Taste This for Me

At first I thought it was in my head but every time I ignored it the knock got louder. Getting up from my desk, having to hold the wall for a second not realizing how much I’d drank I walked to the door.

Looking out the window I recognized her car. I wasn’t sure what she was doing here but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t smile.

Opening the door, her bouncing from one foot to the next in the short dress she stepped inside and hugged me. Her body sinking into mines, sucking up my warmth. For minutes nothing was said, neither of us moved. My back against the door, my hands rubbing her back, rubbing her ass. Her squeezing me like I’d run away if she let go.

“How did you know I didn’t have company?” I said it playfully but I was serious.

“Fuck whatever company you would have had. ” She said it squeezing me tighter but I knew her. She would have knocked on the door anyway.

Going to the couch, her hand on mines. I was expecting her to sit next to me but she straddled me. Looking me in my eyes, rubbing my hair, tracing my lips with her fingers.

“Can I ask you a question?” She asked.

“Of course.” I traced her nipples with my tongue through her dress.

“Instead of writing about me, why not just call me? Text me?” She kissed me forehead and placed her hands behind my head.

“How do you know I’m writing about you? It’s fiction remember.” Standing up, stepping out of her panties and climbing back on top she smiled and started to kiss my neck.

“Save that for your groupies writer. You forget who I am? Taste this for me.” Putting her fingers between her legs and putting them to my mouth I never took my eyes off of her.

“I’m drunk, I’m horny, all I want is some head. To ride your dick. And an omelette. If the omelette is good maybe I’ll suck your dick all nasty like you like it.” While she was talking she was pulling it out. Spitting on her fingers, rubbing it, looking at me she sat on it.

Her hands on my head, my hands on her hips, our rhythm perfect. My fit inside of her perfect. No words were spoken after that, no music playing in the background or adjusting positions. Just the sounds of her wetness absorbing my hardness. Just the sounds of pleasure before the dawn hours.

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2 thoughts on “Taste This for Me

  1. Reblogged this on demezw and commented:

    Her hands on my head, my hands on her hips, our rhythm perfect. My fit inside of her perfect. No words were spoken after that, no music playing in the background or adjusting positions. Just the sounds of her wetness absorbing my hardness. Just the sounds of pleasure before the dawn hours.

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