Dear Neighbor

by River Laurent

  The fire exploded into an inferno.

  I feasted my eyes and hands and mouth on his body, exploring him as he worshiped me. It was like a dream coming true—total, all-consuming passion. He laid a hand gently on my cheek and tenderly, very tenderly, as if I was the most precious and delicate thing in the world, brushed his fingers down my neck. That was it for me. I gave myself over to him completely.

  He kissed the hollow of my throat and tips of my breasts, he stroked my hair, he caressed my back, he nibbled my ear, he licked my belly button. He drove me crazy. God, I wanted him so damn much I wanted to beg him to enter me. I looked at him, my hands on his shoulders, my legs around his waist.

  He thrust his tongue into my mouth and withdrew it. Then he did it again. And again. He was fucking my mouth with his tongue. It was a rehearsal for what was about to happen between my legs. It was so dirty and so hot. The harder and faster he did it the more desperate I grew for him. The effect was so profound my hips were practically bucking in tandem with his thrusting. He lifted my dress and looked at the way my wet panties clung to my shape. I felt myself blush.

  He looked up and met my eyes. “Are you okay? You ready for this?”

  I could tell he was straining, struggling to hold back. He wanted to go ahead, desperately—he shook all over—but he wanted to be sure I was ready and good to go. That one little thing, the way he held back to be sure I was ready, took me from liking him to something much deeper.

  Oh, sweet Jesus. I’m in love with him.

  “Yes,” I breathed, nodding.

  My brain vaguely processed the sound of zipper metal teeth grinding down. My dress fell away from my shoulders and he pushed it down to my hips. My body melted another few degrees and searing heat bloomed between my legs. He unhooked my bra and my breasts swung free. He pushed me gently back onto the bed and dragged my dress down my hips and pulled it clean off me. I lay before him, on display, every inch of me offered up to his eyes. He could have done anything with me.

  He slipped his fingers into the waistband of my panties and with aching slowness pulled them down my legs. Then he placed his hands on my thighs, opened them wide, and stared at my exposed, aroused sex.

  “I’ve never seen a pussy that begged to be sucked like yours does,” he said. “Fuck, I could suck you all day and all night.”

  My breath hitched at the expression in his eyes. They glittered with triumph. Like a man who was looking down with satisfaction at what he owned.

  “I’m going to spend the whole night doing things to your body that you never even dreamed were possible,” he said with a dark laugh and stood.

  I watched him undress and not once did he take his eyes off me and my open sex.

  I don’t swear a lot, but by God, naked, he was fucking gorgeous.

  He had a tattoo of an eagle on his left bicep. My fingertips itched to trace the intricate blue lines. I let my eyes run down his smooth abs to that holy hell massive cock of his. He was so big and hard, the angry veins twisting up it looked like they were swollen to bursting. I watched wide-eyed as he bent down to kneel between my legs.

  My heart was beating so hard I could hear the blood rushing in my ears.

  He slipped his hands under my buttocks so that I was open to him like a platter of food. He brought his face close to my pussy and inhaled me deeply. “I love the taste of your wet cunt, Mimi. I’ve been dreaming of this ever since I had my first taste that night. But you had to run off like a little rabbit before I could finish the job.”

  I gazed at him with dazed eyes as his tongue moved slowly between my glistening lips and I moaned with excitement.

  “Oh God,” I moaned and shivered.

  “I’m never going to get enough of you, Mimi Young,” he growled as he began to feast on my pussy. His greed was obscene and dirty and awesome. No one had even eaten me so hungrily. Josh liked to eat pussy, but never like this. My hips pressed against his face and my hands clenched around his head and pulled him in. I wanted more. I couldn’t get enough. My breath came in quick sharp gasps.

  “I don’t want to wait anymore,” I cried hoarsely, and shamelessly tried to open my legs wider for him. I knew what his cock felt like at the entrance of my pussy. I wanted it inside. All of it. Every beautiful inch.

  But all he did was push a finger into me and lazily dip it in and out of me.

