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“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Right,” he chuckled, and then one of his hands left my ass to cuff the back of my head, pulling my mouth down to his for a greedy kiss I eagerly obliged.
It felt so…easy.
Or maybe…naturalwas the better word.
Those hands were everywhere – gripping, guiding as he stood me up, sliding my shorts and panties down my hips. Tossing my clothes to the floor, teasing me with his fingers on my clit. Pulling me back to my knees on the couch with him, putting one of my legs over his shoulder. Spreading me open, sinking those fingers into me.
And his mouth… very, very busy as well.
Slow, long, careful licks along my inner thighs, little nips with his teeth that he soothed with soft kisses while his fingers worked, while he made me make a mess. One of my hands gripped the couch, the other gripped his hair for balance as he kissed, nipped, licked his way to my clit, covering it with his mouth, lapping with his tongue as his fingersstillworked.
I came so hard I saw stars, practically collapsing over the back of the couch if he hadn’t caught me, laughing.
He stopped laughing when I deftly snatched his dick out of his boxers, sinking down onto it.
“What’s funny?” I whispered against his lips as I flexed around him, reflexively pulling him deeper into me.
“Not a damn thing?” was his shaky reply.
I grinned… then sank my knees deeper into his couch for stability.
Then I did what I had really,reallybeen wanting to do for weeks now.
I rode the fuck outta him.
I had just enough miles on my knees to get us both to a climax, and then I just didn’t move – I wasn’t worried about him pulling out because my birth control was iron clad.
Calvin’s hands were still on my hips – soft at first, but then suddenly firm as he lifted me off him, depositing me on the couch.
Very, very briefly, I felt a little…. I don’t know.
Bereft?
Offended?
Whatever it was, it only lasted long enough for him to stand up, gather his footing, and scoop me into his arms.
“Ah!” I shrieked, taken off guard by the sudden movement. “What’s happening?” I asked.
“We’re washing up,” he explained. “And then I’m getting my lick back.”
I grinned. “Lick back?”
“Yeah. You didn’t think I was letting you leave after fucking me like that, right?”
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“You sure youdon’t have anything better to do? No woman to be laid up with or something? Damn!” I shot at Arthur, sick of hearing his mouth, honestly.
I’d come outside at the asscrack of dawn to shoot around so I could clear my head – I’d even grabbed the overpriced “silent” ball to avoid annoying the neighborhood, orattracting attention.
And yet and still.
There Arthur was, on the stoop,Arthur’s Fine Flooringhat pulled back off his face like Elmer Fudd.
