Free Rock Her by Liz Thomas Page A

Theory

 
    She sat next to him on the couch and handed him the wine. Kip
leaned over her and kissed her. She held her glass to the side and let him.
Then he broke the kiss and scanned her body. He held his glass over her belly
and let it tip. A small stream of wine splattered on her white skin, dribbling
down her belly, into her belly button, and between her legs. She giggled. Then
Kip leaned in and cleaned her with his tongue. The scent of the wine was sweet,
but soon the scent of her sex was overtaking it. Kip’s pants grew tighter and
he poured the rest of the wine over her, drenching her. The couch was white
leather, and now it was stained pink by the wine. So was Annie.
    Kips tongue ran up and down her belly, over her bra covered
breasts and flicked over her erect nipples underneath the thin fabric. When the
glass was empty, Kip threw it over his head. It crashed somewhere in the
kitchen. Then he used his hands to spread her legs slightly, before he buried
his face between them.
    Kip brought Annie to ecstasy there on the couch, sweet wine
mixing with her own juices. Then the pulled her into the bedroom, where he
pulled her bra off and tossed it somewhere. He took her nipple into his mouth
while falling back onto the bed and she helped him out of his pants. Moments
later he was kneeling beside her while she laid on her back, his cock casting a
shadow across her body from the city lights outside the window.
    He pulled her nipple as she stroked him over her.
    “Annie, have you ever considered getting a tattoo?” he asked
her.
    “Never,” she answered softly.
    “It’s not a big deal, really,” he said, looking down at her.
“Just a little prick.”
    Annie smiled up at him. “I prefer your big prick,” she said.
    Cheesy. At least she is
trying.
    She pulled him to her face and wrapped his stiffened cock in
her lips.
    God, she’s really good
with her mouth!
    Within minutes Annie brought Kip to the edge with her lips and
tongue, but she stopped before he coated her throat with his cum.
    Kip climbed over her and let Annie guide him inside her. He
slid in his full length slowly, and Annie realized then that as good as the
steak was at dinner, Kip’s meat was the best she’d ever had.
    Kip made love to Annie repeatedly. He brushed the hair from her
face so that he could look into her eyes while they made love. He smiled at her
with each thrust, and she smiled back. He brought her to orgasm again and again
before he filled her well attended pussy with his creamy load.
    When they were both well spent, they cuddled softly together
until Kip started to doze.
    “Kip,” Annie said quietly just before he fully dropped off.
    “Yes, Annie?”
    “I can go with you to Afghanistan, can’t I?”
    Kip was quiet for a minute. Then, “Afghanistan is a dangerous
place, Annie.”
    “I know.”
    “But I am going to do a concert,” Kip added. “I guess you want
to be writing about it.”
    “I will.”
    “Well, I guess you’ll be going then,” Kip said.
    Annie smiled in the dark and pulled him tighter to her.
    “Kip?” She said again.
    “Yes.”
    “Have we had our last words about what can and can’t go into
the biography?” Annie asked.
    “Like I said, Annie, we can talk more about it tomorrow.”
    “Kip?”
    “Yes, Annie?”
    “Will you go with me to my apartment tomorrow and help me
pack?” She asked
    Kip turned over to face her. “Jacky said we’re not leaving till
this weekend, Annie. We’ve got a few days before you have to pack.”
    “Ah,” Annie said. She looked down and away from him.
    Kip saw the consternation on her face and realized there was a
different question that she hadn’t asked.
    “Annie,” Kip said. “You want to come stay with me here?”
    Annie looked at him with pleading eyes.
    Kip smiled. “Sure, I’ll help you pack tomorrow.” Annie smiled
too.

 
    Chapter Three

 
    Neither one of them slept in late. They both woke when the sun
filled their room. Kip was up wandering