Circles and Figure Eights

Circles and Figure Eights

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He grabbed my ass the moment he walked in.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”


“Yes,” Jack said. He kissed the back of my neck, and I felt a shiver shoot up my spine.

“What have you been thinking?”

I stirred the beef stew I’d been tending for hours. I’d had a lot to do that day, so I’d put on something that could cook low and slow.

“Dirty things. Very, very, dirty things.”

He wrapped his arms around me from behind and splayed his hands, so that his fingertips brushed the top of my sex. I shut my eyes and soaked in his embrace. It seemed like heat emanated from his fingertips and trickled down into the spot between my thighs. My pussy grew warm, and when I shifted, I realized, wet. How had he done that?

I laughed. “What dirty things?”

“Oh, I don’t know. All kinds of dirty things. Sucking on those nipples of yours for starters. Did you know when I do the left one, hard, you make this noise like — ”

I swatted him. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“Oh, God. You’re so shy about this stuff.”

I felt a blush creep into my cheeks and shook my head. “Go on. What else?”

“Oh…” His hands slid down, and he cupped my pussy with one hand through my faded sweatpants. “Eating this pussy. I mean, making you come so hard you do that thing where you take both hands and push me away.”

I laughed again. I knew exactly what he meant.

“And then pushing your legs high and wide the way I like, and plunging into you full speed until you’re coming and gushing.”

I was having trouble standing still.

“And then flipping you over and sliding my dick into your ass.”

A spear of excitement bolted through me. “Yeah?”

I tried to sound nonchalant, but my voice betrayed me.

He turned me in his arms and kissed my mouth. It was a hard kiss, a deep kiss — a possessive kiss.

“Yeah,” Jack whispered in my ear, and I shivered from head to toe.

“Take me upstairs.”

“But the stew — ”

“Let it stew.” I took his hand.

Upstairs, he undressed me. He took his time and made me suffer. I was practically wriggling with anticipation.

“Jesus, Jack. Please!”

He chuckled. He took his clothes off just as slowly and watched me as I watched him.

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