by Robin Leaf
“Darla, I can’t…” he started to move faster, more desperately. “I’m gonna…”
Both his arms made it around my hips, pulling me to him as he rutted, grunting twice more before he let out a strangled cry. I felt him pulsing, releasing the warmth inside me, marking me as his. I came around him, squeezing him for all he was worth. He kept thrusting, helping me through my orgasm. When it subsided, he collapsed against me catching his breath. He gently lead me to the floor, pulling me on top of him, laying my head over his heart cupping it to his chest. He somehow stayed inside me, still hard enough to fill me.
I squeezed his cock with my inner walls, causing him to moan, before I attempted to lift off him.
His arms tightened around me. “No, please don’t leave me yet.”
I lifted my head, placing my chin on his chest, so I could see his face. His look of reverence astounded me.
“It took me all these years to get inside you. I want to stay as long as possible.”
I felt my face flush. “You know, we can and will do that again. You don’t have to take up permanent residence. It’ll make it hard to go to work with me attached to your cock.” I ran my hand across his chest. “We might draw some unwelcome stares.”
Smiling, he ran his fingertips down the side of my face. “You’re really here.”
I nodded once. “I am.” I kissed his chest through his t-shirt and stood, despite his hands trying to keep me where I was. “And you need a shower, I need a nap, and then we need to do that again.” I held out a hand to him to help him up. “I’m thinking maybe three more times tonight.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Just three?”
I grabbed his shirt and lifted it over his head. “Hey, if you think you’ll be up for more, we can try.”
He watched me run my hands over his chest and abdomen, closing his eyes at my touch. When my hands felt tiny scars, he sobered and reached around me to unsuccessfully remove my bra.
“Wow, I guess that’s really not easy to do.”
“Not if you don’t understand how it works. You can’t just pull it open. Have you never removed a bra before?”
He turned red. “Not in a very long time.”
My lips twisted to the side and I turned around. “Here, try again.” I really wanted to ask, but I decided to leave it alone for now. I felt the bra release, and he spun me around and slowly slipped the straps down my arms, very interested in watching it fall. His face was enraptured by my naked breasts.
“My God, Darla.” There was that prayer/curse combo he used when saying my name.
I worked my underwear down my legs, getting my own view of his semi-erect, absolutely beautiful cock.
“In the shower, you can touch them, not just stare at them with an open mouth.” I pulled his pants the rest of the way down his legs. “I might even let you put that mouth on them.” I kissed the tip of his cock.
With that, his semi became a full hard on, which I grabbed and used to lead him into the bathroom.
I turned on the shower while he stared at me, letting me take the lead. Stepping under the water, I motioned for him to join me.
“I don’t know how long your hot water will hold out. I used a lot of it earlier.”
He grabbed me around my waist and pulled me into his chest. “I don’t care how long it lasts.” His lips caressed mine. “You’re here.”
“C’mon,” I gently removed his arms. “Let me get you clean.”
I grabbed his body wash and dumped some into my hand. I slowly rubbed it into his chest, shoulders, and arms, working my way around his back, ass (man, it was a great ass), and his legs. He stood there, watching me reverently, while I grabbed the removable shower head, concentrated on getting him rinsed clean.
“You missed a spot,” he said, with a naughty twinkle in his eye. “It’s quite dirty, too.”
I smiled at my plan. I grabbed the bottle of soap again, rubbing some between my breasts. I squatted and lifted them so that his cock was enveloped by them and moved his cock in and out. He went weak in the knees and lifted one hand to the shower wall for balance. His other hand cupped my cheek.
“I love you,” he professed on a whisper.
The emotion laced in that profession made me pause, but I resumed, moving slowly up and down. Once I felt he was clean, I stood, grabbed the shower head, and rinsed his cock. I made sure he was watching while I moved the shower head between my legs, opening them wide so he got a good view. I rinsed my pussy, rubbing my finger through several times from opening to clit, cleaning off all the remnants of earlier.
“I want your mouth right here later, so I want it to be clean.”
His eyes flared as he continued to watch me. It felt so good, I upped the show, switching to pinching my clit, rubbing it between my fingers, which caused him to lick his lips.
“Do not come, Darla,” he commanded, still watching. The voice he used took me back to that night so long ago. I closed my eyes and moaned.
He was there in my space, grabbing my hand to stop me.
“I said don’t.” I was against the wall a second later with my hands trapped in one of his above my head. His other hand roamed from my neck to over my breasts. He stopped at the left one, pinching my nipple and pulling, letting it bounce back. His mouth descended on it, soothing the sting, laving my nipple with his tongue.
I moaned, “Please.”
“What do you need, Darla?” he said around my nipple.
I squirmed, trying to release my hands from his hold. “I need to come.”
He smiled and looked up at me. “You will. Patience.” He released me and stepped back to turn off the water. “This has been a very long time in the making.” Handing me a towel, he added, “There’s no way I’m rushing it.”
We dried off separately, and he led me back into the bedroom. He sat me down on the edge of the bed. His cock dangerously close to my face, he stepped back before I could make contact.
