Reaper kicked the big hog up on its stands with a growl. Of all the fucking nights to get a last minute customer at the garage and the son-of-a-bitchin thing had been covered in grease. Smoke and the salivating aroma of barbecue rolled out of the grill on his back patio. An imaginative string of self-deprecating curses rolled from his lips and he gave his wild curls a shake. He'd forgotten to tell his old lady not to make dinner. The day just got better and better. He set his shoulders and headed in to face reproachful silence and teary eyes.
Lee looked up from the wildflowers and pussy willows she was arranging and smiled. He opened his arms in surprise when she wiped her hands and stepped over to greet him. Burrowing his nose in her silky, blue-black hair, the subtle hint of jasmine stabbed straight to his groin. Groping her tight ass through barely legal daisy dukes, he ground her against him. No woman cranked his shaft like his kinky chink.
"Someone came home horny and filthy," she said, tilting her smiling face up for a kiss.
"I'll take responsibility for the grease, but the horny is all on you. On the other hand, I'd say they both are now."
She giggled as he pushed her back from him to look at her previously white tank top, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
"I'll start the shower."
"You read my mind. I'll meet you there," Reaper murmured with a wink.
Watching her sweet little ass sashay off to the bathroom, he shook his head and ditched his boots and dirty clothes in the laundry room. Women were a fucking mystery. No sulk, no drama. Lee was being, well, Lee. She was a regular geisha, taking care of his every need in bed and out. The bitch was perfect. Her gift could wait.
Steam rose from the shower and the outline of her smoking hot body showed through the frosted door spurring his lust. Lee turned in his arms the moment he stepped in behind her. Her ebony eyes sparkled with wanton desire in the dim light. Reaper tamped down a shiver as her fingernail followed the script scrawled across his abdomen. She loved his artwork, spending lazy hours tracing the ink that covered his lean body.
"Did the pussy willows turn you on?" he asked, lifting her effortlessly.
Lee laughed at his lascivious eyebrow waggle, her legs wrapping tight around his trim hips.
"Women aren't as easy as men. It takes more than a possible sexual innuendo," she purred, slipping a hand between them to wrap around his hard shaft.
Her milking grip drew a guttural groan from Reaper and his hips pumped. Pressing her against the wall, his lips trailed behind her ear and down the graceful column of her neck. She shuddered at the brush of his goatee and he chuckled against her skin. He bit at her nipple as she used his shoulders to push herself up, but his mouth opened in a soundless gasp when Lee slowly sheathed his cock in her velvet grasp.
The searing clutch of her rippling muscles and surprising initiative was nearly his undoing. Her smirk assured him she knew very well what she was doing to him. What had his kinky chink feeling so frisky? Pulling herself back up with exquisite slowness, she sank back down. Her ebony eyes fluttered shut as she repeated the cycle with torturous precision. Long lashes fanned over high cheekbones and lips parted in pleasure. She was fucking gorgeous.
She bit the swell of her bottom lip, nearly letting him slide free before dropping back down on his thick cock. A strangled cry tumbled from her lips as he stabbed deep. Cupping her ass, he encouraged her posting plunges. Her head fell back. Their breath sounded harsh in the shower's confines. Bracing her against the tiles, Reaper picked up the pace. Pounding into her, he relished her broken screams and the dig of her nails gouging his back.
Feeling her body tense under his hands, Reaper thrust harder, letting go of the reins. Lee bowed away from the wall, her slender body shaking as an orgasm tore through her. Triumph flooded his veins like Napalm, fueling a powerful release. His primal roar bounced off the tiles and he staggered backwards. He crashed into the back wall and slowly slid to the bottom of the tub with Lee straddling him.
"Are you okay?" she asked with a breathless giggle.
"Just whose fucking birthday is it?" Reaper drawled, a lecherous grin twisting his devilish countenance.
"It's no fun celebrating alone," she said with a wink and an adorable blush.
© Mara McBain 9/2011
~ WC ~ 781
First Place Winner of Round 56!! ~ Include the words Steam, Gift, & Ink in the story.