by Mignon Mykel
“Keep staring, Syd, and this is going nowhere.”
Like the gentleman I was finding him to be, his eyes stayed focused on my own. While I appreciated it, I wanted him to look. I wanted him to stare.
“You can stare at me.”
“I am staring at you.”
Still, his eyes remained focused on mine. I took a step in his direction, then another. I raised my hands to my chest, small A-cups as they were, and was rewarded when his eyes finally dropped from mine. Rather than cover them, I ran my thumbs over the erect peaks, eliciting a groan from Caleb.
I stopped just shy of his reach, my hands still on my breasts, my thumbs running over my nipples. I bit down on the corner of my lip to stop my own moan from echoing in the room.
Caleb’s hand went to grip his erection. I watched as his grip tightened then moved up the shaft, squeezing tighter at the head.
“C’mere, Syd,” was his rough command.
I dropped my hands to my sides but only long enough to close the distance between us. The moment I was near, my hands went to his cheeks, pulling his head down so his lips could meet mine. Soon, his hands were on my hips, pulling me into the steam behind him.
The feel of his cock pressed between us without the barrier of clothes was a heady feeling. Needing to be closer, I lifted a leg and wrapped it around his thigh, pulling his body as tight to mine as we could get. His hands moved from my hips to my ass, mindful of placement. His fingers kneaded into my cheeks as my hips, a mind of their own, moved against his thigh.
His thigh. I was humping his thigh.
“Damn, I hate being short,” I mumbled against his mouth. His mouth widened into a grin against mine.
“I like your size, Chief.”
With my hands still on his face, I pulled my head back and raised a brow. “Because grinding against your thigh gets you off?”
The damn man chuckled as he released my butt and put his hands on top of mine, pulling my hands from his face. “My dick near your boobs does.”
“I don’t understand… titty fucking.” I wasn’t much of a dirty talker. Titty and cock and fuck just weren’t in my vocabulary, but what else would you call it? Because, you know, inter-mammary intercourse sounded so much better.
I spread my fingers under his so I could wrap them around his, just as a laugh burst from his lips. “Why did your mind go there, Sydney?”
I shrugged but couldn’t stop my own grin. “Penis, boobs… That’s generally what happens, right? Well, not with these things, but,” I tried to pull my hands from under his but he beat me. He let go of my hands and cupped my small bust before I could. His hands damn near covered my entire chest, rib cage, and then some.
I knew he’d been joking when he told me ‘handful’ for breasts and I’m guessing his whole ‘mouthful’ spiel was to make me feel better about myself, but seriously. Guys didn’t like small chested women. They liked breasts that bounced and hung in their face; breasts that they could slide in and out of.
“These are perfect,” he said in a low voice, breaking me from my internal struggle. He dropped his head so his lips were near my ear again and his hands slid just enough so his thumbs could brush over my nipples. It felt good when I did it, but damn, the zing that went through me when he did it? I could probably come now, embarrassing as it would be.
“Boobs are boobs.” This was said into my ear. “I like breasts, sure, but I like you more.”
With that, the little moment of self-consciousness flew. “Well, ok then,” I whispered, my voice nearly getting lost in the pounding water.
His hands still on my chest, Caleb moved us to the far wall. When my back hit the cold tile, I arched against it with a slight yelp but soon Caleb’s mouth was on mine once again. I relaxed into his kiss, my back flush to the wall.
His thumbs rubbed up, down, around my nipples. My little moans were lost against his mouth, but I was done being the only player. I slid my hands between us so I could grasp his erection in one hand. My other went down to cup his balls.
I didn’t get the chance to appreciate it fully earlier, but the man was hung. I could only imagine what it would feel like if he were to pound into me from behind, his balls slapping me near my clit…
His fingers pinched at my nipples, tugging slightly, making me pull my mouth from his. “Caleb…”
“Up and down, Syd. You’re killing me.” The anxiety in his voice was evident.
