‘I won't put it in, I promise.' His buttocks clenched and hollowed as he shafted my vulva. 'I'll just rub up and down like this. Oh, God.' He gritted his teeth. 'Can you feel that, bare skin to bare skin? That is so good. I can feel everything. Lord, I wish I could slide inside you like this, with nothing between us. I've never done it, but with you - Can you feel it? Do you like it?'
I could only gasp and nod. His fingers slipped between us, parting my folds so that his long hot column slid directly over my clitoris. I clutched his buttocks to hold him snug. He laughed deep in his throat. 'You do like that. I want you to come for me. Can you, Katie?'
'Soon,’ I promised, hitching against him faster, harder. He bent to kiss me, swallowing my cries of excitement. His tongue flickered and probed. Sweat rolled down his neck. My tension wound higher. My thighs tightened on his narrow hips, mashing our curls together, ink and honey, until they rasped like static on silk. I half expected sparks to fly. 'Oh,’1 cried, gulping for air. 'Soon, soon. Don't stop.'
His strokes lengthened. The broad flare of his cock-head brushed my gate. It dipped inside for an instant, making me clench instinctively to draw him in.
'No,’ he gritted, sliding by more forcefully. 'I won't push it in. Just - Yes, do that again. Suck at me with your cunt. That feels so - You're so wet. The sound it makes - Oh, God, I'd kill to fuck you right now.'
He rubbed me faster, so fast the friction made its own heat. His glans flicked clit and sheath with every furious pass. He had my hips in a death grip. His teeth were bared in a silent snarl. The veins on his neck stood out. Lord, the sight of him made me hot. The train was coming. I could hear it chuffing, feel its rumbling vibration - down my spine, through my womb. My neck arched off the bed. I wailed at the unbearable tension. My nails bit his heaving buttocks, and then my climax broke in a long, shuddering wave that rattled me to the bone.
'Ah,’ I sighed, collapsing back against his prim navy coverlet. 'That was good.'
Joe kissed my forehead with more energy than I expected. His jaw was shaking. That's when I realised he'd held back his own climax.
'Don't move,’ he ordered, ignoring my whimper as he pulled away, taking all the heat in the room with him.
He backed off the bed, then stood at the foot staring at me with hungry gold eyes. I stretched, arms over head, showing off my sex-flushed curves, letting my thighs fall open. His cock strained upward from its thatch of black, shiny with my juices, dark with his blood. I ran my palms over and around my breasts, lifting them to his slitted gaze. He growled a warning. 'I've got to get inside you. I'm running upstairs but I'll be right back. You keep everything warm for me.'
'I will,’ I promised, and slid my hand between my legs.
The sight of me masturbating snagged him a foot from the door. His eyes widened, then grew stern. 'Thirty seconds,’ he said, and slipped out the door before I could distract him again.
As soon as he left, I leapt out of bed. I knew just what I wanted to do for him, but I didn't have much time. I rummaged through three drawers before I found his navy crew neck. The sleeves were too long, but other than that it fit. The wool scratched my breasts as I squirmed back into my narrow navy skirt. Neither pleated nor plaid, it was nonetheless a reasonably good match for his schoolgirl fantasy.
I had just enough time to smooth my hair and turn his sturdy ladderback chair towards the door. Joe skidded in from the hall. He scowled at his empty bed, then did a double take to find me dressed. He still wore his socks. God knows why, but he looked sexy as hell with his clean white athletic socks, his long hairy legs, and a hard-on fit to make a tart blanch.
'What are you doing?' he asked.
Fighting an urge to giggle, I wound a curl around my finger and smiled from under my lashes.
'Oh,’ he said, recognising the image. A surge of excitement crimsoned his skin from flat, ridged stomach to sweat-beaded forehead. 'Oh, boy.'
I nudged the chair an inch forward. Joe shook himself and stepped closer. He sat slowly, his eyes wide, his breathing shallow, his cock bobbing high. He'd rolled a condom on already; he really didn't want to waste time. He smoothed his hands down his thighs. I glanced towards the door.
It was closed. The mirror on its back caught my eye. Though small, it still held possibilities. Humming one of Joe's melodies, I lifted it off its hook and set it at a tilt on the floor. I stepped backwards until my legs bumped his knees. Yes, we'd be able to see what we were doing -from the waist down, anyway.
A sharp inhalation told me Joe saw our reflection, too.
Without a word to break the spell, he gathered the hem of my skirt and bared my sex. I shifted my legs wider and reached back for the arm of the chair. He cupped my buttocks in his palms, both steadying me and kneading the muscles with lascivious intent.
Smiling, I lowered myself over him, stopping only once to adjust the angle of his penis.
Wet as I was, he slipped in like a charm, thick, meaty, and fantastically hot.