by Daisy Allen
"You.."
"I'm not done. I want you so much I can barely function. I want you so much... that nothing will take the place of my cock inside you. Do you know, I haven't cum in three months since my accident? I thought after I took my arm casts off, I'd be making up for lost time, but I don't want to orgasm, unless it's inside you. I want you so bad, that I've stayed up whole nights thinking about every little thing I want to do to you and in what order. Firstly, I'm going to peel off every layer of your clothing, because I'm sick of imagining what you look like naked. I want to see it with my own eyes... and touch it with my own fingers. Secondly, I want to trace your nipples with my tongue, until they get so hard and wet, that you beg me to take it into my mouth. And even then, I won't stop.”
“Thirdly..."
I stop as she places a finger against my mouth.
"Stop talking."
"But..."
"No. Stop talking. Stop talking… and start doing."
Her front teeth dig into her lip and it's so sexy I almost burst. I lean over and kiss her. Kiss her so hard I think I draw blood, but I don't care. I want to kiss away every doubt in her mind that I want her. And replace it with the knowledge that I am nothing but consumed with want for her.
"Jez..." she moans, and I pull back to give her a moment to take a breath. Her eyes are wide and round and dark and full of lust. And I'm not sure how I stop myself from just taking here there and then, but I do, promising myself, soon.
I take her hand and we almost run to the elevators, standing far apart once we're inside, in case we can't hold off for those last few seconds.
The elevator door dings, and we practically race to our room, she moves the key in front of the lock and my hands are already on her, my mouth on the back of her neck.
The door finally gives way to us, and we fall inside, arms and legs and mouths and hands all over each other.
Not like this, not in the foyer of our hotel room, not for the first time. I think.
Before I know what I'm doing, I pull her arm over my neck and sweep my other arm under her legs.
"No! Jez! Be careful!" She cries into my ear.
I silence her with a kiss as I carry her to the bed.
"I'd break all the bones in my body one by one to be with you just this one perfect time," I whisper into her ear. I lay her gently on the bed and press a soft kiss to her lips before I drag my fingers down her body and pull off her shoes.
"One," I rasp. My hands walk back up her body, tucking under the shoulder straps of her dress, ready to peel it from her body.
"What?" She gasps, as I pull her dress down her body.
"'One' I said. I told you, I've thought about the order I'm going to do this in for a very long time."
Every single movement is causing me pain. Not in my hands. In my cock. I need to fuck her so bad I can barely take a breath, but I want this to be right for her.
"Jez," she says pushing my hands away and getting up on her knees on the bed. She pulls on the front of my shirt until my mouth is on hers. It's hard to not be kissing her constantly. She tastes like the most delicious, sweet, plump, juicy strawberry.
"Forget the numbers,” she says and I raise my eyebrows. "And just fuck me."
She releases the dam, and there's no going back. I push her down onto the bed, climbing over her. Her mouth is waiting for me, and I devour her, as my hand fumbles between her legs, pushing them apart.
She reaches down her thighs and slides her panties as far down her legs as she can, and I rip them off the rest of the way.
God, her scent fills the air. Fresh, salty, driving me insane.
I barely have time to unbuckle my belt and free my cock, before she reaches for me, pulling my mouth back down to hers again. Her need for me is making me dizzy, breathless. It’s the most incredible feeling in the world.
I wriggle my hips, my cock springing free. Ready for her.
She moves to wrap her legs around my hips and although it’s excruciating to stop, I have to.
"Fuck... wait, wait, baby,” I pant, “I don't have a..."
"Shhhh, you don't need one.” She presses her fingers to my lips. “I promise, you're safe with me. If you can promise the same, then we don't need one."
And in that moment, I know I’ve fallen all the way.
"I do,” I tell her. Saying everything in those two short words.
She smiles, and for a moment, her sweetness overtakes her sexiness. But then I feel her hips rock under mine, her heat permeating my groin and my mind short circuits.
And I all can think about is driving myself inside her.
I push my knee between her legs and they part for me, wide open, falling back against the bed. I press my index finger into her wetness, and it glides in past the first knuckle.
She squeezes, involuntarily around the tip of my finger. And I try to ignore imagining how it’s going to feel when it’s my cock inside her.
"Uhhh, damn. Jez." She groans as I press deeper inside her, as far as I can reach.
She’s ready. She's so ready for me. The thought makes my cock twitch so hard I'm almost afraid it's all over.
I pull my finger from her and she watches as I slide it into my mouth.
Tasting her.
"You are so delicious, Noémie, so sexy, you drive me wild," I whisper into her ear, my voice raspy and thick.
And then I grip her hips, positioning my cock right snug in that delicious opening between her legs and drive myself into her.
"AH!” She moans, and I can just growl in response.
It’s sheer bliss. I rock my hips against her, dragging my hardness in and out, in and out of her.
Her legs come up to wrap around my waist and pull me even deeper into her.
"Oh, Noémie, sexy, temptress Noémie. How could you possibly think I didn't want to do this? God, all I've wanted to do since I met you the first time, was fuck you." I admit, remembering how I’d have taken her in that mens’ bathroom, against the wall, against the door, on the floor if she’d have given me the tiniest indication she wanted me.
