Anchor Line

by Dawne Walters

“Conrad!” Her nails scored up the sides of his body making him arch into her.

  “Oh sugar, I’m right behind you.” He barely had time to put his arm down, when his own orgasm hit him like a freight train.

  “Oh fuck…Addie.” He cried.

  Addie could feel when Conrad’s orgasm hit him. Not only did he shout her name out, but his cock felt like it got bigger. Then she felt his semen shoot into her, the warmth filling her, and still he kept rocking into her body, only gently now. She felt like he’d shot an ocean inside of her. Then he stilled. His body propped up by his forearms. His face fell into the crook of her neck.

  Their sweaty bodies recovering. Addie just stroked his back lightly. Touching him made her feel grounded. She was sweaty, but she didn’t care. She took a deep breath trying to calm down and relax, her heart was beating so fast. The sweet smell of sex permeated her nostrils, so she breathed it in again and smiled. She’d dreamt of this so many times alone in her bed. But hot damn if this wasn’t so much better than her imagination. She felt Conrad’s breathing even out a little more against her neck. Then he started to kiss her neck with open mouth kisses. His tongue tasting her sweaty skin.

  “Are you okay sugar?” He asked as he pushed up on his hands now, looking down at her.

  She tried to give a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine.”

  Slowly, he leaned down to kiss lightly and nibble at her lips as he slid his softening cock out of her. He groaned and she hitched her breath as he pulled all the way out. Then a gush of fluid. He sat back on his feet and looked down as his semen trickled out of her. He slid his hand down her thigh and through their wetness, pushing it back in her, coating her folds, her clit, when he touched it, she hissed because she was sensitive.

  He’d marked her. Suddenly he felt like beating his chest like Tarzan. All the months of flirting and going to her office and the emails, and lunch disasters came down to this. He felt like he did when he jumped out of an airplane. Those few euphoric minutes that you feel as you fall to the earth. Nothing could top the adrenaline rush that you got from it. Nothing but finally fucking Addie, and seeing your own come in her. He may be a sick bastard thinking that, but he didn’t care.

  Addie watched him through hooded eyes. He looked…content. She was. Holy hell, was she content. His hands sliding through their juices as if he was…painting her. She didn’t care. She was content to watch him, afraid to break the spell that they were under. She looked over and saw her boot untied next to his wet shirt and smiled. She’d never come so hard she squirted before. That was intense. More times than not, she never got to finish. But she had a feeling that with Conrad, he’d make sure she did. There was no faking it with him. Even with Charles, she’d tell him she finished when she hadn’t. She lived by the rule…if you have to ask a woman if she had an orgasm with you, then no, she did not.

  Finally, Conrad looked up at Addie. Her t-shirt was pushed up the bottom of her bra showing off the creamy skin of her abdomen. He took in the very satisfied look on her face and smiled at her.

  “Let me get the shower running and i’ll come get you.” He leaned over her and kissed her forehead. “Don’t move.”

  “I don’t think I could if I tried.” She smiled back.

  Getting up and pushing his sneakers off, he pushed his jeans the rest of the way off his legs, peeling his socks off too. Then strode with no shame down the hall to Addie’s bedroom to start the shower. Addie sighed when she heard the shower start and closed her eyes. She didn’t hear him return until she felt the tug on her other foot as her boot and her jeans and socks were removed, then opened her eyes to watch him.

  Offering her his hand, Addie took it and bent her legs to get up and upon being completely upright, felt the gush of fluids run down her legs.

  “Holy shit Conrad. It’s like a little ocean in there.” She was surprised.

  “When I haven’t had sex in a while it kind of builds up.” He smirked at her as he reached over the counter to grab a few paper towels that were conveniently in reach. “Here. Sorry.”

  “That’s just not normal.” Addie was wiping her legs.

  “Well, what’s normal?” He couldn’t help but ask.

  She looked up at him with a smile, shaking her head. “I have no idea, but why are we talking about what a normal amount of sperm is.” She looked down and decided to hold the napkins against her as she walked down the hallway like she was straddling a fence.

