by Vivien Vale
I’m relieved. I needed Hendricks to do this, and he came through for me. He’s a solid man.
“I’m so happy for you,” I say. I know she had a difficult past and that money is more of an object than it should be. I am relieved that she as her income back, now.
She hesitates. I unlock my front door and hold it open for her, letting her step in first. She does so without thinking about it twice. After we’re inside the door, and I close it, I turn around to find her with tears in her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I saw you on television, earlier,” she says. “I heard what you said.”
“I hope you know that I mean it,” I say.
She swallows and nods. The first tears spill over her cheeks.
“I know. I didn’t think you felt that way about me. I mean, after everything we did.”
I shake my head and put my hand on her cheek. “Darling girl, you’ve managed to crawl under my skin when I least expected it. I am in love with you.”
She smiles, and more tears roll down her cheeks.
“That’s why I’m here,” she says. “I heard it, and I want you to know something.” I look into her eyes, and they’re drowning in tears.
“I love you, too,” Kylie says.
I don’t know how it happened that this woman became as important to me as she is, but my heart warms when she tells me she loves me, too.
I pull her close to me and kiss her, my hand on her cheek. Her body is pressed flush against mine, and I can feel every curve, from the swell of her breasts to the curve of her hips. But that’s not what it’s about right now. I want to be with her, and not just for sex. I want her to be my girlfriend. By some miracle, ten years after my heart was ripped out and spat on, I fell in love again.
She puts her arms around my neck, and I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her even closer. She parts her lips and my tongue slides into her mouth. She tastes familiar, and I realize that this feeling – with her tongue in my mouth and her body pressed tightly against mine – is home.
I pull her into the living room, and we collapse on the couch in a tangle of limbs. We make out like teenagers, feeling and touching carefully as if we’re unsure if the other will break. Her kiss is different – gentle and passionate and so much more intimate than it’s ever been before – and I think it’s about the emotion behind it. For the first time, I feel what it means to truly love someone.
My hand roams her body, because I can’t help it. She’s so hot, her curves are pressed against my body and I wanted to touch and love every inch of her. This is more than about sex – although sex with her is fucking fantastic. It’s about being with her. It’s about our connection. It’s about loving her and knowing that she loves me back.
Of course, I can’t help but get hard. Her body is pressed up against mine, and I’m kissing her. Our kissing becomes more passionate, more urgent. She gyrates her hips, and I know she can feel me. She grinds against me, and I’m overwhelmed by the need to be inside her.
I break the kiss and take her hand, leading her to my bedroom. I want her, and I want her now. When we’re in the room, I lay her down on the bed and crawl over her, kissing her again. I work my way down her, moving her clothes here and there to plant kisses on her bare skin in a trail down her body.
I undo her pants and peel her jeans down her legs one by one. When I’ve gotten rid of her pants, I run my hands up her smooth legs. She’s got the sexiest legs I’ve ever seen.
Her panties are next to go, and I slowly move them down her legs as well. I drop them on the floor with the jeans.
I spread her thighs with my hands and kneel between her legs. I dip my head between her legs and lick her pussy lips.
She’s already wet. Her scent is intoxicating, making me dizzy and when I drag my tongue up her slit, her taste is sweet, the taste of sex.
She gasps when I flick my tongue over her clit. I pay attention to her clit for a while, flicking my tongue over her. Then, I close my lips over her clit and suck. She cries out. I know she loves it when I do this. I push a finger into her, and she gasps, squirming against my mouth and my hand.
I want to keep doing this to her, but I want to be more involved, too. She’s half-naked and half-orgasmic. I want both of us to get there all the way. I let her go and peel the shirt I wore to the press conference off my body. I get rid of my pants and my boxers.
When I’m naked, Kylie is, too. She got undressed when I did, and she’s naked on my bed.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I say.
She blushes. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the red flush on her cheeks. She’s so beautiful when she blushes and when she smiles. When she does anything. And she’s so sincere.