“What?” I said, feeling playful once again. “You don’t like me just holding, squeezing lightly…” I pulsed my fist around his cock, slowly, lightly.
His groan was low and with it, he dropped his head to the top of mine. “Payback’s a bitch, Chief.”
“We’ll see.”
I squeezed once more before his hand went on top of mine, squeezing harder. His hand enveloped mine and I had no choice but to follow his movements as he glided our hands up and down his length. I learned how hard he liked the squeeze. I learned where he liked more grip and less grip.
His breath was starting to come out in huffs and I wanted my mouth on him. I wanted to feel his release against my tongue. I wanted…
Before I knew what he was doing, Caleb was down on his knees. Our height difference had his mouth directly at my chest, making it easy for him to prove his earlier point.
His mouth sucked in my breast. His tongue flicked over the nipple and he slowly pulled back, his teeth gently scraping against the skin and tissue. When he pulled back to my nipple, he suckled before pulling back completely with a small pop.
My hands were in his hair, my head thrown back against the tile.
I wasn’t aware my eyes were closed until Caleb demanded I open them. I did, looking down as he took my other breast into his mouth, showing it the same attention.
I wanted his mouth lower. I wanted to feel his tongue against my clit, his thick fingers inside me. I wanted…
For him to not stand up and cease all activity.
My groan of displeasure had another chuckle coming from him.
“Shower, Syd. You’re dirty.”
He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him, laying a kiss on my forehead. When I pulled away and looked down, I noticed that his erection was an angry purple-red.
“Yeah, Chief, I’m hurtin’.” He turned me so my back was to him. I arched my back to rub against him, needing this to finish. “No, Syd…” His hands reached around me, sliding down my stomach, lower still, until his fingers brushed my sensitive clit. His front moved away from my back, but the head of his cock still pulsed gently against me.
“I’m going to lay you down.” His fingers circled gently, not quite where I wanted them. “I’m going to spread you out.” His fingers brushed back from my clit, now circling my entrance. “I’m going to eat you the fuck out.” He pressed his palm hard against me and I pushed my head into his shoulder. “Then I’ll get my pleasure. After you’ve fallen apart by my mouth, only then will I sink into you.” He rubbed his palm in a hard circle over the nub before taking his hand away completely. “Watching my redheaded pixie fall apart will be fucking glorious.”
With that, he turned us and put me directly under the water stream.
And proceeded to wash my hair.
His fingers massaged gently into my scalp and I closed my eyes in bliss.
“How’s your head feeling?” he asked softly.
“So much better,” I moaned as I tilted my head in his hands.
Caleb chuckled before pulling me back under the spray to rinse my hair, ending the moment with a kiss to my shoulder.
This man continued to surprise me at every turn.
Caleb
Stopping when things were getting heated wasn’t an easy feat, but I was damn proud I did it. Not because it showed her what awesome restraint I had, but because part of me still worried this was too much for her. Don’t get me wrong, since the moment she gave the green light, she’d been matching me pace for pace, but I’d be damned if she woke up in the morning and regretted a m
oment of our time together.
Like I said earlier, for the first time in my life, or at least a long time, I would be content with hands and mouths tonight. Being with Sydney was about more than sex.
I liked her organization. I liked her never ending thought processes. I liked her smiles, her laughter, her teasing.
Fuck the show. I didn’t want to do it in the first place.
I was going to get through the next month and then I would go right back to where I wanted to be—Sydney’s arms.
But first, tonight.
I stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, wrapping it low around my hips before grabbing another. When Sydney stepped out in her wet, naked glory, I wrapped a second towel around her shoulders and pulled her in, loving when she buried her nose to my chest.
My cock had calmed down a little as we were cleaning up, but with her running her nose up and down my chest, it was quickly coming back to full force.
I was completely at war with my body. God, I wanted to sink into her heat.
Before I could drop the towel from around her, Sydney stepped back, moving her arms so she could wrap the fabric under her arms instead, tucking an end near her arm.
