by Sierra Hill
Elle’s palm lands on the back of my head, sinking into my wet strands and pulling my head down to meet hers. Her lips flirt against mine, until one tiny move has our mouths colliding. She trembles, my arms circling her waist and clutching her to my damp chest.
I taste the cinnamon of her flavored gum as I lay claim to her mouth. My tongue glides along her crease, coaxing her to open for me. Licking inside, I’m fevered from the heat of her mouth and tingle from her taste.
This is no playful peck. It’s full-on, bring-you-to-your-knees consuming need, begging to release the fire that’s been burning deep within all these years.
The kiss is years of pent-up desire, not easily quenched with a quick lip lock. No, this kiss may just last for hours, until the tide returns, and the sun comes up.
I make a sweep of my tongue over her soft, plump lips before ravaging her mouth once again. Who needs air when I can live off of Elle’s delicious taste and sweet touch? My appetite for more makes itself known through the deep rumble that breaks free from the back of my throat and my body vibrates with the need to devour every inch of her. To move my kiss down her neck, to the hollow of her throat, over her collarbone to her tight nipples poking out of her thin silk bra.
Ellie grinds against me with shameless desire, my cock fitting nicely against her center, the heat and friction becoming almost too much. Sliding my hands down the small of her back, I palm her ass and lift her up, coaxing her legs to wrap around my hips.
She sucks in a gasp and tears her mouth from mine. “What are you doing?”
The loss of her mouth has me growling, as she pulls her head back, her eyes flashing with surprise, darkened by lust.
I lean in for another quick, teasing kiss, turning us both back toward the road and heading up the beach.
“I’m taking you home to warm you up.”
Ellie giggles, her hands clasping at the base of my neck, her eyes drifting to my lips before meeting my gaze again. “Oh yeah? How exactly do you plan to do that, Powell?”
I squeeze her ass, rocking her against my erection, and smile salaciously. The wispy sound that tumbles out of her throat gives me hope for what’s to come.
We reach my car and I drop her to her feet, groaning as she slides her slick body against mine. Just that friction alone has my aching cock demanding that we speed things along.
Ellie leans back against the car door, my body folds over hers, arms overhead to cage her in. My fingertip glides over her shoulder, easing under the strap of her bra as I bend to place open mouthed kisses along the curve of her neck.
“Deacon,” she moans, the sound rolling off her tongue as she arches into my chest.
Her silky flesh tastes of saltwater and coconut. I drop my hand to palm her breast, my thumb lazily stroking the tight bud of her nipple as she moans and trembles.
“I’ve waited so long for this, Elle. The minute we get home, we’re taking a hot shower and I’m going to make you come with my fingers and my tongue. And that’s just for starters. Once you’re warm, I’m going to make you come again, but this time with my cock buried deep inside you.”
Ellie’s uncharacteristically quiet, and I’m worried I stepped over the line by revealing my dirty thoughts and desires. When I tear my mouth away and pull back to look at her, I notice something I’ve never seen in Elle’s expression before.
Pure desire.
Her mouth is lax, her eyes darkly hooded as she bites down on her plump bottom lip, swollen from my kisses. She whimpers and the sound goes straight to my balls.
“Oh my God, Deacon. I had no idea you talked dirty.”
I lift an eyebrow, throwing her a flirty smirk as I reposition her bra strap on her shoulder. Shrugging, I open the car door and usher her inside, her head tilted up to stare at me.
“There are a lot of things you might not know about me. But you’re about to find out.”
I give her wink and leave her with that thought as I close the door and hear her gasp at the implication. She really has no idea yet what I have in store for her. What I’ve waited all these years to give her.
9
Ellie
This is surreal.
Never in a million years would I have envisioned this sort of sexual fantasy-come-to-life with Deacon in his shower. Naked and getting it on.
