That Night in Steel City

by ChaShiree M.

  It’s finally our floor and we stumble off drunk on the lust and unspent desire. Not in the door two seconds when he is on me. Pinned to the door, my chest heaving up and down, body demanding I give it what it craves, I do the only thing I know to. I jump on him, wrapping my legs around him as my mouth attack his. Long gone are the thoughts of doubt, the moments when I wonder if I can be this woman. Contemplating if I am even capable of letting go and just letting desire overrule me, because here and now, I have the answer to all of those. YES!

  “Fuck baby. You have no idea how hard it makes me know you want me as much as I want you. I want to show you everything tonight. How slow and methodical I can be. Pleasing you. Teasing you. Loving you. Like you deserve. But shit, I am too far gone to slow down now. Tell me you understand. Tell me you’re with me Stefahnee.” No hesitation.

  “I’m with you Lazaro. I don’t care about slow. I just need you. Please. I have never felt like this. I want to feel all of it before it’s over and too late.” My heart whimpering for just a second at the knowledge that this might very well be for only one night. I know what we both say we want, but in the light of day, when we are back to our normal lives, will he still want me?

  “Hey. Where did you go? Where did that beautiful little head run off too?”

  “Doesn’t matter. Bring me back.” I don’t even know who I am right now.

  “With pleasure," he says as he pulls my Chicago t-shirt over my head. My bra is gone before I know it and then he's kissing down my neck, eventually pulling one then the other nipple into his mouth. My moan comes from deep within me and I don't recognize it. When his hand pulls the button on my jeans open, I am ready for him.

  His fingers dip into my panties. A knuckle grazes my clit and I gasp. My own hand has never felt so amazing. So, everything. His lips find mine and I put everything I have into this kiss. With a growl, he lifts me and carries me over to the bed, my sandals falling off as he walks us. Tossing me on the bed, he pulls my jeans down over my legs and throws them across the room. My panties soon follow. I can tell that I'm blushing as his gaze washes over my naked body. He quickly takes his shirt off followed by his pants and shoes.

  "Wow," I breathe. The outline of his cock in his dark boxer briefs has my mouth watering. Once the boxers are gone and there's nothing between us I start to shift to get closer to him, but he stops me. Gently he pulls my thighs apart and stares at my pussy.

  "Damn baby all this pussy cream for me?" He asks as he runs his fingertips through my folds. Seriously, just this small touch has me about to come. Leaning closer, he inhales my scent. I should be ashamed but I'm not. Getting closer still, I jump when his tongue touches my clit. Good Lord I've never felt anything like this. I can't even describe it, but it feels so good. He alternates licks and bites nibbles and sucks until I come epically.

  All over his gorgeous face.

  "Fuck," I scream before crying out his name.

  He stands over me slowly jerking his cock.

  "Once I take you Steph, I own you. This isn't just tonight. Do you understand?" I nod, but he grabs my chin to halt my movement. "Use your words," he demands.

  "Yes. I understand," I somehow manage to say.

  Between my thighs, he moves his cock through my wetness before sliding into me slowly. He takes my virginity in a slow and seductive way. Like he knew. Like he's taking care of me. The fleeting pain is gone so I wrap my legs around his waist and spur him on, my heels digging into his ass. Leaning up, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me. I can taste myself on his lips when we kiss, and it turns me on even more. It's almost as if my spurning changed his demeanor. He's fucking me savagely now. My screams and moans echoing off the walls. His own groans give me goosebumps. I come hard and I feel him do the same. For the first time, I realize he's bare inside me and my womb is unprotected. Why the fuck do I like that? I literally just met this man a few hours ago but I never want to let him go.

  Isn't life crazy?

  5

  I have been awake for the past hour just staring at my beautiful woman as she sleeps. She looks so peaceful. Her hair spread out over her pillow, such a contrast against her pale angelic complexion. Eyelashes, lain upon her cheeks. The sheet is barely covering her nipples, peeking out at me, taunting me, begging me to take them in my mouth, bite them lick them. My cock twitches as it calls me a dumb ass for not waking her over and over throughout the night. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I didn’t want to. Fuck that. I fucking crave to wake her up and rut my unmannerable cock inside her. But, finding out she was a virgin, changed everything about the plans I had for the night. Hurting her, was not an option.

  I move to get out of bed and go to the restroom, when she stretches, and the sheet falls lower. Son of a bitch! Fuck it! My head lowers and before I can stop myself, my tongue is tracing lazy circles around her nipples. Taking my time to taste her, revel in the sweetness that is all her.