“Do you have a brush?”
“Um.” I didn’t bring a brush personally, but maybe… I walked to the vanity and started pulling open drawers. This suite had been stacked; surely they had everything imaginable available.
Finally, I hit pay dirt and pulled out a plastic bristled brush. “Will this work?”
With a nod, she took it from me. I watched in the mirror as she brushed out her long locks while I simply finger combed my own. I was going to need a haircut. I was sure that would all be figured out before Monday.
Fucking Monday.
When the brush hit the counter hard, my eyes snapped to Sydney’s in the mirror. Her brows were up and that mischievous look was on her face again. “So are we finishing this or what?”
With that, she dropped her towel and left the room.
I had to stop giving her head starts.
I let her get upstairs before following her, keeping my towel on for the trek. I wasn’t sure where I’d find her, kneeling, laying down, standing. All started their own quick fantasies in my head, but I knew I would be happy with any one of the scenarios.
When my eyes cleared the landing, a few steps to go, my question was answered. She was standing beside the bed, a hand on her hip and the other brushing against her collar bone.
“Took you long enough.”
“Had to give you time to change your mind,” I answered, finally on the same level as her. I stepped closer, still keeping the towel tied around my hips. It was work, but I kept my eyes on her amber ones. In my periphery, I noted her stiff nipples, one foot on top of the other, bringing her knees knocking together. I also noticed that she had pulled the comforter off the bed and it was thrown half-assed on the floor.
But my eyes were locked with hers as I moved closer to her.
Sydney matched my steps and soon she was up against me. Her bare breasts brushed my stomach and I could feel her hands at the top of the towel. When she rose up on tiptoes, her nipples dragged up my chest and I had to bite down on my lip to keep from grabbing her, tossing her down, and entering her roughly.
One hand behind my neck, the other between our bodies.
“I’m not changing my mind,” she whispered, just as she loosened the towel, allowing it to fall. The moment my lips met hers, she had a hand wrapped around my cock, and this time I wasn’t about to stop it. Her small hands gripped me expertly, having learned quickly from our shower rendezvous where I liked a good squeeze, a solid twist. Her hand pumped me up and down all while my mouth ravaged hers. I walked us back, my hands roaming her back and sides, until she sat at the edge of the bed.
Sydney let go of me long enough to crawl back and sprawl out, a happy smile on her face. My own grin was crooked as I crawled over her. I hooked my hand under her side and turned us so I was on my back with her above me.
Her knees bracketed my hips and her core was settled right on top of my aching cock. I crunched up in order to pull her down to me, loving when she feverishly kissed me before I could start it. Her hips moved slowly over my erection, back and forth in a slow dance, while her hands were over my shoulders, down my arms, over to my sides and finally resting on my chest.
I put my own hands over her ass, grabbing handfuls. My hands easily took over each cheek; she was so tiny in comparison to me. With my guidance, she continued to grind over me. She only stilled when I let go of one cheek, my fingers sliding further down until they found her warm, wet entrance.
Her mouth froze over mine and she passed a breathy moan between us.
“I want my mouth here,” I whispered against her lips, my finger tracing her opening.
“God, Caleb…”
She squeezed those amber eyes shut on me and pressed her forehead to mine. I reached further still, pushing the tip of my finger into her. I watched as she squeezed her eyes shut tighter and her mouth opened just slightly.
“I think you want it too.” I kept my voice low, almost afraid that at a regular volume, everything would shatter around us.
“Yes. Yes, Caleb.” Her eyes opened again and I stared into their amber depths, her pupils wide and round with her arousal. I squeezed her ass and removed my finger from her core, moving the now unoccupied hand to her back. My hand spanned her back and I flipped us easily. I let my hands linger, my thumb brushing up and down her spine and my other hand kneading the soft flesh of her best curve.