  My head began to buzz as intense pleasure radiated from my core. Then a massive climax like I had never experienced began to rip right through me. I lost control. I felt as if I was exploding into white spots of ecstasy. I didn’t even realize that I had opened my mouth to scream my head off until Max’s large hand slapped over my mouth.

  “Shhh…baby. Shhhh,” he said.

  While my muscles were still convulsing and throbbing he took his hand off my mouth and pushed a long, thick finger inside my pulsating sex.

  “Oh, God,” I groaned, as my pussy clenched his finger.

  He pulled his finger out and brought it to my lips. “Suck,” he ordered.

  I opened my mouth and sucked my own juices off his finger.

  He smiled at the sight.

  Then he pulled the finger from my mouth and plunged it into me again. When my mouth opened in a gasp, he removed his finger and made me suck it again. Watching me like a hawk as he thrust that finger in and out and back into my mouth. In and out and back in my mouth. He was making me eat my own pussy. It was filthy and a huge turn-on.

  Suddenly, I knew what I wanted to taste next. “I want to suck your cock,” I said.

  He smiled slowly. “I’ve been wanting to hear you say that from the day I saw you at the elevator.”

  He always wanted me! That was crazy! The cables of the lift I was traveling in just snapped. I was freefalling. I got on my hands and knees and as I came closer I inhaled the man smell of him and it made me almost dizzy with excitement and anticipation. I licked the satiny-soft skin on the head of his cock. The pearl of cum at the tip of it dissolved on my tongue. I liked his taste. I really did. It wasn’t stale and bitter, but salty and fresh. Like the ocean. I licked him again.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned.

  Then I stretched my mouth to accommodate his girth. He felt large and heavy on my tongue as my lips closed in on his shaft. My tongue slid around the shape of his swollen head and his hands fisted my hair.

  “Fuck, Mimi. That feels amazing,” he groaned as he guided my face forward and forced my mouth to take more of him.

  I sucked him with deep drawing pulls as his hips moved forward and back. Just as I was getting into my groove he pulled out with a wet pop.

  I looked at him in surprise. I truly wanted to satisfy him, return the pleasure he had given me. “What’s wrong?”

  “On your back, baby. The wait is over,” he said. His voice was thick and guttural. He picked up a foil packet from the bedside table and tore it open.

  I lay back and watched him roll the condom over his massive cock and put his knee on the bed. Then those strong powerful thighs spread me wide open. He positioned his cock at my entrance and pushed in. The thick head entered me and my flesh opened like butter to accommodate him.

  Hot damn, my eyes widened with shock at how big he was, at the sensation of being so stretched. My mouth opened in a soundless cry of pleasure. “Oh, my God, I’m so full. I’ve never been this full before.”

  He paused and gave me time to adjust to the thick, deep intrusion before he began to thrust again. Hard. I gasped with the sensation of being so incredibly stretched. He was so thick and solid. I looked into his beautiful face and a thrill of pleasure fizzled right through me. Max Black and I were doing it. I loved our bodies being joined, his chest crushing down on my breasts, and his hard body pressing down on mine.

  My fingers gripped his thick shoulder then slid down the lean muscles of his body to his tight butt as it flexed while he pumped in and out. Every time he buried his cock deep in me I groaned. Never had I felt anything like that with anyone else. Ever. The pleasure was
so strong the rest of the world stopped existing. I forgot where I was. I felt my core muscles start clenching as I started to climax. I don’t know whether I would have screamed, but Max locked his mouth onto mine. The kiss was hard and demanding and fiery. I walked over the edge into the abyss of pleasure while sucking his tongue blindly and his cock thrusting so hard my body was jerking and sliding on the bed. From somewhere far away I heard him call my name. And it was beautiful.

  49

  Mimi

  It was barely light outside when I woke up in Max’s arms. Yep, it was a pretty good place to be, all things considered. He spooned me, and I was glad for that—nobody wanted to wake up the first morning after sleeping with somebody knowing their morning breath was hitting their partner right in the face. I was also betting that I’d drooled in my sleep or at least snored a little. Because there was no way life was really as perfect as it seemed just then. Something had to be wrong.