  “Mmmmmm. Zaro.” she says as she comes awake. I can’t wait any longer. I move between her legs, kissing her awake the rest of the way. She kisses me back with the same urgency and I am inside her in an instant.

  “Lazaro.” she moans my name as I move in and out of her, sucking her neck leaving my mark. “I’m here baby. Right here. With you.” I know she is sore and I should go slow, but something about being inside of her makes me a mad man. She moves in sync with me as I move in and out of her wetness, pushing further in as I go.

  “Shit you feel so good baby. This sore abused pussy is squeezing me so tight. You know, don’t you? You know exactly what’s happening. I’m inside you, bare, knocking up against the place that is going to house our children. You want me to stop?” I hope to hell she says no. Because I won’t be able to either way.

  “No. Don't stop. Lazaro. Don’t ever stop. Give me your baby. Yes. Yes.” Fuck I can’t hold it any longer. “Come with me baby. NOW!” Pinching her clit, I yell out my release as she does the same. My seed making its way into her womb, binding us together forever.

  “Oh my gosh. Good morning to you too.” she says. Chuckling as she catches her breath. I laugh back at her. So fucking happy to have been given this blessing called Stefahnee. Eventually, we both come back and she lays her head on my chest.

  “Can I ask you a question?” she asks me, swirling the hairs on my chest around. I like having her touching me in any capacity I can get it.

  “You can ask me anything baby. What’s up?”

  “Have you ever believed in love at first sight?”

  “That’s an easy one. Not until I met you.” She looks up at me, the warring of her feelings evident in her eyes. I can read the shock, disbelief and hope as clear as if she had written it on her forehead. “I’m serious. I used to laugh at people who said things like that. Shrugged it off as some, chick-lit fantasy crap. And then you turned around and offered me popcorn and made a believer out of me. I knew, immediately, without a shadow of a doubt, that I was in love with you and would do whatever it took to keep you forever.”

  “I-I don’t know what to say. Wow! I thought it was just me. I thought it was only my heart going crazy, dreaming up the plans and laying down the future. How is this possible? I mean ...I know it's real, but…...what are we going to do?” I can see the worry and I don’t want that for her. I know we need to talk about this but, right now, she needs to sleep and so do I. We will get up early and talk over a nice hotel breakfast, before her flight. I am about to tell her just that when I hear the soft sound of her sleeping.

  My mind won’t quit racing about everything that needs to be done. My life changed on this trip and I am not going to run from it or deny it. On the contrary. I am going to embrace it. I know just where to start. I grab my phone and call my PA.

  “Good evening Zaro. What do you need at this ungodly hour?” Smartass. As the kid sister of one of my best friends, she gets away with things others would not.

  “Sorry to wake you Evangeline. I need you to get a listing of all houses for sa
le in LaGrange, Western Springs area. Four to five bedrooms, big backyard.”

  “A house. You want me to look for a house? For you? Am I being punked or did you all of a sudden grow a family overnight?” she asks chuckling. See I told you smartass.

  “Don’t worry about it brat. I want them in my email when I wake up. Goodnight.” Knowing I am well on my way toward securing my families future, I take a deep breath and some of the tension leaves me. Kissing her forehead, I wrap my arms around her and slumber off. Holding my future as tight as I can.

  6

  I should be running out of this room. My flight is in two and a half hours. I need to get to the airport, but my heart won’t let me leave. How am I supposed to pick up and go like I won’t be leaving half of me behind? Running my fingers over his face, I try to commit everything about him to memory. The hard line of his jaw, his dirty blonde hair, that sinful mouth that kisses me like I am his everything...everywhere. I won’t even get started on his body.

  Damn adulting. I roll out of bed, gather my clothes and toiletries and after putting on my traveling clothes. I don’t shower because I want the smell of him to stay on me throughout my travels. I sit at the desk and leave him a note.

  Lazaro,

  The past few hours have been the best of my life. I don’t know where we go from here, but I want to find out. 555-782-9330.

  Love,

  Stefahnee

  Kissing his lips one more time, I lay the note on my pillow and walk out, barely holding back tears. Once I am in the cab, I finally let go and let the tears flow. Poor cab driver. Ass crack of dawn and he has a crying blubbering mess of a passenger in his back seat. He hands me a tissue and very cliché, I blow my nose in it thanking him for his kindness.