The minute we entered his small, two-bedroom beach house, he divested me of my wet clothing and undergarments, leading me straight into his bathroom. As we waited for the water to heat up, he allowed me to remove his jeans and wet briefs, the experience burning a memory into my brain that I will never forget as long as I live.
All six-foot-two of Deacon stands in front of me, naked as the day he was born, as I stare and fondle and touch every glorious inch. His body has only gotten hotter with age.
Rippling abs are certainly the high point, as I trace patterns with my fingertips, enjoying the bowing flex of his muscles every time I smooth over the ridges and valleys. I coast my hands over his shoulders, down his lean torso and caress a path along his narrow hips that converge into a tapered V formation, desperate to lick down his sexy treasure trail.
The highlight of this sexy field trip is obviously the thick, long package that juts out at his belly, twitching with desire to be touched. So, I do. I’m also a hella good multi-tasker and cup a hand under his balls, which are very full and firm. I get a tickle of excitement to know he manscapes.
Now, this isn’t my first rodeo, folks. I’ve seen my share of cocks and balls since losing my virginity in college.
But goddamn, Deacon has been hiding a super-sized sausage from this unsuspecting girl.
I mean, I noticed it in high school in his Speedos, but that was then. And this - holy cow - this is now, and it’s more than a handful.
The good thing about Deacon’s old beach cottage is that it takes the old and cranky pipes forever to produce hot water. Which means as we wait, I have the necessary time to explore and unveil all the sexy secrets he’s been hiding from me all these years. Especially the way he talks dirty to me in a low, raspy tone that I’d never heard before.
My own sex clenches in response when I wrap my fingers around his hard length, his deep masculine rumble stirring the desire within me so high I feel weightless and dizzy. I brush my thumb over the crown, spreading the warm liquid of his pre-cum around the head, enjoying the way his body tenses and flexes at my touch.
One of Deacon’s hands slips through my hair, fingertips massaging my scalp in the same tempo in which I stroke his cock. His other hand drops between my legs, one of his long fingers sliding between my lips, parting them deftly, flicking the pulsing bud of my clit.
“Have you ever thought about this, Elle?” he asks, entering my wetness with a quick thrust of his finger. Our breathy moans mingle in the now steamy bathroom air.
My grip tightens around his cock, circling and stroking in uneven movements, as he thrusts and withdraws, my hips undulate in time with needy rhythm, punching forward to seek the friction. To seek release.
His question catches me by surprise and awakens something that has been buried deep all these years. My attraction to Deacon has always been there in some form and at some level. But I’d always denied it for the sheer fact that he was once my bestie’s boyfriend and it seemed like he was off-limits.
When I don’t answer, he prods me again. “Tell me.”
There’s only one way to answer the question.
“Yes.”
My voice tremors with a release of shaky breath. “But I never thought it would happen.”
He captures my mouth in a dizzying kiss, licking my lower lip as I open on a gasp, my knees wobbling from the intensity.
Deacon nudges me forward into the shower, following closely behind, as I shiver wildly while hot water rains down over me. Standing under the stream of piping hot deluge, his hands grasp my hips and swivel me around to face the tile wall. I slap my forearms against the tile and release a sigh as I’m struck with pleasure, his soapy hands l
athering my back.
He moves in close, so his mouth is at my ear, his fingers maneuvering around to my front. My belly quivers knowing the direction he’s taking and wondering where he’ll end up.
Will he go high or low?
With no hesitation whatsoever, Deacon cups my breast with a rough palm, and I moan so loudly it ricochets off the shower glass and then mixes with the sounds of water rinsing down the drain.
The pinch of my nipple increases my need, doing nothing to tame or quench my desire for him to touch me everywhere. Both of his hands are now in on the action, fondling my small-sized breasts with soapy slickness, plumping the firm flesh in his grip.
“Feels so good,” I moan lustily.
I shift my stance to lean back into his body and feel the hard length of his cock press into the crease of my ass. It seems crazy to think that earlier today we had never seen each other naked or touched any intimate body parts in our life.
