by Penny Blush
"This has to go," he started, leaving little room for argument.
His voice rumbled through me, and I could feel myself getting wetter at his words. I closed my eyes, getting lost in the wave of sensation coursing through me.
“Hedge,” he growled my name, I looked up to see him crooking his finger at me. “Come here,” he silently commanded.
I pushed myself up until I was sitting upright again, Memphis’ large frame between my thighs, my knees clutching his hips.
“Memphis,” I whispered my face close to his, “did you, need something?”
He nodded his reply, not speaking, his fingers making light work of the buttons running down the centre of my top. Each button that was slowly pushed through its eyelet, revealing more of my chest, my cleavage, until the sheer lace of my bra was exposed. As he undressed me, he took extra care not to touch me, which only made me want it more.
"Perfection," he whispered, his eyes returning to mine.
The way he looked at me heated my blood, sending sparks of desire south. Memphis oh-so-slowly ran his hands up my ribs, making me shiver, his large hands spanning my chest. His fingers were leisurely ascending my chest, my breath catching in my throat as he cupped my lace covered breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples making them pebble.
“Memphis, did you need something?” I repeated.
His hands moved up, gripping onto the lapels of my top, yanking them off my shoulders and down to my elbows trapping my arms.
“You. Just you,” Memphis whispered.
The mood shifted, his words, though softly spoken were so dense with want, need and possession it made me quake. We both stared at each other, wanting whatever was going to happen next to start but at the same time apprehensive. What if after all this time all the teasing and build up, when we finally got together, we were a dud?
That doubt lasted all of five seconds.
Softly, sweetly and slowly he pressed his lips to mine, keeping my arms trapped at my side by my top. I wanted urgent; I wanted all consuming, I wanted raw passion, but evidently, that was not Memphis's plan. His kisses may not have been explosive, but they were no less passionate. He kissed and licked and nipped at my lips. His tongue licked at the seam of my mouth, making me moan, opening my mouth to his. His tongue caressed mine in long, slow, massaging strokes.
"Memphis," I sighed his name against his lips. Breaking the kiss his eyes locked with mine. "Memphis, please don’t hold back, I want you now,” I pushed my breast harder into his hand, “just fuck me now, we can do slow later.”
Memphis shook his head, slowly sliding my top the rest of the way off, gently dropping it on the floor beside him. He took my face in his large hands, slowly closing the distance between us. I sighed as his soft lips touched mine in a delicate kiss.
"I am going to take my time with you, Hedge," he whispered against my mouth, kissing me again. "I am going to do to you all the things that I have been dreaming about doing for months, and nothing is going to stop us."
“But, Memphis,” I said, breaking the kiss as my hands found their way to his hair. “I start full-time today. What kind of impression would I be making, as the new manager, if I was late?” I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “We have about half an hour before the shop opens.”
I moaned as his lips once again found mine. His tongue traced the line of my lips teasing me.
“Baby Girl, it's fine, I’ll have words with your boss,” his lips smiled against mine.
“Baby, please, we don’t have time for slow.”
I started to protest more, and he added, "I don't have any clients until six when Darcy comes in to finish his sleeve. I was just coming in to get paperwork shit done, and so I could see you." He smirked at me again. Honestly, I was starting to love that smirk. "I was going to attempt to get you alone and see if I could possibly get my hands on you. So, you see…" He ran a finger along my jaw and across my collarbone snagged my bra strap slowly slipping it off my shoulder, "…we have about six hours and forty-five minutes." His beard tickled my skin as he placed a soft kiss on my shoulder, "and I do not plan on wasting a second."
Any argument that I had died when he crushed his lips to me, his tongue pushed past my lips, sliding against mine. I moaned into his kiss, clutching at his tee, trying to drag him closer, he was too far away, and there were too many clothes between us. I needed to touch him, to feel him, to taste him.
"Memphis," I moaned into his kiss. "Baby," I kissed him again. "Please," I begged, grabbing his tee and pulling it up. "No more waiting, no more teasing, please."
