“Enough?” He slid his palm over her bright pink bottom, making it tingle in a way that caused a twitch in her groin. Unlike most women, she sported a penis and it grew against his lap, pinned slightly. That pain added to the wonderful warmth spreading down her thighs.
“Yes.” Her voice shook even though she spoke with confidence. Sniffling, she swallowed the rest of the pain.
He wound up and landed his hardest slap yet. She screeched but wasn’t entirely surprised. “I decide when it is enough,” he reminded her. “Now, let’s see that cock.”
He pushed her up and she caught his shoulder for balance. He looked her over, starting with her knobby knees, up over the penis that had grown and continued to swell as he slid a hand down over her ass. He didn’t stop there, taking in her lacy red bra and eventually her tear-streaked cheeks.
David sat with his knees splayed, the stable base that had supported her a moment ago. His pants were soft and loose, tenting. How had she missed that before? He wore no shirt and she put a hand on one of his pecs. Her stroke was an echo of his on her ass.
She knew her makeup had run and wiped a hand across her cheek, no longer looking as feminine as before. “Sorry.”
Despite how quietly she had apologized, David’s palm went from caressing to smacking. She knew what he required, what she’d forgotten.
“Damn right.” He pulled her between his thighs and sank his fingers into her long hair, using it to pull her down for a kiss. “Now get a tissue and clean yourself up.”
“Thank you.” She pressed her lips to his, but as soon as she had, she noticed her nose running and hurried to the en suite bathroom. Using astringent, depilatory cream and moisturizer, she conducted her nightly ablutions. Returning to David, she doubled her arms behind her for the clasp of her bra.
She stopped, seeing him stroking his erection. His pants were a puddle on the floor next to the chair, upon which she had laid her own. Her breath came faster and she bit her lip, wondering how he would want her.