Blurred Lines

by Naughty Aphrodite

  Rosie watched him walk away in silence for a moment. Then she set down her wine glass and stood up. As Lewis was tugging on his jacket, she came up to him and grabbed him by the lapels. Lewis’ eyes widened.

  “Rosie—” he began, but she cut him off, pulling him down into a deep kiss.

  Lewis put his hands on either wall to steady himself. Her lips were soft and warm on his, just as they had been at the bar, and he felt as if his body would melt into hers any second. When he’d gotten his balance back, he wrapped his arms around her, one hand burying itself in her hair and pulling her head back so that he could deepen the kiss. Rosie reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  Suddenly, Lewis realized what they were doing and broke away, keeping Rosie at arms’ length. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, slightly breathless from the kiss.

  Rosie raised one eyebrow. “Like I said before: if I didn’t, you would know.”

  Lewis didn’t hesitate. Stepping forward, he wrapped Rosie in an enormous hug, kissing her passionately, his kiss filled with all the relief, gratitude, and love he felt pouring through him. “Thank you,” he murmured, nuzzling into her shoulder and trailing kisses along her neck. “Thank you.”

  Rosie giggled softly, his nose tickling her skin. “Why don’t you come show me how grateful you are, Lewis? Actions speak louder than words.”

  Lewis straightened, grinning down at the tiny woman. “I’d love to,” he said, his smile growing wicked. Picking Rosie up easily, he carried her through the small apartment to the only room he hadn’t seen yet: her bedroom. Shutting the door behind them, Lewis deposited her on the large, unmade bed. The city lights in the streets below kept the room half-lit so Lewis didn’t bother turning on anything else.

  Working quickly, he pulled off Rosie’s t-shirt and undid her bra, throwing them to the floor. Taking her face in both hands, he kissed her deeply, then began to work his way down her body, kissing her neck, her collar bone, her small, pert breasts with their dark nipples already hard and pointing skyward.

  Tenderly, he drew the flat of his tongue over one breast and then the other, beginning with the sensitive skin underneath them. Rosie sighed with pleasure, her hands burying themselves in his hair. Then, with the very tip of his tongue, he traced the dark edge of her areolas, swirling closer and closer to the nipples themselves while Rosie arched her back, pressing herself closer to him. Finally, he brought each nipple fully into his mouth, sucking rhythmically as his tongue flicked back and forth along their length. Rosie moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair.

  Kneeling down at the edge of the bed, Lewis kept one hand on her breasts, teasing her wet nipples, while he undid her belt and fly. Reluctantly, he let go of her breasts, kissing the smooth planes of her stomach as he pulled off her tight jeans and revealed the tanned legs he’d loved to watch during their sessions. Dropping her clothes on the floor, he ran his hands up her inner thighs – the skin was as soft as it looked. Gently, he began to kiss and nip his way up from her knees, enjoying the way she squirmed and sighed.

  When he finally reached her pussy, it was already wet with anticipation. Likewise, his erection was already throbbing, straining uncomfortably against his fly. With one hand, he undid his zipper, freeing his cock, and, with the other, he spread her lips wide. Leaning forward, he delicately ran the flat of his tongue up across her pussy, enjoying her warm, salty taste. Above him, Rosie moaned.

  Savoring the intimacy of the act in a way he never had before, Lewis explored her. He took each of her folds into his mouth, tracing their ridges and dips, sucking them until they were slick and Rosie was gasping. Then, slowly, he made his way to her clit, tracing it with his tongue, teasing her, as Rosie’s hands clenched in the sheets and she whimpered with desire. Lewis chuckled and, finally, brought the sensitive nub into his mouth, massaging it with his lips. Rosie gasped at the sensation, her back arching as she desperately tried to get even closer to Lewis.

  As he sucked her clit, lapping it gently with his tongue, he slid a finger into her slick pussy, stroking her g-spot with his fingertip, keeping time with his mouth and tongue. Rosie’s breathing grew shallow and frantic and her pussy began to spasm around him as an orgasm neared. “Oh God,” she moaned between gasps. Lewis picked up the pace, working frantically to get her off. He was rewarded with a sudden moan as her pussy clenched hard around his finger and her whole body began to shake. He smiled, his lips never leaving her clit.

  When her orgasm had faded, Rosie propped herself up on her elbows. “Don’t you want me to—” she began softly, but Lewis gently pushed her back down.

  “You told me to show you how grateful I am,” he whispered. “So let me.”

  “Yeah, but—”

  But Lewis had already returned to his work, his tongue massaging her taint as his fingers teased her clit. Rosie moaned again and stayed where she was, bringing her feet up to rest on Lewis’ shoulders.

