Page 36 of From the Embers

I kick the door open to my bedroom, but head over to the chair, not the bed. Bodhi is with my sister because I told her I’d be finishing late after a double shift and was going out. Abby was more than happy to have a sleepover.

“Holy shit, you have a sex sofa?” she laughs. “In your fucking bedroom?”

I grin, placing her down on top of it. “Can’t exactly keep it at the firehouse.”

“Ha-ha.” She licks her lips, watching me as I undo the rest of the buttons on my shirt. “You are full of surprises, D.”

“Am I?”

She gives me a slight chin lift, her eyes devouring me as I undress. “All of it, your pants, too.”

I grin. “Bossy much?”

I do as she says, stripping quickly, yanking my boots off, then my socks, then lastly my jeans and jocks. She gapes at my cock as I grip it in my palm.

“Of course,” she mutters.

I sheath myself, glancing down. “Of course, what?”

“You’re hung like a damn horse.”

I chuckle. Moving toward her. I have no shame in my body, and I want her to see me touching myself. Making her aware of exactly what she does to me is half the pleasure.

“How do I get this dress off without ruining it?”

“The zipper at the back,” she whispers.

I move around her and find it easily, lowering it all the way down. She peels it off until she’s standing just in her panties. Her tits are huge, as I expected them to be, naturally heavy and fucking perfect. She is perfect.

I cup one breast as I push her gently backward so she’s lying down, half upright, just like the chair allows. Then I cup the other, straddling her, lowering my head as I suck her nipple, rolling the other with my forefinger and thumb.

“Jesus, these are exquisite.” I take my fill, pulling, plucking and kissing until she’s grabbing my ass, her hands all over me.

“That feels amazing,” she breathes.

“Not done with you yet, Princess, but I’ve got something in mind, if you’ll hear me out?”

I fondle her, hovering over the top of her body as she nods willingly. “Y-yes.”

“Good.” I pull her up, then we switch positions so I’m the one laying down, and she’s on top. “You’re gonna slide over the top of me, pussy facing me, your legs over my head on the headrest, then put your hands back like this so you don’t fall.” I demonstrate. Effectively, she’s gonna ride my face.

“Holy shit,” she murmurs. “How do I, uh, get up there without crushing you, or smothering you to death?”

I grin. “You won’t. Just straddle me, then slide toward me and I’ll do the rest, but first you can take those panties off.”

She stands on either side of the chair, then slides them down her legs, lifting each foot until she’s discarded them, then she sits back down. I lean up to kiss her. “Do you like your pussy being played with, baby?”

She nods, almost looking shy again. I find this fascinating because she’s definitely not submissive out of the bedroom. I’m in no means a dom, in fact, I get off on her pleasure.

“I do, but most guys don’t give it this much attention before the main event.”

“That’s because you’ve clearly only been with selfish assholes.”

“I can attest to that.”

“I can eat pussy all fucking night, Princess, especially when it’s this sweet.” I give her a chin lift. “Lean your hands back.” I spread my legs, giving her room. Once she’s done that and she’s leaning back, I grab her hips and hoist them up to my face, her legs folding over my head.

“Oh, wow,” she whispers. “This is so, uh, erotic, D, and you seem like such a straight shooter.”