Saving Her

by Jessika Klide

  He play bumps me. "That's good intel right there."

  We eat in silence and when we are finished, I reach for our plates to take them to the sink, but he lays his golden hand on me and pushes them away.

  "Leave them. We'll do them later. I'm ready to talk. Where do you want to start?"

  "The beginning is usually the right place." I tease him.

  He smiles, but doesn't laugh. I can see an edge of stress, laying under the surface. "Location...."

  I search his face and his demeanor, thinking about the intimate things he is about to share with me. I want him to be as comfortable and at ease as possible. "I choose the bed."

  "Of course you would." His eyes soften.

  "Aurei, we will lay next to each other, staring at the ceiling … relaxed, like best friends who are sharing intimate secrets do, because…." I take his hands up to my lips and kiss them. "Because our commitment to each other means we are best friends now too."

  His eyes grow needy immediately and his thunder flashes. "You are truly my Angel Thang." He opens my hands and kisses my palms. The gesture is sensual and sexy, and the feel of his soft lips on them sends goosies up my arms.

  His seduction skills are excellent. Someone has taught him well. I wonder who pops unwanted into my brain, and I forcefully push it out.

  When Aurei rolls my hands over and kisses the backs, he says. "Best friends, my lady?" I can't help myself. Again, the thought of who pops unwanted into my brain.

  Where the hell is that coming from? Siri! Don't go there!

  But when he rolls my arms over and starts to lick, nibble, and pull the skin with his kisses, up the inside of my wrist then up the inside of my arm, the thought of who do I thank forms in my mind.

  As he lays kisses on my neck, he asks with a voice heavy with passion saying each word between kisses, breathing heavy on my skin. "Best...friends...are...bosom...buddies...right?"

  "Right." I whisper.

  As his lips move to the back of my neck, he slides my hands down his abs under the waistband of his briefs to his cock.

  He is very needy.

  Then he takes them and puts them on his ass. He leaves them there as he runs his hands up my arms to the top of his shirt and pushes it off my shoulders. He dips his head and nibbles my ear. I lean my head over and give him full access. He pulls back and looks at my breasts as he cups them in his big, beautiful, golden hands. "You have beautiful breasts, Siri." He runs his thumbs over the nipples. The tingle makes them harden and it shoots straight to my clit as my pussy lurches and tightens. He starts to undo the belt.

  "I thought you wanted to talk? I need to be dressed. If you take this off…." I let my words trail away.

  Chapter Six

  "What? What will you do if I take this off?" He hums in my ear.

  "Fuck you." I whisper.

  "Hmm?" He asks, humming again in my ear, pretending he didn't hear me. The tone sends shivers down to my vagina and the ache starts.

  "I will fuck you! That's what." I let his ass go and lay my hands on his to stop him.

  He pushes my hands away and finishes undoing the belt. The shirt falls open and I drop my hands. It slips off, landing in a small pile at my feet and Aurei drops the belt on top.

  "But what if I slam your pretty little dancer ass down and ...."

  My heart starts to pound in my chest wildly and my breath turns to pants. "Thunder fuck me? Hard?"

  He chuckles, not laughing, but humming.

  The ache in my pussy is pounding as hard as my heart right now.

  "Yes. Thunder fuck you. Hard!" He says as he leans down and kisses my nipple. His touch is anything but hard. It is soft, and sweet, and teasing!

  My head falls back and I arch away from him giving him full access to my breasts, but I say to him. "Aurei. Stop. We have a lot to talk about you said so yourself."

  He cups my tits together. "It can wait." His magnetism is turned on high.

  For all my willpower in every other aspect of my life, there are only two things I can't seem to control. Spontaneous dancing, and Aurelius Moore. I am powerless to resist him. I argue, but only with words. "No, we shouldn't fuck now. We should wait. We should talk." My hands slide under the waist band to find his cock on their own. The skin is soft and delicate. I can feel the veins. I stroke him softly. There is a wet spot on the end.

  Umm.

  His face is so close to my tits, as he examines them, I can feel his heat. As he breathes, his breath flows over them and they sing. He licks only the tip of each and the soft air of his breath tickles as it caresses the sensitive pink nipple and hardens the cold tip. The sensation causes my skin to come alive and tuned in to my nipples. My knees get weak. "Stop." I insist but there is no conviction behind the word and my hands continue to stroke him.