But now, after everything, getting to have her now, makes it all the more sweet.
My hips thrust forward and her moan catches deep in her throat. I force myself to open my eyes as I watch her. Watch her as I fuck her.
"Yes, yes, yes," she murmurs, and I can tell she's close. We’ve been on the edge for days. This was never going to last too long. Nor do I want it to. I want to come inside her.
"Come with me, baby," I urge her.
"Yes," she pants.
I brace against the bed, one arm over her head as I thrust, harder and harder. She squeezes around me, and my brain empties of all thought except our climaxes.
Her fingers scratch at my chest and I'm so close I bite down hard on my tongue to hold back. The sting temporarily distracts me from coming.
"Oh god!" she screams, almost deafening me, and her whole body stiffens.
I can't wait. I can't hold off any longer and I slam myself against her one last time, already feeling my body shake as my cock jerks and empties inside her.
"Oh... fuck. Noémie. Baby, shit fuck," I babble, as I feel her start to relax, her hands coming up to run through my hair.
I collapse against her, once I'm done. Struggling for breath.
She wraps her arms around me, and I can't speak yet. So, I just kiss her. A soft, gentle press of my lips against hers.
"Oh, Jez," she sighs, and it's the most incredible sound in the world.
After a few minutes, I move to slide off her, but her arms tighten around me.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Nowhere, I don't want to get too heavy on you."
"You're not. I like it. Just a little bit longer, okay?"
"Anything you like, baby. Anything you like."
I lay back, my head against her shoulder, my body draped over hers, our legs entangled, me still inside her.
Exactly where I want to be.
"So, you did want
to fuck me," she says after a little while, and there's a cheeky grin on her face.
"Yup, pretty sure we've cleared that up, you little minx," I say, sliding off her so I can pull her against me.
She settles against my chest, and I brush the hair from her face, trying to ignore the fresh scar on her scalp.
"Did you really think I wasn't attracted to you?"
"I didn't know. You never... I mean, so we kissed a few times and you seemed to want more than just talking. But you never made a big move." And I almost burst out laughing because if only she’d known the thoughts I was having about her in my head, she would probably have run off in the opposite direction screaming at the creepy pervert in the hospital room down the hall. But the truth is, there’s more to it than that. And I tell her.
"I was... I still am, worried."
A frown flashes across her forehead. "About what?"
"That I'm going to hurt you, sweetheart. I don't know what your injuries are, we've never really talked about it."
She shifts so she's sitting up on the bed, looking down at me. Her hair is tousled, wisps framing her face, and then ends hanging over her bare chest, her soft pink nipples peeking out from under it. It’s a good thing I’ve just come, or else I’d been leaning over to take them into my mouth right now. Her lips are red and bruised and her face is bare, makeup free.
And I've never seen someone so stunning in my life.
"Sit up," she says softly, patting the bed in front of her.
And I move, kicking my pants completely off. I'm kneeling in just a black T-shirt in front of her, and I’m utterly comfortable. She smiles and takes my hand and lifts it to the left side of her head.
The hair there is shaved, around her scar. She guides my fingers over it. It's soft and smooth. I close my eyes and count the bumps, the stitches scars. It feels nothing like it looks.
"That’s where I hit my head and fractured my skull. I was in a coma for almost a month. But it’s all healed now. See? Nothing to worry about. I'm okay."
I open my eyes; she takes my hand and places it against her chest. My hand automatically cups around the curve of her breasts and she giggles a little.
"Feel my heart beat?"
I do, counting the thump-thump against my palm. "It's fast."
"Yeah. You do that." She moves her hand to run them over my wrist and fingers. "Did it hurt? When you carried me to the bed?"
"Yes." I won't lie to her. "A little."
"I'm sorry," she says, her face falling, her eyes losing their shine.
"Hey," I lift her chin with my finger, forcing her to look at me. "It's okay."
I take her hand and press it to my heart.
"What you do for me in here, heals the injuries I have here," I show her the scars on my hands.
She nods, understanding and sighs.
There's a twinkle in her eye and I wonder what she's thinking. She moves her hand down my chest, over my stomach to rest between my legs. My cock twitches, coming to life instantly.
"What about what I do for you there?"
"Be careful, or else you're going to find out."
Her eyebrows lift and she runs a fingertip along the length of my hardening cock. "Is this careful enough?"
"What do you think?"
"I think I could be a little more careless," she teases, her fingers curling into a fist and stroking the head of my cock.
I inhale sharply. Fuck. How can she make me want her so badly. Crazy woman.
She grins at me, as she feels me harden and lengthen under her touch.
"Getting close to the line, baby," I warn her, daring her.
"Oh, I think I'm okay, still. I have pretty good balance, I can walk this tightrope."
Her thumb brushes over the tip, and my heart and dick both jump.
Fuck.
Too far.
I swat her hand away and push her back down onto the bed.
"Hey!" she protests, but I quiet her with a hard kiss. Then I sit back and trace the lines and curves of her naked body with my fingertips.
She’s so beautiful.
