The Gamblers

I look in the mirror, pressing my lips together tightly, watching the lipstick  fill out my lips beautifully.  I run my tongue over them, knowing you will love the color.  It is the shade of my lips after a kiss, hard on my mouth.  I stare into my eyes, the smoky eyeshadow the perfect touch. My hair is pulled up into two braids, hanging down beside my ears.

My hands travel down baby pink cami, as I turn to look at my small ass in the mirror, covered in white capri pants.  I could see the pink strings of the thong peeking over my hips. I smiled, knowing I had three hands of cards I could lose.  I bite my lip, enjoying the look I give myself.  I inhale deeply, knowing I am getting turned on already.  I let a small giggle pass my lips, holding myself back.  I know I have to wait.

I hear a knock at the door and walk slowly to open it, knowing you are on the other side.

You smile at me, that crooked smile that I love so much, that smile that let's me know you have something in mind.  You are wearing blue jeans, hanging low on your hips with a gray t-shirt a band name written across it.  I pull the door open, letting you walk by.  I watch your ass move as you walk, kicking your shoes off by the coat closet.

"I am assuming we are equal now, right?  Three items," you say, looking over my body slowly, noticing my hard nipples pressing against the pink fabric.  I smile, nodding.

"Yes, that is correct." I say, following you slowly.  We enter the kitchen, the bright lights dimmly lighting the table.  The deck of cards sits on the table, awaiting our game.

"It is your deal first," you say, sitting down in a chair.  I move a chair out, sitting down slowly, arching my back out a little, knowing my shirt has risen over high on my back.  I know you can see the tiny indents over my hips that I know you love.

Your eyes skim over my body, watching me move, knowing I am purposely arching.  You smile at me, shuffling the cards a little.  Hanging them to me, you let your fingers brush against my upturned wrist slightly.

I shiver, the feel of your fingertips soft on the thin skin.  I can see my pulse slightly, throbbing visibly.  I can feel your eyes on it, caressing me mentally.

"Are you ready to lose," I ask you, pushing my lips together in a pucker as I shift the cards around, dealing out 5 face down to each of us.

"Are you," you ask, picking your cards up, slowly.  I watch your face as you stare at your cards, watching you move one around.  I pick mine up, grinning as I see a pair of aces. I toss the 3 random cards to the table.  You do likewise, licking your lips slowly.

I deal both of us three cards quickly.  You pick your new ones up, holding in a smile as you see the hand you now have, consisting of 2 pairs. You lay your cards down, clasping your hands together as I sigh loudly, tossing my cards to the table.

"You win that round," I say, rolling my eyes.  I look at you, smiling.

"What do I lose," I say, running the fingers over the straps of my top.  You look down, nodding toward my capris.  I get up and turn around, my ass facing you. I slowly unbutton them, the zipper mixing loudly with the sound you breathing heavily.  I push them down, curving my back in as I do.  The strings on my thong curve over my hips, the "y" dipping low on my back.  I kick the discarded pants across the room, laughing as they land on the counter.

You watch my display, appreciating the scantness of the thong.  The sheer pink covers a small patch of freckles that are sprinkled across the area, breaking up the milkiness of my skin.

"My deal," you say, licking your lips.  You pick the cards up, the cards moving through your hand like a Vegas dealer.  The cards fly out of your hand in a blur of red and white.  I pick my cards up, smiling down at the four heart cards.  I toss back the oddball suit, biting my lower lip slightly.  I fold the cards into a stack, awaiting my last card.

You watch me, holding a laugh in at the Cheshire cat smile.  You pick your cards up, seeing a mix and match of everything.  You know you have lost this hand so you just pick two cards and toss them down.  You slide me one card and take two for yourself.  They are random cards and none match.  You look to me, seeing the smile get bigger.

I look down at the five cards, all red, all hearts.  I lay them out, splayed wide open for you to see. You arch an eyebrow, looking them over.

"Impressive.  You win.  What will it be," you say, gathering the cards and rising to get two Code Reds from the fridge.  Your familiarity with my kitchen makes me smile, small flutters dancing in my stomach.

"I pick your shirt," I say, opening the can as you hand it to me.  You set the can down and smile at me, pulling the shirt over your head.  My eyes trace your long torso, the narrowing of your hips, smiling at the tiny trail of hairs on your stomach leading into your jeans.

"Nice," I say slowly, the words purring out of my mouth. I hold the cards out for you, my fingers wrapped tightly around them.  As you reach for them, I pull them back, out of your reach. You try again and I once again pull away.

"Oh, is this how we are going to play," you ask, lunging at me.  I let out a small scream as your body collides with mine.  Your chest presses against mine.  I hold the deck as far back as possible.  You grab my wrist, interlocking your fingers with mine.  I feel my hand falling, relaxing as I look into your eyes.  You lean forward slowly, squeezing my fingers.

