Him, Finally
E.M. Pierce
“So how many?” he asked.
“It doesn’t matter, it still happened” she responded.
“It does matter, each girl, each time, all of them are separate, wrong, piece of shit thing to do occurrences. It’s not okay if it was even one time. But, if it was more than once, especially with multiple women, then it’s not just a mistake, it’s an attitude towards you. It’s disrespectful. It’s demeaning and degrading to you Marissa.”
Marissa knew Patrick was speaking the truth. She just didn’t quite have her head in the right place to make the right decisions. That’s why she had gone out with him tonight. Deep down she knew her marriage was over. The man she had given her life to had ultimately just fucked her over. Better yet, he had fucked several other women over, destroying her life in the process.
She had battled depression, anger, and then more depression. It had been three months since she first found out. She remained in a confused state, wondering if it would just magically fix itself or if it was truly over. Her husband’s respect for her had obviously gone. She didn’t know what she had done wrong to deserve to be cheated on. She was even more crushed when she learned that his affair had been going on over a year. She felt betrayed. She felt humiliated. She had felt no joy in these three months.
She was much different than her husband. Marissa would have the guiltiest feelings when she would sneak away for a drink with Patrick. Nothing ever happened between them but discussion and drinks yet she felt as if she had wronged her husband just by meeting her friend. And yet, he could simply just go out and do whatever he wanted to with no consideration towards Marissa’s feelings. She never asked him or had any suspicions. She felt that marriage was a trust that both parties were committed to upholding. Turns out he didn’t feel the same way.
Asshole.
Still, she felt guilty here with Patrick. They were here in the same bar where they had first met a long time ago. They both liked coming to this place. It was where Patrick had hit on her for the first time. The unfortunate thing was that she had just married 3 weeks before. She wished she had met him months before that. Maybe her life would be different.
She was upfront with him when they met. Marissa had told Patrick that she recently wedded. She also confessed that she was wildly attracted to him as he were to her but it couldn’t go anywhere, ever. They had this wall between them. Marissa wasn’t the cheating kind, not like her husband apparently is. She remained faithful to him and now it pained her to do so. Patrick had wanted her more than her husband ever did.
“You can do much better, you’re just scared of changing your life. You’re scared of the unknown. But you’re unhappy with what you have and now your husband is cheating on you. Hurting you. What will it take Marissa?” Patrick said.
Marissa’s eyes got a little watery. She knew the pain she was going through, and although she wanted to talk about it with Patrick she also didn’t want the painful reminders that she was ‘second best’ in her husband’s heart.
“I’m sorry Marissa, I didn’t mean to upset you. I care about you so much, you have no idea.”
“I care about you too, that’s why I’m here. Do you still think about me? Do you still think about me like you used to?” she asked.
“Everyday. Almost all the time. You’re it for me. If I had you I wouldn’t need anyone else. Ever.” Patrick responded.
Marissa smiled. She needed the compliment. She needed to feel attractive again.
Just then Patrick grabbed her bar stool and pulled her closer to him. Marissa’s heart raced. It had startled her, but she also knew what was going to happen. Her internal dialogue was out of control. Most of her was wanting to let Patrick do what he pleased, but a small part of her felt she needed to stop and go back home to her husband.
Patrick put his hands on her thighs and slid them to her ass as he pulled her little more forward.
“Do you know how bad I crave you Marissa? I can’t think straight for days after I talk to you. You make my heart pound, my mouth water, my dick hard.” Patrick then grabbed Marissa’s hand at placed over his crotch as he stared in her eyes. She ran her hand over his dick examining his hardness.
She then took her hand off and tried to slide back.
“I don’t know Patrick, I don’t think we should do this. I don’t want to cause any problems for you.”
Patrick grabbed her by the belt buckle preventing her from sliding back.
“Do you want to go home with a man who wants you to be his wife, and makes love to you, kisses you, touches you and fucks you like he never wants to let you go, or go home to the same guy who doesn’t want you to be his wife and doesn’t please you like you deserve?” he asked.
He ran his fingers down her cheek, then pulled her head forward to kiss. As their lips met Patrick could feel his dick start to throb. It had been years since they first met. Now, finally, he was kissing his dream girl. He could feel her soft wet slips, and even softer tongue on his. Her mouth still tasting like spearmint despite the beer and shot they just drank together. Goosebumps ran up her arm as he passionately made out with her. As he pulled back he gently sucked on her bottom lip.
He stopped to come up for air and whispered to her “I need you. I need you so bad Marissa. I need you. God I need you so much.”
Marissa was in a daze. She had expected this, but experiencing it was far more intense than what she could ever have imagined. Her hand was still on his crotch and she could feel his dick pulsing, as if it were screaming to get out of his pants and get anywhere close to her. Her husband, Martin, struggled to gain an erection with her and when he did it was never anywhere firm like this. Patrick’s seemed to have it’s own heartbeat.