  Lewis had always been more of a taker than a giver when it came to sex. Foreplay for him consisted of enjoying long blowjobs from star-struck fans and giving only minimal head in return. Sure, he liked to play with their tits a bit, if they were nice enough, but, for the most part, he was there to get off. He wasn’t too concerned if his partner did as well.

  But, as he played with Rosie, exploring every inch of her most private places, he found that he enjoyed making her happy. It turned him on to see her writhing and panting as he sucked her clit or licked her pussy. Knowing she was having a good time got him harder than he’d ever thought possible.

  As he thought about this, he kept working on Rosie, bringing her clit back into his mouth and sliding two fingers deep into her. This time, he just thrust, enjoying the way her eager pussy tightened around his fingers and how she would whimper whenever his knuckles grazed certain spots. He started pumping them faster, his tongue licking her clit in time to his fingers’ rhythm. He wanted to watch her come again.

  This time Rosie helped him, using his shoulders as a brace as she thrust down onto his fingers, bringing them deeper into her. As their pace picked up, her thrusts became more and more frantic, and Lewis could feel her clenching around his fingers until, faster than he’d thought possibly, she was moaning his name and shuddering against his hand, her body quivering as she came on him.

  Lewis let go of her clit and watched her come, her orgasm making her breasts jump and bounce and highlighting the muscles in her stomach as she strained. He groaned at the sight and knew he wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer. Luckily, she was ready for him.

  “Fuck me,” she gasped as her orgasm faded. “Mm, Lewis, fuck me!”

  Hurriedly, Lewis pulled on a condom from his wallet and kicked off his pants. He was so desperate to be inside of the wet pussy he’d just spent so long playing with, he forgot to take off his socks.

  “Hard,” she whispered as he stood.

  Lewis nodded and flipped her over onto her knees. Spreading the smooth cheeks of her ass, he quickly dipped his head to give her pussy one last, long lick before he slid his entire length into her. Rosie moaned into the sheets, her fingers clenching in the blankets.

  Her pussy was so tight, and he’d been hard for so long, that Lewis almost came right then and there, but he reigned himself in and, slowly, drew his cock back out of her. Ignoring her indignant response, he eased himself back in. He did this a few more times, teasing them both, until he couldn’t help himself any longer, He rammed himself deep inside of her, thrusting hard and fast as she rose to meet him. Soon he was moaning too, the sound of her ass slapping against his stomach driving him wild. He felt the warm walls of her pussy contract around him and he drilled into her frantically, trying to last as long as possible.

  Rosie bucked against him, another orgasm rising. As it broke she swore, trying to muffle herself in the bed so that she wouldn’t wake Angelo. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moaned as it overwhelmed her. Her orgasm pushed Lewis over the edge and he buried himself in
her once and for all, his cock spasming as he came as well.

  When his orgasm finally subsided, Lewis drew himself slowly out of Rosie and collapsed onto the bed next to her. She smiled at him and brushed his sweaty hair off his face. “You must be pretty grateful,” she whispered.

  “You have no idea,” Lewis muttered.

  “Stay with me?” she asked.

  “As long as you want me,” he replied, tenderly kissing her forehead.

  ***

  The next morning Lewis woke up to the sun coming in through the still-open curtains. Rosie was looking down at him, her head propped in her hand. “Hey,” she said, smiling.

  “Hi,” he grinned back, stroking her cheek. He’d never felt so happy to wake up before.

  “Don’t you have a practice to get to or something?” Rosie asked, taking his hand in hers.

  Lewis shrugged. “Nah. I got permanently suspended when you resigned.”

  Rosie gaped at him. “Why didn’t you tell me? Oh my God, Lewis! I’ll phone Ben right now and—”

  Lewis grabbed her wrist before she could go anywhere. “Don’t worry, Rosie. That’s not why I’m here. I don’t care. I don’t need baseball any longer. I had my time to shine. Now I just want to be with you and Angelo. Besides,” he shrugged, smiling, “I’m getting pretty old for the pro league.”

  “Really?” Rosie whispered, hope lighting up her face.

  “Really,” he told her, leaning in for a kiss.

  Just before their lips touched, however, Angelo came bounding into the room. “Mom! Mom! Let’s—Lewis!” The little boy noticed the man and grinned. “You’re still here! Can we go play baseball again!?” Climbing up onto the bed, Angelo flopped down onto Lewis’ stomach, his eager face inches from the man’s.

  Lewis grinned, gently wrestling with the boy. “You betcha we can.”

  “Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Best Sunday ever!”

  “Breakfast first!” Rosie insisted, smiling as she watched Lewis and Angelo play.

  The two boys looked at each other. “Fine,” they sighed in unison.

  Laughing, Rosie threw her arms around them both and, for a moment, the three of them just lay there, happy to be together as the sun rose above the city.

  THE END