"The end of the joke," he said, raising his eyebrows.
"I'm not joking. Take off your pants."
"Are you sure you're not drunk?" He laughed.
Seh sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine, if it's so hard to believe, I'll go first."
Then, incredibly, she reached behind her and started on her zipper. He listened to the gentle zip as it slid down and then the whoosh of flop of fabric as she pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor.
Then there she was. Shay Meyers in nothing but her bra and panties. Her hair nearly as mussed as the last time he'd laid her down and--
"What happened to this never happening again?" he asked, though he was amazed he could bring himself to speak with the whole of her gorgeous body at his disposal. He bra was one of those push-up things that cinched in the middle with tiny gems beading the hem to show off just how supple the swell of her chest was.
The clasp was in the middle, too.
All he had to do was walk toward her and flick his wrist and she'd be all his. He could watch her pretty pink nipples tighten as he took each of them in his mouth and sucked...
"Is now really the time for questions?" She asked, but she was half smiling. "Now, either take of
f your pants or I'm going to do it for you."
"I'd like to see you try that." He smiled, but the grin died away as soon as she glanced down at his crotch and her tongue flicked across her upper lip.
Jesus, she was really going to...
But he didn't have time to think about what she was going to do. She was already doing it, walking toward him with those long legs of hers. So close that the wave of her perfume hit him full force and he breathed in deep, remembering how it had tasted on her skin.
Like lavender and coconut. Soothing and sweet and--
She sank to her knees in front of him and then, slowly, unbuckled his belt and whipped it off.
"Give me that," he said.
"Why?"
He held out his hand and he tossed it on the bed behind him as she took his zipper between her teeth and undid it while she gripped his jeans and boxers in one and pulled them down until his length jutted out in front of her. Again, she licked her lips as she studied him, this time greedier than the last.
"You're so big," she whispered, and he was about to reply when she took him in her hand with a firm grip and then circled his head with the tip of her tongue.
As she went, she glanced up at him, her green eyes dilated to the point of nearly being black. A faint smile tilted her mouth, teasing and coy. Like she knew what he wanted. Like she knew exactly how this tormented him.
He threaded his fingers through her hair and she hummed her contentment, though she didn't take him into her mouth. Not yet.
Instead, she licked his shaft, lapping him like an ice cream cone that was just about to drip onto the sidewalk. Up and down she went, slowly at first, then faster until her tits bounced along with the movement and he gripped her hair harder if only to maintain his composure.
"Damn," He groaned, and that teasing smile lit her face again before she took one ball into her mouth and sucked gently, swirling her tongue around him over and over again.
"Fucking shit," He ground out, and he was nearly to the point of demanding her mouth when she finally gave it to him. Not slowly and gently like everything else, but this time full and warm and wet. She took him in until she couldn't take any more, but he was too large for her and she worked the rest of him with her hand as she bobbed and sucked.
"Fuck Shay," he rasped and she moaned, her vibrations making his balls draw up.
He closed his eyes and let himself focus on the warmth of her mouth, the way her tongue teased his delicate skin, the way his cock throbbed inside of her with desperate, aching need.
And still it felt so good. Too good. Better than he'd ever had.
This wasn't the obligatory blowjob of a woman who knew what was expected of her. No, Shay looked like she savored every minute of her work, like she wanted nothing more than to be on her knees taking his cock.
And for that she deserved a reward.