“Are you super tired?” he asked, brushing my hair from my shoulders.
I shook my head.
“Good. You can go to sleep after I make you come.” He encouraged me to lay down on the bed and grabbed my knees, opening them wide. His hands moved up my thighs slowly, worshiping all the skin he touched. Kneeling, he moved closer to me, taking his fill, memorizing the sight of my spread, wet pussy in front of him. I felt myself get wetter.
“Fuck,” he cursed quietly. “I’m not…” He scratched the back of his head. “I’ve not done this in a long time,” he admitted, but the admission was lost as his tongue made contact with the opening to my pussy. He licked up my center to my clit, rolling his tongue over it.
I moaned. “You’re doing just fine.” I grabbed the back of his head and guided him, showing him where to lick, helping the friction by moving my hips. “Do you want to enjoy this or do you want me to come quickly?”
“I want you to come.”
“Then stick a finger in my pussy and suck my clit into your mouth.”
He removed his mouth momentarily so he could watch his finger sink inside me.
“That’s right. Fuck me with it.”
He moved it in and out roughly, watching.
“Jase…”
He dove back onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth, moving his tongue over it like someone trained him to do so.
I cried out, pulsing around his finger, riding out my orgasm by moving my hips.
He moved up my body, replacing his finger with his cock, sinking so deep, he triggered another orgasm more intense than the first. His mouth found mine, swallowing my sounds. His hips found a relentless pace as he chased his orgasm.
“Oh, God, Darla…” he cried, before I felt him come deep in me. His thrusts slowed down, barely moving.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, expressing every feeling I was having in that moment… love, safety, belonging. I ran my fingers through his hair, raking his scalp, and he moaned in my mouth. I took a minute to feel… everything. His
warm, hard chest raking against my nipples. His soft tongue tangling with mine. His silky hair through my fingers. His breath against my cheek.
He pulled away from the kiss to look down at me with those root-beer colored eyes, which were glassy, wet even.
“I have dreamed of this so many times,” he said roughly. He reached up to my face and wiped the tears that had unknowingly escaped my eyes. “The real thing is so much better.”
“I love you, Jase.” He closed his eyes tightly, and rested his forehead on my chest between my breasts. I ran my fingertips over his head. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”
He pulled out of me, kissed my lips, then kissed between my breasts before standing. Grabbing the towel off the floor, he cleaned himself before gently wiping between my legs.
“Oh, God. I’m sorry, Darla. I didn’t even think about condoms. Honestly, I don’t have any. I can assure you that I’m clean.”
I furrowed my brow, carefully wording my next question. “How do you know that?”
He paused his cleaning to look away. Embarrassed. “Well, I…” he stammered, “I’ve been tested, several times, but I haven’t… had actual sex with anyone since the start of my sophomore year of college.”
I sat up and placed my hands on his waist. “How…” I swallowed. “How is that possible?”
He smiled down at me and moved a piece of hair stuck to my lips. “That is a story for later, after you get some sleep.” Dropping the towel next to the bed, he lifted me to the pillows, laying down next to me and pulling my head to his chest. I burrowed in closer to him, throwing my leg over his.
“I haven’t been with anyone but Allison since… that night… with you and…” I trailed off.
He lifted my chin to look into my eyes. “Good to know.” He kissed my forehead and inhaled, wrapping both arms tightly around me.
I kissed his chest and nuzzled in. “We will talk about these.” I moved my hand across his scars.
His hand moved soothingly up and down my back. “Sleep, Darla.”
I drifted off in record time.
Forty Six
“Can’t Get Enough of Your Love” – Bad Company
I woke with a start, momentarily discombobulated by the warmth seeping into my cheek. I looked up and saw Jase’s peaceful face. He looked angelic in his slumber. I moved slowly, trying not to disturb him, to unstick our skin. He didn’t stir.
I took the moment to watch him sleep. I let my eyes take in his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks and his strong jaw. I had to fight the urge to move my lips up and down his neck. I studied his chest, noticing each tiny scar, not one more than half an inch, along his ribs, seven in all. My eyes traveled down his stomach, that sexy trail that began under his navel to his… wow, impressively hard cock.
I slid my hand down, with the intention of lightly touching it. Touching the tip, it jumped, like it was reaching for me. Who was I to deny what it wanted.
Moving carefully and pulling myself to my knees beside his hip, I licked the tip of his cock, tasting it for the first time. My taste still lingered on him, so I drug my tongue from tip to base and back again.
His hand moved my hair out of the way, so he could watch me.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I said, resuming my licking.
“I’m not going to complain.”
I planted my hand firmly at the base of his cock, lifting it up to my mouth, and licked his slit, earning me a hiss.
“Jesus, Darby.”
I smiled. If he liked that, he would love what came next.
I opened my mouth wide and swallowed as much of him down as I could, sucking as I pulled back, letting go with a pop.
“That felt good, do it again.”
So I complied, this time not letting go. Each time I took him deep, his tip hitting the back of my throat, and slowly sucking as I pulled back.
“God, that’s good.”
