Page 107 of Burning Skies
I jump up, throw her over my shoulder, and stomp into her bedroom where I toss her onto the bed. She lands with a laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“You can take that as a ‘fuck, yes,’” I say as I strip off my t-shirt.
She grins and kicks off her duck slippers. “I should’ve worn something sexy. I wasn’t thinking.”
I help her tug off her pajama bottoms. “You could wear a paper sack, and you’d look sexy.” I take stock of her now. Button-up pink pajama top and little lace panties. Yup, sexy as hell.
“Hold up. We have to vibe the room.” She pops off the bed, flips on the bedside lamp, and lights a candle. Then she turns on her stereo to play some classic rock softly.
When she returns to my side, I grab her by her pajamas and kiss her. “We blow out that candle the minute we’re done.”
She salutes me. “Yes, sir. Fire safety is my priority.”
“Smartass.” I smack her rear. “Bend over the bed so I can see what I’m working with. I need to inspect everything.”
Her eyebrow rises. “Make me.”
I grab her by the hips and spin her around. A half second later, she’s bent over the bed. Leaning over her, I whisper, “This okay, princess?”
“Ye-yes.”
“If I ever do anything you don’t like, tell me.” She wiggles her ass against me, and I chuckle. I squeeze her tit and stand. “I got carried away a second ago. Let me go grab your gifts. Stay like this.”
I grab her massage oil and toy and return, tossing them onthe bed. My little vixen gives me a wicked smile as I round the bed where I get a fantastic view of her tight little ass in those lace panties.
Leaning back against her dresser, I cross my arms. “Very nice. Get up and turn around.” She does as I ask, but now her cheeks are flushed. “Are you wet?”
She nods.
“Put your fingers in your panties and show me.”
Her eyes flare, but she does as I ask. When she pulls them out, they’re glistening with her arousal. I take her fingers and suck it off. “Mmm. Good girl.”
Grinning, she runs her hands down my chest and rubs a palm over my erection. “What about you? I think you should show me what you’re working with.”
I chuckle. “And if I don’t?”
“Then you can’t touch my wet little pussy.”
My dick swells. Fuck, this woman is my kryptonite. I unbutton my jeans and tug down my boxer briefs, and my cock springs out. After I kick off my clothes, she runs a finger over my weeping head, then winks at me as she licks it off.
I’m ready to fuck her ten ways to Sunday, but then she hands me the massage oil and starts unbuttoning her pajama top. “I have some aches and pains. It’s been a long week. Maybe you could work out my sore muscles?” She slides her top off.
I pause to take her in. That messy bun. Her beautiful tits. Her dainty pink panties. Those long, slender legs. Fuck.
I happen to have an aching muscle too. I grip my dick and jerk off as she grins at me and wiggles out of her underwear before she sprawls out face down on her bed. Not needing any encouragement, I kneel over her and sit back so my dick conveniently rests on her ass crack. “This is a great view.”
She wiggles her butt at me. “Sore muscles, remember?”
“How could I forget?” I grin, enjoying this playful side ofHoney. I flick open the massage oil and drizzle it on her shoulders and rub it in, making sure to work out the knots.
She groans in approval. “Right there.”
It takes work to focus, but I manage to rub down her back. Until I get to her ass. That gives me ideas. I lean back and drizzle it over her cheeks and crack. “Tell me if anything is too much.”
“Everything you touch feels good,” she mumbles into the comforter.
Leaning back, I spread her apart and work my thumbs into her glutes. Then I rub her little asshole, and she moans. “You ever done anything back here?”
