“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want to touch you very much. Can I, please?”
“That’s the politest way any woman has ever asked to rub my cock in my life. Your manners are impeccable, Ms. Greene.”
“My parents raised a lady.”
“Does that mean you’ll stick your pinky out while you’re stroking me off?”
“Probably.”
“This I’ve gotta see.”
Erick rolled onto his back and underneath the covers pulled off his underwear and tossed it across the room. He lay flat on his back with his hands behind his head...waiting.
“O...kay...” she said. “You are naked in my bed.”
“I can put my watch back on if you want.”
“No. Naked is good. But can I turn off the light?”
“If it makes you feel better.”
“It would.”
She switched off the lamp and slowly scooted across the sheets toward him. He put one arm around her back and slid even closer to her.
Without saying another word, he kissed her. It was a deep, long, sensual kiss, much deeper and harder than he’d kissed her before. With the lights off, everything seemed to mean more, to matter more. They were no longer playing. And Erick was naked, completely, not even wearing that smile. She took a ragged breath as she placed her hand on the center of his chest. It pleased her to feel how hard his heart beat against her hand. He was nervous/scared/excited, too.
Tentatively she slid her hand down his chest to his stomach and stopped there while he kissed her neck under her ear.
“Take your time,” he whispered. “I have all night.”
“Thanks for being understanding,” she said.
“I don’t know why you’re so nervous with me but it doesn’t matter. You set the pace. I’m just happy to be here.”
“Are you? Happy, I mean?”
“As happy as I’ve been in a long time.”
Clover slipped her hand under the sheet and wrapped it around his erection. Erick took a quick breath in.
“Okay,” he said. “Now I’m happy.”
She smiled but didn’t say anything. She wanted to concentrate on the task at hand. The very pleasant task at hand. Gently she ran her hand over the length of him a few times just to get the feel of him. He was incredibly hard from base to tip, so hard she felt his cock pulsing against her palm. He was big, not huge but definitely a good size. She imagined putting it inside her and knew it would fill her and stretch her and she’d love every inch of it. But not yet. She wasn’t ready for that yet. Was she? If they had sex he’d probably want her to take all her clothes off and that would be awkward. But maybe not. But probably so. She was overthinking it again and forced herself to concentrate only on Erick’s beautiful body and forget about hers.
She squeezed him lightly and watched his face to see what happened. He must have liked it because his head fell back and his throat jumped like he’d had to take a quick breath or swallow hard. Even in the dark she could see his lips were slightly parted and she could hear him panting as she stroked him, lightly at first but then harder as it became clear to her he liked what she was doing. Down and up and down and up...she slid her hand down and up him again and again. Erick reached over his head and gripped her headboard with one large hand. He moved his hips with her hand, lifting them as she stroked downward and pulling back when she stroked up. It was obscene, watching him move like that, like he was fucking her hand. He was fucking her hand and she could tell he would come soon if she didn’t stop. She had no intention of stopping.
“You should maybe stop,” Erick said, and his voice was tight and hoarse, like it hurt to talk.
“Why?” she asked, her hand still on him but no longer moving.
“When I get close to coming I say really inappropriate things. And you’re getting me there.”
“Inappropriate how? We’re in bed together. Unless you start spitting out math formulas or threatening to assassinate world leaders, I don’t know what you’d say that would be inappropriate.”
“I have a very dirty mouth. You don’t know how dirty.”