Page 39 of Man Hands
“I’m trying not to,” I gasp. “Where’d thatcondomgo?”
Now Brynn sheds her kitty panties. But somehow the break in the action makes her tentative again. Her eyes are wary, even as she hands me the condom and watches while I roll it down overmydick.
“Come here,” I rasp, tugging her beautiful, naked self down onto my thighs. “You’re toofaraway.”
She sits up on her knees, and I position myself right below the door to heaven. She puts her hands on my shoulders and hesitates, her gaze bashful. “Should we goupstairs?”
“What?” My brain is gone. I’m millimeters away from sex. There is no question I could answer correctly right now unless the answer was supposed to beYES YESYESNOW.
“My bed is upstairs,”shesays.
I’m really not sure how that’s relevant. “Honeybunch, I’ll do you in your bed later. First you’re going to bounce on my cock right here. So get busy.” I slap her on the assgently.
Her eyes widen, and she shivers. Her nipples are so erect they’re practically weaponized. We’re both as turned on as two people can be, so I palm both her hips and ease her down onto myecstaticdick.
“Oh god.” She throws her head back. “Ohfuck.”
“That’s the idea,” I gasp. She’s tight and hot, and I’m in heavenrightnow.
“Tom,” she pants as she bottoms out onto my lap. “You make me say crazy things and do evencrazierones.”
“I don’tmakeyou,” I point out. “But I doencourage.”
She leans in and kisses me. It’s a good one, so I have to take control of her mouth, pushing my tongue inside until we’re both breathless. “I don’t usually…” She sighs into mymouth.
“What?” I cup her breasts. They’re so soft and pretty. “You do live alone, right?” I chuckle because it didn’t occur to me to checkbefore.
“Mmm hmm,” she says, rocking her hips. It’s amazing. “I…I’m not usually theaggressor.”
“Pretty sure this was mutual,” I mutter against her lips. “Ride me, honey.” I roll my hips impatiently. But her eyes are wide, and I finally realize what the issue might be. It’s the cowgirl position that’s freaking her out. “Hey,” I say, and my voice is a scrape. “You’re doing great. You know that,right?”
She blinks, then gives me a bashful smile. Not for the first time I wonder about this Steve she used to be married to.Seriously, dude. What were you thinking?If Brynn was my wife (for real), I’d never put clothes on when she was around. Just in case. We’d have tried every position in theKama Sutra. Even thesillyones.
Especiallythose.
She lays her head on my shoulder and takes a deep, steadyingbreath.
“Talk to me,” I whisper, stroking her hair. “What doyouneed?”
“Can I ask you somequestions?”
“Uh, sure?” I want to ask if it can wait until after I come, but I don’t. I’m politelikethat.
“I don’t know anything about you.” Her breath is soft against my neck. “But I just hopped right on your dick,” she says. “Again.”
“Mmm. And I am so grateful. But what do you need to know?” I ask this in an almost normal voice. But I can’t resist a little thrust. It justhappens.
She moans, her lips grazing my jaw. “Okay,” she pants. “When’s yourbirthday?”
“January fourth,” I gasp as my hips rollagain.
“Capricorn…ungh,” she says, beginning to ride me in smallthrusts.
“Yeah.”Yes.Yes.Yes.
“Dogs or cats?”sheasks.
“Dogs,” I say automatically. Becausedoggy styleleaps into mybrain.