  I ran that hand over my face. No dried drool. There was a chance I wouldn’t scare him away, after all.

  Last night seemed like a dream. A dirty, erotic, incredibly beautiful dream. But it must have been real, or else why would I still be buck naked and so sore between my legs, the kind of soreness a woman felt after having sex three times in one night? And why would he be lying just as naked with his arm over me? I heard his soft, even breathing behind me and relished the sound.

  I was in love. No doubt about it. Only a woman in love could find the sound of her lover’s breathing so joyful and fulfilling.

  I only wished I knew how he felt about me.

  Don’t overthink this, Mimi. That never got you anywhere. The only thing overthinking ever got me was chewed-up fingernails and the very real concern of developing an ulcer. Besides, thinking too much made a girl do stupid things like become jealous, clingy, and possessive. I didn’t want to be any of those things. I wanted us to be us, just the way we were. If I read too much into it, I’d make it weird even if I tried not to.

  He stirred, letting out a confused snort as he did. I stifled a giggle.

  “Good morning,” he murmured, pulling me close.

  Oh, he felt so good. His body was warm and firm as he enveloped me. I let myself sink into the sensation of his lips against the back of my neck, my throat, my ear, my jaw. He wasn’t trying to be sexy, but it didn’t matter. I felt my body respond like he’d flipped a switch.

  “You’re up early,” I whispered. I took a chance and rolled over, hoping I didn’t look like something out of a haunted house. Damn him for looking even more delicious first thing in the morning than he did all day long. How was that even possible? Did he wake up in the middle of the night to make himself look presentable? Even his hair looked artfully tousled. Like he had a hair and makeup crew in that suitcase of his.

  “Didn’t you hear me making plans to go fishing with Alexander and Peter this morning?”

  I frowned. “I guess I missed it. Was that before or after you started placing bets on this year’s football draft?”

  He chuckled softly. “After.”

  “I see.”

  “You could come, you know.”

  I wrinkled my nose before I could stop myself. “I don’t think that would be the best idea. The thought of hooking a fish turns my stomach a little.”

  “Do you eat fish?”

  “Like it’s my job, but that’s another story.”

  “Hypocrite.” He kissed my forehead, my cheeks. It was heaven. I wished time would stop. Everything was perfect, right here in our cocoon.

  “That’s not hypocritical. It’s me, having a weak stomach. Besides,” I added, snuggling up against him just a little closer, “you need your guy time. I would only ruin it.”

  “I don’t think you could ruin anything.” He stroked my face, my hair, before letting his hand move down to my back. I told myself to stop shivering every time he touched me, but I couldn’t help it. He was magic.

  “I wish I could see myself the way you do,” I admitted, closing my eyes as his lips found mine.

  “I wish you could, too. I really do.” He held my chin in his hand, then kissed me again before getting up. “I guess I’d better do this now, or else I might never leave.” He looked down at me in all his glorious nakedness, and I let my eyes linger on his body as long as I could.

  “I’m taking a mental picture,” I told him, then held my hands up on either side of my face like I was holding a camera.

  “Wow, is that supposed to be an actual camera in your hands? And you accuse me of dating myself.”

  “Oh, sorry. Should it be a phone, instead?”

  “Yeah. Try living in this century.” I threw a pillow at him and he laughed as he stepped into our bathroom.

  Just before he closed the door, I murmured, “And to think. I was going to suggest we take a shower together this morning.”

  The door stopped moving. “Uh, we can definitely still do that.”

  “Why would you want to take a shower with a woman who doesn’t even live in this century?”

  I rolled over, giggling to myself with my back to the door. So I didn’t see him rush to the bed, but I did feel him scoop me up in his arms and carry me to the shower. I could have fought him off, but why bother? He was a man who got what he wanted.

  And he wanted me.

