Games with Friends Page 2

  Finally, he moved his teeth over her two half shells and made the same motion as a bite, but this time just glided his teeth downward. By the time he had finished his motion, she was collecting drips of water. On his way back up, he used the bridge of his nose to open up her canyon even more. The sound of it opening mixed with Amabel’s moans and exhales.

  He repeated the up and down motion with his teeth and tip of his nose a few more times while his hands rubbed up and down her behind, squeezing and allowing his tips to get to the outer layer of her other hole, rubbing the rim just a little bit.

  “I want to watch you take off your blouse,” he said, coming up for air. “I’ve kept my imagination from pushing me to do it, now I’d like to make it real.”

  She unbuttoned her blouse so that it hung up while she took off her bra and let her breasts fall free, causing Dominic to push her higher up to the bed, where he buried himself in her breasts while keeping his hands moving around both of her holes. Amabel couldn’t hold the thought of one spot of pleasure and each of them shook with their own special orgasms – some spilling down, some stimulating from deep within.

  Amabel used her free hands to take off his undershirt and started rubbing her now soaking lips over his tight abs, sending drips into their canyons. Unbuckling his pants, she sent them flying across the room as she grabbed his incredible thick and righteously long hotness and wrapped both her hands around it, feeling every inch to make sure it was real.

  Now she took control and slid on the floor at the side of the bed and pulled his manliness toward her. Most guys would have put their hands on her head and forced the motion, but he just let it hang there, growing bigger by the minute. She started with a quick taste, then wanted to feel him in yet another hole of hers, so she took as much of it in as she could and moved her lips back up, feeling the heat occupy the sides of her mouth. There was nowhere for the inside revolution of her body to burst out to, so it was like a constant organism with each new part of him that she tasted.

  He stood up and looked out the window at the city with her tasting him at her pace, and he opened the curtains a bit so their movements could be part of the echoes of the streets of the city. She stood up and moved in front of him, offering herself from behind, and crawled up on the bed, giving him a look at herself that he hadn’t seen yet. Dominic grabbed hold of her waist, bent down the small of her back so that her behind shot up and he could enter what she’d been showing off all day. He rubbed his domepiece over her curtains one last time, then moved in while still moving his fingers around her other hole. Still tasting him from before, he was moving inside of her and filling every piece of her.

  He needed to see her face, so he grabbed her waist, turned her around on her back, and laid her down without ever stopping the motion of moving in and out of her.

  He had to look down at what his pole looked like entering and leaving her perfect trim. She was rubbing her hands on whatever piece of him she could touch, totally out of control and spastic with pleasure and opulence.

  He moved closer to her face, looking into her eyes because he wanted to see them when he exploded inside of her. He looked to make sure it was okay, and once he knew, he locked in and let go, matching her imbalance of perfect motion and finishing her. Neither could move. The light coming through the window was their only blanket while the sounds of a record needle played that last few rotations of music.

  “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding here this whole time,” she said. “You’re who I’ve been looking for.”

  “No,” he said, grabbing their glass. “The way you’ve been treated here today is what you’ve been looking for. This room right here, this is my room. It’s where I give birth to my characters. I’m expecting you back for future chapters.”

  “Love,” she said, sipping from the glass to calm down the pumping of her body. “I’m expecting sequels.”

  Dominic got up and walked slowly over to the record player, letting Amabel watch his strong physique run up against the light from outside. He flipped the record over and let the music play, then walked over to the bed and held her for a moment as they enjoyed the memory they’d managed to create during the madness of an ordinary day.

  The End.