I crawl onto the bed again, straddling her but the wrong way around so that her head is between my legs. I dip my head again and lick her pussy. She gets the idea without me telling her we’re going to do sixty-nine. She takes my cock into her mouth, and I have to concentrate to lick her and have her suck me at the same time without affecting how well I’m taking care of her.
28
Kylie
Wes is on top of me, but I don’t feel pinned or trapped. I love it when he takes control like this. We’ve been through a lot together, and a part of me feels vulnerable. Losing my job, getting it back again, being humiliated and having Wes declare his love for me – all in one day – takes its toll on my emotions. But he told me he loves me, and I believe him. He makes me feel safe because I know now he’s serious about me and I’m serious about him, too.
His cock is in my mouth, but I’m struggling to concentrate on sucking him off the way I usually do because his mouth is on my clit, licking and sucking. My body shudders involuntarily, and I squirm beneath him. When I’m lying straight, his cock is thick and long in my mouth and when he bucks his hips slightly – he’s careful not to do it too much – he pushes down my throat. Once he’s past my soft pallet, I don’t have the urge to gag.
He pumps into me slowly, fucking my mouth while he eats me out and it’s hot.
I move my head to the side now and then when I need air. The more he licks me and sucks on my clit the closer I get to an orgasm, and I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing anymore. I abandon his cock and close my eyes. Wes’s body hovers over mine, and I can feel his heat, but I’m focused on the sensation between my legs, the muscles clenching at my core.
I’m buzzing. Blood rushes in my ears, and I forget about everything around us. For a while, it’s just me and Wes and what he’s doing to my body. I’m on my back beneath him, legs spread wide for him and he licks at me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
The orgasm creeps closer, and I moan louder and louder. I love when I’m at his place, and I don’t have to be quiet. I’m not a quiet person in bed. It’s something I’ve learned about myself, and I know that no matter how hard I try, I’ll never be able to be completely quiet.
Wes knows this about me, and he seems to love it unless we’re in a place where I need to be quiet. He doesn’t hesitate to remind me.
I stop thinking again. The orgasm gets bigger and bigger. My body goes numb, and I can feel the heat between my legs. It’s building, becoming larger and larger. I’m filling up like a cup of hot water, and soon I’m going to spill over.
Wes doesn’t mind that I’m not sucking him off the way he intended when he crawled over me into this position. He seems more than happy to keep at it, licking my pussy, sucking my clit. I gasp and squirm, my breathing coming out in erratic bursts. I reach up and wrap my arms around his thighs.
The orgasm washes over me moments later, and I cry out. I tighten my arms around his legs as my body spasms, and my muscles clench throughout my body. My legs close around his head but he’s relentless, his tongue lapping at me even though I’m pinching him between my legs. I move my hips back and forth, fucking his mouth, his tongue.
When the orgasm subsides, I breathe hard, and I’m suddenly sensitive
. I squirm, and Wes seems to know because he lifts himself up and off me. I lie on the bed, gasping, in a puddle of sweat and cum.
“Oh, my God,” I breathe, and Wes smiles at me. His smile is full of potential.
Wes lies down on the bed next to me. I turn my head to him, and he kisses me, first a peck and then with tongue. The kiss doesn’t last very long. He puts his hand on my hip and turns me onto my side so that my back is toward him. He runs his hand along the contours of my body, tracing my curves. I turn my head and look up at him. He’s studying my body like he hasn’t seen me naked before.
His cock is hard and smooth, all at the same time and he presses it against my ass cheeks. I shudder. The thick flesh is hot, and I want it inside of me.
I back up, pressing my ass into his crotch and wiggle it. He gets the idea. His hand is on my ass cheek, and he squeezes it before he guides himself to my entrance.
I’m very wet, and when he pushes into me, he slides in with little effort. I’m tight after orgasming, and I’m sensitive, but it’s pure pleasure, and I moan as he slides into me. I lean forward a little bit more so that I’m at an angle to his body. He slides in and out easier this way. Wes picks up the pace and starts fucking me. His hips move, and I can feel him as he pushes into me harder and harder. His balls don’t slap against my ass, yet, but I can feel them when he slides into me.
