Unexpectedly Yours (Private Relations 3)

Releasing her hair now, he dipped his hand under her waist, reaching between her thighs. He rubbed his fingers against her clit and said, “You’ve got a filthy fucking mouth, Elle.”

He felt her channel tighten around him again as she whimpered and pressed her hips back against him. This time he let her spasms take him over the edge. With one last thrust, he emptied himself into the condom, groaning out her name.

Leaning forward briefly, he placed a row of kisses along her shoulder and then slid out of her. He immediately moved to the spare bathroom to flush to condom. After he washed his hands, he saw she was standing. When she turned to face him, he asked, “Was that too rough?”

Grinning, she said, “Not at all. I like rough.”

When his eyebrows shot up, she continued, “No sense in being coy about it. Prior to last night it had been a pretty long dry spell for me. May as well ask for what I want when I have the opportunity.”

He grinned and said, “Feel free to ask me for that anytime. Anytime, ever.” After a moment he curiously asked, “How long of a dry spell are we talking?”

Elle hesitated now and said, “A little over a year.”

Jim said, “I had you beat.”

“Really?” Elle asked.

“I was serious the other night. I really don’t date.”

Jim watched her try to absorb that information for a moment, then tried to pull her into his arms but she placed a hand on his chest to stop him and said, “I’m all sticky. I smell like a combination of sex and Pancake Palace. I really need a shower. Would you care to join me?”

Laughing, he said, “My sweater smelled a little like stale syrup when I took it off a second ago. I would not turn down a shower.”

“That place has been nonsmoking for as long as I can remember, but I always manage to leave there smelling like pancake and cigarette butts,” she said with a grimace.

He cringed, then followed her down the hallway toward the master bathroom watching her hips sway slightly. Feeling his cock twitch again, he sighed, realizing they were out of condoms now.

She must have heard him, because she looked over her shoulder at him and asked, “What?”

“Just enjoying the view,” he said with a grin.

“You know,” Elle said as they stepped out of the shower thirty minutes later, “I feel like maybe certain parts of me are a lot more clean than others.”

Gesturing toward her breasts, Elle continued, “You spent a lot of time in this area, Jim.”

Jim grinned unapologetically as he dried himself off and said, “Guilty.”

She wrapped herself in her towel now and said, “Not a complaint. M

erely an observation.”

Jim wrapped the towel around his waist and said, “Now I have to put back on my clothes that smell like…what was it? Syrup and cigarette butts?”

“That’s pretty unfortunate. Apparently we didn’t think the whole shower thing the whole way through.”

Grinning as he walked out into the living room, Jim said, “You were gonna be all wet, soapy, and naked. That was really all I needed.”

He heard Elle laugh as he moved to slide his jeans and sweater back on. He wrinkled his nose as he pulled the sweater over his head. It really did stink like syrup. Definitely time to change clothes.

When Elle joined him in the living room, she wore a new T-shirt and jeans. He said, “I’m gonna head home now.”

“I’m gonna go throw these in the washer, then I’ll walk you out,” she said, picking up the discarded clothes from earlier this morning.

He watched her disappear into the garage, then reappear a moment later. She waited as he put on his shoes, then said, “Thank you for a lovely time. This morning got a little weird for a bit there, but it made a nice recovery.”

Jim stood up and pulled her into his arms. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers, then said, “Thanks for finally going out with me. It was worth the wait.”

Her arms wrapped around his waist, she said, “I’m glad you think so.”