  Conrad started to laugh at her so she stopped and looked over her shoulder.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You look ridiculous right now.”

  “Well, how in the hell am I supposed to look. You just injected a fucking ocean of sperm into my vagina and it’s coming out like Niagara Falls.” She started walking again.

  “Well, you are walking with your legs spread out like you’ve been riding horses.” Conrad laughed at her expense.

  “Yeah? Well, I feel like I had a horse between my legs.” She snapped.

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He smiled brightly, although she didn’t see it.

  “You would.”

  Addie reached the bathroom and tossed the tissue in the trashcan as she made her way in her shower. Feeling immensely better as she stepped under the hot water, she sighed. Her eyes closed, shoulders slumped forward, her arms by her sides, and she just breathed in and out slowly letting her body relax. She felt his hands first. They smelled like her Irish Spring soap as they slid over her shoulders and sliding his soapy hands down her arms and he threaded his fingers through hers. Then he came back up her arms to slide down her back, covering all of it. The water washed away the soap as his hands ran all over her body.

  Hearing the snap of the soap top, she felt his hands slide down her ass and further down her legs to her feet, and he tracked back up. His hands left again and then a moment later he had his hands sliding down toward her breasts, but he detoured and went around them. He slid down her abdomen, sliding all over it and her hips. Then he slid down the front of her legs down to her feet, and back up. She wasn’t sure how to feel except curious that Conrad had touched her everywhere but her breasts and her pussy. She felt his hands leave and come back again. This time, his hands went straight down to her breasts, cupping them as his thumbs slid back and forth over her erect nipples. He spent several minutes here and then slid down to her mound.

  His foot nudged at her feet to spread her legs for him to gain access, so she complied. Then she felt his hands slide down between her legs. She leaned against him as he stood strong and tall behind her. She let her head rest against his chest, her mouth slightly open as she sighed when Conrad’s fingers moved over her nether lips. Sliding over and though them as a sensual massage.

  Conrad’s left hand slid up to Addie’s left breast as before when he was teasing her nipple, while his right hand stayed the course down below. His touch became firmer, more erotic. Squeezing her nipple between his finger and thumb, he slid a finger inside of her in and out as a languorous pace. The deeper he pushed into her wet pussy, the tighter he squeezed her nipple. Addie let out a moan of pleasure as he tortured her.

  “You feel so good sugar.” He whispered in her ear.

  He pushed another finger into her and picked up his pace moving in and out of her. Conrad leaned down and started kissing her shoulder and licked his way up neck. He noticed Addie’s breathing had picked up, she was moaning lightly. He smiled against her neck.

  “Conrad.” Addie moaned.

  “I’m right here.” He answered. “You can come any time you feel like it.”

  “I don’t think I can.”

  Again he just smiled, increasing his pace a little more. His palm around her breast squeezed.

  Addie could feel the pending orgasm building now. She pushed her hips against his hand as his fingers pushed in and out of her. Her hands slid back to his thighs and she took purchase, needing something to hold on to.

  “Come on baby. Give it to me. Come all over my
fingers.” Conrad whispered in Addie’s ear. “You’re close. You love my fingers fucking you don’t you?”

  Addie was nodding her head desperately.

  “You love my cock more don’t you? Is that what you want? You want my cock baby?”

  “Yesss….oh…fuck yes.” Addie answered desperately.

  It happened so fast. One minute, she was leaning against him as he was fingering her, the next, he had her pushed up against the wall, her arms and legs around him as he held onto her by her ass.

  “Damn, you are wet as fuck. Ready?” He guided himself to her entrance and waited for her answer before he thrust in hard. Balls deep.

  Addie arched toward him as he pushed in. “OH…fuck!” She screamed.

  Pumping in and out of her in a quick rhythm, Conrad felt his own orgasm coming fast. She felt like heaven. Wet, slick velvet, wrapped around his dick, squeezing hard. He couldn’t believe that he was so close to coming. He usually lasted longer. Maybe it was being with Addie that did this to him.

