Page 35 of Smokin' Situation

Grabbing both, I hurried back to the bedroom, stopping in my tracks as I took in the scene on the bed.

“Fuck, now that is a sight a man could get used to,” I groaned, watching Rhey propped up against the pillows near the headboard, her fingers lazily circling her clit while she waited for me to return. I swallowed as I watched her, my mouth suddenly parched, but I couldn’t let it distract me. “You, sweetheart, are sexy as fuck.”

“Come here,” she whispered, crooking a finger and beckoning me forward. She had no idea how much I wanted her to boss me around.

Deciding to do some teasing of my own, I reached down, leisurely stroking my throbbing cock and spreading the moisture that’d seeped out around the crown with my thumb. It wouldn’t take much to get me desperately close to the edge since it’d been almost half a year since I’d been inside a woman, so I paced myself, leaving my grip loose, but enjoying the way her eyes tracked every movement.

“I’m not sure if I should be impressed or scared that I found them next to a sutures kit in that alarmingly magical purse.”

She smiled, reaching toward me as I stopped beside the bed. “My sister is a nurse. So that little kit was her doing.”

“Would it be in poor taste to thank your sister the next time I see her?” I joked, climbing onto the bed to brace my hand on the headboard while I watched Rhey’s fingers make soft but sure strokes against her clit. There was something intoxicating about watching a woman owning her own satisfaction and telling—and showing—you exactly how to bring her pleasure.

“As long as you’re prepared to hear a lecture on safe sex practices and efficacy rates of condoms when used as your primary method of protection.”

“Sounds sexy, and super educational,” I laughed, but if it meant she wanted to introduce me to the most important person in her life, I’d take all the lectures. I wanted to keep Rhey safe too, so we’d already have that in common. Leaning closer, I ghosted my lips along the side of her cheek, enjoying how she tilted her head to give me better access to her neck. “Is it okay if we use one of these condoms now as a primary method of protection?”

“Yes,” she gasped as I sucked on her pulse point, her hand covering where I still stroked myself. “But I get to put it on. Lay down.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I groaned, thrusting lightly into the firm squeeze of our hands.

“Hand it over,” she demanded, holding her palm out in my direction. “But don’t stop touching yourself. I want to watch.” She pushed against my shoulder, urging me backward on the bed.

“Into a little voyeurism, are you?” I asked, pressing them into her palm and laying back on the mattress, doing a little voyeuristic watching of my own as she moved to straddle my legs. Her neck and chest were covered with marks from my stubble, and it gave me a primal sense of satisfaction to see the little angry pink streaks. I liked the idea of marking her as mine.

“Watching you stroke yourself makes me wet,” she whispered, eyes riveted as I continued to touch myself, twisting my fist as I reached the head and then slowly stroking back down, fighting the urge to thrust my hips. Having her eyes on me was a bigger turn-on than I expected, but I wanted to draw it out and really give her a show.

“Then, by all means, sweetheart, take a seat and enjoy the ride.”

Feeling empowered by the way she looked at me, I concentrated all my energy into delaying my orgasm, working myself until I was throbbing against my palm, desperate for a release.

She watched with hooded eyes, the condom wrappers fisted in one hand while the other cupped her breast and kneaded the milky flesh, her nipple pink and erect as she rolled it between her fingers.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” I groaned, my thighs flexing as I tried to hold off. “But I’m hanging on by a thread here. What else do you want from me?”

She leaned forward, bracing a hand against my chest as she loomed over me, her pussy inches from where I was stroking my cock. So close, but not nearly enough, as I wasn’t inside her yet. I was aching for it. For the relief I knew I’d feel when she finally sank down, taking me inch by inch until I’d disappeared inside her entirely. “I want you to let me ride you.”

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, thrusting my hips, my knuckles grazing where she was wet for me between her thighs. “Saddle up, baby. I want you to ride me, too.”

“Hands above your head,” she whispered, pulling my fist from my cock and stretching my arm above my head, holding it still while I followed suit with the other. “Don’t move.”

“Can’t promise that,” I panted when she reached down, tugging firmly on my dick. Each stroke had my desperation rising higher and higher. Enough for my hips to have a mind of their own, instinctively flexing into her tight fist.

“Well, you need to try,” she whispered, leaning forward and grasping my lower lip between her teeth. She held eye contact while she stroked me with one hand, growling against my lips as I whimpered.

“Yes, ma’am,” I moaned, arching my neck as she tilted her hips forward, dragging the lips of her pussy up the length of me. She was so warm and wet, and I so badly wanted to grab her by the shoulders and throw her against the mattress to fuck her hard. But I liked how she’d taken control. Women who knew exactly what they wanted were sexy as fuck, and being the focus of her attention was proving to be addictive.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered as she rotated her hips again, my tip poised right at her entrance while she teased me. “Please. Fuck me.”

“Such a good boy,” she whispered, scooting back until she settled her hips just above my knees, pinning me in place. I kept my arms still, my knuckles flexing as I grasped the covers above my head,obeying her earlier instructions—just like she wanted. “Now let’s see if we taste as good together as I think we do.”

My hips shot up off the bed when her lips covered the head, a sweet moan echoing in the air while she sucked and licked where she’d rubbed her pussy up against me. I could only imagine how good we tasted together, my mouth watering at the memory of how good she’d tasted with my head buried between her supple thighs.

“Mmm,” she hummed, sitting up and licking her lips while she smiled down at me. I was so fucking hard, but I pulled out everything in my arsenal to hold off as she ripped open the little packet and smoothed the condom down my length.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, flexing my hips as she gave me a slow stroke. “I need to watch you ride me.”

Rhey released me, crawling over my body, her full breasts dragging up my chest as she hovered over me, eyes locked with mine as she reached between us and poised the tip at her entrance.

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