Tales By Nightfall (A DARING WOMAN’S GAME)

Tales By Nightfall (A DARING WOMAN’S GAME)
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A DARING WOMAN’S GAME
 
I woke up alone. We’d only been together for a
few months, but I found I could miss him rather
quickly in the cold dark of night. He was
becoming a writer, possessing a kind of violent
brilliant that stunned me every time I read one of
his pieces. Seeing him put such astonishing
thoughts on paper seemed incredible, like some
sort of magic.
 
He worked at night, when the
mood or the inspiration struck him, and he
slipped from my bed to answer the urge to create
magnificent things about dragons and sorcerers
and elves. I usually lay in bed while he worked,
listening to the quiet clicking of the keys as he
wrote. Then I would welcome him back into my
bed when the words had gone dry and he fell
exhausted against the pillow.
But tonight I was restless, full of dark and
brooding energy. I stepped from the bed and
went to the window, looked out over the snarling
city toward the smug, fattened moon. I folded my
arms across my chest, enjoying the smooth satin
of my short nightgown as it shifted against my
cool skin, shivering a little as the lace at the
edges of the low cut neck nipped at my arms and
pressed against my bosoms.
Tonight I missed him badly. We’d both been busy
at our day jobs, hadn’t really spent all that much
time together in almost a week. I watched the
traffic in the street under the window, wanting
him badly, the channel between my thighs
aching for him. I slid my hand slowly over the
slick, creamy satin and cupped myself, pressed
my palm against my Arrow until I could feel the
solidity of my pub-c bone behind the soft flesh,
feet the heat of my need burning me through the
cloth. I cupped and squeezed my left bosom with
my other hand, pinched the hærdened, tingling
Tip and tugged at it as he liked to do. I bit my lip,
beginning to breathe hærd, almost desperate for
him now. To hell with his work, I wanted him, and
badly.
I padded barefoot down the hall, and then
paused for a moment in,side the doorway to his
office. He was a breathtaking sight, six feet of
lean man hunched determinedly over a keyboard,
his dark hair tousled and wearing only dark blue
boxers and thin, silver rimmed glasses. I grinned
to myself; seeing him in his glasses makes my
mouth water, and he only wears them very
seldom. I felt a quicksilver flash of mischief, a
sudden urge to break his control and
concentration, distract the hell out of him.
I stepped silently across the carpet at his back,
but I needn’t have bothered to be quiet. He never
notices anything when he’s working, even me. I
approached his chair, a really oversized wooden
one with a hærd back, and then slipped into it
behind him, pressing myself against his back. He
jumped, turned his head to the side.
 
“What—” he started.
I covered his mouth with my hand and leaned
forward, bringing my mouth to his ear. “Don’t
mind me, baby, just go ahead with what you
were doing.”
He frowned, and then grasped my wrist, pulled
my hand down gently. “I’ll be done in a few
minutes,” he said, and smiled at me. “Then I’ll
come to bed.”
I returned his smile, wrapping my arms around
his chest. “I’ll wait.”
He nodded absently, already thinking about his
book again. I smiled, watching him turn back to
the screen and begin to type. I waited a moment,
pressed against his back, breathing slowly and
deeply, feeling his own chest expand and
contract in,side my embrace. I tucked my chin
over his shoulder, watching his fingers on the
keys. Then I slowly slid my hands down to the
wa-istband of his boxers.
His breath caught, then returned to normal,
either suspecting nothing, or too preoccupied to
care. I ran the tip of my tongue up the center of
the back of his neck, and smiled as I felt him
shiver slightly. I slipped my hands into the fold of
his shorts, and idly stroked his rapidly hærdening
rooster with my thumbs. I heard his fingers stop
on the keys for just a moment before the soft
clicking began again. I wrapped a single finger
around him, just under the head, squeezed
slightly, moving the circle slightly up and down,
ever so slowly. He shuddered against me. I
grinned to myself, and remained still again until I
heard him begin to type once more.
I brought my hands together and trapped his
quietly throbbing rooster between the palms,
then ran my hands slowly down his hærd flesh…
pulling back until my wrists were against his lean
lower belly…then pushing forward, sliding the
length of my hands along the smooth skin…
dragging back again, cupping my hands around
him and speeding up with every slide
 
.
His head dropped back against my shoulder with
a quiet mo-n. I laughed softly and k-ssed the side
of his throat, then looked over his shoulder again
to watch his body react to me. I tightened my
hands and pushed forward, stretching his rooster
before dragging them back hærd, flexing and
rippling my fingers against his throbbing heat,
speeding up and stroking him hærd.
I rubbed my palms hærd against him, swirling my
fingers over and around the head, smearing the
sweet bead of pre-come over his length, easing
the friction of my hands as I cupped them tightly
around him again. I began to stroke roughly,
thr-sting forward and back, pulling against him
and lightly scoring his head with my nails every
time I came to the end. I tightened my grip even
further, increasing my strokes, pumping him hærd
and fast now, dragging and moving his smooth
skin over the bone hærd core, m-ssaging his
length violently, squeezing and pressing in waves
with my strong fingers.
 
I dropped one hand to press and m-ssage his
tightened balls, letting my other hand wrap like a
fist around his burning rooster. I began to flick
my wrist hærd, pulling and shoving against him,
wh¡pping my hand along his throbbing wand.
He mo-ned loudly, his fingers curling over the
keyboard as his h¡ps bucked involuntarily forward,
his rooster twitching in my palm. I ran my tongue
idly along the edge of his throat as he came,
slowing the pace of my stroking hand with every
slide down his rooster, milking him dry, squeezing
my fingers around him with every burst,
m-ssaging the hot fluid into his burning skin,
pressing down against him. I slid my nails along
the underside, teasing him in his pleasure,
pressing sharply as I dragged the strength of my
hand down his wand. I brought up my other
hand then, as his shots began to lessen in force
and he trembled against me, p-nting.
 
I pressed
them together again, slowing my pace
considerably, mildly stroking him forward,
m-ssaging his rooster tenderly now, and feeling
his final twitches between my palms.
I relaxed my hands, just holding him now, my
face pressed against his shoulder, listening to him
breathe. After a few moments, I released him and
moved from the chair, leaving him looking up at
me with dark eyes behind his thin glasses. I
smiled and turned, then made my way back
down the hall to our bedroom. I went back to the
window, waiting with my arms folded.
The slightest moment later, I felt his arms come
around me, his mouth moving purposefully up
the side of my throat. His hands slid firmly up my
thighs, dragging the short gown with them. He
nibbled the edge of my ear lightly, and then
murmured, sending a shiver down my spine.
 
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