And now here we are, caressing and lathering one another up, as he whispers in my ear about all the dirty things he wants to do to me and what he likes.
“Your body is so perfect.”
“I want to lick the water dripping from your nipples.”
“I can’t wait to taste your pussy and tongue-fuck you so hard.”
Deacon nips at my ear and slithers a large palm down my stomach until he reaches the apex between my legs.
Bingo.
“You feel so good, Elle. I can’t get enough of your soft skin.”
His fingers search and find my opening, destroying me as his thumb strums circles over my clit, sending zings of pleasure down to my toes.
The tension builds low in my belly, my breathing accelerating at the anticipation of the climax that’s sure to unleash at any moment.
Sure enough, the moment he slips two fingers inside me and curves them upward, hitting the detonate button with precision, he sends me flying to the moon.
I don’t orgasm like those loud, well-endowed women in porn, screaming their release like wailing and keening hyenas. No, I’m more on the quiet side, releasing in small pants of air as my body goes from wound tighter than a stretched rubber band to limp as a bowl of Jell-O, my limbs wiggly and unable to move on their own accord.
“Damn, that was incredible.”
Taking the support he offers, my head droops back to rest against Deacon’s shoulder, and I tilt my chin up to look into his eyes. His warm, brown-eyed gaze meets mine and he places a gentle kiss on the top of my nose.
And I melt.
“Glad I could be of assistance.”
Spinning in his arms to face him, my hands wind around his lower back and caress the curve of his ass before giving the firm cheeks a squeeze.
“I seem to recall you offering me more of that earlier. Something about your bed and your cock.”
I give him an innocent smile and blink slowly before I step around him and out of the shower, grabbing one of the towels from the stack he’d brought in earlier.
Making haste, I dry off and head toward his king-sized bed, beckoning him with the crook of my finger as I lay down and watch his naked form saunter toward me.
Did I mention this was surreal?
10
Deacon
This is fucking unbelievable. A dream come true.
I just gave the girl I’ve been in love with for years, the one who clearly planted me in the friend zone, an orgasm while wet and naked in my shower.
Somebody pinch me because I must be dreaming.
The dream, however, isn’t over yet, as I stalk toward Ellie now laying on her side across my bed, a seductive look on her face and a naughty gleam in her eyes. Her arm is outstretched across the roll of her curvy hip as she beckons me with a “come hither” crook of her finger.
I walk forward in a glazed-horny-zombie-man haze, my inner caveman instincts kicking in when a naked woman wants what you have to offer her. I’d give her anything she wants right now.
Placing a knee on the edge of the bed, I pitch forward and cage her against the mattress, causing her to roll to her back.
Taking a drive-by perusal of her glorious body laid out underneath me like a king’s buffet, I groan when she clasps my cock in her warm palm, enclosing me in her fist.
“I’m not going to survive this, Elle,” I freely admit, knowing that there’s no recovering from this experience with her tonight.
All I can think about – other than what it’ll feel like when I’m seated fully inside her – is what I need to do to make this happen on repeat.
“Being with you like this, is…”
Ellie raises her hands and cups my cheeks, lifting her lips to meet mine and kissing me deeply.
“I know.”
Reaching over and opening the nightstand drawer, I pluck out a condom, making quick work of ripping the foil packet open and sliding it over my aching cock under Ellie’s lustful gaze.
Christ, the way she watches me in this most intimate process has my dick pulsing and twitching in my own hand. Making sure I’m covered properly, I reposition myself between the cradle of her legs, lightly stroking my dick through the dewy slickness at her entrance. Closing my eyes, I thrust into her pussy, relishing the tight grip and her hot gasp of air that leaves her mouth in a puff.
I want this to last because it’s the most incredible feeling ever, but I grow hungrier and more desperate with every thrust and withdrawal. My hips punch forward in a heated rhythm, savoring the anticipation and her sexy gasps.