He’s larger than usual because of how tight I am. The friction is fantastic, and I’m aware of how big he is and how well he handles himself. He puts his one hand on my shoulder and the other hand on my hip, holding me in place. When he does, he picks up his pace and pumps into me harder and harder.
I cry out, gasping and moaning loudly. He slides in and out of me with slippery strokes, and I’m getting an echo of the orgasm. My eyes are squeezed shut, and I have the sheets on his bed bunched in my hands as something to hold onto while he fucks me in the spooning position.
His hand moves from my hip, sliding up my body. He finds my tit and squeezes it. His fingers find my nipple, and he pinches it lightly, rolling me between his fingers in the way that he usually does. It feels good every time, and I gasp.
Wes stops moving, his cock still inside of me and leans his body against mine. It pushes me forward so that I’m lying on my stomach. When he rolls onto me, he’s still inside of me. There’s something very intimate about Wes covering my entire body with his and the weight that comes with it. He doesn’t put his full weight on me, obviously, but I feel the pressure is just right. When he starts moving his hips again, sliding in and out of me, his weight on my back pushes the air out of my lungs along with the rhythm he’s building in my pussy.
The strokes are slow and languid, and he grazes against my G-spot every time. It’s just this side of uncomfortable – the G-spot usually is – but I love the sensation. My face is pressed half into the mattress, and I’m helpless. It’s a turn on. He’s in complete control, and he can do anything to me.
The thrill comes from the idea that he could, but I know that he won’t. I trust him that much.
He fucks me like this for a while, rocking his body back and forth on mine. The motion creates a deep, heavy breathing that he matches in my ear, and I shiver with his hot breath against my skin. He runs his hand down the side of my body, and it tickles a little. I squirm, but when I do he pushes deeper into me, and it’s like a little game. He tries to get me to squirm, and I try not to. When I do, he pounds into me harder, which is really what I want, anyway. It’s a win-win for the both of us.
After a while, Wes pushes himself up so that his body weight isn’t on me anymore. He pulls my hips up with his hand and positions a pillow beneath my hips, but it’s further down than I think it should be. I’m about to say something when his hand reaches around me, and he finds my clit with his fingers.
Right. That’s why he put the pillow where he did.
I jump, my clit is still sensitive after he made me orgasm the first time. Wes knows what he’s doing, and instead of uncomfortable, the feeling is intense but erotic.
His cock is still inside me, and he pumps in and out of me. His fingers focus on my clit, drawing circles around it. Echoes of the first orgasm – or a precursor to the second – find me, and I shiver, my muscles already contracting in anticipation. Wes is working his fingers on my clit faster and faster, keeping his strokes with his cock slow so I can concentrate on my clit rather than on what he’s doing inside of me.
I close my eyes and give myself over to the sensation. My body rocks back and forth on the bed, my skin brushing against the sheets, and I’m caught in the mesmerizing combination of his hand on my clit and his cock inside of me, rubbing against my G-spot. It pushes me closer and closer to another orgasm.
It grows inside me like a flame that’s coaxed to life. It burns brighter and brighter until the heat inside me is so great I explode. The orgasm shatters through me, so much more intense now that he’s been stroking my G-spot, and I cry out. My body is pinned down so I can’t curl into a ball and my muscles spasm and contract, fighting my position. It’s all that much more intense because of it.
Wes’s cheek is against mine, and our breathing is in sync. I gasp and moan, letting the orgasm spill over me and sweep me away before it finally subsides.
I like it when I lose control like this with him. I like how he takes me to places I haven’t been before.
Wes and I have had raucous sex multiple times, but this time is different. Maybe it’s because of our confessions of love. Maybe it’s after everything we’ve been through. Maybe it’s because finally, everything will work out okay.
