The Homecoming (3 page)

She giggled softly, her mouth smothering most of her merriment as she continued to kiss him. “I only mean little compared to the rest of you. He’s actually quite something, wouldn’t you say?”

“I’d say he surely enjoys it when you talk nice about him.”

“Do you mean he can hear me?” She blinked with surprise.

“He can.”

“What an amazing fellow. He can hear and he has no ears. I’d say that was a major feat.”

“He has no feet either.”

Meg laughed. “I know, poor thing, he can’t walk.”

“But he can do other things.”

“Things like tricks? I should make him show me.”

“He’d be delighted to show you, but if you listen carefully, I think he’s telling you he needs you to kiss him hello. I mean, it has been five days.”

“Oh, my God, you mean to say he can talk too?”

Jack groaned and shifted, his hips rising a bit. “Meg, you’re driving me crazy.”

“I’d say he belongs in a circus. He can talk without a mouth and hear without ears. He’s simply incredible.”

She deposited light airy kisses over his dick. “Meg,” he groaned, his hips moving, silently begging for some serious contact.

He jumped when she licked him from the base of his cock all the way to his weeping little eye. “I think he’s crying for more.”

Jack gave a strangled moan. “I haven’t a doubt.”

“Does he like it when I kiss him or lick him?”

“He’s mad for you to do either.” His body grew harder, the muscles beneath taught skin now inflexible.

“How about this?” Her mouth sucked half of him inside and she moaned a soft sound of appreciation at the velvety texture over rigid swollen glands.

“Oh, my God, every time you do this, it’s like you’ve never done it before.”

Meg groaned and his words stirred her on to lick, kiss, nuzzle and suck him on to madness.

* * * *

Jack trembled and shivered even as he sucked in a gasping breath, struggling to keep his control. “I’m going to come again.”

She muttered something, the words incoherent with her lips wrapped around his cock

“Meg. Can you hear me?” he gasped.

She moaned something again. Caught up in the moment, it appeared she wasn’t about to stop.

He knew her likes and dislikes well enough. He’d come in her mouth before, but it hadn’t happened often, for she wasn’t altogether thrilled at the prospect. He tried to pull her away, but her mouth refused to release him. Her hands held his hips in place.

She moved one hand between his legs behind his balls and suddenly pushed her finger up his ass. She wiggled it and with her movement the first helpless gush of cum ejected.

“Meg,” Jack cried out, his heart about to burst. He was powerless to resist as she moved her finger and another spurt filled her mouth and then another and another. He heard her choke. And then her long deep sigh when his spasms eased.

“Oh, my God, Meg,” he gasped again unable to believe the racking waves of pleasure she had brought him. “You are the most wonderful woman.”

He pulled her up the length of him and tasted himself as his tongue delved deep into her luscious mouth.

“This wonderful woman needs to go to the bathroom,” she darted from the bed.

* * * *

She stood before the sink scrubbing her teeth and tongue, rinsing her mouth clean again, while Jack added hot water to the tub and slid into the reasonably warm water. “God, Jack, can’t you do something about the taste? I mean why couldn’t it taste like mint?”

Jack grinned.

She washed her face and buried it into a soft towel as she muttered, “Perhaps if you ate mints all the time it might.” She gave a startled shriek when his arm snaked out and suddenly dragged her into the tub, cushioning her against his body and dunking her under the water.

She came up sputtering and deposited a stinging slap to his shoulder. “Beast! Is that the thanks I get?”

He laughed when she tried to glare with one eye, the other hidden beneath a clump of wet hair. “I love you. You’re the most luscious piece of ass, and I’m never going to let you go.”

She sighed and fell against his chest. “While you, on the other hand, are the most aggravating, outrageous, and gorgeous hunk of man I’ve ever known.”

“Finally,” he breathed. “If compliments were fattening, I’d be as skinny as a stick.”

“You’re the last man who needs compliments. You know you’re hot.” She sighed. “And now I have to wash my hair.”

“Since I’m so hot, I could wash it for you.”

Meg grinned. “I never said you were
that
hot.”

“Witch.” He slid both of them under the water again.

Later, he was sitting naked on the toilet while she, with a towel wrapped around her, sat on a short stool and he blew her hair dry.

Once he was finished, Meg suggested with a definite leer, “You know we’ve never done it on the toilet. What do you think would happen if I sat on your lap?”

“I think we can find a few places more comfortable than porcelain. Let’s go to bed.”

Seconds later, they lay cuddled together and he asked, “So, what did you think of the game? Did you like it?”

“You might say I liked it. “

He murmured a low sound of agreement. “I might say you loved it, still you hit me anyway.”

“Isn’t that part of the game?”

He hugged her tightly against him. “You little wretch,” he said to her laughter. “Just for that, I think I’ll make you come again.”

“Oh suh, never that,” she said in her best Scarlett O’Hara impression, even as she added a wicked grin The back of her hand against her forehead, she moaned dramatically, “I’m sure I couldn’t ever.”

“What’s the record?”

“I haven’t a clue what you mean,” she said while examining a fingernail in the dark.

“For you coming. How many times in one night?”

She glared at his smug tone, unable to see more than a glint in his eyes, with the light behind his head. “You ought to know. You made it happen.”

He grinned, and Meg could have sworn she saw his chest pump up with pride. “I think it was an even dozen, wasn’t it?”

“We probably started right after breakfast.”

He chuckled and cuddled her closer. “How’s your mother? And when is she coming out here for good? I’m sick of you traveling East to visit her.”

“My mother is fine. She has the house up for sale so as soon as it sells we’ll find her something out here.”

“What did she have to say?”

“What did she say...?” Meg mused as if searching her mind for an answer. “Oh yes, she said to tell you you’re a spoiled little pain in the ass and will never be good enough for me.”

“Right,” he muttered in disbelief. “What did she really say?”

Meg sighed. “What does she always say? She said, ‘Tell Jack I love him and make sure he comes with you the next time.’”

“There’s a thought, and from your own mother. Who would have guessed a little old lady would say such a thing?”

“She’d kill you if she ever heard you call her a little old lady and what did she say?”

“She said to make sure Jack cums with you. Do you think she knows we’re in bed and about to obey her command?”

Meg laughed. “I don’t think she’d love you half so much if she knew the wicked things you do to her daughter.”

Jack grinned and pulled her closer, his hand sliding down her body to play again with her sweet, hot pussy, and at her soft moan of pleasure he said, “Maybe we shouldn’t tell her.”