Tackling Love - Kathleen Kelly Page 0,13

to me. Come back to bed, let me make it up to you,” I reply temptingly.

Skye leans back and stares into my eyes. “You mean it, don’t you?”

I’m sure confusion is written all over my face. “Yes, Skye, why wouldn’t I mean it?”

“It’s just most guys, that is, when a man, well… when a man finishes, it’s normally the end of the, ahh… show, so to speak.” Her face has gone a lovely shade of crimson.

“I’m not most guys.” I lift her, and she wraps her legs around me. “And I love the noise you make when you come. It’s fucking as hot as hell.”

The shade deepens on her face, and I chuckle as I take her to the bathroom. Placing her on the vanity, I take off her robe and hang it behind the door, then I turn on the shower. Skye peels off her tank and bra, hops off the vanity, and enters the warm spray.

Skye’s house is cozy, compact, but this bathroom has a shower most homes would envy. Skye said she had it remodeled when she moved in, removing the bath so she could have a large shower. It’s big enough for four, so for two, it’s humongous. I lather up my hands and caress her body. Her skin is silky smooth, and as I glide over it, I revel in its curves.

When we’re both clean, I push her out of the spray into the far corner, drop to my knees and kiss the golden triangle of fine hair between her legs. Skye grips my head, and I lick her, savoring the taste.

“Put one of your legs over my shoulder,” I command. Pleasing me again with her compliance, Skye does as she’s told. This gives me unfettered access to her pussy, and I suck, nibble, lick, and finally insert my tongue into her until she makes that sound I love. When Skye has orgasmed, I stand, wash my face, then turning back I say, “On your knees.”

Skye immediately drops, and her mouth wraps around my cock. This was not what I meant, but damn, if this doesn’t feel fucking good. One of her hands cups my balls, and the other is wrapped around my cock, pumping me as she sucks and teases me with her tongue.

As I get closer, I reach down, fist a handful of hair and demand, “Stop! Get on your hands and knees.”

“I can finish,” replies Skye as she flicks her tongue over the head of my cock.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I repeat, more forcefully this time.

Reluctantly, Skye does as she’s told. I sit, legs splayed in front of me, warm water hitting my body.

“Come back and sit on me, Skye, facing my feet.” Shuffling back, Skye straddles my legs and slowly lowers herself on me. “Ride me,” I demand.

“I’ve never—”

“Don’t think, honey, just feel,” I say as I move her up and down on my cock.

Skye moves, and I grip her hips while grinding into her. In moments, I feel the same electric sensation creep it’s way from my balls to my cock, and I groan with delight as she tightens her pussy muscles with each movement. I wrap my hands around her throat and gently pull her back to me, so her back is facing my front. I twist her head kissing her as I come inside her for the second time today.

When I’m done, Skye crawls off me, turns around and straddles me facing me this time.

“That was so good,” purrs Skye.

I laugh and kiss her. “I’m guessing you’ve never done that before?”

“No, could we try that again in my bed, later?”

“Damn, where have you been all my life?” I grin as I engulf her in my large arms.

“What do you want to do today?”

“I thought we could stay here, and I could fuck you all day,” I tease.

“Can’t we go out?”

“Skye, it can be difficult. People will follow us, and you did say your job could be jeopardized because of me.”

“Right.” Skye screws her face up into a frown, then smiles. “We could go in disguises? And you’ll protect me from freaky fans, won’t you?”

I know I’m not going to win this argument, and part of me doesn’t want to. I want people to know she’s mine. Fuck the damn consequences.

“Right…” I slap her ass, “… get off me woman. I’m taking you out for breakfast.”

Skye scrambles off me, cleans herself up, and I do the same. She finishes before me and leaves the shower cubicle. I