Fast and Dirty, Just like you like it
Quickie 1: Red Delicious
Her tongue rolled over her deliciously full red lips in a smooth motion. The movement said it all. She liked the taste of him and wanted even the last drop. She ran a finger underneath her bottom lip then brought it to her mouth, sucking away the left-overs. That wonderfully wet-glossy mouth spread into a smile of the darkest delights.
“Did you like that?” she whispered as her hands moved up his inner thighs.
He could only nod at first, finding his breath lost in ecstasy. Their eyes met. His were glazed and sleepy; hers darkly mischievous. The man knew that she could see into his soul and knew everything he had to hide. He had wanted this, but not like this. Still, he couldn’t lie.
“Yeah, I liked it.” he murmured.
She maneuvered her body between his stretched legs, sliding her arms around his waist and putting her chin into his chest. He watched her head bob up and down with his breath even though he desperately wanted to look away. But she demanded his attention and he gave it fully.
“Anytime you want,” she said then licked those full lips, again, “all you have to do is ask.”
Her hand reached over the spilled contents of her purse. She grabbed a white card.
“All you have to do is call,” she told the man as she ran the card along his arm.
She placed the card inside of his exposed tank top beneath an opened silk shirt. With a fluid movement, the woman stood from the couch. His eyes followed her with an ache. He didn’t want to be alone. Not after all of the exquisite delight she had given. She wouldn’t stay and he knew it. He couldn’t let her stay even if she had been willing.
When she turned away, he closed his eyes. There was a stinging behind them that frightened him. He wouldn’t cry in front of her. He couldn’t.
“I’m not going to call you,” he told her, finally. His voice wavered in his own ears
She turned to him with that smile, “Okay.”
The woman sounded like she didn’t believe him. As she walked out of the door to the home, he had to admit to himself that he didn’t believe it either.
Quickie 2: Mistress
So hot. So sticky. So tired…
Victor rose from the bed, noting the slight twang in his back from movement. He sighed quietly as to not rouse the insatiable woman in the bed. Oh, he wanted her. Always wanted her. This time he needed the slightest break.
His Mistress kept him much longer than usual. Her other men must be chewing their nails right now. She’d never picked a favorite and now, with this strange turn of events, it seemed like Victor may be the first. His lips curled in a faint smile as he considered what the others must be thinking.
He turned to look at Mistress and his smile brightened more. She looked so delicious with her hair, still slightly curled, and clinging to her rosy cheek. Her beautiful full lips were parted as she slept. Even as she slept, he could see the contented smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth.
Victor moved the comforter covering his Mistress, exposing her bare back to him. His eyes followed the lines of her body, enjoying the way her body rose and fell gently in her sleep. It only made him want to touch her, but he knew what it meant to do so.
It didn’t matter. He had to feel that silk smooth skin with his fingers. Slowly he reached out for her. He didn’t touch her right away, instead opted to hover along her as though touching her aura. When he reached her side where her breast pillowed between body and bed, he couldn’t stop himself. With his forefinger, he traced the roundness there, fascinated with the very feel of it.
Mistress stirred then, groaning softly as she shifted slightly towards the touch. Moments later, her eyes opened sleepily. She stared at him for a few moments before she gave him a wicked smile. Despite how tired he was, Victor felt himself rising eagerly, knowing soon he would be inside his Mistress’ body again, feeding her hunger and sating his own.
“Ready for more, I take it?” she purred as she turned to her back. When she did, she shifted and opened her legs, putting herself on display. “Pleasure me. Now,” Mistress demanded.
He didn’t have to be told more than once. With shaking hands, he brushed one breast, tweaking the nipple for a second, before sliding down her stomach to reach home.