Welcome Home #2
“She’s back,” he said. “I haven’t seen you this happy since the ‘buy one get one’ sale at the ice cream shop.”
His hands moved south before gripping my ass. Sammy had gone from a novice with men to knowing how to get my motor going without words. As he continued swaying, it became obvious how he wanted the night to end. I wouldn’t complain. Instead of asking, I spun around and pushed back.
“Zipper.”
He took his time, kissing my spine as the fabric parted. When it fell off my shoulders, he knelt behind me, playing with the elastic of my dance belt. This time, he pulled with a fast jerk, a man eager to get me naked. He kissed my ass cheek, teeth dragging across the skin.
Walking to the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed. I tossed one of the dress options for the night onto a chair in the corner. I repeated it with the corset, stockings, and white gloves. When I reached down to slip off my heels, I caught Sammy leaning against the doorframe.
“Leave them on.”
Oh? Every naked encounter up to this point had been him and me. Mike and him. Still wearing the makeup and heels, I hovered somewhere between both identities. It made me think of the dream I had when we first met, him lifting my dress and fucking me in the hallway.
I sat up, heels on.
He sauntered toward me, eyes traveling up and down my body. That expression, the almost smug grin, had my cock hard and willing. I knew how I wanted this to play out, and if I got my way, I’d be a very sticky queen.
He stopped in front of me, his package almost at eye level.
I undid the button and pulled down the zipper.
His underwear separated me from my goal.
Without removing his jeans, I pulled down the front of his underwear, exposing his semi-erect cock.
After a night at the club, I could smell the sweat, and the musk only made me more eager to swallow him.
I didn’t ask for permission as I dragged my tongue across the tip.
On the next swipe, I held the head between my lips as he grew harder.
While I pushed forward, taking half of him in my mouth, he removed his shirt.
I held onto his underwear, using them as a tether to pull him closer, deeper toward the back of my throat.
Sammy moaned as my nose pushed against his groin. With one last shove, he buried the last of his cock in my mouth. I didn’t want to let go. If he hadn’t blocked my ability to breathe, I’d have spent the rest of the night there. His hands held the sides of my head as he rocked in and out.
It was my turn to moan as I wrapped a hand around my cock. He kept his thrusts gentle, but made it clear he had taken charge. This was what I wanted, to be on the receiving end of this gorgeous bear’s carnal needs. I’d let him fuck my mouth, especially if it meant it ended with him railing my hole.
Sammy withdrew, only the head resting on my lips. I inhaled through the nose before he shoved all the way in, pushing against the back of my throat. He repeated the move until he finally pulled free. Stepping back, he gave his head a shake, his cock still bobbing up and down.
“Not yet,” he said.
“Good.”
He might want to take charge, but I knew how I wanted this to play out. I crawled back onto the bed until my head rested on a pillow. We could tease and swap blowjobs, but I wanted him inside me. I lifted my legs, holding behind my knees, presenting my ass to him.
Sammy kicked off his pants and slid his underwear down his legs.
When his first knee hit the mattress, I stared down the length of my body, past my erection, to the wide chest of a man all but licking his lips.
He moved closer before falling onto his stomach.
Another few inches and the heat of his breath hit my taint.
He knew what I wanted, but he wasn’t going to give it to me. Yet.
I pulled my legs back tighter to my belly. The flexibility of a big guy in bed grew proportionally to his horniness. I’d pretend it were vodka tonics, but it had more to do with fulfilling a dream. I never imagined it happening, and yet, here I was, heels pointing toward heaven.
The first lap of his tongue made me gasp.
His hands pushed my legs back further until he reached my hole.
He wasted no time with teasing as he took broad strokes.
The tip danced around the edges, and I willed him deeper.
I had held out, playing this game of back and forth, but I wanted to reach the main event.
“Fuck me.” It came out as a statement.
He continued as if he hadn’t heard the growl. All at once, it stopped. I realized I had my eyes closed, my head tipped back on the pillow. Peeking through my right eye, I saw Sammy had a sinister grin on his face. It appeared he’d decide when the foreplay ended.