Page 73 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

DEX

I spent about thirty seconds on the way back to the house wondering what Lindy was up to at night if it wasn’t for her accounting job.

The past two nights she’d typed non-stop on her laptop.

Her fingers had flown over the keys at an impressive pace and she’d been so focused, I doubted if I’d cut past her naked to get a drink from the fridge she would have noticed.

What she was up to wasn’t phone sex or video porn. She kept her clothes on, didn’t talk, only typed. A lot. The idea of either only made me harder, except for if she was doing it with someone else. If she was into either of those things, I’d do them with her. Gladly.

But that wasn’t it. While I said Lindy wanted to be a bad girl, she really was good. So it couldn’t be awful like organizing a drug ring. My mind was going crazy places with the possibilities. Whatever it was, she was serious about it. And nervous about me knowing what it was.

So I’d get the info out of her, but like she said… later.

Because the second we were in the house and the front door was closed–and locked–I wasn’t thinking of anything except seeing Lindy bare, feeling her and being inside of her for the first time.

I took her hand and pulled her close. Leaned down and kissed her. It had been two days since I had my mouth on her last. Two days. That was too fucking long.

I wasn’t the only one feeling the need because Lindy was right there with me, kissing me right back. Her fingers were in my shirt, holding on. One of my hands slid down her back to cup her perfect ass as the other tangled in her hair at her nape and tugged.

She gasped and I deepened the kiss, my tongue finding hers.

“Like that?” I breathed against her lips, pulling her hair a little harder.

“Yes,” she said, dragging the one word out like a hiss of satisfaction.

I spun us both to press her into the door and wedged a leg between hers. Lifted. I felt all of her, soft and perfect.

I couldn’t not touch her so I let my hands roam.

“Thank fuck for your little dresses,” I said, my fingers catching on the hem of her work outfit.

It was an accounting office appropriate dress with short sleeves and little buttons running down the front.

It hit her just above the knee, the perfect length for me to snag and lift.

Higher and higher until I pushed back enough to get it up and over her head.

She helped by raising her arms. I tossed it over my shoulder and took in my woman in her matching bra and panties.

I stared and stared some more, just memorizing her.

The set was pale yellow lace. And small.

The bra was one of those half ones, whatever they were called, where the lace was only on the bottom half of her perfect tits leaving the tops of the soft swells bare.

The lacy edge barely covered her nipples.

I cocked my head to the side and took in the panties, or what there was of them.

A little wispy triangle of lace in the front and nothing but bare ass cheeks in the back, a little line of yellow lace disappearing between them.

“You wear this for me?” I asked, unable to resist running a finger along the soft swells of her tits. Her breath came in short little pants, pushing her warm flesh against my fingertip with each inhale.

She nodded and I had to adjust my dick in my track pants. Thank fuck the fabric was loose.

Her small hand settled over me, feeling me through my pants. “Fuck,” I growled, rolling my hips into her, but immediately took her hand away.

She frowned.

“You do that and this will be over too fucking soon. You still good with me fucking you all the ways I’ve imagined?”

She put her palm on my dick voluntarily just now, so I’d say that was a green light, but I wanted to check. I needed to know she was right here with me.

“Please.”

I took her hand and guided her to the couch.

I dropped down on it, then pulled her onto my lap so she straddled me.

Her tits jiggled with the motion and a dainty strap slipped from her shoulder.

I couldn’t wait a second longer to get my mouth on her so I tucked my finger into the lacy edging, pulled down and her nipple popped free.

I took it in my mouth and sucked, feeling the tip go hard against my tongue.

“Dex,” she cried, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I shifted from one nipple to the other, her bra tucked beneath those soft swells.

Her skin was like silk as I gripped her hips, her skin warm and fragrant.

She began to writhe on my lap, her pussy rubbing right over my dick.

Fuck was she responsive.

“Look at you. So fucking perfect.”

Her lipstick was smeared, her hair tousled. Her bra was askew, and her tits were lifted with hard little tips all red and shiny from my mouth.

She rolled her hips again.

I lifted my head, took in her blue eyes, blurry with need. “Got a needy pussy? You are a bad girl rubbing it all over my dick.”

“Oh my God. You’re a dirty talker.” She said it like it was a revelation. That it was something she liked and never got before.

I shifted my hips and fell back so I laid sideways on the couch with her still over me. I stroked her hips, her waist, cupped her tits, then moved back down.

“I know a way you can get me to stop talking. Sit on my face, sugar.”