#hitch

This week’s Wank Wednesday theme is “hitch”. And this is what came out of it. –M

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“You know what gets me off?” she says, and I wonder if this is a trick question.

Her fingers slide languidly over the hairs on my chest, matting them down in the sweat she’d caused to form. I watch her watch them bend back to their scraggly curl.

I don’t feel like guessing wrong.

“Tell me.” My hand is on that glorious swell of her hip, palm sliding from the round of her ass, to the hollow between hipbone and pubis, three sweet spots in delicious proximity.

She looks up at me, smoky eyed.

“Just before you come. Your breathing breaks. It’s not a gasp, or a hiccup. You hitch. Breath, then body, and then…” Her eyes close and she finishes through her smile, “you’re all mine.”

I have no idea what she’s talking about. At that point, well, I’m not the most attentive about my breathing.

“I do that?”

“Yes.”

“And you like it?”

Her eyes open and fix on mine.

“Oh, yes.”

My hand moves – seeking a fourth, sweeter spot. Her hand smooths my hair in its streamlined direction down.

“Show me.”

“Mmmm. Yesss.”