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“Yes, it’s that and it’s also see-through. I can see your nipples and red panties.”
“Deal with it,” I said as I walked out of the closet and peeled back the blue quilt on the bed.
I knew he was watching me and bent over to plump the pillows, jutting out my lace clad ass before I slid into bed. Oliver joined me a few minutes later only wearing a pair of black form fitting boxers.
We were both wound tight as a spring and it was only a matter of time before we both boiled over and I ended up naked underneath him. I switched on the flat screen television on the wall, pulling away the remote when Oliver grabbed for it.
“Can you please switch to the financial news for a minute?” he asked.
“No. It’s Friday and that’s work,” I protested.
“Just a few minutes,” Oliver begged.
“No. I don’t want to deal with anything business or work related.”
Just to be a brat, I switched on some reality show that I knew he hated. He propped his pillows against the headboard and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Ryleigh, please?”
I waved him away with my hand. “Next commercial.”
“Now.”
“Check your phone. I know you have all those stock apps on it.”
He was quick but not quick enough, trying to snatch the remote out of my hand. I pulled it away, holding it over the floor so he couldn’t reach. He was leaning over me and bent down to suck my nipples. I gasped as I pushed his mouth away.
“Stop that. Play fair!” I demanded.
He chuckled. “Oh, we’re playing now?”
“You seem to be.”
“Works for me.”
He shoved the covers off, hopped between my legs and tugged at my panties.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m hungry and I’d like to start with dessert first. Lift your hips.”
When I didn’t comply, he tugged harder until the lace tore, discarding the red scraps on the floor.
“Stop destroying my panties!” I yelled.
“Then honor my requests.”
I kept switching the channels as he dipped down and took a long stroke of my clit with his tongue. I wanted to cry out, but I held it in. He pushed my leg to the side and inserted a finger - still I kept quiet. It was a war of wills. Oliver kept watching my face which I tried to keep passive. He circled my swollen nub with the tip of his tongue while finger fucking me. I was quickly losing control.
My belly was burning as I grew closer to orgasm and I bit my lip to hold in another moan. Oliver was trying his best to get me to make noise. He continued to lash his tongue over me until I dropped the remote, arched my back and cried out his name as my orgasm ripped through me.
“That’s my girl.”
I fell back to the bed, boneless but not sated. The only thing that would satisfy my need was his cock. As if reading my mind, he removed his hands from me, got off the bed and pushed off his boxers. His rigid penis was bobbing against his belly as he gripped it in his fist and pumped. I watched him as he climbed on the bed, opening my legs wider to accommodate him.
“Ready for me,” he said as he stroked himself.
“You know I am.”