  “Come on Addie. Come for me baby.” He push against her harder now, wanting to reach his own release.

  “Conrad!…Ohmy…ohhh. So close…so close…’ Addie cried and clawed at his shoulders as she stood on the precipice of orgasm.

  “You like my dick in your tight little pussy don’t you Addie. You like how I fuck you.” Conrad’s head fell against the shower wall near her ear. So he took advantage of a little dirty talk to get Addie’s orgasm going.

  “Yes, Conrad…I love the way you fuck me…harder, please…harder.” Addie groaned as she used her shoulders as leverage to push her lower body against him more, needing the friction.

  If it was at all possible, Conrad rammed into her body harder. “Is that what you want? Fucking your tight pussy harder?” He grunted.

  She could only moan and nod her head.

  He felt like his legs were going to give out, his skin felt on fire even standing in water that was quickly cooling now that they’d been standing in the shower for a while. He slid his right hand in closer to her anus and with his middle finger, slid it over her puckered hole. Addie bucked in his arms.

  “Mmm, you like that?”

  “I…I don’t know. But it did something.”

  This time, as he pulled out of her, he pushed his finger in just to the first knuckle. Then pushed back inside to feel her orgasm detonate around him. She screamed his name long and loud as her fingernails scored his back and shoulders yet again.

  He was right behind her. His orgasm shot up from his balls and he stilled as he came inside of her. He swore, “Fuuuuck…Addie. You alright baby?”

  He slid his finger from her ass and reached over to the shower head and pushed it so that it was spraying water on the glass door. Then he slid the knob all the way to hot to try and get the last of the hot water to clean Addie with, then he pulled the shower head back and pulled out of Addie and let her slide down on obviously wobble legs. Making quick work of rinsing her off, held on to her as he rinsed her off.

  “You okay to stand?” He asked, looking down at her closed eyes.

  His eyes were met with very sated hazel eyes. “I’ll try. My legs feel like I’ve run about ten miles.”

  “Just hold on a few minutes and I’ll get the towels.” Conrad set her on her feet by herself and he quickly washed off and turned the shower off completely.

  “Where are the towels?”

  “Linen closet.” Addie said testing out her shaky legs.

  Leaving her leaning against the back of the shower wall, Conrad opened the linen closet and grabbed two big purple towels. He wrapped one around his waist and as he turned, Addie was stepping out of the shower, so he wrapped the other around her and kissed her on her forehead.

  After making sure that she was dried off, he carried her to the bed and while still holding her, he pulled the covers back and laid her in it. Then went back to the bathroom to finish drying himself off and hung up both towels, turned off the lights and walked out to her bedroom. He didn’t go to the other side of the bed, he walked down the hallway and pulled his phone from his pants to see several text messages from Susan asking where he was and the later texts were asking if he was with the chubby girl from the sandwich shop. He decided to delete his text messages before he went back into Addie’s bedroom. Putting his phone on vibrate, he walked back down the hall into the bedroom and sat his phone down on the night table. Not going to the other side of the bed Conrad slid under the covers pushing Addie forward while at the same time, taking her into his arms not saying anything. He pulled up the covers, kissed her on the head and told her to go to sleep.

  Sleep wasn’t long in coming for either of them, being totally exhausted. Conrad woke Addie around three thirty while slowly sliding into her wet heat and bringing them to a swift climax. Then he rolled back over onto his back and slid her close to his side, her head in the crook of his shoulder, their legs entwined.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sunday afternoon came and Addie was feeling around the bed for a warm Conrad. Encountering nothing but cool sheets, she reached over and pulled her cell phone from the night table. Swiping her phone, she saw the icons for text, voicemail, email and even her Facebook. Scrolling through her five texts, she saw the one from Conrad and opened it.

  CONRAD: I put my information in ur phone so U have it. B’fast in kitchen. I’m packing for the field. Let me know when u r up.

  She had one from her mom congratulating her on her new apartment, and one from each of her brothers. She checked her voicemail, which was the same as the text messages, and finally her Facebook where her family and Talia congratulated her on her new apartment. She typed out a few responses, then decided she had to hit the bathroom.