Marissa struggled with her conscious. Should she stay faithful to a man who was already unfaithful with her, or be with the man who truly, deeply, wanted and needed her in this moment and who was obviously proving it. She opened her eyes and looked at him. His stare was intense, he was massaging her upper thighs with his hands and letting his thumbs inch closer to her pussy with each rub.
“Are you sure you want me Patrick? I don’t think I can keep myself from you. But, I need love, not a rebound. You know how damaged I am, I don’t want to put you in anything you don’t want to be in.” Marissa said.
Just then Patrick stood up, grabbed Marissa by the hand gently.
“I want you. I need you. I’m going to make love to you, then I’m going to fuck you, then I’m going to make love to you again. You’re not going anywhere tonight until I kiss, lick and suck every part of your body. Come on baby, let’s go”.
Patrick pulled Marissa with him. She followed closely behind him, nervous, but smiling. Three months without sex is a long time. Being cheated on hurt. But, she trusted Patrick. She knew this wouldn’t be a fling, and even if it were she wouldn’t mind it anymore.
Once outside Patrick hailed a taxi. He opened the door for Marissa and helped her in, something Martin wouldn’t do. He was too self-centered and ignorant of how to treat Marissa. Patrick was friendly with the cab driver, but quick to the point. As soon as he gave his address he turned back to Marissa and pulled her close to him.
He took pleasure in her kisses. Rather, he took pleasure in everything about. He loved her soft skin, how the lip gloss she had worn tasted, the little hole in her jeans that he could sneak his fingers into and feel the soft skin of her upper thigh.
Marissa was enjoying the fact that another man was so strongly aroused by her, and that he wasn’t a stranger but rather one of her best guy friends who was now about to become something much more. His stubble scratched her face lightly as he kissed her. She didn’t mind one bit, for a strange reason it made her feel more connected to him.
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Being in the taxi Marissa thought that Patrick would behave, she was wrong. His hands ran up her inner thigh and rubbed her pussy. While the feeling was great she was becoming wet and feared she may even soak through her jeans.
“Patrick,” she whispered in lust “don’t, wait, oh, baby...just wait, wait until he get to your place.”
It seemed as if Patrick heard none of it. His head was now on the side of her neck and his mouth sucking on her earlobe, pulling some of her earring with it. He had been so close to her that now he was pushing her up against the back seat door to where she was almost laying down.
Finally she pushed him off and smiled “Okay, okay, just wait. Wow. I think I need to breathe for a second.”
“I’m so sorry, I’m sure this isn’t what you expected” she said to the elderly cab driver.
The cab driver just laughed it off.
Patrick was in full lust mode. He pulled Marissa back close to him and began to whisper in her ear “I’m ready to put my mouth all over you. I want to feel you so bad. You make me crazy. I’ll do anything for you.”
He grabbed Marissa’s hand put it back over his dick and motioned for her to rub. He then shoved his tongue back in her mouth. She squeezed his cock as he kissed her. She was slightly confused about his size. Could it be his jeans that made it feel so thick, or was there a large penis in his pants that was going to find her way to her pussy?
Her thoughts were interrupted with his kisses. She was growing impatient of having her clothes on. She was ready to have his dick in her hand, his fingers in her pussy and her tit in his mouth.
He began to rub on her pussy through her jeans again. This time more forcefully. The friction was almost unbearable. That coupled with the feeling of having a hard dick pressed against his jeans and her hand as well his tongue finding every centimeter of her neck and ear inched her closer to an orgasm.
Then, without any further waiting she began a low, long climax.
“Patrick” she yelped.
“Please don’t stop!” She whispered.
As if she had to ask that. He was relentless and the sounds and movement of her cumming only provoked him further.
Her hips writhed to the motion of his hands, any thoughts, pains, insecurities or depression was drifting away. Her climax left her knees weak and legs trembling.
Almost at the wrong time. The cab had just pulled into Patrick’s driveway. Patrick pulled away and conversed with the cab driver as he paid for the fare. Marissa remained reclined against the door, trying to come back down to Earth from her orgasm.
She hadn’t even gotten naked yet. They hadn’t even fucked and he gave her something she hadn’t had during marriage. She was grateful to finally be at his house. She had to compose herself to get out of the cab. She was slightly dizzy and felt weakness in her legs, especially her inner thighs as she walked to his front door.
He fumbled with the keys trying to get the door open while she kept trying to catch her breath. Her hair was already slightly messed up, her face flush, her heart racing. Standing behind him as he unlocked the door she put her arms around him and then reached down, feeling that his dick was still hard, still pulsating.
