Checking for Chiggers
Wes came home last night from golfing and jumped in the shower while I was still working on computer. It was late, and he’d already eaten dinner, so I fixed vegetarian lasagna for myself.
While I was eating in the dining room, he sat down in the den and turned on the TV. "I’m really itchy," he mumbles, scratching his chest. "I hope I didn’t pick up more chiggers at the golf course."
"Me, too," I reply, savoring my roasted vegetable lasagna (yummy!). "Sorry I was busy when you came home. I was slammed today." Then I give him a wicked grin and waggle my eyebrows. "Maybe I can check you for chiggers in the bathroom when I finish eating?"
Wes laughs. "Yeah, right."
After dinner I dash upstairs to my office and go through my email one last time. A few minutes later I close my office door and lean over the balcony railing. "Want me to check you for chiggers now?"
Wes looks up at me and chuckles. "Sure." Then he lays down the book he’s been reading and walks upstairs into the bathroom, where he strips off his shirt.
"What’s that?" he asks, looking in the mirror at the angry red blotches covering his chest and stomach.
I bend down to study them. "Not chiggers," I observe. "Not poison ivy either. Turn around." I check his back. "Looks like you’ve got the Hives from Hell."
"No wonder I’m so itchy," Wes grumbles. Then he looks me apologetically. "I don’t want you to catch whatever I’ve got. I guess that means we can’t play tonight."
"Sure we can," I insist. "Just put your shirt back on and cover up that nastiness." I roll my eyes. "You can’t catch hives from anyone."
Wes laughs. "Somebody’s horny tonight."
"Don’t you know it," I purr, stripping off my cami and wiggling my perky breasts at him. Then I pull down my sweatpants to show him the new pair of hot pink satin panties edged with black lace I’m wearing. "Look," I say. "See the silver heart charm dangling from the black bow in the middle. Cute, huh?"
Wes chuckles as he puts his shirt back on. He pulls me to him and bites my neck, while he rolls my nipples between his fingers. I go off like a firecracker. Of course.
Yowza!
After the fourth orgasm, I exclaim, "I wanna fuck you sooooooo bad!" Just then another O shatters my bod, and my bottom lip starts to tremble uncontrollably.
Well, a girl can only handle so much pleasure, ya know? *horny grin*
After a few more Os, I’m totally chilled and smiling like a verrrrry satiated pussycat. "Let me lick you," I whisper in his ear, as I stroke his balls and his half-hard dick.
Wes pulls me over the vanity and leans against it. I bend down and swirl my tongue around his cock before I swallow him to the root.
Have I mentioned lately how much I love giving BJs? Well, I do. As you know, I love everything about having a dick in my mouth. That means I like to play with him for a minute or two, grooving on my own personal pleasure while I lick up and down his shaft, lubing him nicely before I get down to the serious business of giving good head.
This always drives Wes crazy and makes him terribly impatient. But that’s fun too. Just ask me. *naughty grin*
Before he gets too squirrelly, I start pumping his shaft and sucking so hard my cheeks hollow. At the same time I flick my tongue around the head and shaft, back and forth, and side to side.
Now Wes is howling. And five minutes later he explodes, shooting hot cum down my throat. Yummy!
"What did you do to me?" he pants, barely able to talk. "You’ve been working on your technique, right?"
"Nah," I reply, bending down to give his gorgeous dick one last lick. "I didn’t change a thing." I wink at him. "I always give good head. You know that."
"True," he replies, lifting his shirt and eyeing those nasty red patches on his bod again. "I hope you didn’t catch anything from me."
I give him a wicked grin as I sashay out of the bathroom, wiggling my ass at him. "The only thing I wanna catch from you is a good fuck."
"Who doesn’t know that?!" Wes snorts, chuckling.
BTW, we’ve got a hot sex date on Sunday. Wes filled his Viagra prescription this week, so we’re gonna give those new "Twisted Pleasure" condoms a test drive.
As you can imagine, I’m reallllllly looking forward to it. I’ll tell all next week. You know I will.
Stay tuned…
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog…updated daily *wicked grin*)
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (to read excerpts from my novel series)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog…updated daily *wicked grin*)
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