I pulled off his cock and gripped him firmly, stroking slowly up and over his tip and back down again.
“You know Jase,” I began, licking his slit again, “I have gotten off many times to the memory of you jacking off while you watched me.” I sucked him down again, feeling every ridge and vein with my tongue. “I would have done this to you that night, if you’d come to me.”
He thrust down my throat and groaned. His left hand found my breast and squeezed.
“Jesus, I wanted to touch you so badly that night. I wanted to join…” He moaned when I swallowed around him.
I pulled off and moved my lips down the side of his cock, pushing them up with my hand.
“You should have.”
“Fuck, Darla…” he called. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
My left hand cupped his balls, massaging and tugging. “Don’t you dare.” One more time, I took him deeply into my mouth, sucking hard on my release. “You’re going to come inside me again, and not in my mouth… at least not this time.”
He pulled my head up. “Then you need to stop that.”
I climbed over him, straddling his hips. “Hang on, love.” He pulled me down to his chest. “Give me a minute.”
His hands roamed down my back to my ass. They moved slowly, lovingly, like he was caressing something very precious. It felt amazing, but I was losing my mind.
“Minute’s up,” I announced, lifting and slamming myself down on his cock. “You can be sweet later. Now, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” I ground my pelvis against his. “So brace yourself.”
I went to town, fucking him at a hard pace. He watched our union, fascinated with his cock moving in and out of me. I leaned back so he could get a better look, bracing myself with my hands on his thighs.
He licked his lips and kept watching. After a few seconds, he glanced up at my face and kept his eyes on mine. His face transformed from one of amazement to one of hunger. His hands gripped me by the waist, and he slammed up into me from underneath on my downslide, causing me to throw my head back.
“I forgot you like it hard, huh?”
I nodded as he slammed me again, manhandling me with precision. I felt another orgasm approach, this one warning me with its inevitable intensity.
“Jase, I’m gonna come… hard…”
And I did. The world went sideways and swirly, making me dizzy, unsure if I was still on top of him. I knew he was still inside me, thrusting at a punishing pace.
When he came back into focus, I was on my back, and he was up on his arms watching me.
“That was fucking incredible, Darby.”
“Yeah it was.”
I squeezed my inner walls, urging him to go faster. My hands gripped his ass, pulling him deeper each time he hit the spot that made me see stars.
“That’s it, fuck me, Jase,” I said on a groan. “Harder.”
And he did.
I felt him losing control, so I made a point to watch his face. He shut his eyes tightly and he whimpered as he swelled inside me. Right when he came, his face transformed into a beautiful mix of pain, pleasure, and ecstasy, and he quietly howled through it. I smiled, knowing I would be the only one who would ever put that look on his face.
He rolled over to his back, dragging his messy cock over the top of my thigh as he left me.
“Okay, I need a break,” he said.
I looked at the clock. It was five in the morning, which meant to me, it was nine at night.
“What time do you need to go in to work?”
He looked over at me with hooded eyes. “I’m not going in today.”
Smiling, I rolled over to him, placing my head back on his chest. “I am so on board with that plan.”
We just laid there, absorbing each other’s energy, rubbing each other’s skin softly, committing each other to memory… that was until my stomach made an urgent noise, like it was possessed by a snarling demon.
Chuckling, he kissed my forehead. “I guess I need to feed you.” He rolled over and stood up. “And don’t get dressed.” Leaning down t
o caress my cheek, he softened his tone. “We are going to talk, and you have a history of bolting when you hear or see things you don’t like. If you are naked, you can’t walk out.”
“I’ve grown up since then, Jase.” An overwhelming panic struck me. “Goddess, is it that bad?”
He just smiled sadly and walked to the door.
Fuck. I had a feeling this was not going to go well.
Forty Seven
“Relax My Beloved” – Alex Clare
“So you learned to cook,” I said through the bite of the breakfast casserole Jase prepared that I just shoved in my mouth. I swore if I could shovel it in faster, I would. It was delicious, or three rounds of sex just really made me hungry.
“But you didn’t learn to eat,” he winked.
I chewed and swallowed. “I’m starving. Great sex will do that to a girl. It apparently makes you playful, huh?”
He grinned, and my panties would have disintegrated, if I was wearing panties that is. He did allow me to put on one of his t-shirts, just in case Tillie came home early. I asked him to wear something, too. Watching him move around the kitchen in those plain grey sweatpants, knowing he was commando underneath them, made my mouth water.
“Tillie taught me. This is actually her house. She was looking for a tenant after her husband died. He left a sizable debt for her to pay. She wanted a college student she could coddle, but instead, she got me.”
“And you got the mother-figure you so desperately needed.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I guess I did. She drags me to all these arts and crafts things…”
“Is she the reason for my painted sign, the one that landed the knife in my thigh?”
He laughed. “She is not to blame for your… accident, but yes. She says art is good therapy.” He shrugged. “It does help.”
I dropped my eyes. “Like your journals?”
He fidgeted nervously, grabbing the back of his neck. “Shit, Darby. You read them?”