  50

  Mimi

  Why I needed her body so much was a fucking mystery to me. With every other woman, I immediately lost a big chunk of my desire for her the second I finished I fucking her. And every time we fucked I lost more and more until I couldn’t even bear to be in the same room as her. But not with Mimi. With her, I couldn’t get enough. Fucking her was like pouring oil on fire. Just made the flames rise higher.

  The more I got the more I wanted.

  I put her on her feet and she gazed at my cock. I stood still and allowed her. When her gaze left my erect cock, and rose up to meet my eyes, I stepped into the shower and pulled her with me. I turned on the tap and warm water cascaded down on us. I took the bar of soap from the metal holder and held it out to her.

  “Let me watch how you soap yourself.”

  For a couple of seconds she hesitated. Then she took the bar and ran it across her chest, under her arms, and around her neck. Soap suds slid down her beautiful body. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to get inside her. Then, with adorable shyness, she swiped it between her legs.

  “Don’t stop,” I growled.

  She raised her arms and bent her elbows to do her back. Her breasts jutted forward. I wanted to suck the pink tips into my mouth. Sheepishly, she did the crack of her ass. I watched her do her thighs and legs. She picked up her foot to clean the sole of her foot. The action revealed the delicate, pink folds of her pussy. I stared, transfixed. She put the foot down and raised the other. Showed me another eyeful. Water beat down on my cock, making it bounce. It was so fucking hard it was fucking tingling.

  I bent down and took her nipples between my teeth. Water ran into my mouth, changing the normal sensation of having a woman’s nipple in my mouth. In my life time I’d been in the shower with hundreds of women. I’d taken all their nipples in my mouth, but when I took hers I didn’t feel like it was a simple exchange of pleasure: I make you see stars, you make me come.

  No, with her, I felt like eating her alive, consuming her. I wanted to go on my knees and fucking feast on her pussy for days. I couldn’t imagine letting anyone else have her. I wanted to keep her forever. I felt like she was mine.

  I sucked hard enough to cause her pain, because she gasped.

  I lifted my head. “Do you want me to stop?”

  No,’ she whispered her eyes wide and dilated. Her eyelashes were full of water.

  I took her other nipple in my mouth and sucked it gently, and she moaned sensuously. The sound sent me wild.

  I turned her around so she was facing the tiled wall. Very firmly, I grabbed her hips and tilted them upwards. Then I got on my haunches. I grabbed the flesh of her cheeks and pulling them apart ble
w on her glistening sex. She shivered with anticipation. I buried my face between her cheeks and…I feasted. This time I couldn’t stop. I sucked, I licked, and I bit the plump flesh. Even her whimpers didn’t stop me. I ravished her like I had never ravished another. I sucked until she shuddered and climaxed sobbing.

  My cock was hot and hungry so I felt the blood surging urgently through it. If I didn’t get into her soon, I was going to fucking explode.

  I pulled her out of the shower and positioned her in front of the sink.

  “I want you to watch me fuck you in the mirror. Hands on the sink, legs spread, ass sticking out,’ I told her. While she stood gripping the sink hard, legs apart, and pushing her curvy ass as high as it would go, I retrieved the condom I left on the counter

  “Play with your clit,” I ordered.

  Her back arched even more as she obeyed. It made her ass to go higher, and her whole sweet pussy hung between her legs and begged me to fuck it. My favorite pose for a woman.

  Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

  I grabbed her hips and slid into her. I rammed so far into her body, her eyes widened in the mirror. I fucked her hard from the back while I watched her hand as it circled her clit. It was so engorged with blood it protruded out. We carried on like that, our wet bodies slapping, our eyes locked on each other in the mirror. I fucked her so hard the Field’s designer sink began to creak. Finally, with an animal-like cry, that I muffled with my hand, she came hard on my dick. She always went over the edge so beautifully.

  There was no holding back after that.

  I exploded deep inside her. I didn’t immediately slide out of her. We stood there joined and breathing hard, as I stroked her hair. Pushing it away from the back of her neck, I kissed the smooth wet flesh.

  I looked up and her eyes were sparkling, her cheeks were flushed, her swollen mouth slightly open and panting. I had never seen a woman look more achingly beautiful.