Red Velvet. Noelle Mack

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      “Okay,” she laughed. “Ruth Pirelli, undercover poet. I like the sound of that.”

      Nick slapped her on the butt in a friendly way. “The NYPD is looking for a few good poets.”

      “Oh, yeah? Sign me up.”

      He pulled her close into his chest and hugged her. “I was kidding. Undercover work is dangerous. And I don’t want to talk shop. We were talking about…what were we talking about?”

      “My fantasy,” she said softly.

      “Does it involve cops? Jesus, I hope so.”

      She sat up a little and began to unbutton his shirt, stroking his nipples under the fine ribbed cotton of the tank-style undershirt he wore. They were nice and dark and tight. Nick smiled sensually.

      “Yeah. One cop. Who’s been watching me.”

      He arched a brow and gave her a lazy but intrigued look. “You like to be watched, huh?” He began to undo her buttons and caressed her breasts inside the bra. “Is that a nipple ring I feel?”

      “Yeah.”

      He groaned with pleasure. “You’re full of surprises. Shy women are the wildest. So why is this cop watching you? What’d you do?”

      “I didn’t do anything. He lives in the building across from mine.”

      Nick’s eyes narrowed. “For real? I’ll have to kill him.”

      “No-oo. I’m making this up.”

      He pulled both breasts gently out of her bra, propping them on the soft edge of the cups and playing with her nipples. “Mm. That ring is unbelievably sexy. Any other identifying marks? Tattoos?”

      “I thought you didn’t want to talk shop.”

      “Sorry. Get back to your fantasy. I’ll play with your tits and you talk.”

      Ruth rubbed her overflowing breasts against his face. Nick latched onto the one with the delicate nipple ring first, putting the tip of his tongue through it and tugging gently, then licking the hard tip.

      “So I just got home from a club. You know, I went dancing with a few guys but no one I wanted to go home with, so I called it a night—”

      “A few guys? I’ll have to kill them too.” He cupped both of her breasts in his big, warm hands and looked up at her blissfully.

      “Nice to know I can turn you into a homicidal lunatic.”

      “I’m a man,” Nick said. “I guard what’s mine.”

      Make that a red-blooded Italian-American man, Ruth thought, looking down at him with admiration she couldn’t hide. A native son of the beautiful Bronx and from around, just like her.

      Knowing where he came from made her a whole hell of a lot more confident than usual. She pushed the other nipple into his mouth. “Shut up. So I’m feeling restless. Then I peek out the window and whaddya know—my cop is watching. I can’t see him clearly but I saw the curtain at his window move a little and I get a glimpse of the outline of his body.”

      “Mmf.” Nick got busy with her tits again.

      “I want to masturbate while he watches.”

      He leaned his head back and tried to sit up straighter. “This could be good.”

      Ruth raised herself up off his lap and kneeled on the sofa next to him, resting her arms on the back and her head on her arms. He turned to his side, taking in the new view.

      She peeked at him, almost not believing that she could be so wanton. But it wasn’t like she didn’t know him. She had, for almost all her life, and that made all the difference.

      And she wasn’t lying about her fantasy. She wanted Nick to watch what she was about to do, wanted to see how hot she could get him before he begged to penetrate her. He got up with alacrity, ripping off his shirt and tossing it aside.

      “Keep your pants on. This is about watching.”

      “Right.” He kneeled in back of her.

      She hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her pantyhose and pulled them down about halfway down her thighs, leaving her sheer underwear where they were, still cupping her soft, round ass cheeks.

      Ruth set her knees wide apart so the pantyhose were stretched tight. Nick caressed the sides of her hips, pausing to press kisses on the black chiffon of her panties, licking right through the sheer material to her swollen cunt, tasting her briefly and then going back to ass worship.

      He stopped only when she reached behind with both hands and began to pull her panties down about halfway, pausing to let him fondle and stroke her ass and take a few gentle nips. Then she pulled her panties down more, really slowly, until her behind was completely bare. She could feel his breath on her naked flesh, knew he was waiting for what she would do next.

      “My panties are so wet,” she said softly, bringing her hands back in front of her and touching the soaked black chiffon from inside. She cupped her pussy with the same hand, then stimulated her labia with eager fingers, thrusting one in to get her juices flowing.

      Nick sure as hell wasn’t shy. She felt him bury his face between her thighs, thrusting his tongue in where her fingers were, working on her sensitive flesh at just her rhythm and speed.His hands were around her ankles, and he stroked her red velvet shoes, toying with the straps like they were bondage gear, obviously enjoying giving oral pleasure to a woman who was still almost completely clothed.

      Ruth knew what she looked like. She’d used mirrors to masturbate this way, looking into a little one that reflected a tall mirror in back of her, aroused by the sight of herself with a skirt pulled up, her panties stretched tautly between her thighs and her bare ass in full view, plump pussy in between. It was like watching another woman and being that woman at the same time.

      Nick was licking her harder now, spreading her cheeks with strong hands. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and stretched it open, very wide, so he could see the glistening pink.

      He took his cue and shoved his tongue in deep, using it like a cock until Ruth began to moan with pleasure. He thrust his tongue again and again, giving her the hot loving she craved there, eager to be of service to her. And he stayed away from her throbbing clit, knowing instinctively that she wanted the experience to last.

      After a very thorough tongue-fucking that a dyke would have been proud of—Ruth was almost in tears from the intensely pleasurable sensation of not being able to come—he pulled away, wiping his wet mouth on her warm, bare ass.

      Nick got to his feet, standing over her to reach underneath and feel her breasts, overflowing the bra cups. He tugged on her nipples, handling the ringed one with particular gentleness; then kneeled on the sofa with his long, jeans-clad legs on either side of her half-bared thighs. She could feel his erect cock straining against his taut fly, pressing against the lowest part of her spine, almost between her ass cheeks, as he caressed her tits.

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