by Giselle Fox
“Take this off,” she said as she pushed my shirt higher. I gripped onto the soaking wet edge and pulled it over my head. She smiled up at me and then her eyes and hands drifted over my torso and my skin prickled beneath her touch. She spread the edges of my jeans and kissed her way along the top of my black cotton briefs.
“So sexy,” she whispered. Her hands swept behind me and traced the line of my spine up my back, up the small muscles around my shoulder blades and lats, and then under my arms and over the sides of my breasts. “So sexy,” she whispered again.
She dragged her nails lightly down the sides of my rib cage until her fingers found the edge of my jeans again. Then she pulled them down over my hips a few inches. Her eyes looked up at me and sparkled.
“I like how you look right now, Rocky.”
“How’s that?”
She placed her hand on my abdomen and pushed me backward a few inches.
“Your strong body and your gorgeous arms, your wet skin and soaking wet jeans, your black curly hair and black bra, your wicked eyes and your hands that smell like me because you just fucked me in the elevator of our building.”
“I did didn’t I?” I said softly.
“You did.” She smiled at me again. “That wasn’t how I imagined our first time would be at all but I’m glad it happened that way.”
I swept her bangs out of her eyes and curled my hand under her chin. “How did you imagine it?”
She stood up in front of me. Her breasts pressed against my body as she curled her arms around my back. “Like this.”
She took a step back and grinned. Then she walked toward the door and switched off the lights. The apartment was dark except for a crack of light coming in through the drapes from outside. Candy went to the window and pulled the drapes until they were wide open. The rain was pouring down in steady sheets against the street lights. The room was cast in shadows and a pale yellow glow.
Candy walked back toward me. “Fire,” she said simply. I pointed to the mantle where the remote was and she flicked it on.
“This is what you imagined?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Did we shower first?”
“No,” she grinned.
“I’ve been at work all day.”
“And I’ve been wanting you all day,” she said and pulled me to her again. “Besides, I want to feel how wet I made you.”
She slid her hand down the front of my open jeans. Her eyes dipped closed when she hit home. “Fuck,” she whispered. “That almost made me come again. Lie down.”
She pushed me down gently onto the rug. I sat with my knees bent in front of me and she knelt down beside me. She smiled at me and giggled.
“Am I making you nervous?”
“No,” I said though that wasn’t completely true.
“A minute ago you practically fisted me and now you’re worried about what I’m going to do to you?”
“Maybe that’s it,” I grinned.
“Or you’re not used to letting go,” she said softly.
“Maybe not.”
“You’re safe with me,” she said gently and kissed me. “I promise.”
There was something about her that disarmed me. I’d practically unleashed myself on her in the elevator and she’d let me. I looked around my living room. Candy sat back on her heels and placed her hand on my shoulder. “Lie back, Rocky.”
So I laid back on the rug. Candy slid forward and knelt beside me. She gazed down at my soggy wet jeans, at my skin that was cast aglow by the gas fire and the street lights. She pulled the strap of my bra down over my shoulder and let it hang loosely at my arm. Then she peeled back a silky cup. I shivered when her fingers grazed my nipple.
“There,” she whispered. Her eyes smoldered in the firelight. Her hand continued down to the waist of my jeans. She shifted again and gripped onto the sides of them but left my briefs in place as she pulled them down. I lifted my hips to help her and she wrestled the slick denim over my wet thighs. Then she tossed them onto the tile in front of the fire.
There we were: her in pink and me in black. She swung her leg over my hips and straddled me. I reached for her hands.
“You’re warm,” she said.
“Always,” I whispered.
She leaned forward and pushed my arms back until they were pressed above my head. She looked down into my eyes and gripped my wrist with one hand.
“Such incredible lips,” she whispered and then kissed me. “I can’t wait to feel them everywhere.”
The thought of that made my head spin. “I want it...” I said but Candy held her finger over my lips. Then she slid her hand down my body and below the elastic of my briefs.
“Open for me,” she said as she stared into my eyes. When I did she slid all the way down.
“So soft...,” she whispered. She began to roll her hips against her hand, pushing it into me and pulling it back, teasing around my hungry flesh. I pushed back against her, trying to make contact as she watched me with a gentle smile. Her eyes never left mine.
“You’re eager,” she whispered.
“You’re teasing me,” I moaned.
“Such sweet torment.” She lowered her head and kissed me again. “Look at me, Rocky,” she said when she pulled back. “Now breathe with me.” She hovered her lips above mine and exhaled as I inhaled. She flicked her tongue over my lips as I dissolved into her pace. She slid one leg between mine and straddled my thigh, her breasts swung suspended in pink lace above me and shimmied above the edge of their cups with each of her rocking motions. She pulled her fingers out from between my legs and licked her fingers. Her eyes closed when she slid them inside her mouth.
“Like warm silk,” she whispered when she opened her eyes. Then she slid that finger down my body until it curled inside me. A wave of warm pleasure flooded my body.
