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He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
I began to scramble out of bed, intent on getting home.
He grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “Where are you going?”
“I uh… have errands to run. Thanks for the er, rescue and all. But I gotta go.”
“What? It’s barely six a.m. You must still be tired. Let’s sleep some more.”
“No, seriously, I have to go.”
He pulled me in by my wrist, so I was lying on top of him facing each other. “Come on what’s the hurry?” He put his hand inside my sweatshirt, rubbing circles into my stomach. “Stay a while.”
I sucked in my stomach in reaction, my pulse already racing. He smiled, smugly, no doubt feeling it from where he was holding onto my wrist. I snorted in derision.
“No,” I said, even though I made no move to move out of his grip.
He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on my neck. I couldn’t help gasping in reaction. His warm breath ghosted against my ear, and he bit down gently. I shivered, my entire body temperature rising a few degrees, my skin tingling in reaction. “Fuck,” I whispered, my eyes closing of their own volition.
He licked my neck and then up my ear lobe before thrusting his tongue in my ear. My moan was embarrassingly loud as I leaned further into him, my pussy beginning to drip, my legs moving to straddle him without my permission.
He took my sweatshirt and the vest I was wearing underneath in his hands and pulled them both up and over my head in one smooth motion. My breasts bounced a little from having been set free so abruptly. They brushed his naked chest and we both made a pained sound. My nipples peaked, as they flattened against his broad hard torso. The hairs on it had the same platinum blonde as his head but smoother and downier, so soft to touch.
So, it’s not dyed.
He also had a myriad of scars, everywhere. I ran my fingers along his treasure trail, feeling a raised scar that must have been a knife wound as well as spotting at least two healed bullet wounds; one along his left shoulder and the other on his lower left side just where his kidney would be.
It was concerning.
I didn’t ask about it since I was supposed to be an exotic dancer, not a nurse who might know about these things. I leaned down and kissed the scar on his shoulder. “What happened here?” I whispered, as I turned and kissed him below the jaw.
“Nothing for you to worry about,” he murmured, his hand snaking under the waist of my sweatpants to rub against the entrance to my vagina. He groaned, lifting me up effortlessly so he could push my pants off. I helped him as much as I could, feeling the urgency build up in me.
Urgency for his touch, for him to fill me up again.
He pushed away the comforter, and I realized he was already completely naked.
I straddled him again, looking down at his scar infested, tattooed torso and wondering where to start. I traced the tattoo of a rose that was shaped around his left nipple. Bending over him, I swallowed his nipple and suckled gently, reveling in his resultant groans and how his hips jerked upwards as if he could not quite help himself. I circled the other nipple with my finger, feeling gratified as it hardened under my ministrations. It seemed his body was just as susceptible as mine to whatever this was between us.
He put his big hands around my waist, lifted me, flipped us over and had me under him in one smooth movement.
“Show off,” I murmured, though I was breathless and impressed by it and him.
He laughed, leaning down to cover my lips with his. I was expecting him to plunder my mouth, but he just kept his lips lightly atop mine, barely touching. It drove me crazy, made my lips tingle and my breath come fast. His hands drew patterns in my flesh, trailing up from the side of my breast down to my hip and back up again. His body was a welcome weight above mine and I could feel his hardness against my thigh.
I whimpered with need, too far gone for shame, and grabbed his head, pushing his face down into mine and mashing our lips together. I flicked my tongue out, running it along his lips, begging for entry, wanting us to fuse together into a single entity. Maybe that way, I’d finally be free of this hunger.
He parted his lips, clamping them over my tongue and sucking it into his mouth. I moaned happily, arching up into him as he cupped my breasts and squeezed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him with all the strength I had, closer, I needed him closer. His fingers trailed up my thighs and I jerked my hips, feeling his hard cock brushing against the soft, wet surface of my entrance.
I wanted him inside of me, but he made no effort to make that happen. I shook with frustration, my arms unraveling from around his neck to snake between us. If he wouldn’t fuck me, I was going to fuck myself.
He caught my hand in his, “Patience, little dove,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Going up on his knees, he bent his head and laved at my left nipple with his tongue. His dick hung down between his legs, long and hard, a tempting treat just out of reach. I whimpered and squirmed, so turned on I couldn’tthink. I just wanted him so badly.
“Please,” I begged in a strained voice, canting my hips upwards in case he didn’t get the message.
“Shh, soon,” he whispered back, kissing his way down the middle of my torso from my throat, between my breasts down to my belly button. He thrust his tongue into it, wiggling it about and making me squirm and giggle.