Naked and stunningly fucking breathtaking. So much it moves me, that she’s giving herself to me.
"What?" she says, after a moment of me silently ogling her, and tries to sit up, covering her chest with her arm.
"No, no no no," I say, gently pushing her arm away, "never cover up. Never. You're stunning."
"No, my boobs are too big," she says, and I can't help but laugh.
Laugh a little too loud and long because she sits up and glares at me, pulling the blanket up over her.
"Sweetheart. Just, no. That's not a thing."
"What?"
"Too big boobs."
"You try carrying them around."
"It would be my honor." I say, pushing her back down onto the bed and trapping her legs under mine as I straddle her, cupping her breasts under my hands. They're full and luscious and round and demand my attention.
I lower my mouth over her right breast, breathing deeply, my hot breath washing over them, and she squirms.
"Careful, Jez," she warns.
"Of what?"
" I might like it."
"Oh, you can count on it, sweetheart," I say and run my tongue over the tip of her nipple. Her curse is my reward, but I don't have time to gloat before I do it again, slowly, the hard laps of her nipple with my tongue making it glisten.
"Ohhh," she moans. And it becomes my goal in life to make her make that sound.
I reach over to her other nipple and flick it with the tip of my fingers. Her hips buck under me, and her hands come up, tangling in my hair, pushing my mouth down.
"This, by the way, since you interrupted me. Was third on my list. Of things I wanted to do to you."
"What was fourth?"
"I'm so glad you asked."
I slide my way down her body, pushing her legs apart and plunge my tongue inside her.
"FUCK!" she yells, her legs kicking out.
"Shhhh... the neighbors will hear," I tease her before sliding my tongue back inside her. She whimpers, and it drives me on. I gently part her, exposing her clit, and blow gently on it for a moment before wrapping my lips around it.
She gasps and I know she's close. My sweet, sexy minx is always on the edge, it seems. And I can't wait to see how many times I can push her over the cliff and her hear scream my name.
I move my mouth away to make room for my thumb to circle her clit and my tongue slide back inside her.
"Ohhh... don't stop," she begs.
"I won't," I promise her. "Come for me."
"Ohhh yes," she mumbles, her hip circling along with the motion of my hand.
My tongue laps at her, drinking in every drop of her as my fingers press harder, faster against her button.
"Oh god!" she screams and I feel her constrict around my tongue, her whole body arching as she trembles, her hands coming up to cup her own breasts.
It's so erotic that I need to be a part of it.
I slide up her still shaking body, and pull her on top of me.
"Fuck me," I tell her. And she nods, her eyes still glazed over.
I hold myself ready for her and she slides on top of me, sinking down, all the way down in one earth-shattering movement,
"Oh, Jez," she moans, her hands digging into my stomach, drawing half-moons into my skin with her nails.
"I showed you how much I wanted you, now you show me," I growl, my hands against her hips.
She doesn’t say a word, just rocks her hips, and I feel myself grazing against every inch of her.
I'm pulsing so hard inside her, I know she can feel it.
"Fuck me, baby," I urge her, and she moves faster, each time sliding down harder, taking me deeper, embedding me into her body further. Making me hers, completely.
"Oh, baby. Now. Now," I grunt, and I thrust up into her, feeling myself harder than I've ever been, before I release.
Everything.
For her.
> She's coming down when I finally catch my breath, and she lays down on top of me, her chest against mine.
Her hot breath over my skin.
"I told you to be careful," I say, and she lifts her chin, digging it into my sternum, looking up at me.
"I was as careful as I needed to be," she says with a wink.
"To do what?"
"To do exactly what we just did."
"Dirty girl.”
"That's better than ‘Toilet Girl,’” she giggles and tickles my bare stomach.
"Yeah." And then it occurs to me. "Wait, what?" I sit up, not sure I heard her clearly.
"What?"
"What did you just say?"
"I don't remember, wasn't important,” she shrugs.
"No... it was. Are you getting your memory back?"
"I don't think so... why?"
"You said, 'Toilet Girl.’" I say it slow, pointedly, but her expression doesn’t change.
"Yeah, I guess... not sure what that means."
"That's what I called you... when we met. I called you Toilet Girl!" I can barely keep the excitement out of my voice.
"What?” she exclaims, her eyes wide, surprised. “Why?"
"Who cares why! You remember!"
"I... I guess. I don't know why or how or what it means, I just... I just remember you calling me that. You sure it wasn’t since we met at the hospital?"
"No! Oh, Emmie!"
"You mean..."
"I think you're starting to remember... or at least something is waking up!"
"Jez!" Her eyes start to well up and I can feel mine threatening to as well. "Oh my god! Hurry up, brain! Give it up!" She shakes her head a little, as if trying to dislodge a water bubble in her ear.
I laugh, a weight lifting. She's starting to remember.
And then she'll know, we were meant to be all along.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Noémie
It's late when we finally fall asleep, bodies exhausted, but spirits happy about the hope that I'm starting to remember. I don't feel any different. Or maybe I do, maybe I don't even know that I'm remembering. Just that, he called me Toilet Girl before my accident. And now I remember it.
