by Helene Laval
He worked with methodical slowness. Unbuttoning my jeans, he slowly lowered the zipper and waited. I looked down wondering what he was doing and found his eyes staring into mine. A warm heat spread throughout my entire body. I had never had anybody look at me like that, with such heat, and tenderness and want. My mouth went dry. I needed him more than I’d ever needed anybody in my life.
I couldn’t take the anticipation and I reached down to help him.
He swatted my hand playfully. I fully understood the term “panty melting grin.” Steve had it in spades. My panties were indeed melting.
“Patience, Annie.”
All I could do was stare up at him as he kissed and caressed each newly exposed part of my body. First below my belly button, then each hip. He pushed my jeans down just below my thighs and then kissed my mound atop my panties. I wiggled my hips, trying to get my jeans off faster, and finally Steve complied. When my legs were bare, he sensually kissed my ankles. First one, then the other. Then up my calves, and back up to my thighs, on the inside this time.
“Steve. I can’t take it anymore,” I finally said breathless.
“Can’t take what?” he asked, then kissed my inner thigh again, higher this time. Closer to the spot I needed him to be.
“I need you inside me.” It cost me something to say that, but holy hell, I needed this.
“I told you, patience, Annie.”
“Fuck your patience!” I snapped.
Steve chuckled and gripped my panties on each side and worked them off as I sat on my elbows and removed my bra.
I lay back down completely naked. Steve stared at me, roaming over every detail. Watching his hungry gaze, I wanted more than anything to give him everything I’d denied him in the past.
“You are so beautiful,” he said touching my cheek. I felt a tightness in my chest at those words. I’d gone so long without touch, or contact. I could feel a dam of emotion building. I did not want to break now.
“Remove your pants,” I said instead.
“Bossy.” He smirked and stood up in front of me and unbuttoned his jeans.
He removed his own jeans a lot faster than mine, thank god, and he wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His enormous cock sprung free, hard, and erect. It was as beautiful and tanned and hard as the rest of him. I sat forward and reached out wrapping my hands around the thick shaft feeling it grow even more firm.
“Annie,” he said sucking in a breath.
His mouth crashing into mine pushed me back onto the bed. I kept my hand around his erection, stroking in rhythm with our kiss. His fingers found my wet folds, teasing my clit at first, then plunging a finger deep inside me.
“Oh…” It was all I could manage at the sensation of his finger moving in and out of me. My own hand started to move faster around his cock when he broke free, hooked my legs over each of his arms and dove between my legs. He landed the flat of his tongue on my clit and licked. Long slow and patient, he lathed his tongue over me as his finger pushed in and out of my wet core. I looked down to see his eyes on mine again, watching me, gauging my reaction. I wanted to look away, I could see everything he felt for me, and it was difficult to hold his stare, but I did. His tongue continued its assault on my most sensitive places, and I felt the growing tension building and when he inserted a second finger, my orgasm crashed over me, so sudden and intense I couldn’t breathe. I cried out.
I looked at Steve as he released my legs and rose on his knees. He had taken a hold of his own cock and stroked it firmly as he spoke. “Do you want more, Annie? I want to give you more.”
“Right now, I want to give you everything you can take from me.” I smiled up at him, and spread my thighs wider to let him in. He reached down to his jeans and produced a condom. I watched in fascination as he rolled it over the wide swollen head of his cock and down the length of him.
He entered me deeply in a single slowly measured thrust, my hot wet core allowing him to fill me so full I didn’t think I could take anymore. “Oh God.” I moaned in pleasure when he was fully seated, our hips touching. We each let out a long exhale. Then he started to move.
His strong rhythmic motion matched my own increasing urgency as I pushed against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I watched the hard plains of his body flex and strain atop me. I looked into his lust filled eyes and cupped his strong jaw with one hand, forcing our stare. I wanted to see him come apart.
