Whats Your Pleasure by Marie Haynes Page A

moan, continuing her path to her destination. Carefully, she peeled off the condom to find his rod still dripping with precious fluid. She sighed with pleasure. She loved this. To savour a man’s essence and clean his tool with her mouth was, perhaps, her favourite way to pleasure a man.
    She cupped her hands around his balls and, using cat-like licks, lapped up the remains of his cum. Vince lifted his hips slightly, growled, and placed his hand on her head. She took him into her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around his slowly shrinking penis. She sucked and licked, savouring his flavour, knowing she was giving as much pleasure as she was receiving. Again, she felt the muscles in her womb begin to quiver. When Vince reached down and dipped two fingers into her pot of honey, she exploded. Keeping him in her mouth, she rode out her orgasm. He finger fucked her until she went limp against him and rested her head on his abdomen, his now soft rod against her chest. For some reason, she wanted to serve this man. She wanted to give him everything.
    “You are incredible,” he whispered.
    She blushed with pride.
    He moved his hand to stroke her back. Suddenly, she felt him cease all movement, and her heart lurched.
    “Joe? What’s that?” he quietly asked.
    Joe quickly sat up, pulling her T-shirt down to cover her body. “Nothing,” she answered. “Don’t worry about it.”
    He frowned. “If it’s nothing to worry about, then why are you hiding it?”
    Joe got up from the bed and began gathering clothes.
    “Look, Vince. I don’t want to talk about it. Okay?” She turned to face him. “Thanks for coming up here to check on me and all, but just because we enjoyed a good fuck doesn’t mean I’m willing to bare my soul to you or anything, understand?”
    Vince practically flew out of the bed, grabbed her shoulders and gave them a good shake.
    “No, you understand,” he ground out, his voice filled with anger. “We did not just enjoy a ‘good fuck’ as you so quaintly put it. There’s something special going on between us, and you’re putting up walls. I want to know why!”
    Joe looked up at him, saw the pain and the anger in his eyes and knew he was right. There was something special between them, and she was putting up walls. But what else could she do? She did not have the luxury of fall in love, not now, maybe not ever. Best to nip this in the bud now.
    Hardening her resolve, she laughed derisively. “Special? Look, Vince. I’m not going to lie, you were good. Very good. But just because we both needed to scratch an itch doesn’t mean I’m ready to walk down the aisle with you.”
    Vince’s eyes hardened, and he dropped his hands. “You’re welcome to think anything you want, lady. But that doesn’t change the facts. Which are simple. You have more than an itch that you want scratched, and if you think I’m so easily scared off by your smart mouth, you’ve got a lot to learn.”
    He placed his hands gently around her and drew her into him. She instinctively tipped her head back. He kissed her soundly and deeply. An earth shaking kiss which left her breathless and starry eyed. Reluctantly, he pulled back and stepped away from her, bending to retrieve his scattered clothing. Joe stood motionless, watching.
    When he was dressed, he looked at her one last time and said, “And I’m planning on teaching you.”
    When she heard the door shut, Joe leaned against the wall and slowly slid to the floor, dropping her head into her hands and letting the tears flow. What on earth was she going to do now?
     
    * * * *
     
    “So what do I do now?” Vince asked Nathan. After leaving Joe, Vince had locked up the bar and driven over to Nathan’s house. The two men sat sprawled on the couch, a bowl of chips between them, beers in their hands and football on the television.
    “Let me get this straight. She was having a nightmare, screaming ‘get it off me’, you woke her up then fucked her. All was going good