“Hmm?”
“Would you mind terribly if I took a peek at your cock?”
His eyes snapped open. Throat dry, he nodded.
Sandy’s fingers played at the hem of the towel before finally peeling it aside. His cock sprung out, huge and jutting up, smooth and light-colored. She gasped and made appreciative noises, her hand hovering at the edges.
Then she took a deep breath, smiled brightly at him and continued massaging his legs.
Disappointment rushed inside him that she didn’t bite, and he closed his eyes to hide it. She’d been heavily flirting with him, after all, but maybe she’d just been teasing.
The disappointment evaporated when he felt something graze his cock, light and soft. It was fleeting and he ignored it at first, but it happened again. Then again, and again, and the idea that it was a coincidence left the window as he realized what it was. Philip’s eyes flew open in shock. He was right. It was her nipples grazing his cock, and from her thin top, he now realized that she wore no bra.
And she was aroused, based on how pebbled the tips were.
She still kept massaging his legs, at the same time letting her tits sway back and forth against his shaft. He bit his lip as sensation after sensation lit him up, and his hands itched until they were on her straps.
Sandy didn’t stop him when he slid a strap down, almost casually, exposing one bare breast to his gaze. It was rounder than he’d imagined and capped with a taut golden nipple, which she repeatedly rubbed against his cock. He let his fingers accidentally-on-purpose graze it back, not missing her soft gasp.
Then even that was not enough, as she still kept teasing her tits against him. He had to have a taste. Sandy gave a start as he yanked the other strap down, exposing both tits now. Then she was moaning as he yanked her to his lap, burying his face between her cleavage.
His control gone; Philip pulled her in for a hard kiss.
CHAPTER SIX
There was no greater feeling than a willing woman in one’s arms and said woman responding to your ministrations with soft, pleasurable moans. It only served to drive Philip’s cock harder, so hard that he was aching with the thought of burying himself inside her. She seemed to like this idea as she ground against his erection.
Philip kissed her deeply and felt her respond. Their tongues tangled in a hot pursuit of each other, and her nipples scraped deliciously against his chest. Unable to help himself, he let his hands wander towards them, his thumbs massaging their softness and pulling at her tips insistently. She seemed to love that and cried out in response, begging him to stop teasing her.
With a dark chuckle, Philip lowered his head and took one in his mouth, sucking on the stiffened bud and loving how her cries grew louder. She was so huge and round, and he imagined his cock fitting right inside her cleavage as he fucked her there.
As if he read her mind, Sandy softly bit his earlobe. “Do anything you want with me.”
Philip groaned and rolled them over until she was lying on her back on the table, and he was standing up. Her eyes followed the movement of his body, then his cock, mouth opening unconsciously as he positioned himself in front of her face. Chocolate eyes glazed over before she was pressing her breasts together with her hands, looking up at him expectantly.
Philip groaned again as he positioned his cock between her cleavage, slowly sliding in. He was so wet with pre-cum that there was no need for lubrication, and he slid to the end easily. Her cavern felt so tight, so he took his time, sliding in and out of her as she kept squeezing her tits together. It felt so good, so new, and he did his best to whisper to her how good she was and how fantastic she felt around him. She gave him a sweet smile and asked him to go faster, so he did—pounding into her cleavage and watching her tits bounce up and down. Eventually, he couldn’t just watch anymore—his hands went there to squeeze along with hers, teasing her nipples to stiff peaks and watching her writhe below him. It was obvious she was enjoying this as much as him, and he watched one of her hands sneak down under her panties, touching herself.
Then Philip felt it—something slick and hot sliding all over the base of his cock, wrapping around him. It was her tongue, teasing him with laps while he continued fucking her tits.
The sensation was too much. Philip told her he was coming, not entirely sure if she wanted him to come on her chest. She solved his dilemma by rolling on her hands and knees, where she proceeded to catch his seed just in time—inside her mouth, as she swallowed him halfway through and sucked on him. His climax hit him violently, and she eagerly took in every drop until he was dry. When she was done, Sandy laughed as she watched his cock, still semi-erect.
