Nodding, I twine a lock of hair around my index finger, the silkiness sliding along my flesh. “I’ve never practiced tantric sex, but I had the same vibe.”
Minnie’s fingernails notch between my ribs, and she scratches lightly. I never knew that was an erogenous zone, but I feel a stirring between my legs with every touch.
“Can I ask you something else?” she asks.
“Anything, but if it’s more about sex, my cock is definitely going to notice.”
She giggles, and the sound is sweet and addictive. “I’ll change the subject in deference to your eavesdropping dick.” I await her question, and once again, she surprises me. “If you could be any kind of bird, what would you be?”
A laugh bursts from my lips, and I kiss her forehead. “I absolutely love your conversation starters.” I pull her a little closer as my mind rolls over. Hell, all I can think of is Tweety, and I’m not fucking saying that. Then I picture a large black bird, soaring through the air with all the freedom in the world. “Maybe a falcon?”
I feel her nod against my chest. “I could see that. They represent power and determination. You’ll need that to run your hardware empire.”
I chuckle. Just one more misconception I’ll have to explain tomorrow.
“And what kind of bird would you be?”
“Hmmm.” She nuzzles her cheek against my nipple, and my dick decides to wake up and fully salute her. “I would be a white owl. They symbolize courage and change, and you need the first to accomplish the second. I think it’s my spirit animal.”
That hangs in the air over the bed, a deep conversation blooming from a simple little question.
My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and I can see her eyes glimmering up at me. “I think I could talk to you for hours and never get tired,” I admit.
Minnie’s palm slides from my ribs down to my cock, which is now hot and fully erect in her small hand.
“Is talking the only thing you want to do for hours?” she asks in a catlike purr, and I let out a low groan before grasping her hips and hauling her to sit astride me.
“I can think of several activities I could spend hours on with you.” I smack her ass lightly. “Now grab one of those condoms, and then I want you to ride my cock like you own it.”
Because baby, you do. In fact…
I think you own every part of me.
CHAPTER SIX
The wrong phone
Mindy
Kisseson my shoulder awaken me, and I smile into the darkness.
“Again?” I ask, my voice raspy from all the moaning and screaming I’ve done tonight. After the first time with Joe on top and the second with me riding him, we took a shower, where he lifted me easily and fucked me against the wall of the small space.
Then we slept for a while, and I woke up an hour later to the sound of Joe groaning. Because I was giving him a hand job in my sleep. Apparently I was dreaming of snow skiing, and his dick was my pole. He didn’t seem to mind and proceeded to roll me onto my back, fold me in half like a sex taco, and rip more mind-blowing orgasms from me.
A hand roams over my hip and around to my sex. “Are you sore?” he asks, his throat sounding as rough as mine.
“Yes,” I admit, “but I’ll survive.”
I feel the curve of his lips against the back of my shoulder. “The best way to relieve soreness is with a massage, and I have just the tool.” He pokes me in the ass with his cock, which is miraculously hard again. I need to remember to ask him what kind of vitamins he takes.
Tilting my head around, I tease, “Are you a licensed massage therapist? Because I don’t deal with amateurs.”
Joe rolls me onto my stomach and straddles my thighs while he reaches for the almost empty box on the nightstand.
“I prefer on-the-job training,” he retorts, smacking his dick twice against my butt cheek. “Now get this pretty ass in the air before I decide to fuck it too.”
“Uh, negative, Ghostrider. We don’t have any lube, andthatisn’t going backthere,” I announce, wiggling my butt against his erection, “without copious amounts of lubrication.”
