Our Way
I laugh. My parents have wanted Eliza and me together for ten years.
“It’s good to see you.” He smiles.
“You, too.”
He glances down at my shopping bag. “What did you buy?
”
“Oh.” I smirk, embarrassed. “Lingerie.”
He bursts out laughing. “What the hell have you been doing all this time?”
I laugh, too. “No fucking idea.”
* * *
It’s just after 9:00 p.m. when I put the key into the door of Eliza’s apartment. I’m later than I thought. I find her sitting on the kitchen floor with a glass of wine.
“Hi,” I say.
She smiles up at me. “There’s my man.” She holds her arms up for me, and I bend down to kiss her lips.
“Sorry I’m late.”
“That’s okay, I’ve got it under control.”
I pull her up to her feet. “I bought you a present.” I hold up the black bag.
“Is this one going to fuck my ass?”
I chuckle and take her in my arms. “No, but I might.” My lips drop to her neck, and she laughs as she opens the box.
“Oh.” Her eyes widen in approval. “What is this?” She holds up the short, pink, lace and silk nightdress. “I love it.”
“Me, too.” I raise my eyebrow.
“I’m going to put it on right now.” She runs off to the bathroom, and I pour myself a glass of wine and take a seat on the sofa. I kick off my shoes. It’s good to be home.
Eliza appears, and my mouth drops open in awe. It hugs her body, and her voluptuous breasts are on display. I can see every one of her killer curves. “Now we’re talking,” I whisper.
“You like this?” She holds her hand up and twirls.
“I like this.”
She walks toward me and drops to the floor between my legs. She unzips my zipper. “You like this?” she whispers darkly as she opens my pants with a sharp snap and pushes me back in my seat.
My eyes hold hers and I spread my legs in an invitation. “I like this, too.”
She takes out my cock and licks up the length of it. My stomach clenches as I watch her hungry tongue explore me.
“What about this?” She takes the tip and puts it into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the tip, and I close my eyes as arousal heats my blood.
“Yes,” I grind out. “What’s not to like?”
She takes me slowly into her mouth, and I look back at her and brush the hair back from her face. Fuck, she’s beautiful. She always is, but especially with a mouthful. She moans around me, and I begin to see stars. She strokes me with one hand as she really begins to fuck me with her mouth. I grip her hair hard and watch her head bobbing up and down.
Waves of pleasure shoot through my balls, and my legs open farther. I need it deeper. I want inside her.