Mission accomplished
‘Don’t call me that.’
‘What? Mommy?’
‘Yeah.’ I shift to reposition myself. ‘It’s mum. British. Mummy.’
He doesn’t reply, just arches his eyebrows. Partly in enlightenment, partly in frustration. I’ve interrupted his good work.
Shaking my head, I tilt backwards giving him better access. He’s gentle with me, teasing me maybe. His left hand propped on the arch of my back while his right hand roams around my breast. I grunt low and slow, giving him permission to go ahead.
His index finger tips into the top of my bra cup. It tickles as he wiggles it deeper, before gloriously releasing one of the twins. She bounces as he flicks her out and a pulse contracts in my groin. I squeeze my legs tight to manage the situation, but it’s wet and sticky down there.
He pries my leg back open, and the cool air sends goosebumps up my arms. I flutter my legs a couple more times to fan the sensation into flame; again and again and again. I moan involuntarily and it turns him on.
Zilo stretches his arm upwards and knots a fist of my hair in his hand. He yanks once. Twice. And a third time for charm. His left hand slips from the arch of my back to the terrain off my ass.
He kisses my neck tenderly as he yanks on my hair, and he forages for my a-hole with his other hand. I moan again, with my eyes closed this time. He finds my hole and circles the entrance, lightly skimming the surface. Then he enters with just the tip of his finger.
‘Zilo,’ I cry out. ‘Zilo.’ My groin starts to gyrate into his, but the zipper of pants suit hurts a bit. He’s aware of this so he frees his arm from my hair and pats my kitty better. My body goes bazonka. I’m so wet I’m leaking through my panties. My kitty quivers. My kitty trembles…
Zilo leans in closer so that I can hear his breathing hot and heavy, and I lose it. I lose all control.
He broad shoulders towering over me. I’m a little girl in his shadow.