  "Make me." He teases.

  "I can't." I admit.

  "Can't? Or won't?"

  "Both...."

  He turns his face, and lays his whiskers against my breast, then he drags them across. The rough, scratching sensation makes me gasp from the perceived pain that instantly becomes pleasure. My knees buckle.

  He chuckles with soft laughter as his arms encircle me and he pulls me back to him. My cold, now super sensitive, tits hits his hot chest and the new wave of painful pleasure opens my pussy wide and the throbbing becomes intense. My hunger for him sends my hands back to his briefs and I snatch at his Calvin Klein's pushing them off his perfect fucking muscle. I squeeze it hard and moan. My fingers dig in his ass as I pull him to me to grind.

  He whispers in my ear. "Ho bisogno di te, Siri."

  "What does that mean?" I ask him. My voice is so husky I don't recognize it.

  "I need you, Siri."

  "Sweet Zeus, Father of the fucking Gods.... That is so romantic... so sweet!"

  "I'm really a sweet guy."

  "Tell me again in Italian."

  He whispers in my ear. "Ho bisogno di te, Siri."

  "Oh, Aurei, I need you too. I need you inside me."

  His mouth finds mine and his kiss is filled with all the romance and passion his words have said. It is long, deep, slow, and needy. I lose myself in his hunger. He is my world. Then he pulls away and says softly. "Ask me what you need to know."

  Without hesitation, I blurt out. "Who?"

  "Ah.... Who." He says as he places kisses down my neck. "Be specific."

  I can hardly breathe much less think and I ask the question that pops again into my brain. "Who taught you how to seduce a woman?"

  He stops his nibbles. "Why?"

  "Because I want to thank her."

  He chuckles. "Him. Thank him. My cousin, Augustus. The art of seduction in our Italian family is passed down through the men."

  "Oh...good. I'm glad it wasn't a woman."

  He chuckles again. "No. We worship our women." He starts nibbling again.

  "Oh...good. I'm glad I'm a woman."

  "Me too." He pulls back and places his nose on mine. "I'm surprised that's the question you needed to know."

  "Huh?" I blink into his eyes. I'm so breathless and horny, I can't think straight.

  He smiles then he laughs softly as he nibbles my ear lobe where he hums against the bone just behind my ear. Goosebumps start there and travel down my arm. "You weren't paying attention, Horny Thang."

  "Umm, yes, I am that and no, I wasn't. Repeat, please."

  "Ask me what you need to know."

  And before I give it any thought, I do. I ask him. "Who ... was your first?"

  "Ah." He says and starts his nibbles again. "That isn't as important as who is my last. But because I know your first, and your last." He kisses my nose, then resumes the neck nibbles. "I will respect your need to know and answer. My cousin, Mia."

  "Hmm. Kissing cousins?"

  "Something like that. She's my third cousin. I was 13. It happened only once."

  "Did you love her?"

  "Of course, she is my cousin. But I was not in love with her if that's what you are aski
ng. We were kids experimenting and one thing led to another." He is moving back up my neck now and my thoughts are on his tongue licking me. "Now, ask me what you want to know."

  And so I blurt out what I want to know, but don't need to know. "Have you been in love before?"

  He kisses me deeply but quickly. "I thought I was. But now I know I wasn't." He smiles into my eyes. I melt. Fuck! He is romantic! His face is soft with understanding as he kisses my face with sweet little butterfly kisses to soften the blow as he tells me what I don't need to know, but want to know. "It was a summer fling in Italy. It ended when she returned to college and I returned to Alabama. I was only 14."

  "Oh.... Name?"

  He cups my face between his hands and stares into my eyes, then when he starts to speak he pushes one into my hair and slides one down my body to my pussy. He strokes me as he tells me. "I don't remember anymore. Some sweet, little dancer erased all names off my list. The only name I know now is Siri. And she is my Miss Wright."

  I pull his mouth to mine. "Your cousin, Augustus, taught you well."

  Chapter Seven

  What the fuck? I freeze. How did Steve get in? I stop sucking Aurei's tongue. My mouth goes limp around it and I frown hard into his eyes with a look of complete confusion. I can feel my eyes cross as I see my crazy reflection in his pupils.

