whatever he wants for me? Or I could ever leave Magnolia alone with my mom for him?
I can’t. We’ve hurt each other too much. Our past runs too deep. We can’t suddenly just be . . . happy.
Yes, but you can have sex, you silly nymphomaniac.
I set my computer on the bed. I can work when I get back home, to my life, but he won’t be here forever.
Quietly, I walk up to him. “What are you writing? Do you need more inspiration? I seem to be good at that.”
He smiles and jots down a couple of more things on his iPhone, then sets it aside.
I point at his lap, covered still in a white towel. “I’m going to sit here. You look like an amazing, sexy chair.”
“And I’m all yours,” he says with a curious glint in his eyes. He sets his guitar aside.
Once I’m settled, I slide my arms around his neck. “So, any crimes planned for the night?” I taunt.
“Aside from ravaging you, flogging you, and making you wake the motel with your yells of pleasure? No, none at all.”
I don’t understand why he whisked me away, but he saved me an airplane flight. He makes me have fun. Now I want to seduce the sexy fuck, but I’m unsure how to start. I can almost hear Melanie groaning as she’d say something like, “He’s a guy. How complicated can it be? Just stroke him and watch him turn to putty . . .”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I whisper, leaning over and licking his earlobe.
“Shit. Fuck. Really?” He grabs me and pulls me back to look at me, searching my face.
“Love taking a shower with you,” I whisper, feeling vulnerable to admit it.
He surveys me and his voice thickens. “You’re serious, babe?”
I’m so aroused just smelling the soap on his skin, I groan and lean over, licking his ear again. “I didn’t realize a man could get so hard just by taking a shower with a girl. Did you like soaping me? Was it on purpose, inviting me to the shower? To make me hot?”
His eyes are starting to smolder.
“It turned me on, Kenna,” I moan, rubbing my chest against him. I’ve never felt so needy, so desperate.
His cock is quickly getting into the game, pulsing thick under my bottom. “Do you want to bring one of those tits over to my mouth so I can give it a good long suck?” His eyes are dirty silver and his words are just as dirty. Just as hot.
“Yes, please,” I whisper, pulling off my sleep shirt and lifting one of my breasts to his mouth.
“How about a bite?” He nips my nipple before I can say anything, his teeth sinking lightly around my areola. I arch and rock against his cock.
“Oh, god,” I breathe when his cock makes delicious friction between my legs.
My pulse skitters deliciously fast and I bite his earlobe, whimpering, “Yes.”
“Hmm. You’re so fucking hot for it. How about we do start thinking of whips and floggers for you, hmm?”
“You’re into that?”
“Right now, I’m into how fucking hot you are.”
Mindlessly, I run my lips over his throat as I moan out, “And I’m into you. And this. And how hard you are under my bum.”
His erection is thick and long against my pussy and buttocks. I take my breast and feed it into his mouth again. Dizzy with pleasure, I watch his tongue lave the tip of my nipple. I watch him nibble, then suck me. Watching him do the same to both my breasts arouses me to the point where I’m drenched.
“Put a rubber on my dick and put it in you.” When I pull out a condom from the back pocket of his discarded jeans, he catches my face with one hand, holding me in place so I never once stop looking at him as I unravel his towel, slide the condom over his beautiful, straining erection, and then hold his dick up high as I lower myself on him.
“Oh, god,” I moan, letting go of the base of his cock so my pussy can slowly slide all the way down.
He groans, “Pandora. Gorgeous. Pink . . . open your legs wider so you can take more of me.”
I do.
Another groan, this one from both of us.
“Ahh, Jesus, rock me slowly. Rock my fucking world, Pink.”
He sounds so lost in me I end up kissing him, slow and deep as I slowly, deliberately slowly, drag out our pleasures as I ride him on the sofa. He drags his mouth down my neck, nips at my breasts, my chin, rubbing his hands just as slow over my curves.
“O-okay,” I say, flushing like a moron as I pull out my laptop and sit on the bed with it.
Is he still hard?
Did it go soft?
Does he still want to do it?
Hell I want to do it.
We both work quietly, and I peer from my computer to where he sits on the sofa by the window. He looked so fucking hot taking a cold shower I’m still stewing inside. He looks hot stroking those fingers over his guitar. Even when he showers, he can never really get rid of the kohl under his eyes, and Lord, he looks hot with that too. I can’t believe how hard he’d been in that shower. Can that possibly be remedied by just cold water? He didn’t pressure me when he’d given me his word, and by god, that’s superhot too.