I didn't care that I was begging like some desperate virgin on prom night that was about to have her cherry popped by the star football player. I wanted him, I needed him, and I was done waiting.
“No more waiting,” he said, his voice rumbled as he sat back on his knees ripping his tee over his head chucking it on the floor.
There was only a heartbeat of time before his lips crushed mine in a bruising kiss. I gasped at its intensity, opening my mouth to his invading tongue. Memphis shuffled forward on his knees so that his naked chest was pressed against mine with only my matching sheer lace bra and panty set and his jeans between us.
"Memphis," I moaned into his mouth as I hooked my leg around his waist again trying to bring his body closer to mine, "there are still too many clothes."
I fumbled with his belt, trying to get it undone. I needed him, all of him, skin to skin, with nothing in between us. I had his belt, and the fly of his jeans undone and pushed down on his hips all I needed to do, was to push his boxer briefs down, and I could get my hands on him. Memphis caught my hand stopping me from completing my task.
“Not yet,” he growled in between kisses.
“But why?” I whined as he kissed his way along my jaw.
"Because, I am not finished with you yet," he was nuzzling my neck, the rasp of his beard adding to the delightful sensual feel of his lips on my skin.
“Not done with what?”
“Apologising,” he said, bringing his lips back to mine for another searing kiss.
“Baby, who cares about apologising,” I said, sliding a hand into his hair, tugging on it so he’d look me in the eye. “Just get naked and fuck me.”
Memphis ran his large hand across my collarbone and along my neck and throat, dragging his fingers torturously, slow down the centre of my chest, his fingers brushing my cleavage. He hooked a finger through the middle of my bra.
"Don't rush me, woman," he mumbled tugging on the delicate lace. It snapped under his firm grip, freeing my aching breasts from their confines, making me whimper. Memphis growled deep and low in his throat, "I said I plan on taking my time."
I moaned as he took my breasts, weighing them in his hands, his thumbs grazing across my nipples making them harden. I whimpered as he brushed a soft kiss across the top of my breast, his beard tickling my sensitive skin making my aching buds tighten.
“Oh, God Memphis,” I could feel myself getting wetter, with his large body forcing my legs further apart as he knelt in front of me. “Memphis, Baby, please,” I pleaded as he circled my nipple with his tongue, his thumb and forefinger rolling and pinching the other. His movements slow and torturous, he took his time with one breast then the other, his mouth and fingers stimulating my sensitive skin.
His mouth left my aching left boob, "I am going to taste every inch of you," he whispered against my skin.
I grabbed a fist full of his beard, pulling his face back up to mine, holding it in place. “Memphis, why are you torturing me?” I asked crushing my lips to his, my tongue sliding against his, licking, tasting, wanting more.
“I’m not torturing you, Baby Girl,” he said, rolling my nipple between his fingers making me moan. “I am apologising.” He brought his mouth back to mine searing my lips with his kiss.
“Memphis, we have a little over six hours, the way you’re going we’ll only have time for one round.”
“Greedy girl, you w
ant more than one round?” he asked, the corner of his lips rising in that damned smirk.
“Are you saying you don’t?”
He chuckled at my question, the rumble vibrating through my body landing on my clit. I tugged on his beard again. “Memphis if you take your time and burn through the next six hours, how am I supposed to have my turn?” Memphis growled, the sound making me shiver. “I want my turn; I want to taste you, every inch of you. Every-Inch!”
“Me, first,” Memphis growled, pushing my chest until I fell backwards onto the mattress again. Memphis was tall enough that he could stay kneeling between my legs and just lean over me and kiss me. The weight of his chest on mine as he kissed me hungrily, made me shudder as his hips gently rocked into me. I could feel his heated, hard cock pushing against the delicate lace of my panties, two thin pieces of fabric the only thing that separated us. His lips left mine as he kissed this way down my throat, down the centre of my chest worshipping my breasts again.
“Oh, God, Memphis.”
