IOU Sex

“You’re hard,” I said. His erection pressed against my tailbone.

“Told you. Getting you off turns me on.”

“Turns me on too.”

His finger dipped into my pussy then went back to work on my clit. The juices from my wet cunt made the pads of his fingers glide easily and quickly over the bundle of nerves. I writhed against him as he rubbed me feverishly. My pulse raced and my heart hammered. Soft whimpers fell from my lips as he pushed me up, up, up. Way up.

Another glorious climax erupted deep inside me, making me call out, “Oh, Lord.”

“Goddamn.” He groaned. “I am so hot for you.”

I shifted so I could face him. He stripped the shirt off me before I went for the buttons on his fly. The flickering flames cast shadows and light across the ledge of his pectoral muscles and rigid abdomen. I bent my head to his bare skin, running my tongue along the grooves of his stomach. Then I moved upward and flicked a nipple. He squirmed beneath me.

“So sensitive,” I murmured as I licked the small bud. His skin was slightly salty.

“Let’s just say, you shift me into sensory overload. Without much effort, I might add.”

“Good to know.” I dropped more kisses along his chest. I covered his erection with my hand. The shaft strained against the briefs he wore. I gently massaged his cock then cupped his balls. His hips bucked and he let out a low hiss.

“Touchy, touchy,” I joked in a soft voice.

His muscles bunched as though he were restraining himself. I liked the idea that he might be close to losing control and jumping my bones.

He said, “Feel free to have your way with me.”

I gripped the material of his jeans where the buttons had been undone. “Lift.”

I worked the denim down his legs, followed by his briefs. When he was naked, I stared at his sculpted physique. How he ever found time to work out was beyond me, but he was clearly religious about it. My gaze roved his body. A little thrill chased down my spine at the thought of pleasuring him. Of being the one he wanted to pleasure him.

Running my tongue along my bottom lip caused him to grunt.

“You’re eyeing me like I’m the Last Supper,” he said.

“You do make me terribly horny. I mean hungry,” I corrected. Silly me. I was practically tongue-tied.

He grinned. “Be my guest.”

I wrapped my fingers around his wide shaft and gave a long, full pump of his cock from base to tip and back down. Then I covered the head with my mouth and it slid along my tongue.

He let out a sharp breath. “That’s it. Suck my cock.”

I did. Hard. My head bobbed up and down as I fucked him with my mouth. He gathered up my damp strands of hair, whisking them away from my face.

“Oh, yeah,” he said in a strained tone. “That feels damn good.”

I released him and instead licked hi

s sac then very lightly suckled it.

His breathing was heavy. More groans slipped from his lips as my tongue glided up his shaft and then my mouth covered his tip again. I took him deep, sucking him hard. His hips lifted off the sofa and the fingers in my hair tightened a bit around the strands. I increased the sucking pressure as I cupped his balls with my hand and massaged them the way he’d shown me the first night we were together.

That always did the trick for him. Sure enough, one more deep-throated suckle and he called out my name as he came. I didn’t release him immediately. I let him savor the moment. When his hips lowered and he was settled against the cushion again, I moved away.

Licking my lips, I asked, “Enjoy yourself?”

One corner of his tempting mouth lifted. “Such a smartass.”

“Just making sure.”