His eyes darkened, and he was pulling her again towards him for a hard kiss. Philip complimented her on her banging body and eagerness, and Sandy suggested that maybe they should take it to the next level.
There was no need to tell him twice.
Because there wasn’t enough space on the massage table, they decided to do it on the floor instead, transferring the mattress there. Sandy removed her top, her tits bouncing, and shimmied out of her shorts and panties. Her ass was so perky, and her pussy was shaved bare, giving him a glimpse of golden pussy when she bent down on all fours and turned her head to give him a come-hither look.
With a groan, Philip dropped down and lay on the floor, sliding his head between her spread legs. Then he used his fingers to spread her pussy further, groaning when he found her soaked.
He licked her—gently at first, then using pressure as he found out what she liked based on her moans. Sandy was a very responsive woman, and soon he was plunging his tongue deep inside her, but still taking his time. Her cries of pleasure increased when he added his fingers in—and still, he took his time, gauging her responses.
Finally, it was too much for Sandy. She throatily told him she was coming before exploding right on his face. He sucked her juices up, finding the taste different.
By now his cock was hard again, and he didn’t waste time positioning himself against her entrance. He slid inside her pussy from behind, groaning at the way her muscles still clenched around him from her orgasm. Then he was thrusting in, slow at first before quickening his movements, pounding inside her with no restraints. They were basically fucking like animals, and her encouraging moans told him she loved it. Her tits bounced with his every pounding, and her ass jiggled along with it.
Sandy tossed her head up and gave one keening moan. Then she exploded around his cock again, more intensely than her first, clenching so tight that he had to grit his teeth. White hot sensation filled him, and he pounded and pounded until he was the one exploding, too. With a shout, he gripped her tits tight, holding on for leverage, as he spilled all his cum on her. The sight of their whiteness against her golden skin only intensified his climax.
It was the best sex he’d had in a long time, and Sandy vocally told him so, too. He grinned at her and grazed his teeth on her shoulder, loving the way her shoulder shivered. She really was gorgeous.
And he couldn’t wait to ask her to come back to his hotel so he could continue to fuck her all night long.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When the weekend was done, Philip had to fly over to Illinois for another business trip, which left Kathryn at home with no husband and missing him so much. She distracted herself with work and met with clients who wanted new interior designs for some renovations. Philip called her every night to catch up and check on her, and the gesture was sweet and sexy at the same time.
Something changed—she could tell it by how extra sweet he was on the phone, and how he seemed to want to stay on the line longer than the perfunctory time. They talked about their trips except for their sexual escapades, and it was surprising how much they both enjoyed their vacations so much apart from each other. But Philip’s voice took an intimate tone when he told her he missed her and couldn’t wait to see her, and she couldn’t help the shiver from running down her spine at the anticipation.
Her fantasies for the rest of the days were made of her husband, and she imagined the body that she missed every day that he was gone—his tall, well-muscled build, and the tan that made his skin just the right shade in her eyes. Then there were his intense green eyes, and that mouth that could turn soft or hard depending on his mood. Philip had particularly big hands with long fingers, and she imagined those fingers on her at night, which in turn made her feel hot and tingly. She would end up touching herself, but not giving herself release as she wanted him to be the one to do it.
Finally, after a week, she heard the knock on their front door. Kathryn opened it wearing only her flimsiest lingerie, making sure to highlight the swell of her cleavage and tousling her hair carelessly.
She didn’t miss the way his eyes lit up at the sight of her. Then they darkened almost immediately, hungry gaze taking her in from head to toe, an intensity in them that left her breathless. He hadn’t looked at her like this in a long time, and it made her throb.
Then she noticed the flowers in his hand—a gorgeous bouquet of exotic flowers in purples and reds. He handed it to her, his fingers brushing hers and making heat shoot up her belly.
“You look absolutely beautiful,” he said, his voice low and rough—like he was having trouble breathing. He stepped forward and engulfed her in a hug, pressing his body against hers and nuzzling her neck affectionately. Then he kissed her, right there on the doorstep, and the kiss was so hungry that she staggered back. Philip was shutting the door with his foot and leading them inside, and the bulge that was pressing against her stomach made her moan out loud.