My entire body was rocking under the control of his force as I urged him faster and faster, a second orgasm building quickly in my ecstasy. Our bodies slick with sweat and heat, the only sound was our skin joining and our breaths ragged. I could feel his urgency and our rhythm start to collapse.
“Come for me, Annie. I want to watch you,” he said lifting himself to look at me. And for the second time, I burst into a thousand shards of pleasure as another orgasm tore out of me.
He didn’t slow or stop as my body shook and convulsed, his cock pushing harder and faster into me as his own release hit and he let out a deep groan of satisfaction.
Steve lay atop me in a heap. I didn’t mind, my own body was completely spent and as limp as jelly. After a few long exhaustive breaths, he propped himself on an elbow and ran his fingertips down my cheek. I felt an overwhelming tightness in my chest and my eyes filled with tears. I let out a long exhale trying to get myself under control. I didn’t understand what was happening. Who the fuck cries after the best sex of their life? I do apparently.
I tried to rustle up a smile and took another deep breath. Steve smiled gently at me, and without saying a word, lightly kissed each of my eyelids, then each cheek, wiping tears away with his thumb. He rolled onto his back, removed the condom, and tucked me under his arm.
“I got you, Annie,” he said stroking my hip and enveloping me with both arms. “I got you now.”
15
Steve
Annie fell asleep in minutes, while I, on the other hand, never have been a great sleeper. I stayed awake staring up at the ceiling, unable to stop touching her curled up against me. She was perfect in every way, and if tonight was any indication of how we fit together, it was the revelation that I would do anything to keep her.
With the exception of Luciana, I’ve never spent an entire night in bed with a woman. Sure, I’ve taken plenty home, but never invited one to stay. I chose girls passing through or rebounding a broken heart. Curious girls who wanted to sample but had no interest in buying. I stayed clear of the hanger ons and clingers, always more trouble than they were worth.
But Annie? I never wanted Annie to leave. Not this bed, not my arms, not my life. I’ve always heard of couples saying they were made for each other. I never understood what that meant until now. Everything on her fit right into me, like a lock fits a key.
I agonized during the long dark hours. I worried she would freak out and run away in the morning. I worried that somehow Hector would ruin this for me. I wanted his crazy bitch daughter out of my life for good. I knew I would have to go back home to deal with it, and soon. How was I going to tell Annie? This woman who had finally let me in and was more than I had dared hope for.
She stirred against me, distracting me from my thoughts. I could make out her lean silhouette from the cast of the streetlight peeking through the heavily draped window. Her short hair allowed me to view the long planes of a graceful neck that blended into lean bare shoulders, both of which invited a gentle kiss from me. She rolled over and wrapped her arms and one leg around my body. Snuggling. Fuck me. That’s what we were doing, and I never wanted to stop.
When the rising sun cast its orange hazy rays through the mostly drawn shades, I crept away to the shower. Although the room was comfortably warm, and being entangled with Annie was warmer still, I thoroughly enjoyed the hot shower. I was soaping up my body when the jiggle of the door handle signaled it opening. I paused mid motion to listen.
“Sorry, don’t come out, please. I have to pee, and I can’t hold it any longer
.”
“Take your time, Tinker Bell,” I said amused.
She chuckled, and I heard the toilet flush, but not the door shut. I waited a moment, listening for her exit, when I felt the draft of the shower curtain open behind me. A naked Annie smoothly slipped into the small space with a shy smile on her face. “Tinker Bell, huh?” she said as she eyed me from head to toe, settling on my growing erection.
“Suits you. A bad ass, pissed off Tinker Bell, but it still suits you,” I replied and continued washing myself as she watched.
“Let me help you.” She placed her hands in front of her to retrieve the washcloth in my hand. I relinquished it without question. She started at my back, caressing me at the top of my shoulders with the cloth, then down toward my waist.
“Did you sleep well?” I asked, trying to hold myself together staring at the ceiling.
