But she was seriously good at it. Lots of suction, lips tight, excellent use of tongue.
But no woman could do that forever, unfortunately. So when he started to rock up, meeting her movements, his fingers going from gentle to twist in her hair, and the noises she was forcing out of him came faster and got lower, she drew him out.
She wrapped her hand tight around him and came up to her knees between his legs, bracing herself in a hand beside him on the bed, her face close to his, his hand still in her hair as she started jacking.
“Good?” she whispered.
Good?
Not quite.
Great?
Absolutely.
“Yeah,” he grunted, staring in her eyes.
She stared back, then her gaze started wandering his face, and in a voice that sounded like half a whimper, half a moan, she said, “God, you’re so damned handsome.”
He took his hand from her hair, wrapped it around hers pumping his cock, lifted his other one to curl it around the back of her neck to hold her right there, and he tightened their grip on his dick, quickening their movements.
“Oh my God,” she breathed.
“Yeah,” he agreed, beginning to thrust up into their hands.
She tipped her chin down to look at him and when she again gave him her gaze, he felt as well as saw through the dark around them it had gone from hot to fiery.
“Okay, baby, I kinda like this,” she admitted huskily.
“I do too,” he growled the obvious.
He just caught her turned-on smile before he yanked her to him with his hand at her neck, starting to kiss her hard, but he lost it, groaning into her mouth as he shot, his hot cum landing on his stomach.
She was kissing him when he began to power down their strokes but he kept their hands moving on him as he took over the kiss.
Finally, he released his hold on her hand on his dick but only to reach out, still kissing her, to cup her pubis and draw her gently closer to him.
She broke the kiss, took her hand from his cock, put it to his chest and whispered, “Hix.”
“Straddle me.”
“You don’t—”
He released her but only to dive into her panties at the front, going deep, encountering what he felt on the outside, that she was drenched, and filling her with his middle finger.
Her back arched, a gust of breath hit his lips, and she scrambled up as he dropped his legs to give her access to come astride him.
He cocked them again and watched her face from close as he finger fucked her, felt her warm breath get heavier against his mouth, her hips begin to sync with his movements. He slid another finger in to join his other and kept at her.
“Yeah?” he asked.
“Oh yeah,” she whimpered.
“Clit?” he asked.
She didn’t answer that time. Just nodded and did it fast.
He grinned and slid his fingers out to move to her clit.
Once he put on pressure and started circling, she emitted a sexy, quiet cry and lifted her hand from his chest to clamp it around the side of his neck.
“Yeah?” he asked, even though he knew.
She ground into him.
Yeah, he knew.
“You got a toy, baby?” he queried. “Somethin’ I can slip inside you while I work your clit?”
“I . . . the night—” She cut herself off as she mewed, bucked, pressed her neck against his hold there, and damn, this was almost hotter than her sucking him and jacking him. “Yeah, in the—”
Again she didn’t finish because all of a sudden her head dropped. She dug her forehead in his neck where it met his shoulder, moaned, and her body trembled over him, her hips grinding her clit into his fingers as she came.
He took her through it and cupped her when it was leaving her.
He also twisted his neck to tell her what he wanted.
She lifted her head, met his mouth, letting him have hers for a deep kiss.
When he was through with her, he used his hand at her neck to press her forehead back into his shoulder and they both stayed right where they were as he listened to her breath even out.
“You’re gonna be busy, I’ll go buy condoms,” she declared.
He felt his body get tight.
“Greta.”
She pushed against his hold still at her neck so she could catch his eyes through the dark. “I know, Hix. I know. Message received. And that was hot. Like, serious hot. But, you know, just in case we get bored of the idea of handjobs.”
“You’re not my booty call,” he said low.
“Again, message clear.”
“Not sure I can make it that, naked with my cum dryin’ on my gut, my hand still in your panties, which is all you’re wearin’ except that sweet bra.”
He saw her eyes sparkle through the shadows. “Right. I can see your dilemma.”
“This is serious to me, Greta.”
The sparkle died and she slid her hand down to his chest and pressed in but not to pull away.
“What happened before that made you feel like a dick, that’s over, Hix. You’re not gonna have to pay for it as long as whatever is happening with us is happening. Stop kicking your own ass. The only person who has the right to do that is me and I’m over it. Let yourself be over it too.”
“Babe—” he started, withdrawing his hand from her panties and gliding it around her hip to the small of her back.
“You had a bad day and I like you.” She pressed into his chest again. “I like you, Hix. I like talking to you and listening to you, and what I like most of all, tonight, even after what just transpired, which was awesome, I liked that you came to me after a bad day. I’m not reading anything into it and I’m not feeling used. I led you up here because I wanted to give you what I just gave you and it was a conscious decision. I’m delighted beyond measure you returned the gesture, although it was unnecessary. Just let it be what it was and relax.”
Jesus.
There was no other way to put it.
She was just freaking great.
“All right, sweetheart,” he muttered, trying not to smile.
“Now, just to say, your Bronco has been at my—”
“Babe, I’m spending the night.”
She fell silent.
“Unless you don’t—” he started.
“I do,” she whispered.
“Then get off me, Greta. I gotta wash up. Then I’m beat and I need some sleep.”
He caught her grin before he caught the brush of her lips against his and she pushed away.
He rolled off her bed and watched her as she sat on the side of her hip, hand in the bed, eyes on him as he went to the bathroom.
He turned the light on this time and understood why the bathroom was one of the reasons she bought the house.
Tongue and groove all the way up the walls painted white. Big, claw-footed tub. Wide-plank wood floors. Broad, spindle-leg sink. Built-in, window-front cabinets. Toilet open to the room but the shower discretely tucked away so the bathroom had one but it wouldn’t mess with the old-fashioned look of the room.