I pressed another kiss to her lips before trailing kisses down, between her breasts, over her sternum, lingering at her belly button. I dipped my tongue and watched as her stomach quivered under me.
Her hands were loosely holding the sheets by her hips and I watched as they tightened when I moved my mouth to right over her hip bone. Curious, I gently scraped my lower teeth up over the skin there, ending in an open mouth kiss just at the dip of her waist.
I let my mouth linger in that spot, rubbing my rough chin over the spot I was willing to bet was another tickle spot of hers. Still she didn’t say anything but the tightening of her stomach was telling me what I wanted to know. I nibbled lightly over her hip bone until her hand moved to fist into my hair.
“No more, Caleb,” she said on a breathy moan.
“What’s wrong, you don’t like it?” I taunted, continuing my nibbling.
Sydney rose up to her elbow, allowing her to look down at me. Her other hand was still in my hair so she was slightly twisted, exposing the spot even more for my mouth.
I nibbled once more, my lips fighting a grin. Her legs started to scissor below me and she let go of my hair to push at my forehead, pushing me away.
“That tickles, ok!”
Her face was twisted in a half grin so I knew she wasn’t mad. Loving her reactions, I nipped one more time but Sydney went to prove it was one time too many. Her scissoring legs nearly had her knee colliding with my balls. I rolled off her quickly, cupping myself.
“Watch your knees, woman!”
Sydney was laughing as she collapsed back to the bed, one arm thrown out so her hand dangled over the edge. With her other hand, she sought out mine, wrapping our fingers together.
“I told you I was ticklish,” she said when her laughing finally died down. Before I could even guess her intentions, which I should have, she was twisted over and her quick fingers were pinching at my side. “Payback’s a bitch, right? That’s what you said earlier?”
I grabbed for her wrist, my other hand gripping hers, and grinned while I pinned her back to the bed. “Oh, yeah, baby. Payback’s a real bitch.” I let go of her but pointed a finger at her. “Keep your hands to yourself, Chief.”
Sassy minx that she was, Sydney leaned up and sucked my finger into her mouth. My balls tightened, drawing close to my body with the simple act. When her tongue wrapped around the digit, I groaned. “Fuck, Syd.” I pulled my finger fr
om her mouth and went back to kneeling between her legs.
“Behave, woman.”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a mock salute.
I grinned, shaking my head. I leaned down so my mouth was where I wanted it to be, muttering ‘smartass’ close enough to her that she would be able to feel my breath over her sensitive folds. I placed my hand over her mound, her soft, short curls against my palm, as I held her open for my mouth with my thumb and index finger.
Not giving her room to reply, I ran my tongue flat over her, from her entrance to her clit. There, I closed my mouth over the small bud and gave her pulsing sucks.
“Caleb…” Listening as her voice went from laughter to breathy desire was quickly becoming one of my favorite sounds.
I continued to suck at her, moving from her clit to dipping my tongue in her. I ate at her, loving every noise she made above me. I flicked my tongue over her clit just as I slid a single finger into her waiting body. She was fucking soaked. My finger slid in easily.
She squeezed her muscles around the intruding digit but that didn’t stop me from turning my hand so it was palm up, curling my finger up into her inner walls, slowly pushing it in and out.
Both of her hands were in my hair now, holding my face to her. I wrapped my free arm around the back of her thigh and put her leg over my shoulder, opening her up more to my greedy mouth. I added a second finger to her tight, slick channel just as I bit down gently, trapping her clit between my teeth.
Her hands that were fisted in my hair tightened. “Fucking A.” Her back arched, exposing her neck. I let go of her clit so I could watch her reactions, enthralled with them. I wanted to see her eyes as she flew, but her eyes were pinched tight, her mouth open as she panted unevenly. I pushed my fingers in and out of her, quickening the pace as I listened to the wet, slick suction, just before she shattered. Her hips bore down as her free leg drew up, her knee squeezing to my shoulder. I could feel the heel of her other foot draw up my back to rest between my shoulders.
