and then bites down on the zipper on my jean shorts.
“Let’s get these off.” He unzips them with his teeth as his fingers undo the button. In one fluid, expert motion my shorts are on the floor with his clothes. He grips my thighs and opens my legs, draping them over his shoulders. My panties are light blue and the wetness is easy to spot. He grins at me, all black eyes and mussed hair, and digs his nails into my thighs. “My, Rain, you’re excited.”
“Kent.” Why is he playing with me?
“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want…”
“What, baby? Tell me.”
This is Kent, I remind myself. I have no reason to hide in front of him. “Take my panties off. Slowly. I want to watch this time.”
He follows my command, slipping his fingers under the waistband on my panties and slowly, so slowly, taking them off. “My turn. I want you to taste yourself.” He finds my wet spot and brings it toward me. “Open that smart mouth.” I oblige. “Stick out your tongue.” He slides the wet cotton right over my tongue.
I close my eyes as he defiles me with my own panties. The cotton is soft and I can taste myself. I lap at it gently, watching the madness in his eyes unfold. I’m driving him completely insane. Fire explodes between my legs when he licks his lips and bites the corner of his mouth, like he can’t take it anymore. He wants me that badly.
I want to torture him. “My turn. I want to taste you now.”
His eyes widen as he realizes what I’m saying. He looks torn as he drops my panties. He wants me to taste him but doesn’t want to ask.
“It’s my turn,” I demand, getting up. “Lie on your back.”
“Yes, Rain. Anything you say, Rain.”
He shifts so he’s lying in the exact spot I was. I move to straddle him, sitting right over the hardest part of him through his briefs. He looks up at my naked body, his mouth slightly agape. I undo my hair and shake it out, feeling uncharacteristically confident.
“You are the sexiest damn woman I’ve ever seen, you know that?” His hands find my thighs, rubbing me temptingly.
“No.”
“Well, you are. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure.”
“Then taste me.”
Oh, now it’s up to me? Smashing down my nerves, I lean over and kiss him. My breasts rub against his chest, driving tingles down my spine. His fingers dig into my thighs as I drag my lips down his stubble, the scraping making me hum. I love that sound. I kiss his jaw, his neck, and down his chest. I lick his abs, running my tongue over the grooves of his perfect body. As I get lower I notice how hard he’s breathing. It spurs me on. I stick my tongue in his belly button and his fists bunch in my sheets. I like having this control over him. I reach down as I lick him to touch him through his boxers. He is warm and thick in my hand. I rub him, loving the way he moans. Seeing how good he feels erases the rest of my nerves. I peel his briefs down his legs.
Without reservation, I take his penis in my hand and stroke the length of him.
“Rain,” he moans. “I want you to suck my dick with that smart mouth.”
I don’t remind him it’s still my turn. I’m not done torturing him. I want to feel him more. He’s heavy and warm, swollen rock hard with his want. I like the way his skin feels, hard and velvet smooth, but I think it’d be better if I had something to make it wet.
“Spit on me,” he says, guessing my thoughts.
“What am I? A cavewoman?” He grins at me. “Or I could do this.” I move to straddle him again and nestle my middle right over his penis. He parts my lips and I nearly come undone. I rub against him, driving his thickness between me without putting him inside. My wetness coats him. I force myself to focus only on him and not my pleasure as he stares up at me like I hold everything he’ll ever want in my hands. “How’s that?”
He groans and moans at the same time. The sound is so hot I push myself harder and faster over him. “Answer me,” I order.