If he kept going, he was going to make me cum before he got anywhere near my aching pussy. His hands slid down my sides, his fingers tickling my ribs, his thumbs skimmed over my hip bone as he kissed and licked his way down my stomach, the scratch of his beard adding to the sensation. His thumbs caught the sides of my sheer black lace panties, his mouth trailing kisses back and forth across the top edge of the lace.
"Baby, please," I rocked my hips, trying to get his mouth where I wanted it, where I needed it. "Baby, Baby, Baby oooh," I muttered.
Oh, God, I was starting to sound like the porn version of a Justin Bieber song, but honestly, I did not care! I tilted my hips up, all I had to do was get him to move an inch, just one inch! My skin felt like it was on fire. Everywhere his fingers, lips and beard touched sparked with desire. Memphis rested his chin on my stomach, just above the lace line of my panties.
“Hedge,” the vibrations of his deep low rumbling voice made my body hum and burn. “Baby Girl, tell me what you want.”
I whimpered, looking into his stunning eyes, lust, and desire making them more intense. The blue, brighter, more radiant, it seemed to glow, and the brown, darker, pupil and iris were blending to become one. I reached down, running the back of my knuckles over his cheek.
“You, Memphis, just you.”
“Baby Girl, I’ll take you shopping, I promise,” he whispered, kissing my stomach.
“What?”
What the hell was he talking about? I could not care less about anything other than him right now!
Memphis growled, gripping the delicate lace of my panties and pulled, the soft sheer lace disintegrating in his strong hands. Memphis dropped the destroyed scrap of lace on the ground.
“I’ll take you shopping, to replace…” He threw a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of my now ruined bra and panty set.
"Memphis," I gasped as the chilly air hit my exposed pussy.
I tried to squeeze my legs closed, attempting to get some much need friction but Memphis's large body stopped me from being able too. I clasped his hips between my knees.
"Please."
Making no attempt to move Memphis just ran his eyes up and down my almost naked body, my stockings and boots the only things I was left wearing. Fine, well if he wouldn’t do anything, I will take matters into my own hands. I brought my hands up, cupping and squeezing my breast. I moaned as I rolled my nipples between my fingers and still Memphis just watched.
"Baby, please, touch me,"
Memphis growled in response, licking his lips, but still, he didn't move. I locked my eyes with him as I slid my right hand from my breast down my stomach. If he wouldn't touch me, then I will. I was just about to touch myself, my fingers millimetres away from brushing my swollen clit.
"Stop," Memphis snarled.
Grabbing my hand and pinning it to the bed beside my hip, the raw alpha command had my heart quickening. I growled back at Memphis, my left hand that had been massaging my breast, tugging my nipple, followed the same path as my right down my stomach seeking sweet relief. Again, my hand was snatched from my body and pinned to the bed.
"I said, stop."
"You also told me that you were done teasing me." I snapped back, arching my back off the bed and rocking my hips against him as I dragged the heel of my boot up his side. "You said that there would be no more waiting."
“Be patient,” he said, his hand leaving my wrist to capture my ankle.
“I’ve been patient,” I retorted.
“You need to learn the virtues of patience.”
He moved my booted foot around until it was again resting on his chest. Slowly he undid the zipper, sliding the boot from my foot, dropping it with a thud to the floor. I was left dressed only in my sheer black lace topped stocking and one boot, Memphis dressed only in his low-slung jeans. I lay there panting, anticipating his next move.
“You still have clothes on,” he muttered.
I was naked and bared to him. I needed to get him out of his pants and into mine – so to speak.
"Memphis, pants, now!" I tried to dig the heel of my other boot into the top of his jeans to push them down.
“Let’s get you sorted first.”
He raised my leg, my toes pointed at the ceiling. Starting at my hip, he slowly dragged his fingers to the curve of my ass. His long fingers spread out over my flesh, coming tantalisingly close to brushing my pussy. He continued moving his fingers up my bare skin until he reached the edge of my stocking. He dropped his head, kissing the back of my thigh, then sliding his fingers along with my stocking up my leg. I wiggled my toes as he rolled the silk completely off.