"Got them," you say, grabbing the cards from me.  You pull away, sitting back in your chair.  You smile at me, wiggling your eyebrows at me, comically.  I growl at you, holding in my laugh.

"You like it," you say, shuffling and dealing.  I sit back, pouting as I look over my cards.  I have three kings and two aces.  I hold my pout on my face as you look at your cards.  You look to me and I shake my head.

"I think I can beat you with this," I say, smiling. You shrug, laying down your cards.  You have two pairs.  I easily beat you with my hand but I fold my cards and toss them face down on the table.

"I lost," I say, blinking quickly at you.

"Right, like I believe that expression," you say, gathering the cards without looking at them. " In that case, off comes your top." I smile, standing up.  You watch as I climb onto the table, stretching and arching like a cat.  I sit up on my knees, pulling the pink cami over my head, pulling it off slowly, my breasts high and proud.  I pul my shoulders back, pushing my breasts forward.

You stare at me, your mouth dropping a little.  Your eyes dance over my hard nipples taht you are displaying for me.  You stand up, taking one hard bud into your mouth, biting it roughly as you suck.  I moan, my eyes closing.

My hand tangles in your hair, clinching to you as you suck, your other hand raising to my other breast.  I relax, lowering to the table slowly, taking you with me.  Twisting my legs, I move so they are in front of me, spread wide open with your body between them.  The invisible pinkness barely covers my wet pussy, the slickness making them stick to my hairless slit.

You move your hand from my breast, moving lower, pulling the slip of material to the side.  You are faintly aware of me moaning as you start to rub my clit.  You start climbing onto the table, leaning me back onto table.   I feel your mouth moving away from my nipple, small kisses marking the path you follow to my stomach, darting your tongue into my belly button before going further south.

I giggle, squirming a little as you do this, nipping lightly the lower you get.  I fell you pull the thin laciness under my hips, dropping them to the floor.  I feel your mouth on my inner thighs, your fingers brushing gently against the soft skin you find.  My hands stray to the top of your head, clutching your hair as you start kissing the tender bareness.

I moan as you run your tongue over my skin, your fingers kneading my body.  I hear you moving, your hand searching on the table.  I close my eyes, jumping when I feel the sticky coldness drip onto my pussy.

"What are you doing," I say, my eyes springing open.  You smile, looking at me.

"Just relax, baby. I will clean you up," you say, setting the can out of the way.  The red liquid has pooled slightly on my hips, settling in the triangle of my pussy.

I lay back, feeling your lips and tongue sucking  the sugary soda off my skin.  The feel of your tongue is mouth against my skin as you lap at me.

"I think some got inside, baby," you whisper, moving your mouth against my clit.  I feel the moan pass my lips as you suck, running your tongue around my clit quickly.  I feel my body tensing up, like a rubber band being pulled tightly.

"Baby, baby, no not like this.  I want you.  In me, please," I moan, pulling at you, trying to pry you away from my wetness.  You move away, climbing over me, your dick finding my pussy quickly. You grab my wrists, pinning them down on the table.  My back arches up, my chest pressing into you.  I can feel the sweatiness between us, slippery and wet.

"Yes, fuck me baby. Fuck me," I moan, pulling my wrists in your hands.  You squeeze tighter, pressing down hard.  I growl quietly, my legs going around your waist, pulling you closer to me.

"Look me in the eyes, baby. I want you to watch me come.  Make me come, baby," I say, through clenched teeth.  You open your eyes, watching me, watching the changes overcome my face. My eyes flutter shut, my lashes dancing on my cheeks.  You bring me closer, your eyes drawn to my lips as I bite them, waiting for you to move me over the edge.  The gleam on my forehead makes the tiny hairs stick to my skin.  My braids lay on my chest, bouncing in the same sweaty rhythm you make.

You lean over , kissing my nec, sucking on my ear.  You listen as I breathe heavy and deep, it quickening as you make me tighten around your hard dick.

"Come for me, baby.  Do it," you whisper, moaning in my ear, grunting quietly, your breathing matching mine.  I wrap my arms around you, my hands on the back of your head, holding you to me as I feel everything taking over, my body controlling itself.  I can feel your breathe sliding hot on my neck as I explode, my eyes shut so tight.

I feel you tense up, moaning softly as you come inside me.  I feel you relaxing against me, sighing, your body melting into mine.  I close my eyes, my body tired and sore.

"We still have to finish our game," I say, smiling.  You let out a laugh that I feel against my stomach.

"I think we both just won, baby," you reply, pushing my sweat curled hair off of my face.