The rasp of the zipper opening seemed louder in the silent bathroom, and each brr of the slider separating the teeth made me twitch. Not to be outdone, Dave did some zipper undoing of his own, except his was faster than mine. Once the tab was all the way to the bottom, I reached in either side of his waist and eased them down over his ass.
“I like these,” I whispered, sticking the tip of my finger inside the elastic waistband of his jersey shorts. They were designed by a god of underwear because they hugged his package perfectly, like it was meant to be a piece of art or something – and I knew my pieces of art. On the next pass over the front, I dipped my finger in further and enjoyed the groan that came out of him as the tip of it rubbed across the head of his cock.
Framing my waist with his own huge hands, he rubbed slowly and firmly up and down, not quite reaching my tits before they went down again. As they got to the waistband of my pants, he tightened his grip and slowly worked them down until the front of the matching panties to my bra came into sight.
“Never really thought it was a nice one before, but I’ve gotta say that over the last three weeks, pink’s become my favorite color. Every time I see it, I think of you and something you’ve done. It doesn’t matter what shade it is, it’s my fireball color.” Pushing the index fingers of both hands under the edges of the lace, he started to work them down. “Now when I see it, I’m going to think of this moment. The sight of your tits and pussy with pink lace covering them. Your pink nipples poking through it at me. The way your pussy looks as I move the lace down over it…”
The heat in his eyes and the way his cock hardened even more under the fabric of his underwear gave me an idea. I wanted to give him a new thing to think of when he saw pink.
Holding onto his hips, I did an ab curl, not letting him see how much effort I had to put into doing it, and yanked his underwear down until it was under his balls. This seemed to be my favorite thing to do, but a girl needed to look at beautiful things, and Dave’s cock and balls being supported by the elastic was a sight to behold. Holding the elastic in place with my left hand, I used my right one to move his erection until the tip of it was right in front of my mouth.
“Tabby, you don’t need to…oh, Jesus,” he groaned as I flicked the head of it with my tongue.
Loving his reaction, I opened my mouth and took the tip inside, sucking gently as I rubbed the ridge on it with the end of my tongue. My goal was for him to picture me doing this every time he saw pink, and I was going to make it happen.
Continuing to focus my attention on the top, I missed the moment that he caught a handful of hair in his fist, until he tugged on it slightly.
“Take more, baby,” he directed, gently nudging the back of my head.
Reading something like that in one of the erotica novels that I’d imagined Jarrod reading, it would have hit me as too controlling, but when Dave did it, I felt myself getting wetter and more excited at the prospect of blowing his mind – literally. Pulling up to the tip, I looked up at him and held his eyes as I slowly sank down, taking him in until he hit the back of my throat.
“My baby,” he whispered, the fingers in my hair gently massaging the back of my head. When he went to ease my head back to the tip, I took a deep breath and relaxed my tongue, and then I moved in the opposite direction taking him into my throat.
“Holy shit!” His voice sounded like he’d gargled a hedgehog it was that rough as he tipped his head back and let me work his cock.
Wanting to keep him guessing what I was going to do next, I alternated between slow passes up and down, and fast ones where I sucked hard as I got to the top. On the last pass, I was about to take him back into my throat when he pulled himself out of my mouth, spun me over so that I was on my hands and knees, and then yanked my panties halfway down my knees. A finger roughly entered me, quickly joined by another.
“Thank fuck!” he groaned, finding me ready and pulling them back out again. I’d only just got my bearings when I felt his cock head notch into my opening, and then he pushed into me hard, making my head fall back on my neck so that I was staring up at the ceiling.