She ducked her head, laughed, and started to turn away. I caught her hips and whispered in her ear, “Your place or mine?”
Hope tipped her head back against my shoulder and caught her breath. “Mine. I have a reason, but I just can’t think of what it is right now.” I didn’t argue. She guided me to an address off Acequia Madre then to the cottage in back with a little white crossover parked by the door.
I caught Hope inside the door. It wasn’t like she was trying to get away. She turned to slip her hands under my blazer, and her scent rose to greet me. She stroked her hands over my chest and down my sides before I pulled her into my arms and covered her mouth with mine.
Her lips were soft, and her tongue was eager. Her breath was warm on my cheek. I slipped my hand under her braid to cradle her neck in my hand. The touch of her body excited me, and soft sounds escaped around her tongue as I explored her.
I hardly noticed the big black cat rubbing around our ankles. Hope reached one arm around my neck and tipped my hat. It slipped off my head and fell to the floor, and the cat gave a startled hiss and jumped onto the sofa.
“Oops!” Hope said, and her breath warmed my neck for a moment longer. She picked my hat off the floor and hung it behind the door. “Now I remember why we needed to come here.” She hung my blazer and her sweater then motioned to the cat. “This is Sir Barfsalot. He answers to Barfy.”
Hope nudged me into the little living room where there were amethysts and amaryllis on the coffee table and batiks hanging on the wall. She stroked the stubble on my chin. “Could you do me a favor while I feed Barfy?”
“Want me to shave?” I asked, and followed her to the kitchen where there was rhodochrosite on the dining table and a pink Christmas orchid decorating the window sill.
“My razor’s by the sink. I’ll give Barfy food and a cuddle. You’ll have time.” She pushed me into her bedroom, and I found citrine and cut flowers in her bathroom where I stayed to wash up.
I was clean, shaved, and shirtless when I opened the door and found Hope poised to knock. “Nice,” she said. She stroked her fingertips down my chest and tucked them under my belt. “That didn’t take too long, did it?”
“Right on time.” I backed Hope against the door frame and brushed my lips over the tender skin behind her ear, and she slipped her hand down the front of my jeans. Her fingers danced over my cock while I kissed her neck and opened the buttons that closed the front of her dress.
Hope laughed in my ear and stepped past me to the middle of the bathroom. “I’ll do it,” she said. “You watch.” Hope held her wrists up while she unbuttoned the cuffs. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves, lifted the dress off, and shook her head to free her braid.
She was wearing a bra. Surprised me, though it probably shouldn’t have. Maybe I was a little disappointed, but Hope fixed it. She dropped her bra on her dress and held her arms out so she didn’t block my view.
“Pretty,” I said, and reached to touch her.
Hope covered her tits with one hand and stopped me with the other. “What they don’t have for size, they make up for by being sensitive.” She pushed me back through the door, and I thought we were going straight to bed, but she closed the door instead.
I groaned, and Hope’s voice came through the door. “Wait, and remember how patient you’re going to be.”
The bedroom was dark. Once my eyes adjusted, I tossed the bed covers back and sat down on the edge of Hope’s soft mattress. Her sheets were crisp and they smelled of flowers. I pulled my boots off while I listened to the tinkle from the toilet, and left my jeans and then my boxers on the floor while water ran in the sink.
The bed bounced a little when Barfy jumped up beside me. He was cautious at first, so I let him sniff my hand, and I told him, “I think you’re my competition here.” I scratched his head and heard Hope laugh, and I had to close my eyes against the light when she opened the door.
Hope turned off the bathroom light and a moment later she clicked on the bedside lamp. She was standing in front of me wearing just loose cotton knickers with a drawstring at her waist.
“I’ve never seen underwear like this.” I untied the bow on her hip while she searched the drawer in the lamp table, and the knickers slipped down her legs.
“I buy them on Etsy. They’re comfortable.” She straightened her back holding a vibrator in one hand and a tube in the other. “Barfy’s not your competition.” She pointed the vibrator at me. “It isn’t easy, finding men I trust, so really, Henry here is your competition.”
“I can beat Henry,” I said. The look on Hope’s face was hard to read. “No, really.” I searched my memory for the right thing to say. “Maybe the toy can be good for your mind and body. I can feed your spirit.”
Hope dropped Henry back in the drawer, handed me the tube, and said, “I’m an architect, Cowboy.” She was still not an optimist.
I turned the tube’s label to the light and read aloud, “Vanilla-flavored edible body lotion,” then dropped it into the sheets while Hope shooed Barfy to the foot of the bed and sat beside me. I faced her and studied the soft curves of her neatly shaved pussy. “Why do you shave?”
Hope draped her hands over my shoulders. “There’s hardly anything I like more than I like oral sex. That’ll make it easier for you, won’t it?”
“It will.” I pulled Hope still closer with my hands on her hips, and she climbed astride my lap. We were nose-to-nose and eye-to-eye.
“Watch me? Breath with me?” she asked, and brushed my lips with hers. “Let’s synchronize our energy.”
I was goin’ to be patient. I watched Hope’s eyes, inhaled when Hope inhaled, held my breath when she held hers, and exhaled when she exhaled. We repeated slowly, and her breath brushed my cheek each time until she laid her head on my shoulder and said, “I think you’ve done that before.”
“We all try things when we’re young, don’t we?” I cupped both my hands behind Hope’s neck and tipped her head back. She watched my face for a moment then parted her lips, and I slipped my tongue into her soft warmth.
I held her head in both hands and explored. Hope’s breath warmed my cheek while I caressed her tongue with mine. Her hands traveled down my chest. She cradled my balls and wrapped my hardening cock.
Hope opened her mouth, and I held her against me. I explored deeper and gave into the sensations. The tension in my body told her how she turned me on. She released her hold on my package, and she touched herself. Quiet sounds escaped through her nose. Her shoulders sagged, and she writhed slowly and softly.
Maybe Barfy got jealous. He rubbed against Hope’s side and patted her shoulder with his paw, and Hope broke our kiss with a laugh. “I’m going to have to pet him, but first,” she said, and she held her fingers under my nose. “Do you like this?”
I inhaled the scent of her excitement. “Gonna be delicious.” I kissed her fingers, and she smiled while I sucked the sheen of nectar off her skin.
Hope pulled her hand away and cuddled Barfy between us for a moment. She scratched his head and dumped him on the floor. “He isn’t usually like this. Maybe it’s because I was gone for a few days.”