  Less than two hours later I am sitting in my airline seat rubbing my fingers across my lips as I remember what it felt like when he bit it as his cock battered in and out of me. Remembering how much I gushed as he marked me on my neck. A mark still there this morning as I got dressed.

  Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Welcome aboard United Airline flight 1265 nonstop from Pittsburgh to Chicago. Please make sure your belongings are stowed in the overhead compartment. Make sure your tray is in the upright position and your seatbelt is fastened. In just a few moments we will go over the emergency procedures and exits with you. Just seating the last remaining passengers. Thank you for your patience.

  I wish I could just get off the plane.

  Trudging myself into my apartment door an hour and thirty two minutes later, I look around and it is glaringly obvious that something is missing. I pull my cell phone from my pocket, eager to turn it on and see if there is a message from him. I feel a bit foolish. Like a high schooler, going all gaga over the popular guy in school or something. Nevertheless, I eagerly urge my damn LG to hurry up and boot. When it finally does, I have only one missed call from my co-worker asking how I enjoyed the game. My heart sinks, a bit, realizing that I set myself up to with the anticipation.

  I spend the rest of the day doing laundry, eating, and showering. When all is back as it should be, I check my phone again. Hey, can you blame me? Maybe I missed it or it didn’t ring. You never know. But of course, nothing. I can’t tell you how many times I have checked my phone over the past eight hours. Or simply stared at it willing it to ring. Oh well. I have work tomorrow and I need to get up. I slip into my gown and turn down my bed. After washing my face, removing the many tears I have shed since I have been home and haven’t heard from him, I brush my teeth and walk into the bedroom. I am about to lay down when I hear a knock at the door.

  Who the heck? It better not Mrs. Beal from next door asking me to help her find her cat again. That was the longest night of my life. I walk to the door and look through, but no one is there. Hmm. I look once again and am about to walk away when the voice of my dreams says, “I see your feet baby. Open the door.”

  Oh my gosh. He is here. I mean, how is he here? Who gives a hell? Opening the door, the gasp slips out of my mouth as the sight before me sets in. Down on his knees, in a blue button up and black slacks, is my future. My love.

  “I almost lost my mind when I woke up to you being gone baby. I never want to feel that way again. Nothing in this life makes sense when I don’t have you in arms. I know to others it may seem crazy, but to me, this is the only thing that has ever made sense. We have much to learn about one another and I am more than willing to do that, but with my ring on your finger. I love you baby. Stefahnee Macarbee, love of my life, will you marry me?”

  Is it nuts that I don’t need to think about the answer to that question? My first response is my only response.

  “Yes. Yes, Lazaro. I will marry you. I love you too.” I fall to my knees, and our mouths meet. I feel him put the ring on my finger, but my focus is on feeling complete being in his embrace, once again.

  “I missed you so much baby.” he says in between kisses.

  “Then take me inside and show me.”

  He does. All night long.

  Epilogue

  “Babe. Can you put some sunscreen on me?” We are currently sitting on the beach in France enjoying our week long honeymoon, two months after the wedding. The night we got engaged was one of the happiest times in my life, only to be eclipsed by the news six weeks later that my boys did their job on the first time. So, we decided to wait until after the baby was born to get married. Well, more like I decided. I didn’t want her planning a wedding stressing herself out. Seven and a half months later, our baby girl Zara was born. And four weeks after that we were married. Stef, didn’t want to leave the baby quite yet to go on our honeymoon afterward and to be honest, neither did I.

  “Of course, my love. Turn over.” She turns over on her back and as I begin to apply the sunscreen, the desire I have for her, builds into this overwhelming need to be inside of her. It's a feeling that never fails. I feel it every second of every day.

  “Why don’t we go back to the villa and you can thank me properly.” I whisper in her ear.

  “Mmmmm...thought you’d never ask.” Little vixen gets up and as she makes her way to the villa she slowly starts shedding her clothes leaving her entirely nude by the time she makes it to the door. Growling I storm after her. She knows how even the thought of someone seeing any part of her makes me a beast. She like the beast in me.

  I take a second to look out at the horizon and thank God.

  I never imagined my life could be this amazing. Who knew that night in steel city could turn into forever?

  I am a lucky man. And I know it.

  About the Author

  ChaShiree lives in the Windy City though she is trying to move as fast as she can. Lol. She loves connecting with readers and writing is one of her passions.

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