Head over Heels: A Single Dad Romance(17)

Even covered by his pants, his thick shaft pressed into my folds. His mouth descended on mine, and I swallowed the groan that ripped from his throat when he squeezed my flesh and thrust against me.

With each step, the friction of his clothing sent sparks between my legs and teased me with the promise of what was to come. My imagination was running wild when another quick slap on my ass alerted me to our destination. He released his grip on me, and I slid down his length until my feet touched the cold floor.

Bereft of his warmth, a chill ran up my spine. It didn't seem right that I was still the only one walking around naked, but he didn't seem particularly interested in joining me - yet.

I looked around and noticed we had ended up in the parlor with its collection of unusual artifacts. I looked over at the laminate countertop and stifled a laugh.

"Yeah, I know," he chuckled not knowing about my earlier thoughts, "we're rather limited in safe areas around here."

His hand reared back and swatted my ass again and I jumped. I know I should have been miffed by his manhandling, but it was actually kinda sexy. "I need to protect that ass of yours," he commented and the smile on his face told me he was only half-joking. He reached out to massage the tender flesh before lifting me up again.

"Where are we going now?" I asked, saddling up for another erotic journey.

He answered by immediately placing me on top of the washing machine. A wicked grin split his face as jostled me around, testing the height. "Perfect height," he growled before grabbing my ankles and thrusting them in the air until my knees were bent into my chest and my legs were splayed wide. I quickly leaned back with my elbows pressed against the washer to keep from tipping over.

"Ahhh," he muttered softly, turning his head from side to side, admiring the view of my pussy on display, "this was what I was looking for."

My laugh turned into a yelp when his head swooped down to claim his prize. His tongue quickly worked me front to back before swirling around my opening in a way that made my head spin. The edge of the washer dug into my ass as he held my legs high, and I grabbed the surface hoping I wouldn't accidentally slide off.

Between keeping my balance and enjoying Michael's ministrations, every muscle in my body was on edge. My body was shaking and all I wanted to do was focus on Michael as he worked me.

I was already so far gone that it wasn't going to be long. I tried to hold back as his tongue bumped up against my needy clit and thrust gently against the bundle of nerves before swooping down to tease my opening.

There was something amazingly sexy about watching a guy bury his head between your thighs. Even sexier when it was a man you loved. The realization that I loved this man sent me over the edge, and I screamed with my release.

I clung to the washer and as the waves of pleasure began to subside and I knew I wanted more. I felt more alive than I had been all weekend - in fact, I think I felt more alive than I had ever been. Opening my eyes, I took a deep breath and pulled myself together.

Michael kissed my thighs before lifting his head. I could tell he was proud of his accomplishment. As he stood, I realized I was still the only one without clothing. It was time to change that.

"Now it's your turn," I said with a satisfied sigh, and his lopsided grin melted my heart.

Michael fingered the buttons of his shirt and chimed in authoritatively, "Look who's gotten bossy all of a sudden."

"Absolutely," I quipped as I slid off the washer and grabbed onto his waistband. While he was still working on his shirt, I popped the button and yanked down his zipper.

While he slipped off his shirt and tossed it aside, I worked on removing everything else. Like the other night, I followed his cargo shorts to floor and knelt before him. Not surprisingly, his cock was hard, reaching out to me, begging for my touch. I slid my fingers along his length and inhaled his thick musky scent.

I yearned for the taste of him and my mouth hovered over his tip, eager to push my lips over the perfectly formed bell. I was too wound up to go more slowly so I quickly pushed him through my puckered lips then swirled my tongue around the head and teased his slit. His sharp breath was exhilarating and I took him a bit deeper.

"Mmmm," I moaned so loud that I could feel the vibrations throughout his cock and he quickly buried his fingers in my hair. Like before, I could tell he wasn't going to be satisfied just sitting back and letting me run the show.

I licked the sensitive underside of his cock until it twitched in my mouth. He pushed in deeper and then slid out while I clamped down and sucked hard. I was determined to make it hard on him to pull out. "Oh shit! Devon," he gasped, "I can't hold out much longer."

His enthusiastic response shot straight through my core, and I eagerly tightened my lips and pressed them against his stiff rod once more. I allowed him to control how slowly he pushed in, making sure I gave every inch of him the attention he deserved, but I controlled him on the way out, working him slow and tight.

Sweat covered his body and his breathing was labored when he finally pulled my head away. In a flash, he kneeled on the floor with me, and lips replaced cock as he devoured me.

"I need to be inside you," he grunted and moved me on top of a make-shift table. Lower than the washing machine, I could immediately tell it was a better height for what was to come next.

I leaned back as he lifted my legs in the air again, and I reached down to grab my ankles and hold my legs wide. Michael looked at me from under a hooded gaze and spread my knees even wider. "I want full access to you," he ordered, and I dropped my knees down.