Bring it on

866 Words

Giggling Clare nudged Simon's key away from the lock and jammed hers home. Before she could turn it, Simon's arm curled around her waist and lifted her out of his way.

“Hey! No fair, that's cheating!”

Laughing he turned the key and fending her off with one hand, he shouldered the door open and performed a victory dance in the hallway.

“I won, I won, I WON!”
“Cheat!” she stamped her foot, her hands on her hips “Foul!”

Simon, still grinning, grabbed her arms and hauled her inside. Spinning her around he planted his hand on her bum and pushed her towards the kitchen.
“Grab the wine”, he locked the door and disappeared into the bedroom.

“I won”, Simon reminded her as she opened the wine.
“You cheated”
“Oh no, no rules, I won. My choice.”
Clare rolled her eyes, “Fine” she poured herself a glass of wine and took a sip.
“What, I don't get any?”
“Cheats get their own” she said primly and snatched her glass out of his reach by sliding off the sofa onto the floor. Wine slopped down her blouse and she yelped.

Laughing he dropped a box onto the table and helped himself to the wine. Cleaning her fingers by popping them into her mouth she glanced at the box and snorted.
“Don't tell me – Strip Poker” she yawned, picked up the cards and frowned at them “Oh my god, I bought these in Greece!” she giggled, blushing in memory, “I'd forgotten about these”.

“I know” he grinned “Still remember how red your face was.”

“Are you kidding? Buying ancient porn from a smirking creep. I'm surprised I didn't burst into flames” Clare's eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips “Still, Strip poker, hoooowww original”.

“And not what I had in mind”, Simon placed his glass on the table. Joined her on the floor and slipped his finger down over her collar bones between her breasts. He tugged the wet fabric off her skin, “Off. Take. it. all. off.”

“Naked cards?” she squirmed as his finger circled her nipple “that's it?”

“Three hands. Winner of each hand picks a card and the loser performs the act on the card” his head dipped and he sucked the wine off her nipple through the blouse, “and I'm on a winning streak”.

Clare's eyes popped open. Leaning against him she ran her fingers along his leg. Cupping the bulge in his jeans she murmured, “Wanna bet?” and squeezed.

Eyes locked they stripped. Simon's clothes vanished before Clare had finished with the buttons of her top. She laughed and taking her time peeled the wet cloth from her skin. Shaking her shoulders she dropped the blouse. Simon dipped forward and licked the wine from her breasts. When he leaned back she swayed towards him and he grinned.

She narrowed her eyes at him, stood, and turned her back to wriggle out of her jeans. Still with her back to him she caught the ribbon ties of her panties and tugged. Then spread her thighs and allowed the scrap of lace to slither to the floor.

Bending at the waist she glanced at him through her legs.
“I am soooo gonna win” and she winked.
Simon cleared his throat, “Deal the cards”.

They sat on the floor facing one another and slapped cards down fast.
“Snap!” Clare cried and laughing pull the pile of cards towards her. Simon, busy watching her breasts, shrugged.
“Pick a card.”
“Patience, patience...ah, here it is”, she peeked at him around the card. Touched it to her lips and slowly held it out.

As his hand reached for it she grinned and flicked his nipple with the edge and snatched it back. Simon tackled her and she squealed falling to her back. Stretching her arms over her head to hold it out of reach.

“Gimme”

Laughing she wrapped her arms and legs around him and twisted. Knocked off balance he rolled and she straddled him. Planting her pussy over his cock she wiggled, making him grunt. One hand braced on his chest she waved the card at him and he grabbed for it. Giggling she held it aloft.

“Patience! Good things come to those--”, she ended in a groan as his mouth caught her nipple and his teeth tugged at it.
“Give” he mumbled still holding fast.
“Okay!” she drew in a shuddering breath “Here” turning the card to face him she rocked her hips and added “But your face is at the wrong end”.

Simon replied with a groan.

The picture showed a couple entwined; their arms hooked around the others legs, mouths intent on their lovers pleasure. Giving and receiving in return. There bodies formed the letter 'O'; a far more fitting name than sixty-nine.

Simon wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled her head down for a kiss. Sliding her body down along his length Clare returned the kiss with interest. Panting their lips parted.

“No cumming.”
Simon laughed, “Or what?”.
“Oh no, I won, my choice” she licked her lips and rubbed her body over his, “I know what card I'm picking next”.
Simon grinned “Bring it on”.

And she did.