Hoping to buy myself some time, I bend down and pay some attention to her tits, placing open-mouth kisses over the smooth curves of her perfect breasts. I suck in a tight nipple as she arches her back and grinds against my dick with sexy pelvic thrusts. My cock likes this action, and I withdraw entirely, gliding my length through her wet center.
“Dammit, Deacon. You’re such a tease. Get back inside, now.”
Lifting my eyes from my position between her cleavage, I wiggle my eyebrows, flicking the tip of her nipple with the flat of my tongue, earning a nice, long moan from my sexy girl.
“Well aren’t you a demanding little girl. Maybe I like teasing you.” I emphasize this with a pull of her nipple.
She gives me a sassy growl and I chuckle, giving her one more swipe of my tongue. I kiss her hotly, my tongue running over her bottom lip as I slip my cock once again between her folds.
“How’s this for a tease?” I question, pushing the fat head of my cock into her inch by inch, slowly entering and then retreating, pushing in and pulling back out.
“Oh gaaaawwwwd…” she keens, her body opening for me as I thrust in fully this time, hitting something deep inside her that has her crying out in pleasure.
There’s this moment when everything in the world stops its existence. Angels sing. The Earth stops its rotations. All the stars in the sky go dark.
Everything.
And I mean everything in my life has been meaningless except for all the perfect moments I’ve spent with Ellie leading up to this point. In a flash, I recall all the times we’ve spent together since we were kids. Our friendship that began years ago has led us to this very moment and all its significance.
There is nothing better than falling in love with your best friend.
Sounds cheesy, I know, especially since I’m in the throes of passion while fucking said best friend, but it’s the truth. I know this woman inside and out. Her heart, her mind, her soul. And now I have her body and I’m finally awake to see the natural way we just fit together.
Ellie grabs hold of my ass and pushes me forward as I slam into her, our bodies colliding. She wraps her legs snugly around me, heels digging in and thighs opening so she can take more of me.
Taking and giving. It’s what we’ve always done for each other, but this time, it has a much deeper meaning. A deeper significance that has ramifications if it’s just a one-time-thing.
God, I hope it’s not just a one-time-thing.
I grit my teeth at the exquisit
e feeling of being inside Ellie and the way her inner muscles tighten and clench around my cock. We rock against each other, finding the perfect timing, my headboard banging against my bedroom wall with each thrust and retreat.
Taking a moment to look down at the place where are bodies are joined, my heart pumps wildly at the vision of my cock sliding in and out of Ellie’s body. It’s too much. Her scent, the tight clutch of her pussy around my aching cock, the sounds of her soft, sensual noises escaping her parted lips.
Sensory overload.
I’m getting close, although I want more than anything to make this last, but after years of wanting something for so long, I don’t think I’m capable of holding out any longer. Maybe a better, stronger man could, but this is too good.
Reaching for her hand, I pull it over her head and weave my fingers through hers, clasping her hand tightly in mine. The hand I’ve held many times before this, but never in this manner. Never as I’ve looked down at her naked form and witnessed ecstasy swim in her expression.
I bare down, my toes digging into the mattress as I sink into her tight heat.
“Ellie,” I grunt, unable to speak in full sentences. “Elle.”
Our eyes lock for a moment as I stare down into her eyes, now dark green like the forest at dusk and heavy-laden with pure pleasure.
The telltale signs of my climax rush down my spine, my balls tightening up in anticipation of my release, and I groan into her neck where I’ve buried my head.
I come hard, stars blinding me from behind my closed eyelids, an orchestrated celestial explosion that mimics my own orgasmic release.
Breathing heavily, I lift my chest from her heated body and roll to the side, keeping our hands linked together, a satisfied smile across my face.
She whispers a mewl. “Mmm.”
I turn my head to the side to stare at her in wonder.
“I’d second that.”
“Speaking of seconds…” She rolls over and props her chin against my chest, flicking my nipple with her tongue. “I’d definitely be up for more of that when you’re ready.”
