Page 88 of Tipping Point

I kissed her then. She threw her arm around my neck, drew me close, and wrapped her other hand around my dick, stroking me. She hitched herself up against the counter, parting her legs. She wanted to guide me inside her.

I pulled her hand away, stepping back, shaking my head.

I could see the challenge echoed in the slow smile she gave me.

She pushed off of the sink, stepped up to me, gave me a playful smile, and walked out towards the bedroom. I followed her and paused in the doorway.

She made her way lazily towards the drinks trolley and poured two whiskeys.

When she held one aloft to tease me over, I relented, and I saw how her eyes grew stormy as she took me in when I made my way over to her.

I took the glass and she tapped hers to mine. Then she knocked hers back and gave a small gasp as it took her breath away. The last of the drops of water on her skin have dried, but her hair was still wet.

I knocked back my own as she set down her glass.

She twisted her wet hair into a single strand and pressed the water out of it. It ran down her body, dripping on the carpet.

She wiped at it, fingers skimming her breasts, her thighs.

I watched her absently, drinking her in, and she reached out her wet hand and grabbed me by my cock, firmly.

Trailing a hand over my chest, she walked me backwards towards the edge of the bed and then she pushed me down.

I fell back and hitched myself up by my elbows; I wanted to watch her climb on top of me, lower herself onto me slowly. I like to see how I disappear inside her.

She didn’t straddle me; she knelt between my legs and trailed kisses down my chest, dipping her tongue out to swirl wet circles over my skin.

Her wet hair left icy fingers down my abdomen and thigh before she gripped my cock again, swirling her tongue over the head, licking up the droplet that formed there while I shivered under her cold hair and warm mouth.

My hips bucked involuntarily, and she smiled lazily through her lowered lashes. I quivered with anticipation.

She stroked me slowly as she made a show of trailing her other hand down between her breasts, where it disappeared out of sight.

And then she took me in her mouth, gagging as she drew me in deep and the heat of her mouth was intoxicating. Now and then she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock and sucked down hard, and I edged closer and closer. Her tempo increased, her eyes still open and on mine.

She came to a slow, torturous halt.

I was so close.

She just looked at me with her stormy eyes, waiting.

“Please,” I breathed.

And with a victorious smile she trailed her tongue up the shaft and took the length of me inside her mouth and it was seconds before I came undone.

I spent the whole night returning the favour, and right before I fell asleep, in that second where thoughts disperse like oil on water, I realized that I was sated, satisfied.

I’m ready.

* * *

FINN

I stand up, naked, shaking off the nightmare. The aftershock of it tremors through me. I pad to the kitchen and make coffee.

It’s race day.

I’m ready. I’m done. The regret of it aches through me. She follows me. She’s wearing my shirt again, and she backs towards the island, lines up her palms, and hitches herself up to sit on the countertop. She straightens her legs before her, crosses them at the ankle, and then swings them as she watches me.