  "Aurei, Bro! It's me, Steve! I know you are there. Bro! I know you can hear me! Aurei! It's important. I promise! Really! It is! Answer the phone, Bro."

  Aurei lets me go, laughing at my expression. "Steve's calling. Hang on."

  I start to giggle. "Really? That's Steve's ringtone?"

  "Affirmative." He walks to the living room. "You should hear Paul's. It's moaning with heavy breathing." He picks his phone off the coffee table, sits on the couch, pats it for me to join him and tells me. "I need to call him back. He wouldn't be calling if it wasn't important."

  "Let me grab mine then too. I'll text Cat about Clay while you talk."

  He gives me a 'that was supposed to wait until tomorrow look' but I ignore him and run into the bedroom to search for my phone. When I come back empty handed, he is holding the guitar and strums it. "Steve texted to give him a few minutes. He will call me back. I thought I would sing for you while we wait." I grin really big and he smirks. "Sit, Angel Thang."

  I drop down to the ground and kneel in front of him. He looks at the fingers on his left hand as he picks the first chords. It's the song from the shower. "Do you know this one?"

  "No."

  "It's Brooks & Dunn." When he opens his mouth to sing, my eyes see the most beautiful man in the world letting go. Music is his salvation. His tone is pitch perfect. His delivery is spot on. The warmth of the quality of his voice feels as smooth and rich as butter.

  "You’re my angel...." He sings, feeling every note of the slow melody and expressing every emotion. His eyes lock on mine, then he closes them and sings. The words are so intimate and romantic; the melody so soulful and beautiful. I feel the tug on my heart and a knot forms in my throat. He sings of his angel seeing him through, believing in him, that he believes in her, and of filling his heart. Watching him pour his heart out, I'm drawn to him, knowing I want to be the one who fills his void and heals his hurt. I want to be this angel.

  At the chorus, I listen as he sings about being supported by his angel and the knot in my throat constricts further. When he sings about being taken up to heaven and about his angel spreading loving wings, I feel the tears fill my eyes. I look at him with blurry vision as he sings about being weary and out of his mind. Then he opens his eyes, looks directly into mine and I feel his gaze touch that something only he has ever touched deep inside me, then his voice changes. He sings about being in his own hell with gut wrenching emotion that causes my heart to rip in two. The truth and torture I see in his eyes makes the knot in my throat release and my soul gives up my heart to him. The tears fall out of my eyes and run to him, dripping onto his massive thigh as I climb on his lap. They pool between the golden hairs. He finishes the song, looking down at my pool of tears, as he sings. "Be my... angel...." Then he strums the last chords and lifts his eyes to mine. I see there are tears brimming in his too.

  Unable to move, feeling the hurt of a broken heart, I watch him set the guitar on the floor and I realize it isn't my heart that I'm feeling, it’s Aurei's heart.

  "Be my angel, Siri." He says so softly I almost can't hear him for the throbbing ache in my chest. When he turns his face to mine, he smiles shyly, and I lunge myself on him.

  The force of my attack pushes him back and he wraps his arms around me as we sprawl onto the couch. "Oh my Fucking Golden God." I sob on his chest and he holds me in a hug so tight it's hard to breathe.

  In a voice heavy with emotion, he says. "Don't cry, baby. You have set me free."

  Then I'm kissing him. All over. Everywhere. Anywhere. I place kisses trying to heal the hurt I feel in both of us. I whisper as I kiss him. "Let me kiss you and make you all better, baby. Let me heal your hurt!"

  He laughs softly when I kiss his sides, then he is squirming and laughing harder. The sound is like a healing hymn and the happiness is contagious. I start to laugh too as I pounce on his abs and pin him under me, placing my fingertips along his rib cage, moving them quickly, lightly up and down until he gasps, roaring. "Stop! That's enough!" We are both laughing hard now. The fun is infectious. He tries to buck me off, but I ride a very mean mechanical bull and I stay on him. He does it again, higher and harder, and I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze him. He laughs up at me as he twists on his shoulders at the same time he flips us off the couch.