Wes pulls out of me, and I feel his absence acutely. He lies down next to me and pulls me against him, cuddling me. We’re not done yet – he’s rock hard, and I won’t mind another orgasm or two – but it’s nice to be held.
29
Wes
Kylie doesn’t lie in my arms for very long. She kisses me, and it turns from loving to hot in only a few seconds. She makes out with me, tracing my bottom lip with her tongue. She nudges me so that I lie on my back and climbs onto me, straddling me.
I love it when she’s on top of me. I love a lot of positions, but this is one of my favorites.
She sits down on me, but I’m not inside her. Instead, her pussy is spread over my cock, and she slides up and down, rubbing the length of me along her slit. The feeling is great – we’re both slick with our sex, and she’s teasing me, driving me crazy. I want to be inside of her, but she’s on top of me, and she’s in control.
Kylie sides up and down my cock. She gasps, and I get the idea she’s sensitive after her orgasms. I don’t blame her. I like it, though. She gets tight after she orgasms, and I love it when her body clamps around my cock.
I’m just about to lose my shit with her teasing me when she presses my cock upright with her fingers and slides onto me. She gasps when I push into her, and I groan. The feeling of her walls clamping down around me tells me just how tight she is after orgasming and I love it.
She moves around a little, adjusting to the angle. Her hands are on my pectorals. Her tits are round and perfect, naked on her chest with her hair hanging down on either side of them, framing her body.
I reach up for her tits, squeezing one in each hand.
She starts moving her hips back and forth, riding me. I slide in and out of her, and the sensation is erotic. I am not going to come just yet, but God, I want to. She picks up the pace and fucks me faster. Her hips rock back and forth, her knees rubbing against the sheets beneath us. Her tits jiggle in my hands as she bucks her hips faster and faster.
I groan. She’s so good at this.
She leans forward more and her hands press into my pecs. At this angle, she can lift her ass, and she does so, lifting herself off my cock for the most part before sitting back down on me, doing a booty bounce. She bounces on top of me, going faster and faster. Now that she’s leaning forward her tits swing back and forth as she rides me. I let go of her tits and watch them swinging.
It’s hypnotizing.
The faster she rides me the closer I’m getting to an orgasm. Just before I’m there – she must be able to tell when I’m close – she lies down on top of me so that her tits mash against my chest. Her head is against my neck, and she licks and kisses and nibbles the skin on my neck. I get goosebumps from it.
Her breathing changes, her gasping picking up and she starts to moan and whimper. I realize that she’s rubbing her clit against my pubic bone while she’s riding me. My cock slides in and out of her, and she’s rubbing herself up against my pubic bone. She’s going to bring herself to orgasm this way.
I want to come, too. She’s not going fast enough for me.
I put my hands on her hips and lift her just enough that I have some space to move. I start bucking my hips beneath her, pounding into her. I pick up the pace, going as fast as I can and I’m like a jackhammer, slamming into her. She gasps and cries out, lying on my chest and letting me take control even though she’s on top of me.
I’m getting closer and closer. I’m going to come, soon. It’s what I want, but I want to come at the same time she does.
I let her take over again. She pushes up so that she can go faster and she rocks her hips back and forth, picking up with my pace almost as fast as where I left off. It’s not what I did, but it’s enough, and a moment later, I feel my balls tighten the way they do just before I release.
Kylie squeezes her eyes shut and cries out. Her walls clamp down on me and she orgasms, her muscles contracting. She collapses onto my chest, and I start fucking her from beneath again. I’m so close to the edge now it doesn’t take any time at all before I orgasm, too, and then we’re crying out and orgasming together.
Her body contracts at the same speed as mine, her walls milking my cock as I jerk inside of her and she shudders on top of me. It feels like it lasts forever.
Finally, the orgasm subsides, and we lie in a pile of limbs, breathing hard. Our skin is slick with sweat where we touch each other. Her hair is fanned over my chest, and I feel her tits as she breathes hard. Her heart hammers against my ribs.
