Wind Therapy - A.J. Downey Page 0,23

thoughtfully, her brown eyes kissed with amber honey roving my face, as though perhaps, her initial assessment of me was changing or evolving.

Whatever the case may be, I liked the look in her eyes, the subtle changes being made in the expression on her face, so I left her to her thoughts and hitched the towel around my waist, holding out a hand gallantly to help her out of the tub.

She stepped out carefully after wringing her long, waist length hair between her hands and I asked, “You want another towel for your hair?”

“No, it’s okay. Do you have a hair dryer though?”

“I do,” I said and went to the storage cabinet beside the sink and got it out for her.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“Need your brush out of your bag?”

“Please, um, it should be in one of the front pockets.”

“Sure.” I went and got it for her.

“Take your time, come to bed when you’re done,” I said and she nodded, covered from just above her breasts to just below her knees by the large bath towel I’d handed her.

I let my eyes flick over her and added, “Don’t even think about putting anything on.”

She gave me a smile that was more an unsurprised twist of her lush lips, and started the dryer, directing the hot air onto her scalp. I chuckled and left her to it.

I fell asleep so fast, I don’t even remember lying down in the first place. I jolted awake to the warm and sensual slide of her skin against mine as she cuddled up to me.

“You want me now, or later?” she asked, voice husky with desire and I chuckled lightly, holding her close.

“Sleep now, fuck me awake later,” I said, and she laid her head on my shoulder.

“You got it.”

I passed the fuck out, slept like the dead, and I think she slept too. I couldn’t be sure, because it felt like a blink of an eye later that I woke with her mouth on my cock, lush and soft, hair tickling my thigh as she worked me, sucking me with enthusiasm.

I lifted my hips and strained not to thrust down her lovely throat. My hands hovering over all of that beautifully thick, black-raven hair.

“Oh, fuck,” I heard myself whisper and her lips twitched around my dick in a smile as she blew me and blew my fuckin’ mind.

I fought to hold still, but it was hard and as enthusiastic and eager as I was to come, I liked a lot of edging, so I gripped her upper arm and ordered gruffly, “Stop. Stop a minute, I don’t want to come yet.”

She drew her mouth up my shaft and let my head slip from her lips with a soft little pop and a loss of suction.

“Sorry, you said to fuck you awake, but you twitch and talk in your sleep a lot and I didn’t want to get hit or something. At least this way, I could throw up an arm or something, you know?”

I chuckled and said, “I didn’t know I did that. Sorry. You uh, mind grabbing a condom off the top of the dresser over there?” I asked. I didn’t need to worry about knocking anyone up. I’d had a vasectomy in my mid-twenties. I didn’t want any accidents running around and fuck these club bunnies and any of them thinkin’ they could get me in a child support trap.

She smiled, the sultry little minx, and all thoughts of any of that shit fled my mind. She slipped off the bed, fetching the foil packet and returning to me. She did the honors, opening it up and rolling it down my length. I couldn’t help but arc into her touch and my breath coming like I’d run a damn marathon, I reached for her, urging her up here to ride me.

Her sweet little pussy was tight, and she felt so fucking good around me. Hot, slick with her own desire, and more than willing and ready to take control. She put my hands on her body, guiding my touch over her skin as my cock plunged deep, stroking into her wet satin depths, her pussy gripping me lightly, rhythmically, as I watched what few inhibitions she did have fall away.

Her face grew lax, her eyes slipping closed, her head tipping back as she rose and fell over me, riding me, taking her pleasure from me and all I had to do was lie back and enjoy the erotic subtleties that played across