“There,” she whispered again. Her finger circled delicately. I could feel it press against my G-spot. It was no accident that she hovered there above it, teasing it slowly, opening me with the pad of her finger like she was coaxing the soft petals of a flower into bloom. I felt myself melt and relax into the warmth of her and the prickly fur of the shag rug beneath me. The heat of the fire and its orange and yellow hues glowed around us. As furious as the elevator had been, I knew I was in for a slow and meticulous ride.
She smiled and giggled gently. “This is what I imagined, Rocky, making love to you in front of a fire. Maybe it sounds cliché.”
“It doesn’t feel cliché,” I moaned. My voice had all but left me. Our bodies pulsed up and down slowly and steadily against the rug as she gently teased me in tiny circles. I looked down at the expanse of our bodies pressed together, where the damp pink lace of her panties pressed against my thigh. If I focused there I could feel the ridges of her and the tight bud between her lips.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I rasped. “I can’t wait to lie you down in my bed and make love to you with my mouth.”
She smiled into my lips and then played her tongue around mine. “That sounds wonderful.”
I had to close my eyes for a moment because everything felt so soft and warm. Candy stroked the tip of her thumb delicately across the top of me and I was flooded with an orgasmic rush. I tensed and clung to her back. When I opened my eyes she was right there in front of me. She licked my lips as if she knew that I was dry. Her arm curled under my neck and gripped my shoulder as she kept pace with the tiny circles and teasing strokes of her fingertips. Her sighs met my moans as we breathed together, inhale for exhale, exhale for inhale, sliding and circling. I felt overwhelmed by all of it. I could feel her wetness on my leg as her lace slid against my thigh. She was close but holding on for me. And then something began to peel me open from the inside.
“What are you doing to me?” I moaned.
Candy gazed down at me and gently kissed my cheeks. She planted more kisses around my lips and along my eyebrows then she smiled again as she looked deep into my eyes. “Let go,” she whispe
red.
I felt a ball of emotion well up in my throat. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or pull back. But the depth of her touch, insistent but gentle and so soft, was comfort and acceptance. It was trust so strong that it stared lovingly into the wall of mistrust that lay buried there. All the hurt and pain inside me felt witnessed and slowly it began to dissolve.
“I...” I was at a loss for the right words since there were so many of them that wanted to break free at once.
“Shh,” Candy whispered.
I closed my eyes and felt tears squeeze through the cracks in me. I felt them erupt from my core like hot fire and then cool at the surface when they met the light. The emotion that had strangled me, the anger and hurt and betrayal, it all poured out.
I was bobbing on a river, floating on my back on alternating currents of pleasure and pain. I felt it mingle and swirl and flow past. I saw time for what it was, a healer and a destroyer. I knew that nothing, not even pain lasted forever.
When I opened my eyes, she was still there, above me, all around me. Where the pain had once smothered the fire inside me, I felt that fire burn again in a brilliant radius of color. It swelled and pulsed and then burst up through the center of my core until it shot through the crown of my head. My skin flushed with heat and sweat until we were covered in it. I held onto her as if we were fused. My hand coiled through her hair as her kisses consumed me. In her beautiful soft arms, I had truly let go.
I opened my eyes and stared into hers. I focused on the light behind them, on the strength I found there. I felt the spirit inside me stare right back. I gripped onto her and she onto me. Her legs coiled around me as I coiled around her. We turned and wound and spun like vines in a forest, like roots in the earth feeding the same life force. We had always been together, suddenly that seemed crystal clear.
We didn’t say anything. I was sure what had happened to me had happened to her too just by looking into her eyes. But even if I was wildly off base, something in me had let go. I felt euphoric and free.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered into my ear. “So incredibly beautiful.”
When she lifted her head and looked down at me she had tears in her eyes too. We looked into each other with shyness and total acceptance. I watched a perfect tear slide down her nose and felt it land on my lips. I wanted to drink all of them.
“I don’t know how else to say this… but thank you,” I whispered.
She kissed me and then tucked her head into the nook of my shoulder. We lay there, listening to the rain against the windows without speaking. Candy traced her fingers up and down my body. I smoothed my hands up her arms and down her legs. It felt perfect and complete.
“I like this,” she whispered. “I like knowing there is nothing more to do but sleep and make love.”
I kissed her head and smiled. “I want to spend the whole weekend with you.”
She lifted her head and her smile beamed. “Yeah?”
I wrapped my arms around her. “Yeah, I just...” I shook my head.
She grinned down at me when I paused. “What?”
“I just have this feeling that you and I are going to have a lot of fun together.”
She ran her fingers across my lips. “You know what Rocky? I have the exact same feeling.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Your place is more open than mine,” Candy said. “I have a wall here.” She slid her hand along the length of an imaginary expanse. “I love your furniture.” She strolled around the open space wrapped in nothing but a damp towel. We had showered together after languishing in front of the fire for more than an hour. I gazed at her from the comfort of my sofa while wrapped in my fluffy black bathrobe.
“I’ve always had a thing for mid-century design. I’ve been collecting since my split.”
“Does this work?” she asked as she ran her finger along the top of the old Claritone hi-fi.
I didn’t answer right away as I considered which of my albums would show it off best. Should I go sexy right away or something groovy that might appeal more to her demographic? I shook my head and realized she might be too young to know half the artists in my collection.
