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“Mercy …” I sighed.
Spreading my thighs further apart, I thrust Panther into my pussy. My scent filled the room as the tip caressed my G-spot. My body quivered, begging me to allow it to release. Not yet, Bris, I told myself. The shaft was slick with my essence, but I wanted to wait and see how many orgasms I could coax out of my pussy before I let Panther, and his cousin Black Stallion, go. I took Panther out and held the wet tip to my clit. The need to cum simmered. I cupped my breast and flicked my tongue over my nipple. Closing my eyes, I allowed my head to fall back against the cushions. I shifted to hang my leg over the arm of the sofa, widening my legs.
“Oh … God … Jason,” I panted to my lover, who was still at work. “I want to cum so bad.”
“So, do it.”
I froze. Opening one eye at a time, I turned in the direction of the voice. Jason stood in the doorway, balancing my favorite lilies in one hand, Chinese takeout and his briefcase in the other. See, this was why I loved him. He was always thoughtful. Not to mention gorgeous. I got caught up gazing at his blue eyes, his thick black hair, and porcelain skin that I almost forgot that I was butt naked on the sofa, legs spread with a vibrator pressed to my clit.
“Hey … you. You’re home early.”
Removing Panther, I let my leg drop to the floor. I blushed as he stepped closer to me to plant a kiss on my forehead. Silently, he doubled back to close the door. He moved around the boxes to set the food and flowers on the kitchen counter. I watched him. The fabric of his black suit molded around his muscular physique. I licked my lips as I again become aroused.
We had met on the Metro—The Blue Line—as he was going home from his job as a tax accountant and I was leaving my job as a curator at the Smithsonian. We’d been eyeing each other, trading pleasantries for a year before he finally asked me out. We’d been together ever since.
“Yeah, I thought I’d surprise you.”
“Surprise,” I mumbled.
I picked up a loose leopard print pillow from the couch and held it in front of me. When he returned, he took the pillow from me and threw it across the room. After removing his jacket, he sat in the armchair, positioning it so that he could see me. All of me. I gulped. I’d never done anything like this in front of him. Our sex life was, how could I say this, ka-bam! He was everything that I’d ever wanted in a partner, and more. He’d asked, but I’d been shy about telling him about my fantasies. What I needed more or less. Maybe I could finally let go of this last hurdle and let him in.
“You don’t have to stop.”
“I know, but …”
“Bris. I’m serious. Keep going.”
“Okay.”
I didn’t know how I expected him to react when he walked in on me masturbating, but this wasn’t it. He leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his kneecaps. My pussy clenched. She was ready to go again. Reaching between my legs, I stroked her. She was still stiff. Each caress sent a tremor down my spine. I squirmed, trying so hard not to cum. Yet.
“Babe, I can’t see.”
I opened my legs for him. He grinned. I expected to feel weird doing this, but I didn’t. I discovered that I liked him watching me. As I stroked my clit, I caressed my left breast. My nipple tingled when the palm of my hand brushed against it. I traced a circle around the dark orb with my fingernail. I looked at him. He was unbuttoning his shirt. As his muscular chest came into view, an inch at a time, my breath caught in my throat. Oh. Damn.
“Are you wet?”
Nodding, I plunged my fingers deep into my pussy. Boy, was I wet. My essence sloshed out of my opening, dripped down the path of my skin to soak the cushions beneath me. Moaning, I bit my lip as t
he muscles clenched around my index and middle fingers. I pinched my rigid nipple between my fingers. My eyes slid closed. Man. This felt so good. I almost forgot he was sitting there, watching me. I could probably cum right now and …
“Taste it.”
I opened my eyes. “Huh?”
His shirt was all the way off and draped over the arm of the chair. “I think you should taste yourself.”
I gasped. I’d never … Oh … Fuck it… I removed my fingers and put them into my mouth. I was sweet with a little bit of tang. I licked my fingers clean before spreading my legs wide and pushing them as far inside me as I could. My core was moist and warm. The right temperature to cum. My thighs trembled as I traced the ridges deep in my core. My body relaxed as my pussy tensed up, ready to release the orgasm that had been building.
“Jason …”
“Yeah?”
“I …”
Before I could get the rest of the sentence out, my orgasm rushed out of me. I called his name as I came. I left my fingers in place until the tremors stopped, only because I couldn’t move. Sated, I closed my eyes. My stomach growled. There was a container of sweet and sour shrimp with my name on it. I also wanted to take a quick shower before I ate. At least, I thought that was the plan.
When I looked up, he had removed his pants and was walking toward me. Clad in only a pair of boxer briefs, he removed my fingers and sucked my essence off them. My clit began to throb again. With my fingers still in his mouth, he sat beside me. My fingers slipped out of his mouth as he bent toward me and kissed me passionately.
