GetOn by Regina Cole Page A

heavy, half-lidded, but he
couldn’t stop watching.
    And then she reached beneath his sac, finding that tiny
space that had driven him wild earlier. Massaging it in time with the strokes
of her mouth, she went crazy on him.
    He tasted so good; his cock filled her mouth like she wanted
it to fill her pussy. His skin was so hot, so smooth, his body so incredible,
just made for her to please herself. He was like an amusement park for one. She
could suck and suck and rub wherever she wanted, and it made her want to scream
in pleasure, in pride, for what she felt and what she could make him feel.
    Faster and harder she sucked, working him, her grip on the
base of his rod, her other hand working furiously behind his balls. His hips
thrust against her, his muscles trembling with the effort to stay still, to
hold back.
    “I can’t… God, Mia, I…”
    Do it. She looked up at him, hoping her eyes could
tell him what she wanted. She moved her head forward, his cock sliding into her
throat, her muscles contracting around the thick head of him. And then, her
thumb slid higher, pressing into the dark, tight hole just above that tender
spot she’d been working.
    His hoarse shout echoed in the bathroom and his release
spurted deep into her throat. She gagged but didn’t move, using the spasms in
her throat to milk every last drop of his cum. Her hands slowed, then stilled
as he shuddered, knees buckling as the adrenaline rushed through him.
    She lifted her head as he leaned drunkenly against the
shower wall.
    “You like to watch, huh?”
     
    Garrett looked down, just to make sure the head of his cock
hadn’t blown off. Jesus Christ, Mia had some skills.
    The warm water pelted her back, pulling her curls nearly
straight, the black river of hair flowing over her shoulders as she knelt
smiling up at him and licking her lips.
    “Yeah, I guess the sight of your lips around my cock gets me
off.” His voice was a breathy growl as he pushed off the wall to stand upright
again. “But what about you? Do you like to watch?”
    She took his hand and stood, a devilish light in her eyes.
“Maybe.”
    “Let’s find out.”
    He turned her to face the mirror, stepping behind her, his
body still tingling and sensitive from his recent orgasm. If he had his way,
very soon she’d be feeling the exact same. He smiled as he took in the vision
of her shiny wet curves in the large mirror across from them.
    “See?” He ran a hand along her waist, higher to cup her
breast and lift it, the dark, rosy nipple puckering tighter at his touch. Water
sluiced down his side, across his arm to trickle over her torso, the tiny
stream dipping into her pierced navel and then lower. Her eyes darkened and she
bit her lip, pressing her hips back against him.
    “You’re beautiful, Mia.” His left hand descended, rubbing
her ass, her hip, then her soft thigh. Grasping behind her knee, he lifted her
leg and placed her foot carefully on the edge of the tub. Another quick glimpse
at their reflection proved his machinations had worked out in his favor.
    With her knee propped high, her labia were clearly visible
in the mirror. Thank god for low counters and elevated tubs. The shiny silver
clit ring was winking at him, pink jewel glittering as it nestled high in her
rosy flesh.
    Her breaths were heavy and quick as she rubbed against him,
her little fingers digging into his thighs. “I want more, Garrett.”
    He released her breast and carefully twisted her wet mass of
hair to one side, leaving the delicious curve of her neck bare to his gaze, and
his kiss. The soft flesh there was so sweet, so easy to kiss, to suck, to nip
and make her moan. His left hand rubbed all over her wet thigh, the skin
chilled from the dampness. His circles moved higher and higher, coming so close
to the silky skin of her vulva, never actually touching. Even though that clit
ring called to him like the brass ring on a carousel, he wouldn’t be touching
it until he was sure she was