“Mmmmm hmmmm,” she said as the cloth started over my ass in larger circular motions. When she finished behind, she circled me like a predator, hand never leaving my body. Now standing in front of me, the shower spray interrupted by her tall lean figure, she touched a hand to my jaw as she looked up at me and started washing along my chest.
My erection kicked against her belly, causing her to look down at it, then lifted those lust filled eyes to mine. Her body sank lower as she continued washing, and my cock continued to brush against her body. She went down on her knees, eye level with my jutting erection.
The washcloth made a thud when she let it drop to the shower floor. She wrapped one hand around my hard length, the other gently cupping my balls. I grasped her shoulder to halt her forward movement.
“Annie?” I asked, looking down at the sight before me, her mouth slightly agape.
“Shut up, Steve,” she said, then released her hot pink tongue along the underside of my cock, to finally envelop me fully between her lips.
She was exquisite, her hot warm mouth taking me deep into her as she bobbed in and out taking more and more of me until I hit the back of her throat, and she fisted the rest of my length in a tight grip moving in time with her tongue. “Fuck,” I groaned.
I watched her body move me in and out of her, painfully slow and sensual. She continued to lick and suck and pull with those incredible lips until I couldn’t take it anymore. I gripped her short, cropped hair in my fists and guided her firmly to meet my now thrusting hips.
“Mmmmmmm,” she said when I took control away from her. The vibration in her throat was nearly my undoing, and I gripped her tighter and thrust myself in and out of her mouth. She moaned again, and I moved faster. When I was nearly undone, I pulled myself out and her lips slid off my cock with a soft pop. She looked up at me then, her blue eyes bright with mischief, her lips swollen with need.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Stand up,” I ordered. She scrambled to her feet, so I was looking down at her. She was tall for a woman, but I still dwarfed in height and build. I hooked one long lean leg with my arm, and she locked it around my waist. I held her steady as I pushed her to the back of the shower, so her back was against the wall. My hand lowered to caress her, only to find her slick and ready. I guided myself into her with a strong full thrust. She was so hot and warm, and so fucking beautiful as she threw her head back and moaned. My lips caressed her long, graceful neck as I pumped in and out of her furiously, crazed with need.
“I’m going to fuck you until you scream,” I said breathless into her ear, my body shielding her from the spray of the water. She gripped my shoulders tight, her breath quickening. Her quick little breaths grew faster and faster. I pushed into her harder and harder until her pussy clenched around my cock, strong and sure and pulsing, and she screamed my name, a ragged desperate plea that was my own undoing. I felt a tightening low in my back and I brought my lips to hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth as I came.
We pressed our foreheads together for a moment, catching out breaths before I lowered her gently. As she balanced herself on both feet again, I realized our mistake. “Annie, umm, you don’t happen to be on birth control by chance?”
“Shit,” she replied, pausing slightly to shake her head as she made her way out of the shower.
“I always use a condom, just so you can be secure in that. I’ve never not used a condom except when I was in a single long-term relationship. When that ended, I got tested. I’m clean, I swear,” I said through the shower curtain. And I probably should’ve even got tested during that relationship. “I’m clean. You don’t have to worry about me.” And I was. It was one of the first things I did after Luciana. Ever since then, I have always used a condom. Always. The fact that it didn’t cross my mind said something about how I felt about Annie, and for the first time, it scared the shit out of me.
I turned off the shower, and a long silence filled the room. “Tinker Bell?”
I stepped out of the shower and exited, grabbing my own towel rubbing first my hair, then my torso, wrapping it around my waist as I walked into the bedroom where Annie had gone and was sitting on the bed. Her shoulders were slumped, staring at the floor.
“Hey, you okay?” I asked. “You know, if something happens, it’ll be okay. Babies are great. I love them.” I wanted her to know that I was serious about her.
She snorted. “I’m not worried about that. Timing-wise, I think we’ll be okay. And I’m clean, for sure. It’s been a very, very long time for me.” She looked up at me, biting her lower lip and drawing her brows together in worry. “It’s just that, I’ve never been in a serious relationship. I’ve never been in any type of relationship at all. I don’t know how to do this, Steve. The part that really scares me? That I want to do this. I like this.” She waved her hand between us.