He brought my foot to his lips, kissing the ball of my foot, my heel, my ankle. He made his way back down my leg, dropping lingering kisses as he went. Kissing along my calf and the back of my knee until he reached my inner thigh, his beard adding an extra layer of sensation to my skin. Memphis dropped my leg back down, pinning my knee to the bed, opening me up, his kisses radiating inwards, he kissed the inner crease of my thigh.
I sucked in a breath in anticipation. Memphis was going to do it; he was finally going to do it. His warm breath fanning across my folds. I was so impossibly wet. He smirked at me, placing the softest butterfly kiss on my mound before moving to my other leg to repeat the same process of taking off my stocking.
He had my knees spread wide and pinned to the bed with his strong arms; he traced his fingers from my knees to my inner thigh.
"Is this where you want me, Baby Girl?" He enquired, his fingers barely touching the lips of my pussy. His touch was so light that I couldn't be sure that he actually, was touching me.
“Memphis, please no more.” I brought my hands back to my breasts as he dragged a finger along my slit. “Babe …. Baby … Please … Please…” my head was thrashing back and forth.
“No,” he kissed my left thigh, “more,” he kissed my right thigh, “waiting.” He growled right before he dropped his head dragging his tongue, licking his way through my folds.
“Memphis!”
I was gasping and moaning his name, revelling in the sensation of his mouth finally on me, my hands fisting the hair at the top of his head. He growled again, flattening out his tongue, applying pressure to my clit and I exploded. My heart stopped for a second before galloping off like a heard of wild horses, lights sparked behind my eyes.
“Memphis!” I screamed his name.
My voice echoing off the walls. I tried to close my legs while I rode out my orgasm, but Memphis anchored my legs to the bed with his large, strong hands, refusing to let me get away.
“Mem … Memp … Mem…" I was mumbling incoherently, and he kept up his bombardment of satisfaction.
“You okay?” He smirked, kissing and licking me through the last waves rolling through me.
“Sure,” I said in agreement while shaking my head.
Memphis chuckled as he massaged my legs that were still twitching from the intensity of the orgasm. He kissed, l
icked and caressed his way back up my legs to my knees. I could feel the dying embers of the flames of my orgasm slowly fanning back to life.
“Baby, what … What are you doing?” I asked as he moved to my other leg kissing his way back down from my knee.
"Did you honestly believe that I had finished with you?" He asked, looking up my body at me raising an eyebrow.
“Baby, I can’t. Not … Not so soon,” I panted, my body still shaking, little explosions still going off from my last orgasm.
"Yeah you can," the rumble of his voice set me on fire, and all I could do was whimper in reply.
His mouth descended on me again, slipping his tongue up and down the outer lips of my pussy. Memphis growled as he gently nibbled at my sensitive skin, teasing me and driving me crazy. I bucked my hips as he licked the entire length of me, his tongue slipping between my folds, avoiding my clit, teasing me more. Every touch of his tongue sending sparks through me, his beard scraping against my skin, deliciously.
“Memphis, Baby,” I muttered as his tongue did another lap of my body while avoiding the place where I wanted him, where I needed him.
My body shot off the bed again as he ran long fingers over my soft, delicate skin. Again, I tried to close my legs, my nerve endings were on fire, and it was too much and not enough all at the same time.
Memphis smirked at me pinning my legs back down on the bed, with his strong, thick arms, his elbows on my knees. Memphis used his long fingers, spreading me apart; looking me in the eye as he gently slid his tongue along my flesh. His tongue was making me lose grip on reality. Swirling, licking and flicking movements of his tongue like he was trying to spell something out.
My hands were on my breasts again, and his mouth was devouring my pussy. I screamed out his name as he latched on to my clit sucking on it hard. I grabbed a fist full of his hair, pushing his face further into me. He hummed and growled, the vibrations sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight through me, I was close, so very close.
He slid his tongue back down, circling my opening, I roll my hips, hoping that he would get the hint; I think he’s enjoying torturing me. He growled again sliding his tongue inside me.