  She groaned getting out of bed. Muscles that she didn’t think she had were protesting use. But she smiled in memory of why she was so sore. Then she felt sticky between her legs. Cranking the shower on, she realized that they didn’t get to wash her hair last night either. Using the toilet, she grabbed a towel from the rack and tossed it over the glass door to the shower and stepped into the hot spray. Ah, that felt good. Washing all over and her hair this time, she rinsed completely off and turned the water off and toweled dry. Getting dressed in jeans and a clean bra and t-shirt, she made her way to the kitchen to see what Conrad had left for breakfast.

  The plate of french toast and the bottle of OJ had her smiling. Tossing the plate into the microwave to heat it up for a few minutes, she shook the single size OJ and opened the lid, tossing back half in a few gulps. As the microwave dinged, she took the plate out and opened the syrup packages to pour on the toast, grabbed the plastic fork and her OJ and set off for the patio. With the french doors open to the afternoon sun, Addie sat down to enjoy her breakfast at almost twelve thirty.

  Taking in her immediate surroundings, she noticed that there weren’t that many cars in front of her building. The parking lot in the parking lot across from hers was full. And that was when she saw a truck that looked just like Conrad’s, which reminded her of the text that she had to send to Conrad. Putting her fork down, she raced to her bedroom to get her phone which was blinking.

  CONRAD: Ur up. How’s b’fast???

  How did he know she was up? She walked back out to the balcony.

  ADDIE: Sorry. Took a shower, eating b’fast as you call it now.

  CONRAD: So I see. Enjoying it?

  Addie lifted her head from her phone. He could see her? She looked over at the black truck again. Pennsylvania plates, 4x4. No. Fucking. Way. He lived across from her. She took in the stairwells first, seeing no one, she looked at the windows of the building facing hers. Well, this was frustrating! Most of the damn windows had their blinds closed.

  ADDIE: Where are you?

  CONRAD: Wouldn’t u like to know.

  ADDIE: Very much so.

  He didn’t text back. Smiling, she typed out her next text.

  ADDIE: Chicken? Bawk. Bawk.

  CONRAD: Nope. Just want to l
eave u guessing.

  ADDIE: STALKER!

  CONRAD: U love it!

  ADDIE: No…not really. It’s kind of creepy. :)

  She stared at her phone. It stayed silent. So she put it down and decided to finish her breakfast. Then gulped down the rest of her juice. Walking in from the patio, she threw the trash away and went to close the doors. Looking around, she was happy that all but the wall hangings were up. Looking at the dining area, she decided to text Talia to recruit help in getting a table and chairs.

  ADDIE: T, I need a table and chairs. Want to help?

  TALIA: Be over in ten. Need addy 4 GPS.

  Sending her new address, Addie walked back to her room where she suddenly realized her clothes were not on the floor in the living room and her Docs were sitting in front of her night table. She smiled, walking into her bathroom to pull her hair back in a messy bun and put on just a little makeup. She saw her jeans and t-shirt from last night folded in half lying over the edge of the tub.

  ADDIE: Thanks for cleaning up the clothes from last night. :)

  CONRAD: YW :)

  The afternoon with Talia was much needed. They went to three different furniture stores before Addie actually found what she was looking for. With a new furniture credit card in hand, loaded with $599.00 plus tax and a delivery date for Thursday for a table and six chairs, they decided on an early dinner and drinks.

  “I cannot believe you actually had sex with Renner.” Talia exclaimed smiling from ear to ear. “How was it? Tell me everything.” She exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement for her friend.

  “He’s hung like a fucking Pringles can.” Addie exclaimed. “He’s huge.”

  The two women started laughing hysterically.

  “But did you get yours?” Talia asked sipping her lemon drop.

  “Oh yes. He made sure I got mine first.” Addie’s eyes were huge. “Like total five or six times, including when he woke me up at three thirty.”

  Both girls squealed in excitement.

  “He’s leaving in three months though.” Addie pouted into her Pina Colada.