8 Mile & Rion by K.S. Adkins

the best time to tell her that despite my thirty-five years on this planet I wasn’t all that skilled. I’ve been with the whore who, while we were together, wasn’t very adventurous and refused to experiment. Although right now between the two of us, we seemed to be managing.
    “Tell me where you want me,” she pants, breaking her mouth from mine. I would have growled at her to shut up and keep kissing me if it wasn’t for her hands holding my unshaved face and the look of hunger in her eyes.
    “You’re good where you are,” I tell her bluntly wanting back in her mouth.
    That wasn’t working for her so she leaned back in my lap, holding my face then tilting it up so our eyes met. “Tell me,” she urges me. “I want this to be good for both of us.”
    “Don’t matter,” I growl, leaning forward.
    “It matters to me ,” she throws back, “and it should matter to you too.”
    “We gonna do this or what?”
    Her smile falters but she recovers quickly. Dammit, I don’t need a fucking lecture, I just want to get her off. “Under me,” I tell her. “That’s where I want you.”
    “Under you,” she whispers thinking on it. “I can work with that.” Standing up first, she reaches her hand out to help me off the couch. When I looked confused, she takes the other hand and leads me down the hall. Entering her bedroom she stands in front of her bed and slowly pulls her shirt up and over her head. Tossing it to the floor she doesn’t lose eye contact but does lose the bra. Not covering herself up, she smiles at me again and says, “Your turn,” so I pull my own shirt off and throw it on top of hers.
    Next she unzips that tight skirt and slides it down her gorgeous legs stepping out of it. She uses her foot to fling it away from her. My breathing is labored, my dick fucking hurts and my hands are itching to touch that soft skin.
    “Loyal?” she asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Your turn,” she says standing there like a god damn wet dream. Her tits would sit in my palms perfectly and that was all I could focus on. Following her lead I drop my jeans, kick them away and eagerly wait for what’s next.
    “Come here,” she says, crooking her finger at me.
    Two steps forward, I was there towering over her. “Now what?” I ask, wanting to tackle her.
    Stepping around me, she climbs on to the bed, lays down with her head on the pillow and tells me what to do. “Finish undressing me,” she says, then adds, “please.”
    Climbing up the bed starting at her feet, I straddle her and then I couldn’t help it. I ran my hands slowly up her soft legs and watched as her eyes closed. She likes this? Reaching the last piece of clothing I slip my fingers under the lace and pull down. When I get stuck, she lifts up allowing me to work them down her body until the underwear are around her ankles.
    I cannot fucking breathe.
    She lifts her foot, allowing me to slide them off and add to the pile. I do, but I really wanted to keep them as a gift instead. “My turn,” she says, sitting up and when her tits are close to my face, nature took over. Grabbing them I squeeze her in both hands and when her hands come to my shoulders and she whispers, “Harder,” I do that too. Jill never let me touch her freely like this.
    I’m so lost in her that when she tackles me to my back and straddles me I can only blink. “Tell me it’s me you’re thinking of right now, Loyal,” she says looking sad. “Tell me that it’s just us here.”
    “Just you,” I tell her hoping she doesn’t catch the lie. “Just us.”
    “Okay,” she says, leaning forward and then with nimble fingers she guides my boxers down from my waist to my ankles. Sliding them off and tossing them, she sits back on her heels and fucks me with her eyes. I’m not sure if I like it or not, but if this is what she wants, I’ll let it happen. “Strong,” she whispers, running her fingers through my chest hair, down my stomach and then, before I could