Page 107 of For Love or Money
Lesley gulped and nodded furiously, too turned on to speak. He slid her knickers down her legs painfully slowly, and she was trembling with need as he nudged her legs apart and bent his head to her.
Her hands fisted the sheets as Al’s tongue pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She was almost there ... any second now ... She let out a keening moan as the pleasure reached a crescendo. And then suddenly he stopped.
‘Lesley?’ Al had thrown the cover back and was looking up at her from between her legs. He looked sexy and dishevelled and very happy. Lesley felt like punching him, but she was afraid to move a muscle and lose all that lovely momentum.
‘Mmm?’ she whimpered, her mouth clamped shut.
‘Is that you being scared of the lightning, or—?’
‘What?’ She’d completely forgotten about the storm.
‘Only you were squealing like that earlier, so—’
Seriously?‘That was me enjoying myself, Al.’
‘Okay. Good.’ He grinned at her. ‘Just checking.’ Then his head disappeared under the duvet again, and he took up exactly where he’d left off. And thankfully, so did she.
Al certainly lived up to his notices, making her come twice with his fingers and tongue before collapsing beside her on the pillow. Little fluttering aftershocks were still rippling through her as she reached for his cock, stroking the hardness of his erection through his boxers. She couldn’t wait to take him in her mouth. But as she reached for the waistband of his boxers, he slapped her hand away.
‘Did I say you could touch me under my clothes?’ he asked.
Lesley smirked, rolling her eyes. ‘Is it okay to touch you under your clothes?’ she asked.
He nodded and lifted his hips to help her as she slid off his boxers and tossed them aside to join her clothes on the floor. She stroked the length of his shaft, loving how hard it was beneath the silky soft skin. Then she crawled down the bed and bent her head to take him in her mouth.
‘Did I say you could do that?’
‘Sorry.’ She looked up at him from under her lashes. ‘Can I suck you off?’
‘Well, I’m sure youcan. I don’t doubt your ability for a moment,’
‘Seriously? You’re going to quibble about my grammar at a time like this?’
‘I’m a stickler for correct usage.’
Lesley sighed. ‘Okay, then. May I please suck you off, Al?’
‘Lesley,’ he said, his breath shaky as he looked down at her, ‘you may.’
Lesley enjoyed giving blow jobs and she knew she was good at them – the two things usually went together, in her experience. She loved the feel of Al’s thick, warm cock in her mouth, and he made gratifyingly appreciative sounds of pleasure as she licked and sucked him. But she really wanted him inside her, and she was glad that he seemed to be on the same wavelength as he gently nudged her aside.
‘Condom!’ he said, and Lesley nodded eagerly. He darted to the bathroom and was back in seconds. Lesley even found the ripping of foil as he tore open the packet a turn-on – there was something incredibly hot about the statement of intent that it represented. She watched impatiently as he rolled on the condom. He got back into bed and instead of rolling on top of Lesley, he arranged her on top, straddling him.
‘This is my favourite position,’ he said, stroking her legs on either side, his features taut with barely suppressed need.
Lesley lifted herself a little, settling herself over his cock so the tip was just nudging at her entrance. ‘Al,’ she said, ‘may I sit on your dick?’
‘I thought you’d never ask.’
Lesley sometimes felt self-conscious when she was on top, too aware of how she looked, and unsure if she was getting the pace right. She worried about getting negative feedback. But with Al, she felt wild and sexy and abandoned. She didn’t get the impression as she used to with Rob, that Al liked this position because he was lazy and wanted her to do all the work, but rather because he couldn’t keep his eyes – or his hands – off her. He wanted to look at her tits as they bounced and jiggled, and he wanted to watch his hands stroking and fondling them. He made her feel beautiful, powerful and sexy in a way she’d never really felt before. He curled his hand around her bottom and squeezed her thighs tighter around him, pumping his hips up to meet her as she sank down on him, thrusting harder and deeper, as their bodies moved greedily against each other. He slid a hand between them to rub her clit, not taking his eyes off hers as he totally lost it and came with a deep groan. Seconds later, Lesley came too, in white-hot bursts of heat and light that matched the electrical storm still raging outside the window.
35
Lesley had fallen asleep with Al’s arms wrapped around her, their legs entwined. But at some point in the night they had shifted, and when she woke, he was turned away from her. She could tell from his slow, steady breathing that he was still asleep. Light was creeping in through a gap in the shutters, but it was a still, steady light, not the sickening strobing of last night. She yawned happily and stretched. She couldn’t remember when she’d felt so content and sated. Even though she hadn’t had much sleep last night, she felt refreshed and energised.
She also felt hot and sticky, and desperately in need of a shower. She eased herself carefully off the bed without waking Al and crept to the bathroom. The smell of sex rose up around her in clouds of steam as she stood under the shower and washed the sticky trails of saliva off her skin. She could still feel the imprint of his hands on her breasts, the rocking of his thrusts inside her. Her nipples were sore, licked and sucked raw, and there was a delicious feeling of fullness between her legs.
Well, that was a very pleasant surprise, she thought, going over the events of last night in her mind. Al had been ... amazing, probably the best shag she’d ever had. Who’d have thought Al – lovely, polite Al with his perfect manners – would be such an animal in the sack? But it wasn’t just that it had been hot – and it had been incredibly, toe-curlingly, breathtakingly hot. There was something else as well. It had been ... friendly, she thought, trying to put her finger on what had been different. It was like they were both in it together – which didn’t make sense, because surely when you had sex with another person, you were in it together. There was give and take on both sides. But she was used to more push and pull, to having to take what she needed or risk not getting it. With Al it was like there was only one side. She didn’t think she’d ever been so in sync with another person sexually. It was all very confusing.
