Her pajama shorts and matching button up top are thin; I can see her nipples, and I force myself to look at the Oreos instead.
“Help yourself.” At first, I think she means to her, but obviously, she means the cookies.
I grab one, but I don’t eat it. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
A seductive smile, or maybe it’s a regular smile, as everything about her turns me on, tugs at her lips. “Oh yeah?” I nod as she gives a melodramatic sigh. “Too bad we have to be so quiet.”
“I can be quiet,” I say. “Too bad you can’t be.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“I’m a champion at the quiet game.”
“Oh really?”
I lean in to kiss her, and it’s soft, my tongue tracing her bottom lip as she puts a hand on my chest.
“Wait,” she says, and I pull back as I look into her eyes to find they’re searching my face. “Are you sure you want to risk it?"
I kiss her again, less gently this time. “Constance, I would love to fuck you right here on this couch where no one would know but us.” I kneel in front of her, and with all the bravado of a cartoon prince, I say, “Would you do me the honor, of letting me please you in this dark bus?”
“Quietly,” she shushes me.
“I’ll be very quiet, ma’am. Just do me a favor.”
“What’s that?”
“Do your best not to moan my name. You might wake up the sleeping beauties over there.”
I grab the blanket folded on the couch and put it over us. “In case they come out here, I don’t want you to be exposed.”
I lay down behind her, and she rolls onto me so that she’s mostly on her back. I have one arm supporting her head, and the other I wrap around her, pulling her in close as I smell her strawberry shampoo. God, I love that smell. “Never change your shampoo,” I whisper.
“Did you just lose the quiet game?”
“Did we start?”
“If we did, you just lost.”
“We’ll start right now,” I say. I emphasize the last word with a squeeze of her nipple as she gives a small gasp of surprise, and I bite her neck. Careful not to leave a mark, I focus my attention to my free hand. I squeeze the whole breast in my hand as I let each one have its own time of focus.
She laces her fingers through mine, the hand connected to the arm holding up her head. Her body is so firm and soft in all the right places.
The waistband of her little shorts stretches with ease. She reaches her hand back and grabs my package through my sweats as she pulls at the fabric, telling me my clothes are an inconvenience. With my one hand, I lower my sweats and boxer briefs. My dick is already painfully hard, and Connie’s free hand drifts up my inner thigh as she grabs hold of me. Her hands are so soft, the rotation of her wrist as she strokes me up and down heaven. Her fingers circle the tip, and my cock twitches out of need. I stifle a groan, and I see her smile wickedly. Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me. Of all my dreams of her, all the times I have pleased myself and thought of her, nothing compares. I never want this to stop, but I won’t last much longer.
“Fuck, Connie.”
“You lose.”
“I’m not going to last, Stardust.”
“Oh?” she said sinisterly, her wicked smile indulging me even further. “You better.”
“Don’t make me beg, Connie.”
“Say please.”
Damn this woman. She’s got me by the balls, literally. She taunts me, going around the tip of my dick.
