I tried again, my whole body shaking with the effort to go slowly, when Tammy’s shrill voice penetrated once again.
“I’m sorry. I can’t let the first time be like this. I’m glad she’s not scaring you off, but I need to get rid of her before we do this.”
I let her leg drop. She kissed my shoulder and moved away, out of the shower. She started drying herself, and I shut off the water and got out, watching her.
I dripped all over the floor before she was done, but still I couldn’t move.
She smiled at me, moving into the bedroom, dropping her towel on her way to the bed.
I grabbed another for myself and followed.
Iris sprawled out on her back, her h*ps on the edge of the mattress. She lifted each of her ankles slowly, digging her heels into the bed, her legs parted wide enough to give me the view of a lifetime.
I dried off as I approached her, cursing as I got closer and took in the full effect of her.
Tammy had stopped making a racket, and so I dropped to my knees right in front of Iris, between her parted thighs. I leaned close, breathing her in for one long moment, and then I started lapping at her.
I ate her out again, licking, nuzzling, pushing two fingers in hard while I sucked oh so softly at her clit.
She gasped and clutched at my hair. I felt her clenching rhythmically on my finger, and pulled back to watch her coming. Again. She was just so wonderfully responsive. It was the polar opposite of what I was used to.
The pounding started up again, and I pulled back from Iris with a curse.
“Five minutes,” I told her. “And then I’m going to f**k you until we both pass out cold.”
She smiled, stretching, her beautiful lithe body flexing with the motion. She rolled over onto her belly, looking like she was about to drift off. “If I fall asleep,” she murmured, affirming my suspicions. “Just wake me up. Do whatever you like with me, baby. Fuck me awake, if you need to.”
I shook myself. This just couldn’t be reality.
I bent down, nuzzling my face into her ass.
She gasped, but she didn’t stop me, and I moved up her body, kissing each of the sweet little dimples above her butt before I pulled away.
Tammy had her hand raised to pound again when I opened the door on her.
I hadn’t even bothered to put on pants, and I was still hard and throbbing, but I just didn’t care. I wanted her out of there five minutes ago, so all of my wildest fantasies could just keep marching on.
“You’re leaving, right this second, or I’m calling the police,” I told her, authority in my voice.
She gasped, her eyes flying to my errant cock.
I grabbed her arm and started marching her through the hallway and down the stairs.
She went easily enough, until we hit the front door, then she whirled on me again.
I could see right away that her tactic had changed. She licked her lips, eyeing my body.
She probably thought my raging hard-on had something to do with her.
Not f**king likely.
She put a hand to my chest, licking her lips again. “I just want to talk. Get that slut out of here, and we can talk. I’m serious here, Dair.”
I opened the door, holding out my hand. “Give me the key, and don’t call her a slut. She’s a very nice girl, and you were married to me with some other guy’s c**k down your throat, and that was just the part I saw firsthand. So if you’re going to call someone a slut—”
She actually tried to slap me.
I caught her wrist.
Chest heaving, her other hand went to my dick.
I had a horrible moment where I thought she was going to try to maim me, but she just started stroking in the most blatant come-on.
Jaw clenched, I pried her hand away.
Today of all days, for her to decide to pull a psycho stunt like this. It was beyond the worst luck ever.
“See now, this is what I’m talking about. You, of all people, shouldn’t be throwing around the word slut. Give me your key, and don’t come back.”
She gasped in outrage, and finally got the hint, but she left without giving me her key.
That was fine. I’d have the locks changed as soon as humanly possible.
In the meantime, I put the chain on the front door, then went around the entire house, bolting us in securely.
I wanted no interruptions for this next part.
Iris was on her belly, sleeping like a contented kitten, when I rejoined her.
I sighed, not knowing what to do. I didn’t want to be an insensitive jerk and wake her up. She was obviously tired.
But I was so hard that my teeth ached with it.
I went into the closet, grabbing a handful of condoms that I had to check hadn’t expired.
I moved back to the bed to sit at her hip, reaching to feel between her legs. I played with her until she was dripping wet, and still she slept on.
I sighed, cursing Tammy once again.
Gently, I rolled Iris onto her back. I couldn’t help it.
I was going to give into my douche bag half.
I wasn’t that creative in bed. My hit list was about as long as my list of lovers, so I just started eating her out again, both hands reaching up to rub on her br**sts. I squeezed them hard. The flesh just felt too good. I squeezed until I heard her moan, and then stopped because I wasn’t sure if it’d been a moan of pleasure or pain.
I moved up her body, pushing her br**sts together while I licked and sucked at each one, my c**k grinding hard into her inner thigh. I didn’t want to her be asleep the first time I got inside of her, but I was quickly running out of every bit of my self-control.
When I felt her hands, finally, bury in my hair, I moved back down, tonguing her clit, and jamming two fingers in hard. I worked her for less than a minute before she was falling apart.
She clutched me as she cried out her release. It was ridiculous how easy it was to make her come. It felt like cheating. I barely had to work for it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I pulled back to stare at her.
“You okay?” I asked her.
She was so quiet, just watching me, looking sort of dazed.
She nodded and smiled, spreading her thighs wider. The shades in the room were open wide, and sunlight was playing liberally over her body. Even in that less than forgiving light, she was just perfect, every inch of her.
“Are you okay to…you know…? You awake enough to know what’s going on?”