“Whatever you want, darlin’.” As long as Lynn was touching me, I didn’t care where it was.
“I love this tattoo,” she whispered. Her finger trailed over the brightly colored tribal work that started on my stomach and drifted down my right hip.
That was now my favorite tattoo. Anything Lynn loved, I loved, too. As long as she kept touching me.
She worked my jeans down my hips and tugged them ‘til my dick popped out and bobbed in front of her. She wrapped her hand around it and tipped her head back to look at me. She licked her lips and stroked me.
“Fucking hell, Lynn,” I grunted.
“You like that?” she whispered.
I fucking loved it. “Does my dick make you wet, darlin’?” I growled.
She nodded. “Yes,” she hissed. “I like knowing I’m the reason why you’re rock hard.”
I reached up and cupped my hand to her neck. She stroked my dick harder, and I pushed my fingertips into the side of her neck. I pressed my thumb to her mouth, and she opened for me. “Suck,” I ordered.
She wrapped her lips around my thumb and sucked hard.
A soft hand tightened around my dick, and her other hand cupped my balls. She moved up onto her knees, and her eyes connected with mine.
“So fucking beautiful,” I moaned.
I dropped my hand, and she pressed her lips to mine. My hands moved to the waistband of her pants, and I pushed them down in one swift tug. I cupped her pussy and parted her wet lips. “Is this for me?” I growled.
My fingers brushed against her clit, and she moaned loudly.
“Yes, it’s yours,” she gasped. Her hand faltered on my dick, and she closed her eyes.
“Eyes open, and don’t let your hand stop moving,” I ordered.
Her eyes snapped open, and her hand stroked my dick up and down.
With each stroke, my fingers moved against her clit. “Do you want me, Lynn?” I growled.
“Darlin’,” she whispered. “Call me darlin’.”
I growled deep and pressed my lips to hers. We fell back onto the bed, a tangle of arms and legs. I kicked off my pants the rest of the way and managed to remove Lynn’s. My hands fumbled with the clasp of her bra, but I finally got it off and sailed it across the room.
“You like throwing my clothes,” she laughed.
I laughed and trailed kisses across her collarbone. “They’re in the way. The further away they are, the more likely you are to stay naked.”
“Good reasoning,” she giggled. She arched her back and pressed her breasts up to me.
I rolled her nipple between my fingers while my tongue snaked around the other.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
Lynn was so responsive. The other night when we were together, I thought maybe it was because of the booze, but she was much soberer right now, and she was reacting the same. It was like one touch, and her body was on fire for me.
Lynn was doing crazy things to my ego.
Her hands delved into my hair, and she tugged gently. “I can’t wait,” she whispered. “I need you.”
I didn’t need to hear another word.
Lynn spread her legs, and I fell between them. My dick slipped between the lips of her pussy, and a guttural moan ripped from my mouth. This was fucking perfect.
The walls of her pussy squeezed around me as I slipped in and out. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues danced together while our bodies became one.
“Faster,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop.”
Nothing could make me stop. “Never.”
“Zephyr.” My name fells from her lips, and her eyes closed.
I buried my face in her neck and fought back the urge to explode right then and there. “Come for me, darlin’. I can’t take much more.”
Five minutes in, and I was ready to go off like a fifteen-year-old having sex for the first time.
Lynn cocked her legs open wide and dug her heels into the bed. “Take me, Zephyr,” she gasped.
A moan ripped from her lips, and she scored her nails down my back. The walls of her pussy squeezed the fuck out of my dick, and her body convulsed beneath me. I fell over the edge and emptied my balls deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her but felt her body shake.
“Why are you laughing?” I asked.
She snorted and ran her fingers down my back. “Because right when you came, someone knocked on the front door.”
“What?” Who in the hell would be knocking on the front door? And how in the hell did I not hear it.
“The pizza,” Lynn laughed. “It’s at the door.”
“Oh, fuck.” I rolled off Lynn and off the bed. “Where the hell are my pants?” I couldn’t remember if I took them off here or in the living room.
Lynn sat up and pulled the blanket over her chest. “Well, you were into throwing our clothes everywhere, so I really don’t know.”
A knock sounded on the door again.
“Fuck it.” If I didn’t answer the door, he was going to leave.
“What are you doing?” Lynn asked.
I stalked out of the bedroom, naked as fuck, and headed to the front door. “Getting you your pizza before they leave.”
“You’re naked!”
Oh, I fucking knew I was naked. The pizza delivery guy was about to get an eye full. “Keep your ass in that bed, woman. I’m eating pizza off your ass.”
Her laughter floated from the bedroom. “How are you going to pay for it?”
“Fuck.”
“There’s a fifty in a cup by the fridge.” Lynn could barely talk because she was laughing so hard.
I stepped into the kitchen, spotted the cup with money, and grabbed a fifty. “I’m paying you back.”
“I would hope so,” she giggled. “A man should pay for the pizza if he plans to eat it off someone’s ass.”
I swung open the front door and kept my lower half behind it. “Sup?”
The pizza guy spun around with the pizza in her hand. “Whoa, dude. I was just about to leave.”
“I was busy.” I thrust the fifty toward him and grabbed the box. “Keep the change.”
The kid grabbed the bill, and his jaw dropped. “Dude, it’s only eighteen dollars.”
I swung the door shut in his face and flipped the lock. “Keep it,” I called to him.
“Sweet!” he bellowed from the other side of the door.
I flipped off the lights in the living room and kitchen and headed back to the bedroom.
“Did you just tip that kid over one hundred percent?” Lynn laughed.
“Did you really think I was going to wait around while he got change?”
Lynn grabbed the pizza box, and I climbed back in bed.
“I shut down the house.”
She opened the pizza box and moaned. “This looks amazing.” She grabbed a slice and took a huge bite. “And what do you mean you shut down the house?”
“Shut off the lights and locked the door.”
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “That must be biker speak, huh? Also, you think you’re staying the night?”
I grabbed a slice and laid back on the pillows. “Yeah.”
“What happened to whatever I want?” she asked.