Candy turned around and looked at me.
“It works,” I grinned.
She smiled. “Got any cool old albums?”
I stood up and walked to the side wall where my collection was hidden behind two massive sliding barn doors. I pulled one open along the long wall.
“Holy shit,” she said.
I pulled the other one open too and her jaw almost hit the floor. The collection was a little impressive, even I knew that. She walked over to the shelves and started thumbing through them.
“Thank goodness they’re in alphabetical order.”
“Mostly,” I said. “It gets a little crazy on the bottom shelves. That’s the stuff I’ve played recently and haven’t got around to putting back.”
Candy bent down and studied the albums on the bottom shelf with great interest as I watched.
“I want to know what you’ve been listening to,” she said as she looked up at me.
“There’s a big mix. Some albums are for working, some for exercising, some are for chilling out or having a bath.”
“You like baths too?”
“I love baths,” I said.
“I love that you painted your claw foot tub gold.”
She shuffled through the albums on the bottom row and pulled one out. “Can we listen to this?”
She handed me Purple Rain and I smiled. When she rose and stood next to me, I felt the tension build inside my belly again. I wanted to feel her and lie with her and explore every inch of her skin with my tongue. I gripped the album under one arm and pulled her closer. She looked up into my eyes and covered my lips with her mouth. She was sweet and tasted of a hundred kisses. She grabbed onto the belt of my robe and pulled me tight.
“Go relax on the couch,” I whispered. “I’ll put this on.”
She let me go and walked back to the sofa. When she sat down, she let her knees hang open.
“This is a really nice piece,” she said as she smoothed her hands over the cushions of my sofa.
I hovered the needle carefully over the turntable.
“Hey Rocky, how about you come over here and lick my pussy.”
I dropped the needle onto the record and a loud and ugly scratching sound filled the room. Not the first impression of the hi-fidelity system I was trying to make.
“Hah!” She clapped her hands gleefully.
It was funny but I shot her a pretend glare. “You did that on purpose.”
“Maybe I did.” She spread her legs and wiggled her eyebrows.
I crossed the room and stood in front of her. “You know what that means?”
She gazed up at me as she opened her towel and let it fall on the cushions beside her. “What?”
“No mercy,” I said and dropped between her thighs.
Everything caught fire and flushed with chills at once. It felt like the sofa was lifted into the sky by a hundred tiny bluebirds while a chorus of big-haired rock-gods shredded electric guitar licks and plumes of dry ice billowed around us. For the first time in my life, I considered the possibility that God had created a pussy to fit my tongue like a glass slipper. To say that Candy tasted sweet would be wildly understating just how divine she was. Ambrosia dripped from her labia.
Within seconds, she had an orgasm and within a few seconds of that, so did I. After that explosive introduction, we both settled back into our positions, her on her back on the sofa and me wedged below. For the next two hours, we both just hung on for the ride. If I’d ever worried about my tongue making a good impression, by the fifth orgasm I knew Candy was mine.
“Okay, stop,” she gasped. She held her palm against my forehead and pushed back weakly. “Oh my God, Rocky, I…”
I gave her thigh a wet kiss and rolled onto my side. “Need some air?”
“Oh my God,” she moaned again. “Air�
� what is air?”
“You need air,” I chuckled.
“I need you,” she moaned. “Come here.” She reached down and tried to pull me upward but her hand slipped off of my sweat drenched skin. “Fuck, you are incredible. Oh… my… God…”
“Hmmm,” I sighed happily as I nestled into her. “You are incredible.”
Her eyes opened and she blinked a few times. “I’ll never be the same.”
Nor will my sofa, I thought to myself. “Was that fun?”
She moaned and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I’m paralyzed,” she mumbled from within the nook of my shoulder. “Did you come too? It felt like you did.”
I nodded. “Twice.”
She grinned from ear to ear. “You like my little bird.”
“If that’s what you call it, then yes, very much,” I said and kissed her.
“I have never had anyone do me like that before. That was insane.”
“I have a secret power,” I said.
“Like I don’t already know.”
“No, really,” I said. “Look.”
She looked at me and I stuck out my tongue.
Her eyes opened wide. “Oh my gosh! did you get an implant?”
“No, it’s just… naturally long.”
She closed her eyes and smiled again. “Lucky me.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Whether it was 9 am or 5 pm, I couldn’t tell. The skies were as dark and ominous as they could have been. Candy and I laid in bed with Skip at our feet. We’d dozed for most of the morning after Rhi brought him back for breakfast. He was happy to lay in the warmth of our legs as the rain pelted the bedroom windows.
“How old is Skip?” Candy asked.
“Well, that’s a bit of a mystery. He’s a rescue dog so he didn’t really come with a lot of details.”
“Oh my gosh,” she said and bent down to kiss his head. “I can’t believe someone mistreated you.”
“He was in pretty bad shape. His fur was falling out and he was really skinny.”
Skip looked up at me with loving eyes and I smiled down at him. “But then we got you strong again, didn’t we buddy?” I ran my hands through his fur. “Now your coat is all soft and silky and you smile all the time.”
