Sexy Jerk(45)

With my ex, sex was always on the fly, squeezed in here or there. I was young when we met, and still worried that I was too promiscuous, so I held back. Not that it mattered, most of the time we were like two ships that passed in the night. He came to bed when I got up.

With Nick, it's different. I like the routine he and I have created. The time we have carved out to be together in both the morning and the night.

It's nice.

Makes me feel wanted.

Horny, I push myself back, rubbing my ass against his groin. In response, he squeezes me harder, but doesn't say anything. I do it again, and then one more time.

The stubble of his jaw slides over my shoulder and then his hot mouth is in my ear. "Good morning."

I push myself back again and feel the hardness of his cock against me. "Good morning," I respond.

"What are you doing?" he asks, nipping at my ear.

"You're a smart man, I think you can figure that out."

He peers over my shoulder toward the clock. "It's early. Go back to sleep for another hour."

I push myself back against him again. "I can't."

He rests his head on my shoulder. "Why not?"

I twist around to look at him. "I can't stop thinking about what you said last night, and I keep dreaming about it."

His sleepy eyes blink a few times. "About seeing where things go?"

I shake my head. "No, about the way you wanted to make up with me."

A gorgeous smile spreads across his full lips.

"But if you're too tired, I can just take care of myself."

In a beat, he has me on my back, my arms pinned over my head, and he's hovering over me. "There will be no masturbating without me present to watch."

I look at him incredulously. "I don't think so."

He presses his growing erection into me. "I mean it. I want to know if I'm not satisfying you."

I stare up. "Sometimes it has nothing to do with that. Sometimes the itch just arises."

"Then if we're not together, call me."

I consider this. "If I can't masturbate on my own, then neither can you."

He lets go of my arms and both his brows lift. "Tess, a man's needs are different."

I rise slightly. "That is so not true." 

"It is. I usually have one in the shower every morning if," he pauses, "you know?"

"If you haven't gotten laid the night before."

"Yeah," he says sheepishly.

"I guess you'll just have to change your morning routine then. Go for a longer run. Do a couple hundred push-ups. Whatever it takes to scratch the itch."

He stares down at me. "You really are a little vixen."

"Call me whatever you want," I say, "but what is fair is fair."

"Fine," he mutters.

"Good, now that that is settled, should I take care of myself, or would you like to help a girl out?"

He rolls onto his back and lifts his hips, kicking off his boxers.

I stare at him. At all his glory.

"Take your panties off," he growls.

I love when he does that.

Still smirking, I stand up and strip.

He scoots down on the bed so his feet hang off and then holds out his hand. "Crawl up and put your knees on either side of my head."

I should be mortified, but I am way too turned on to care about things like embarrassment or shyness.

When I am up on my knees, his hands go to my ass. "Now use your hands and spread your pussy wide for me," he commands in a low voice that rumbles with the sexiest sounds of sleepiness.

I stare down at him, a little uncertain. This is something I have never done.

"If you spread yourself for me, I can get to all of you. Don't worry, you'll love it when I lick my tongue all over every inch of your beautiful pink pussy, and then I'll love it even more when you come all over my face."

His dirty words penetrate deep within me and not only does my clit pulse, but my nipples peak in arousal.

Immediately, I part myself with my fingers and lower myself down. Almost instantly, his tongue makes contact with me. I jerk and buck slightly, but Nick quickly slides his hands from my ass to my hips and pulls me back down onto his mouth.

He eats me like he's a starving man. Licking, sucking, and sliding his tongue inside me and all around me. Before I know it, I'm almost out of my mind with excitement. My arms are grabbing onto the headboard, and I'm moaning, biting down on my lip to keep quiet.

And then he inserts his fingers in and out of my pussy until they are soaked, and soon he slides them between my ass cheeks and parts me there, like I'd parted my pussy. His wet finger teasing and rimming my opening. When he pushes inside the tiniest bit, I lose all control.

My orgasm slams into me and I explode into a giant ball of fire.

Once the last of my tremors fizzle out, I scoot back and sit on his torso, and then I look down. "Oh, my God."