Page 27 of It'll Be Fun
“Aw. Sorry, buddy.”
He made fish lips at her. “I can still take care of you.”
“Uh, one ER trip in a day is enough, thank you.”
“No.” He shifted his hips. “You can ride me.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and then licked his lips.
“You sure?”
“Oooh, baby, am I.”
She stripped off her T-shirt and straddled his head. He grabbed her ass and pulled her down where he wanted her, and when his lips touched her clit her eyes dropped closed.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
No, she didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty. Sometimes, what her sweet barbarian needed was this kind of domination, not the hard-ass Domme to beat his ass.
He already had the pain.
Now, he needed the pleasure.
She braced one hand on the headboard and with the other reached down to stroke his hair. “That’s it, baby,” she softly said. “You always take care of me so good.”
His talented tongue swirled around her clit, knowing exactly where and how to flick and stroke, just how much to suck, every perfect motion.
This was them at their best.
Over thirty years married had taught them both little shortcuts about each other’s bodies. She knew exactly how to get him over fast if she needed to, or how to drag it out and leave him panting and begging for as long as she wanted to keep him hovering on that edge.
Likewise, Rusty had that same power with her.
She loved it, and him.
She rode his face, knowing he needed this time as much as she was enjoying it. He wasn’t truly happy unless he was serving her, the knight and his Lady, a dynamic that fulfilled him and made him happy.
The way they’d been ever since they were kids and first met and she learned his dark secrets that fueled the way he was.
When she felt her climb start, he knew it, too, because his hands grabbed her and held on, keeping her in place and preventing her from wiggling free.
Her eager barbarian loved having her come all over him like this, and he wasn’t satisfied until he’d drawn every last ounce of pleasure out of her.
* * * *
The pain in Rusty’s foot faded to nothing with his focus on eating out Eliza. He could—and had, in the past—do this for hours. As long as she’d tolerate him doing it. Once she started coming, he focused on her clit, on keeping her climax going as long as possible, listening to her moans to guess where she was. Sometimes she’d let him keep going until she couldn’t handle the intensity any longer, and sometimes she was done after only a little bit.
Tonight she let him keep her going, easing up and then pulling her cunt tight against his mouth again, over and over, until the fingers in his hair turned into patting the top of his head to get him to let go of her, and he did.
She slumped onto the bed, resting her head against his chest as she caught her breath.
“Better, baby?” he asked.
She laughed and finally sat up to look at him. “You’re the one with the gimpy foot, and you’re asking me if I’m better?”
He shrugged. “You put up with a lot with me. I know that.”
She rolled her eyes but straddled him, his cock effortlessly gliding along her pussy where she was wet from her juices and his mouth. “And what doyouwant now, hmm?”
He felt the subspace hit him. “Anything Ma’am wants to give me,” he softly said, shivering under her touch.