“Hey, you don’t have to do anything. Just keep being you. I want this too,” I said sitting on the bed next to her. I put my hand on her thigh and she leaned in to rest her head on my shoulder. “You’re doing quite well. Look, you just peed when I was taking a shower. Then you crawled in and gave me the best damn blow job I’ve ever had. If that’s not the sign of a relationship, I don’t know what is.”
“Really? You liked that?” she asked, surprised.
“Tinker Bell,” I chided..
“I liked all of that too, I just don’t know how to move forward from here.”
“I’ve got us covered.”
“Yeah?” she asked.
“Oh yeah. After last night—after this morning—I’m never letting you go,” I said and kissed the top of her head.
16
Annie
We spent the morning lying in bed watching bad television reruns and flipping to the news every now and then to get a storm update. It stopped snowing during the night and the county plows had cleared most of the roads. The only places I’ve been, outside of Song and the few neighboring towns, was the state penitentiary. It felt like I was on a forbidden vacation. The anxiety of things left unfinished at home was a constant reminder in the back of my mind, but being in bed curled up with Steve overrode all of it. I hadn’t realized how much I longed for a connection with somebody. I was always distracted by work. I looked over at the man while he flipped through the channels, still in disbelief over the entire situation. I felt warm, safe, and happy for the first time in a long time, probably before my mom died. That was almost ten years ago, and I still missed her every day.
I didn’t dare let myself get carried away with a future me and Steve, though. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. We were isolated here, away from all of the pressure of my daily life. The thought of going back, and how he fit into it? I just wasn’t sure. But, this moment? I was going to take it.
“We should figure out how we’re going to get back,” I finally said deciding on my moving forward.
“I’m already on it. Ride’s coming,” Steve said patting my stomach reassuringly.
“How’d you manage that?” I asked, surprised he didn’t mention it.
“Text.”
“Oh,” I replied. “Steve?”
/> “Mmmm?” he said, now lazily running his thumb over my thigh. I watched fascinated at the contrast of my pale skin to his darker tones. They looked beautiful together.
“What happens when we go back?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean us.”
“Nothing. More of this. I really hope more of this.” He rolled me over onto my back and kissed me. Softly, tenderly.
“Really? You don’t really seem like the type to keep a girl around,” I said to the ceiling when his warm mouth ventured down my neck. My toes curled, and I forgot what I just said.
“You don’t know that.” He jerked back to look at me.
“I’ve never seen that. I’ve never seen you with the same girl twice.”
“Because I’ve been waiting for you, Tinker Bell.”
“Shut the fuck up!” I gave him a playful slap on the shoulder.
“True. It’s true. I’ve been after you for a long time, you know that.”
“I’m just a conquest, and you just conquered.”
“It’s not like that. I see you. I see how hard you work. I see that you push people away because of some fear that they’re either going to leave, or you’re going to get punished for allowing yourself to want something. I don’t know what happened to you, but let me tell you, I see you, Annie. I want you. And this—” He nodded back and forth between the two of us. “This is going somewhere.”
“Oh, you think so?” I said, trying to convey humor, but my heart was thudding madly. He wanted more of this? My life was so screwed up. If he knew how badly, he’d never say these things to me.
“Oh, I know so, Tinker Bell. You and me. Peas and carrots.” And a slow lazy grin spread across his face.
“Peas and carrots?” I snorted.
“Pretzels and beer?”
I chuckled. “Ok, funny guy.”
I rose from the bed, pulled my t-shirt over my head, and started dragging on my worn and dirty jeans. Just as I snugged them over my hips a knock sounded at the door. I looked at Steve and raised my eyebrows. He lifted a finger, indicating I should wait, and he too jumped out of bed and pulled his jeans on. When they were on but not quite buttoned, I eyed through the peephole and smiled.
