Page 49 of Knot So Social

I nod. “Yeah, I wanted to see you.”

She straightens up, revealing a black lacy corset that I don’t recall seeing before.

“Pretty,” I murmur, my dick and my heart both thrilling at the same time. “Is all that for me?”

Tracey smirks. “Get in the shower and I’ll think about it.”

“Only if you get in with me.”

She rolls her eyes but sets her electric razor down.

I surge forward, not caring that I’m covered in ceiling dust and dried paint fragments. She’s my heart, and I shouldn’t have yelled at her or stayed away.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur into her hair, tugging her to my chest.

She hesitates for a split second, then wraps her arms around my waist. I walk backward into the shower, turning the water on and not caring that it starts cold. It’s 97 degrees outside, and about to be even hotter in here.

Tracey shrieks at the cold water but I lock her against my chest, laughing. The fights, the adjustments, none of it matters when I have this woman. She’s the reason I work so hard, the reason I strive for more in life.

“You’re so cruel!” she sputters, beating her little fists on my chest.

“And you’re so beautiful. How’d I get this lucky?” I cup her face and lean down, the water warming as I seal my mouth to hers. She tastes of toothpaste and her own mild honeysuckle flavor. Plus, something greasier that might be her lunch.

She whimpers and wraps a hand around my neck, tugging my mouth back to hers greedily. The water soaks us, washing away my grime and coating her skin in a smooth film. I slide my hand down over her hip, playing with the drenched corset.

My cock grows, reaching for her and I set my leg between hers so she can feel it.

“I missed you,” I say.

Tracey laughs. “You, or your dick?”

“Both.” I grasp her hips and grind her gently over me. Her hands drift to my shoulders before she lowers herself, rubbing her scantily-clad pussy over my thigh.

“Shit,” I mutter, releasing her to drop my pants.

Just as keen, she peels off my high vis shirt and runs her hands through the soft hair peppering my chest. She leans in and sucks on my nipple, sending a powerful flush of heated blood scooting through my belly.

“Tracey, love,” I groan, gripping the roots of her hair to press her mouth harder to my skin. “I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry.”

She mumbles around my nipple, reaching up to tweak the other.

My dick leaps and I strip the negligee off her shoulders. “Oh, fuck. Use me, sweetheart, like your own personal toy.”

She writhes onto my thigh and I reach around her, searching for a way to release her beautiful body from the corset. With a quick slap, she ends my quest, shifting my hand to between her legs instead. The gusset pops open as I release the tiny press studs there, baring her pussy to me.

I groan as I run a knuckle over her hairless lips. She’s already swollen for me.

“I need to get my cock inside you,” I rasp, massaging lightly.

She huffs, spraying water across my shoulder. “First things first, Joel.”

I know, I can’t rush her pleasure, but fuck if I don’t want to ruin her right now.

“Okay, babe.”

Tracey’s skin heats under my hand, fluttering lightly. I turn my wrist and press my finger up, searching for her clit. She moans and grips my shoulders tightly. I lean in and kiss her throat and under her ears, listening to her broken breathing for every hint of what she’s enjoying most.

Her pleasure becomes my entire focus, the throbbing in my balls a distant echo as I touch her everywhere I can reach. When she’s panting and writhing, I dip my finger between her pussy lips, her moans lubricating my soul.