Listen to me. This, right here, is all the sex I didn’t have for six years demanding to be experienced. Fuck that. I have work to do.
Back to my computer: I have an e-mail from Melanie.
Why aren’t you answering your texts?
At least tell me you’re alive.
Brooke is worried too.
I’m good I shoot back. Then I peer up at him again, biting down on my smile. Really, really good.
I smile. Yes, it’s good. But do I really think things will be any different from last time? That he’ll stop doing whatever he wants for me? Or I could ever leave Magnolia alone with my mom for him?
I can’t. We’ve hurt each other too much. Our past runs too deep. We can’t suddenly just be . . . happy.
Yes, but you can have sex, you silly nymphomaniac.
I set my computer on the bed. I can work when I get back home, to my life, but he won’t be here forever.
Quietly, I walk up to him. “What are you writing? Do you need more inspiration? I seem to be good at that.”
He smiles and jots down a couple of more things on his iPhone, then sets it aside.
I point at his lap, covered still in a white towel. “I’m going to sit here. You look like an amazing, sexy chair.”
“And I’m all yours,” he says with a curious glint in his eyes. He sets his guitar aside.
Once I’m settled, I slide my arms around his neck. “So, any crimes planned for the night?” I taunt.
“Aside from ravaging you, flogging you, and making you wake the motel with your yells of pleasure? No, none at all.”
I don’t understand why he whisked me away, but he saved me an airplane flight. He makes me have fun. Now I want to seduce the sexy fuck, but I’m unsure how to start. I can almost hear Melanie groaning as she’d say something like, “He’s a guy. How complicated can it be? Just stroke him and watch him turn to putty . . .”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I whisper, leaning over and licking his earlobe.
“Shit. Fuck. Really?” He grabs me and pulls me back to look at me, searching my face.
“Love taking a shower with you,” I whisper, feeling vulnerable to admit it.
He surveys me and his voice thickens. “You’re serious, babe?”
I’m so aroused just smelling the soap on his skin, I groan and lean over, licking his ear again. “I didn’t realize a man could get so hard just by taking a shower with a girl. Did you like soaping me? Was it on purpose, inviting me to the shower? To make me hot?”
His eyes are starting to smolder.
“It turned me on, Kenna,” I moan, rubbing my chest against him. I’ve never felt so needy, so desperate.
His cock is quickly getting into the game, pulsing thick under my bottom. “Do you want to bring one of those tits over to my mouth so I can give it a good long suck?” His eyes are dirty silver and his words are just as dirty. Just as hot.
“Yes, please,” I whisper, pulling off my sleep shirt and lifting one of my breasts to his mouth.
“How about a bite?” He nips my nipple before I can say anything, his teeth sinking lightly around my areola. I arch and rock against his cock.
“Oh, god,” I breathe when his cock makes delicious friction between my legs.
My pulse skitters deliciously fast and I bite his earlobe, whimpering, “Yes.”
“Hmm. You’re so fucking hot for it. How about we do start thinking of whips and floggers for you, hmm?”
“You’re into that?”
“Right now, I’m into how fucking hot you are.”
Mindlessly, I run my lips over his throat as I moan out, “And I’m into you. And this. And how hard you are under my bum.”
His erection is thick and long against my pussy and buttocks. I take my breast and feed it into his mouth again. Dizzy with pleasure, I watch his tongue lave the tip of my nipple. I watch him nibble, then suck me. Watching him do the same to both my breasts arouses me to the point where I’m drenched.
“Put a rubber on my dick and put it in you.” When I pull out a condom from the back pocket of his discarded jeans, he catches my face with one hand, holding me in place so I never once stop looking at him as I unravel his towel, slide the condom over his beautiful, straining erection, and then hold his dick up high as I lower myself on him.
“Oh, god,” I moan, letting go of the base of his cock so my pussy can slowly slide all the way down.
He groans, “Pandora. Gorgeous. Pink . . . open your legs wider so you can take more of me.”
I do.
Another groan, this one from both of us.
“Ahh, Jesus, rock me slowly. Rock my fucking world, Pink.”
He sounds so lost in me I end up kissing him, slow and deep as I slowly, deliberately slowly, drag out our pleasures as I ride him on the sofa. He drags his mouth down my neck, nips at my breasts, my chin, rubbing his hands just as slow over my curves.
