Page 38 of Whatever He Wants
She’s in a loose white dress instead of the sweater and jeans she wore yesterday.She must have gone down and got changed.
She’s still there.
I have a good work ethic most times.On rare occasions, I might show up late to a work order, but I stick to my commitments, rain or shine.Until today.I call in to the main office and rearrange my schedule, then I rush home as if I got notified my house is on fire.
When I’m home, I find Denise lounging in the couch, reading the Dean Koontz book that was on my bedside table.She sits up when she sees me, surprise on her face.
“You’re home early.”
“You’re still here,” I say.
She sets down the book on the coffee table and caresses the sofa cushion.
“It’s my day off and I couldn’t resist your sofa.”Her smile dims, her expression uncertain.“Does it bother you I stayed?”
“Of course not.”I sit beside her and take her hand.“I’m glad you’re here.Since you like the sofa so much, I might tie you to it so you’ll stay.”
“You’re obsessed with tying me to furniture.”
“Whatever it takes so you don’t leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Isaac,” she says, her voice soft and shy.“I want to be with you.”
Finally.The words I wanted to hear her say for a long time now.Joy washes over me, and I move without thinking.I slip my arms around her and pull her on top of me for a kiss.
She leans into it, one hand at my neck, the other in my hair.I wrap my arms around her, holding her close to me.Her warmth, her softness, and her sweet scent always driving me crazy.
I pull down her dress straps, revealing her bare upper half.Maybe I’m biased but Denise has the best tits I’ve ever seen.The right size for my hands, tipped with rose pink nipples already hard and begging for a suck.I tilt her back and tug one into my mouth, her gasping moan sending my blood rushing south.
She grinds on me, the warmth between her thighs seeping through my pants.I cup her perfect ass and squeeze it.Fuck.I can’t wait to be inside her.The very first time I slid into her pussy was a divine experience.I swore I heard angels harmonizing as her tight, wet heat gripped my cock.
“Isaac…”
Denise shudders, caressing the back of my head, grinding on me with more urgency as I move my mouth back and forth between her breasts.I’m so greedy for her.I want all of her at the same time.I drag my lips from her breasts, pressing kisses over her chest and up her neck until I claim her mouth again.She breaks our kiss and shimmies out of my lap.
She gets on her knees and rubs my erection over my pants, then unbuckles my belt and opens my pants.I groan in relief at the freedom when she pulls me out, loving her warm hand wrapped around me.
My cock pulses at the hungry look in her eyes as she strokes me.The awe on her face the first time she held me in her hands had been a huge ego boost, and it turns me on that she wants me as much as I want her.
When she leans forward and takes me into her warm mouth, I tense and let out a grunt.
“Oh fuck…”
Denise’s pretty lips wrapped around my cock is a filthy, sexy sight.An image permanently stored in my memory bank, to be recalled during those moments alone with my hand.She hums as she sucks me deeper, the sound vibrating around me.I tilt my head back and groan, my hand in her hair.
She sets up the perfect rhythm of sucking and stroking me.Her tongue is sweet, swirling torment on the head of my cock.My grip in her hair tightens, my stomach and legs flexing every time her hot wet mouth descends as far as it can go, and my cockhead grazes the back of her throat.
Denise’s eager slurping on my cock is obscene and hot as hell, the need to come rapidly building.Oh fuck.Oh… fuck.Should I keep fighting to hold back the tide, or come in her mouth now, then eat her pussy so I can get hard again?
She makes the choice for me, slipping her mouth off me and rising to her feet.I take deep breaths, recovering from the sudden loss of stimulation.But I’m excited when she reaches under her dress and peels down her panties.I stare at the tiny black material dangling from her fingers with interest.
“I saw what you did last night,” she says, her eyes narrowed.“Don’t even think about stealing these too.They’re my favourite pair.”
I smile.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Denise tosses her panties onto the sofa, and climbs onto my lap again.She’s still wearing her dress, her naked upper half on display.Her nipples poke out through the gaps in her hair draped over her breasts.
She grasps my cock and strokes it, then eases her warm, wet pussy onto my tip.She does little bounces, and rolls her hips to get me deeper.We’re both shaking and groaning as she bears down, taking me all the way inside her.
