Ready to Roll by Melanie Greene Page B

if you were lying there, throbbing, and so hot? If your pretty tits were mounds in front of you, nipples hard, and all you could see of yourself? And what if you could see me stroking my shaft, see me getting harder and harder just from looking at your incredible body? If you knew that I wanted to bury myself in you. And what if you couldn’t see exactly what my other hand was doing?”
    Miguel dragged a nail from her pubic hair to her navel, but stopped and just looked at her trembling legs and then up her body. She thought his hand might settle on one of her taut hot nipples, but instead he reached for the tulip and rested it between her breasts. It was as he’d described; all she could see was the flower and her aching breasts in the foreground and his fist sheathing his cock in the background. There was nothing else in focus, and she moaned, but he didn’t move again.
    “What if you came, Janice, just from looking, and listening?”
    She moaned louder, nonverbal and desperate. But she didn’t say his name.
    “What if you simply listen as I describe starting at your ear, which we know, my love, is sensitive to my tongue? And then I will lick my way down your neck to your collarbone, and your breasts? How it would feel to have me circle your nipples with my tongue, tasting the salt of your sweat and the ridges of your tight folds? What if I told you I would suck, hard, first on one tit and then on the other? Would you come, Janice, if you knew I thought about that, all the time? Would you come if I told you that I had fantasies just about your rib cage, your hip bone, your thigh?”
    He touched her inner thigh, so close to her vagina, but too far away, too briefly, and she got out “Mmmm,” but stopped short of saying his name.
    “Should I tell you about the long, sexy fantasies about the soft skin and beguiling contours of your abdomen? Fantasies that make me harder just to remember that they exist?”
    She was shaking. Her pelvic muscles jumped with the beat of his words, and she couldn’t take her eyes off the hand stroking his erection.
    “Would you come, sweet Janice, if I told you how much I think about driving my cock into you, fucking you fast and hard while I hold your legs splayed open? Your tits shaking with each thrust, rubbing against my chest, and I’m driving faster into you, my cock getting harder because being inside you is the most intense sweet feeling in the universe? My love, would you come if you knew that as soon as you came, as soon as your body leaps over that edge and you are pulsing and desperate, my name on your lips, breathless with anticipation, I will do it? I will fuck you, Janice, until we both explode with it. When I enter you, you will still be throbbing from the first orgasm, and I’ll drive my length all the way up inside you. Will you come for that, love? Will you come now, fast, so I can fuck you and we can come together?”
    But he could have stopped asking, because Janice was vibrating, her pelvis bouncing, the flower sliding away as the orgasm arched her back and drew her knees up to either side and she sobbed his name, “Miguel, Miguel, yes, now,” because she was so wet, so empty inside, so desperate for his invasion.
    She screamed his name again as he drove into her, just as he promised, her beloved Miguel, giving her just what she needed and she tried not to come again immediately, tried to hold back to savor the raw power of his cock slamming into her again and again and again, but the problem was, he was the entire universe, and all she could do was gasp and grab his head to hold him and kiss him and suck his tongue into her mouth before moaning his name again as his entirety met hers and again and again, his hips slamming into hers.
    They ground into each other, grounded to each other, and, as promised, exploded together, gasping out each other’s names.
     

Epilogue
     
    Several weeks later….
     
    “Heya, Toots,” Janice said , sliding up behind Miguel as