Speak Low (Speak Easy 2)

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I used to touch myself all over, imagining my hands were yours,” I whispered.

I thought his eyes would pop from their sockets. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Maybe you’ll show me sometime.”

“I’ll show you right now.”

Joey staggered backward as if he’d been shot. “Oh my God, Tiny. You’re killing me.” Keeping me hoisted around his waist, he dropped to his knees on the cement floor, and then onto his bottom. My knees came to rest beside his hips and he leaned back on his elbows. “Show me,” he said.

I bit my lip. Was he serious? Down on the floor, the shadows were thick, and I could barely make out his expression.

But then I felt him stir inside me. “Show me,” he said again.

Oh, what the hell.

Slowly I unbuttoned my blouse while he watched. When it was undone completely, I did the same with the tiny row of buttons down the front of my chemise. With each new inch of my skin exposed, he grew harder. I let the blouse slip from my shoulders, but kept the chemise on, open at the chest. My thighs were pale above the tops of my black stockings. When I looked down, I saw the place where our bodies were joined, and a rush of arousal swept over me. My skin tingled. Involuntarily, I clenched around him.

He grew harder.

I brought my hands to my breasts, kneading them as I began to rock my hips a little. “First I’d do this,” I whispered, keeping my eyes on his. “And I’d pretend it was your hands on me.”

Joey’s mouth fell open and he made no effort to close it.

My breasts were small but responsive, and as I played with my nipples they tightened and peaked. I brushed my fingers over the taut pink skin, pinching and pulling them. His cock continued to swell, and I closed my eyes as I circled my hips.

“Oh my God,” Joey moaned.

“And then,” I said, sliding one hand down my body, “I’d do this.” When my fingers reached the warm, slick spot just above where our bodies were connected, I rubbed myself slowly.

By now Joey was fully hard and I could feel him moving his hips, trying to push up inside me. “Christ, you are so beautiful,” he said. “I’m dying to touch you but I don’t want you to stop.”

I laughed, luxuriating in not only the compliment, but the intimacy of the moment and the erotic pleasure of the act. “Remember the night you slept on the couch at my house?” I asked. “I could barely sleep that night, knowing you were downstairs.” Taking my other hand from my chest, I le

aned back slightly, placing it on his leg behind me. The new angle increased the pressure to that place inside me that made me gasp and arch.

Joey groaned as if in agony. “Me either. God, I wanted you so badly that night.”

“And then the next morning, you stayed to cook breakfast and I went upstairs to take a bath.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, and this is what I did while I thought about you. Your hands on me, your mouth on me, your cock inside me.”

“Oh my God.” Joey sat up fast and took a nipple between his teeth. Crying out at his bite and the uncontrollable urge raging through my body, I held on to his thick, muscular shoulders and rocked against him. Nothing had ever felt so good in my entire life, and as the frenzy inside me hit the tipping point, I flung myself forward, knocking Joey onto his back and pinning my hands on his chest. Bucking wildly on top of him, I thrilled at the sound of his rasps and strangled grunts and the sight of his gorgeous jaw dropping open as another climax hit him. He gripped my hips hard as we came together, our bodies pulsing in perfect sync.

When I could move again, I brushed the hair from his forehead. “You know, that was actually even better than it was in my fantasy.”

“Mine too,” he whispered, eyes closed.

“Now you’ll have to show me how you touched yourself when you thought about me. It’s only fair.”

He opened one eye and looked at me. “You’re killing me.”

“Not right now, silly. Maybe next time.”