“That hits the spot. It’s really good, Syd.” I basically inhale my bowl and go back for seconds. Sydney eyes me with pride and gets up to refill my lemonade. I can’t wait to have this meal on cold winter nights by the fireplace with her.
After I’m sufficiently stuffed and have praised her cooking from here to the moon, I pick up our bowls and take them to the sink.
“Dishwasher clean or dirty?”
“It’s dirty. I didn’t have a full load yet. Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.” She stands to come take the bowls from me.
“Sit. You took care of me. This is the least I can do.”
“That’s straight up sexy,” she says breathily. This turns her on. Interesting…
I reach into a drawer and grab a hand towel, making sure to snap it before throwing it over my shoulder. I glance over my shoulder. Yeah, she’s still looking.
“Dish cubes under here?” I reach down slowly to the cupboard under the sink, bending so she can admire my assthrough my athletic shorts. I give another quick glance. She’s biting her lip, so I give her a sensual smile. I finish loading the dishwasher and start it. There’s one pan that can’t be put in there, so I do that one by hand. I “accidentally” splash a little on my shirt.
“Oops,” I say coyly before removing my shirt and continuing my task. A frustrated sigh fills the kitchen. I look back over my shoulder to see her thinking very hard about whether or not she wants to interrupt me. I finish my task and pick up the towel to dry my hands, then throw it back over my shoulder before leaning back against the countertop.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?” I cock my brow suggestively at her. I want to hear her say it. I recall telling her that I wanted a detailed description of all the dirty things she wants me to do to her, and it’s been too long since I’ve been inside her. Her eyes are boiling with desire. “I want details, so I can do the job right.”
She gulps.
“Carry me upstairs, big boy.”
Thatta girl.
Chapter 17
Colin
Isaunter up to her seductively and throw the towel down on the table. Placing my hands on either side of her hips on the chair, I press, flexing my biceps while caging her in before licking the seam of her parted lips oh so gently. A little pant puffs against my lips, and I smile as her hands trace up my bulging biceps to my pecs, then up and down my abs. I kiss her, sucking in her bottom lip with a soft moan and notice the slight tremble of her body. I slide my hands under her to lift and cup her ass, then hoist her up to me the rest of the way.
“Wrap those legs around me tight.”
She sighs when she feels my hard cock pressing against her core in all the right places. I take her mouth again, carrying her through the downstairs while turning off lights as we make our way to the stairs. I make it to her room and toss her on the bed. She lands with a little “oomph”. After turning on the lamp, I stand back to remove the rest of my clothing, taking time to foldit all up and lay it in the chair. I run my palm down my abs and stroke my length a few times for her. She looks hungry.I love it.
“What would you like, baby?”
She bites her lip again and presses her thighs together.
“Keep doing that,” she pants and starts removing her shirt and pants. Stroking nice and slow, I watch as she unclasps her bra and her gorgeous tits bounce free. She runs her fingers across them, and I rumble deep from my chest with appreciation.
“Are those gorgeous tits begging for my touch?”
She nods as she licks her middle finger and slides it beneath her panties, spreading her legs wide.Fuck, what a tease.I growl with impatience.
“I want to see.”
Sydney pulls her hand out and slides her panties off, tossing them at my feet before spreading wide again. I groan as she licks that finger again and circles her clit before sliding to her slick entrance and back up to circle again.
“More,” I command, and she obliges, this time dipping her finger inside before coming back to circle her clit again. My insides clench with desire.
I quit stroking and walk to the bed, sliding a hand from her ankle all the way up her inner thigh, enjoying the sight of her dipping then circling, dipping then circling. I let my thumb graze up her outer lip, slipping as it comes back down. I repeat the movement with my other hand sliding up her other leg until both of my thumbs are rubbing up and down her outer pussy lips as she dips and circles. I lower my knees to the floor so that I have the best view in the house. She’s panting with excitement and begins to pump her finger in and out. The movement against my thumbs feels so dirty, it sends chills up my spine.
“What do you want now?” My breath stutters out of me.
“I want your tongue on my clit.”
A deep rumble of approval leaves the back of my throat.