Her nose wrinkles cutely, and her hand comes out to rest on her hip. “Do you have a problem with me having more money than you?”
I reach my hands to her hips and pull her flush against my body. “No. I don’t give a shit if you have no money or a truckload of the stuff. It’s just that I never really thought about it much until I saw all this. All that matters is that I have you.”
“Good, because that’s exactly the way I see it too.” The dark depths of her eyes pull me under.
“Your home is very nice. Are you going to give me a tour?”
Her fingers drag up the back of my head, through the short hair there, and my cock thickens. I love the feel of her nails clawing at my body. “Let’s start with the bedroom,” she announces with a cheeky grin teasing the corners of her glossy lips.
I’m not surprised by her suggestion. I love that my woman craves sex as much as I do. When she gets that glint in her eye and she starts dragging her nails on me, I know that’s exactly what she has on her mind.
She takes my hand and leads me up the steep stairs. “My bedroom is on the first floor, and on the second are the guest rooms. Downstairs is the kitchen and my study. The ground level, as you saw, was the living room and the formal dining.” She finishes speaking as we arrive at the doorway of her bedroom.
A king-size bed draped in a rich gold fabric dominates the room; it’s opulent with a modern twist. To the side of the bed is a small original fireplace, keeping with the ornate cornicing and ceiling rose that are typical of these Victorian townhouses. I like that the room retains some original features. In the corner is a plush armchair with a few items of clothing tossed on it. Again, it looks lived in, rather than like a show home. Katie kicks off her heels and struts across the cream carpet through a doorway. From here, it looks like a walk-in closet with an adjoining bathroom. It’s luxury on a scale I’m not used to.
“Make yourself comfortable. I am,” she calls out from somewhere in her closet. Being in Katie’s world might take some getting used to, but as I told her before, all that matters is that I have her.
I wander in the direction of her muffled voice, wondering what her version of comfortable looks like.
Later that night, we’re lying in her bed. We’ve just made love, and she is snuggled into my side.
I ask, “Do I get to meet my substitute?”
She looks up at me quizzically. “What do you mean? There’s no substitute for you.” The way her painted nail taps me on my bare chest has my cock twitching with interest.
“The vibrator you used when you were missing the real thing. I want to size up the competition.” I waggle my eyebrows at her, and she giggles.
“I never realized you were so insecure. It’s in the top drawer behind you,” she says, pointing.
I stretch back to reach for the set of drawers behind me. “The top drawer, not the bottom one?” I question, my hand soon grabbing hold of the toy.
“Well, things were getting a little frustrating just before the book tour. It needed to be handy.”
I groan. “I think after tonight, it can go back to the bottom drawer.”
She smiles, and I rip the covers back, leaving her naked before me. “Hey! Why’d you do that?” she squeals.
“Because I want to see how this works. Now be a good girl and open for me.”
She spreads her legs wide, her eyes darkening to velvety brown like a decadent seventy-percent chocolate you find only in specialty stores. My eyes run over the mounds of her breasts, down to the valley of her stomach, and farther to the junction of her creamy, smooth thighs.
How did I get to be such a lucky bastard to be able to call her mine?
I switch the vibrator on, clicking up through the settings to the highest. Her pretty pussy is already glistening in the low light of the bedside lamps. Briefly, I touch the hot pink buzzing toy directly on her clit, and her hips jolt up off the bed.
“You seem to like that. Maybe I should be jealous of your toy. Or maybe your toy could become our toy.” The truth is, her reaction is turning me on, and I lift up from the bed so I can see her completely. I touch her again in the same spot but for a few seconds more, and a moan falls from her lips.
Katie continues to track my movements, and each time I touch her, she either nibbles on her bottom lip, clenches her fists, or grinds her hips into the bed on a soft moan. It’s fucking hot being able to see every reaction, small or big, and hear every delicate sound she utters as she reaches for her release.
“Drew …” she begs when I take her to the crest again and pull the pink tip away just before she falls over the edge.
“Not yet, baby. Soon.” I lean down, circling my tongue around one pebbled nipple, then suck it into my mouth before doing the same with the other one. Her breathing is coming in erratic pants as she tries to hold off her orgasm for me.
When I bring the tip of the toy to her clit again, she pleads, “I can’t … Drew … please.” I run it up the inside of her folds once, then twice, then firmly press it to her nub. It vibrates against her, drawing from her an explosion of sound as her body tenses with her orgasm. Her eyes flutter closed, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than the look of ecstasy on her face.
How have I missed this before? When I’ve had my face buried between her thighs or I’m so caught up in my own pleasure, I feel like I’ve only seen moments. Now I can see her fully lose control. With my other hand, I wrap my fist around my cock and pump it hard. I’m so fucking turned on by the glorious woman beneath me.
I can’t hold back. I can’t stop it. I’m coming in thick streams across her tits, losing control just like she did.