It’s only been half a day since I was in her bed, but it’s felt like an eternity of torture. Of waiting to be inside her again.
So, no, I am not going to stop so we can talk.
Talk can come later. Much, much, much later.
I drag my tongue up to her clit, and her whole body trembles. God, I love the effect my mouth has on her. I circle her soft, little button with my lips and suck.
Her moan fills my ears and fills the room. My cock twitches, demanding attention, still wet from being inside her.
I wrap my lips around her clit even tighter and pull it away from her.
“Fuck, Brad. Holy fuck, where did you learn to do that? No, don’t tell me, just don’t stop doing it.”
I pull my mouth away from her just long enough to say, “I wasn’t going to stop, baby, not until your come fills my mouth. I want you to taste your wetness on my lips.”
Her hands come down to dig into my hair and she pushes my mouth against her pussy.
Sweet, little, sexy nymph. Her body is humming with need. Everything she does cries out how much she needs to come.
And I’m going to make her, right now.
Flicking her clit hard and fast, I ram two fingers into her pussy, curling them up and feeling her G-spot graze against the tips.
“Oh, no. OH MY GOD!” she yells, her legs thrashing around me, her knees clamping then unclamping around my head as her pussy spasms around my fingers.
I move up between her legs and slide my cock into her. Her sweet, tight hole grips hard around me. She’s still in the throes of her orgasm and it’s like she’s milking me. She looks at me through eyes glazed with arousal and she bites her lip. Like a dirty little angel, beckoning me to fuck her like she’s never been fucked.
She wraps her leg around my waist and pulls me in, jamming my cock deep into her as she grinds against me, fucking herself on my cock. How have I been able to survive without this for so long? Any sex before her means nothing now. My body knows only that it’s meant to service her and only her.
“I’m going to come again, Brad.”
“Come with me, baby,” I grunt and grab her calves in my hands. There’s no gentleness about our lovemaking this time. I hold her legs up in the air and ram my cock into her over and over and over. Her screams of climax drive me on until I feel my balls tighten like they’re gripped in a vise, and then release, the come shooting through my cock and into her.
We’d agreed that we were both safe and wanted to feel nothing but my cock inside her.
I can see only stars now as I try to catch my breath, my hips still rocking slowly, dragging my sensitive cock in and out of her as she lies there, her hands on her breasts gently flicking her nipples.
“If you keep doing that, we’re going to miss our bus.”
“There are always taxis,” she points out, her tongue dragging over her bottom lip, making my cock twitch.
“Insatiable wench.”
I collapse on top of her, and this time it’s her hand stroking through my hair.
“You still want to talk?”
“Yes.”
“Now?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want to do this again,” she sighs.
“We still can.”
“I don’t know, Brad. I don’t know. I just want to enjoy it now, even if it’s a mistake.”
My heart sinks at the thought that this might end, and I shake my head to rid the thought. Enjoy it while you can, I tell myself.
A hard knock on the door has us both clamoring from the couch for our clothes.
“Brad! Open the door. I saw you go in there. Have you seen Emily? We gotta go!” Jez yells at me through the door.
“Er, yeah, okay, go look outside. I’ll be out there in a minute,” I yell back at him, covering Butter’s mouth with my hand, stifling her giggles.
“Okay, stop playing with your pecker and let’s go!”
“Fuck off!”
“I’m serious! The next group are here and they want the rooms!”
“I’m coming, jeez!” I roll my eyes and take a breath when I hear his footsteps leaving.
Butter sits back down on the couch and reaches for me, her mouth level with my cock. Looking up at me as her fingers play with the tip, she laughs as it twitches under her touch.
“Hey, he said you had to stop playing, not me. I’m a writer, I’m a stickler for following commands to the letter.”
“Oh, well, in that case, maybe you should keep playing. Teach him to use accurate words.” I let my hand tangle in my hair and guide her head toward me. Her mouth engulfs my cock and I can barely stand as I feel the blood rush to my groin. She’s good. I see I’m going to be taking a lot of taxis in my future.
***
“Where the fuck have you guys been?” Hailey yells at me when we finally appear at the bus.
“Nowhere! Jez couldn’t find Emily so I went looking for her. She’d gone out the wrong exit on the other side of the building,” I lie, trying to look innocent..
“That’s weird…I swear I saw her near the greenrooms with you just after the show.”
“Did you? Maybe time to get your eyes checked. Anyway, what are we waiting for, let’s go!”
“Where’s Ben?” Butter asks, looking around, not seeing him.
“Carrie’s just bringing him back now. They found a cafe with a playground around the corner, so I said he could go for a few minutes while we waited for you. They’re on their way back right now, see?”
We all look in the direction he’s pointing.
I see Carrie and Ben and a third person walking beside them.
“Oh my God,” Emily gasps and she’s turned white. I’ve seen her look like that before, when she’d heard the news about Ben in the hospital. It’s not something I wanted to ever see again.
“What is it?” I ask her.
“It’s…oh my God. What is he doing here?”
“Who?”
“Him.”
I look again. They’re closer now and I can see Ben chatting away, his good hand holding the hand of the third person.
A third person who looks vaguely familiar.
“Mommy! Mommy look who I found!”
“Emily?” I turn back to her, touching her gently on the shoulder. She doesn’t respond. “What is it?”
“Mommy, look!” Ben repeats, now just feet away.