  "Whoa." I squeal surprised and caught off guard. His arm goes around my back to catch me before we hit the floor, but I have cinched myself to him with the strength of a pole dancer gripping the pole, stopping herself as she slides down to the floor in a fast fall. He sets me down gently then falls on me pinning me down, and grabs my hands that have glued themselves to him, and easily pries them free. He grins down at me very pleased with himself. "Ah! That's some badass trickery!" I giggle.

  "Affirmative! Of the best kind." He laughs. "My turn to tickle torture." He puts his wet lips on my tummy and blows a huge puff of air out. It makes a sound like a whoopee cushion!

  "Ahhh" I squeal, laughing. Then he is blowing air out in small, tight, short bursts and the vibrations tickle so bad, I'm squirming and crying for him to stop. "Stop! You're killing me! Please!" I beg, but he keeps it up, thoroughly enjoying the fun. I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe. I gasp, red faced. "Aurei, Stop! HaHaHa. I can't breathe!"

  "Oh, baby, you can't live without your breath." He grins at me and drags his body along mine to my mouth. My skin sings with hot electricity after all the giggling. I close my eyes and open my mouth to receive his breath, but he only hums as he blows a tight burst of air on my lips.

  Argh! That's torture!

  My eyes fly open and I lick them hard, then rub them together to stop the tingling. I glare at Aurei only to see his eyes are dancing with life. "I'm wise to your trickery, woman!"

  I giggle up at him. "You think so. I've got a few more surprises up my sleeve."

  "I don't see any sleeves. All I see is a simply stunning girl, laying naked under me. Umm. What was I thinking?" He starts on my lips again and travels down my neck, placing those short, tight, tickling puffs of air. I strain against him, knowing where he is going and what he is going to do when he gets there.

  "Oh, fuck, Aurei! Don't! Don't do that on my nipples! Please!" I beg now.

  "Why not? They need tickling too."

  "Oh, fuck! I don't think I can stand it!"

  "Sure you can." And he arrives and delivers the first sweet tickling torture.

  "Oh, fuck, Aurei! I can't! I can't take it!"

  "What's going to happen?" He moves to the other nipple.

  "Oh, fuck!" I lift my head off the floor as he goes back to the first nipple and I watch.

  Watching is worse! I lay my head back and moan.


  "What's going to happen?" He teases as he moves back to the other nipple.

  "Oh, fuck! I'm going to cum!"

  "Well, I think that's an excellent idea." He travels down my tummy blowing the torturous tickles, keeping his hands on mine, locked and pinned under me.

  "Oh, fuck! NO! Aurei don't do it!"

  "What's going to happen?"

  "I can't control it. It's too strong."

  "What's going to happen, Wild Thang?"

  "If you do that on my clit, I'll cum for sure."

  "That's a good thang, Sweet Thang!" He places the torturous vibrations down a straight line from my navel to my Blue Heart.

  I moan. "No! Please. Don't."

  "Why not? I want you to cum again."

  I lift my head and see those gorgeous emerald green eyes practically glowing as he looks up at me from under his eyelashes. "I like it when you cum for me, my Good Girl Thang."

  "I do too, but I want to...." He puffs the vibrations where my tummy meets my pussy mound, then he licks me and runs his tongue around in circles around my lover’s heart, brushing the edge of my clit. "No...." I pause, hassling as I try to hold back my orgasm.

  He finishes my sentence with what he thinks is my reason. "Your sweet little pussy needs pounding? Do you need me to thunder fuck you?" He teases as he moves to the edge.

  "YES!"

  He chuckles. "But I want a tickling cum." I hear the hunger behind his laughter.

  "NO!"

  "No? Not a tickling cum? How about this then?" He grins at me knowing how fucking cute he is as he sticks his tongue out and flattens it wide. He curls just the tip as he goes down on me.

  My mind screams! 'Yes!' But my vagina overrules everything with "NO!"

  "No? Are you sure?" He is thoroughly enjoying himself. "Why not? You taste very good to me. I could eat you all day."

  "Oh my fucking god! I NEED to FEEL your cock IN me. I need you to...." He blows a tight stream of air on my clit. I moan loud. "AH! FUCK!"

  "Tell me. Tell me what you NEED me to do." His voice is getting deeper. I can hear the beginning of a rumble.