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.

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