I’m gonna make her toes curl and her pussy sing my name.
“D, you’re a beautiful woman, and you’re kindhearted. I’m sure he wants you.”
“It’s been six months since I’ve felt the touch and desires of a man,” she reveals, sadly.
I can’t imagine going more than a week, tops. Damn.
Such a shame to see a good woman go unappreciated, and damn if I don’t appreciate a fine woman.
“Look at me.” I grab her face firmly, holding her melancholy gaze. “Any man would be lucky to have a woman like you.” And he would. She always looks good, not that it’s the most important thing, but it sure as hell doesn’t hurt. I see her on my days off, always running errands and doing all the little chores a man should. Like taking out the trash. I see how hard she works at the gym to maintain her physique.
She pulls away. “I’m so embarrassed. I don’t know what came over me. You must think I’m a horrible person. A terrible wife. I’ve never been with anyone but Jimmy. I just—I don’t know.” Her cheeks are flushed a rosy pink and her chest is heaving. I can see that she was already worked up when I came in. It’s time to show her a little fun and passion.
With feather light touches my fingers dance up her arm, brushing her dark tresses behind her ear. “Tell me what you were doing to yourself before I came in Dottie,” I whisper, anticipating her answer.
Her nipples are pressing against the lace trim of her bra, threatening to topple out, begging to be sucked. Her eyes dart to the window that leads to the fire escape. “I was watching you cross the street. I was imaging what it would be like to scratch my nails down your back as you fuck me.”
“Do you watch me often? Do you touch yourself while thinking about my body pressing down on yours?”
“Yes,” she replies so low I can barely hear her faint confession.
“Show me,” I command, getting turned on at the thought of her smooth hands working in and out of her pussy while thinking of me.
“Are we really doing this?” she scoots away, hitting the arm of the sofa.
“You called me, remember? If you want me to go that’s cool, darling. If you want me to stay, then I’m going to fuck you in every room, in your place and mine. If that’s what you want from me.”
“I’ve never had a casual fling.” Her eyes flutter as she purses her lips.
“I don’t need you to love me. Hell, I don’t care if you even like me. This is about two people getting what they want. To be fucked and sated. You can never accuse me of not wanting a good time.” I grin, knowing I’m about to charm her panties off.
Chapter 3
Dottie
I can’t believe I propositioned my neighbor. I’ve really done gone and lost my ever-loving mind. Jimmy would kill me. However, as I sit here staring at this sexy hunk of man—ready, willing, and able to scratch my itch, I know I want him. Even if it’s just this one time, I want him to take me up on my offer. I’m just too chicken to really admit that I want to fuck around on my husband. But after fifteen years of marriage, and only being with one man, one who no longer desires my body…the temptation is too strong to deny.
“Show me how you touch yourself, while thinking of me,” OZ demands once more.
I can’t meet his eyes as I nod okay. I’m so damn nervous, I need a drink. My throat’s dry as I lick the back of my teeth.
“You want something to drink?” I offe,r putting some distance between us as I go to the kitchen.
I grab the first bottle of wine I see from the back of my refrigerator and chug, not caring if he notices. My nerves are kicking in. I take a larger gulp.
Suddenly, OZ is behind me, the heat of his body presses against my backside and I say to myself, “What the hell. I started this, I might as well finish it by following through.” The wine is knocked over on the counter, spilling onto the floor, as he captures my mouth with his.
The warmth of his tongue is welcoming as it greets that of my own. His hands and fingers are roaming my body, searing my neglected bits with every touch. I don’t think about the husband I am betraying, my body has its own ideas, and damn if they aren’t delicious.
Skillful, thick fingers tease at my panty line, flirting with my freshly waxed skin underneath the silk material. He knows how to touch a woman. And I’m a woman longing to be touched. It feels so good to be wanted I could weep. So what if I’m a cheap thrill for him, or a story to tell his firehouse buddies. I already know by the wetness pooling between my legs, it’ll be worth it.
I don’t even remember my legs moving, but we’ve headed across the apartment, and into the bedroom. I only realize that’s where we are because the backs of my knees are hitting the mattress as he shoves me onto it. His thumbs hook under the elastic band at the top of my panties and he glides them over my smooth legs with perfect ease. He snakes onto the bed, as I scoot toward the headboard, trying to ignore the wedding picture staring at me from the dresser. OZ runs his nose along my clit, inhaling my aroused scent. With his hands cupping my butt, his tongue darts out, stealing a quick taste of my essence.
His breath hums against my clit as he comes in for a full lick, running his tongue from the top to the back, and then some. Oh! That feels incredible. My knees squeeze against his ears as he gets down to business. Two fingers are serenading my g-spot as his tongue continues to sweep across my pulsing bundle of nerves.
“God yes, that’s it, don’t fucking stop, OZ.” My eyes are rolling back as my first of many orgasms to come crashes me over the proverbial cliff. My legs thrash as he sucks and licks the juices from my sex.
“Wow,” I breathe out ready to gi