Hold On

Cher




Thursday, Early Morning

Merry’s bathroom door was closed.

I was at the sink, hands to the basin, eyes to the mirror.

Merry was at the sink too, hands to my hips, eyes to mine in the mirror.

And I was taking his cock.

Watching him, his muscles straining, his gaze burning into mine, his fingers digging into my flesh, his body moving with his thrusts in time with feeling his cock drive hard and deep, in order to stifle a whimper, I dropped my head.

One of his hands slid up my spine, caught my hair, and pulled my head back.

He wanted me to watch.

And when he was banging me, Merry always found a way to get what he wanted.

Fuck.

Hot.

“Don’t turn me on too much, baby,” I warned on a whisper.

In answer to that, he dipped his knees and drove up so deep, he had to have hit my womb.

Amazing.

“That isn’t helping,” I moaned.

And to that, he gave a gentle tug on my hair that felt like he was driving me down on his dick.

My head back, my neck bowed, Merry kept thrusting as he grunted, “Arch your back for me.”

I did and watched his eyes drop to my tits.

“More,” he growled.

I gave him more.

At that, he growled again, eyes glued to me in the mirror, and he fucked me harder.

Shit, I could see that being a turn on for a guy because it was a turn on for me.

I braced my hands on the basin and started rearing back into his dick.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, moving his hand from my hair to my shoulder and driving me back even harder.

“Merry,” I breathed.

He curled his torso over me, his cock still pounding, his other hand moving from my hip up my belly. He caught one of my breasts and watched himself tug hard at my nipple.

But I watched the raw hunger on Merry’s face as he did it and I felt what he did, and it shot from my nipple to my *, detonating. My head flew back and I clenched my teeth, driving my moan back down my throat where it felt like it was vibrating along with my orgasm against my man’s plunging cock.

I wasn’t done yet when he pulled out, turned me, lifted me, planted my ass on the edge of the vanity, then tipped and lifted it. His mouth to mine, he thrust back inside.

“Close,” he grunted.

I knew what he was saying.

I raised my knees, pressed them to his sides, and took his cock as I slid my hands into his hair and panted into his mouth while he grunted quietly into mine.

“Now,” he groaned, planting himself deep, and I yanked his head down, his open mouth to mine.

I slid my tongue inside so I could fully experience the orgasm he was growling down my throat.

I kissed him through it and I kissed him as he came down.

He took over the kiss when it left him.

Mine had been hot.

Merry’s was sweet and soft and long.

Both were fantastic.

But it had to end, so he ended it, lifting his head as he slid a hand up to cup one side of my face.

His eyes roamed my features for a long time.

“Fuck, it’s like you’re at your prettiest first thing in the morning,” he muttered.

God, I liked that.

“You’re just saying that because I let you wake me up at a God-awful hour and fuck me,” I teased.

He looked into my eyes. “Beat me to the punch, Cherie. That was my next compliment. You’re the best fuck I’ve had first thing in the morning…or ever. But I’m not bullshitting you when I say a good part of that is first thing in the mornin’ fuckin’ someone as pretty as you.”

To beat back the warm and squishy all that made me feel, I pressed myself tighter to him, my hands roaming his hair, his neck, his shoulders, murmuring, “And I thought it was my excellent lovemaking skills.”

He grinned. “I make love to you, honey. My girl fucks. And she does it…day or night…lookin’ pretty.”

I straightened in his arms. “I can make love too. You just won’t let me.”

I wasn’t sure this was true. I’d never tried it.