He got the door open finally, pulled her in with him, then practically slammed it shut. He faced her, grabbed her by the ass and pulled him up to her. His kisses were very passionate, deep, thorough, and as if that’s what he wanted more than her sex. He moved forward pressed her against the wall roughly. She wrapped her legs around him.
“I want you to be mine Marissa. I want you, I need you, I love more than anything in this world” he kept repeating to her.
He then spun her around and laid her on the couch. Marissa tried to slow her breathing but it was useless as she watched Patrick push her legs apart and kneel before her. He undid her belt, released the button to her jeans and unzipped her zipper. With one swift pull he yanked her jeans down around her ankles. He struggled for a few brief seconds trying to get her jeans off but he boots were blocking them from coming off all the way. He gave up and focused his attention on her thin panties. Not wanting to waste anymore time he aggressively tore them off, completely ruining them, and tossed them in the corner.
Now, Marissa’s freshly shaven pussy was free, only inches from his mouth. He looked up at Marissa who between breaths would open her eyes to look at him and said to her “I’m not stopping until you cum all over my mouth Marissa.”
He then leaned forward and placed the tip of his tongue right on the hood of her clitoris, licking around it and under it until he eventually found her special spot. He kissed and licked her pussy, moving his tongue in a circular motion. Marissa’s feet were high up in the air and the sensations made her legs move as if she were trying to walk on the ceiling.
Patrick sensed she was nearing her orgasm and kept his rhythm and pace. He knew if he changed anything it may throw her off her course to cumming. He kept his mouth right over her pussy and continued licking and kissing.
Marissa could take it no more, “Oh, Patrick, Oh I’m cumming, ohhhhhh” she let off. He maintained everything until he was finished. He could feel her juices running down his cheek. The sound of her cumming, the feel of her pussy on his face, the taste of her was almost unbearable. He wanted to cum in his jeans right then and there.
He pulled back and then began lapping up her cum. He took full licks of her pussy pushing his tongue in deeper and deeper each time. As he licked he would gently suck on her clit as he pulled back. He took one second to pause, went up to Marissa’s neck and kissed her, then whispered in her ear “You taste so good Marissa”.
She smiled, grabbed him by the cheek and pulled him to her to kiss him. The taste of her own juices on his lips and the thought of him enjoying it more than stimulated her. As she kissed she reached for his belt, unbuckling it and taking his jeans off. She struggled slightly getting his large, rock hard cock out from his boxers. When she did, she was slightly stunned.
Her friend Patrick had always had her eye. He was very attractive, tall, slender, muscular. But she didn’t think he was the type of guy to have a huge penis. He was too nice. Too caring, too passionate.
She figured assholes like Martin would have the big penises. Afterall, he wasn’t the type to think of anyone other than himself. But he of all people disappointed with a smaller than average penis. Now, Marissa had this man in her hand that she knew as Patrick. And judging by the state of his erection he was ready for her.
She leaned forward to take him into her mouth. “No baby, not yet. Not yet” he said. He then pulled her up off the couch and onto her feet. She struggled not to trip as her jeans were still caught around her ankles and her boots weren’t off. Patrick held her and kept her balance as he moved toward the couch to sit down.
Marissa was standing, her ass facing him. He leaned forward and kissed each of her soft ass cheeks, then licked up and down her crack tonguing her asshole each time.
Patrick grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down towards him. He was sitting back on the couch and wanted to take her from behind. Marissa grabbed his dick and aimed him towards her pussy as he pulled her ass down slowly onto his throbbing cock.
As the head of his dick pushed up against her lips Marissa hesitated. She could already feel the stretching and he hadn’t even entered her yet. This was her last chance to pull away. To go home to the asshole of her husband.
Those thoughts took a mere micro-second to disappear as he pushed his hips up off the couch and shoved the head of his dick into her.
“Ohhhhhh” Marissa said it in a low growl. He kept entering her, inch after inch. His hands came off of her ass and reached around to grab her by her tits. He pulled her back until she was lying back against him. Her back was resting against his chest. His lips were right at her ear and neck. One hand remained on her tit, rolling her nipple in his hand, the other found its way down to her clit and began rubbing it.
She could tell that he still had more cock to put into her, but he pa
used at this time and started thrusting his dick in and out. She reached down and was shocked when she felt that he hadn’t even entered her halfway yet. His pace quickened. Marissa was having trouble breathing. His breath was on her neck, her nipple was stinging from him rolling it and pinching it with his fingers. Her right hand was on top of his as he stroked her clit, her other hand was feeling his now wet penis pump in and out of her.
“Baby, I love you. I love you Marissa. I want you. I want you to be mine. I want you to be my wife. I want you to give me a baby” he whispered in her ear.
This was too much for her. It began to set off intense ripples throughout her body. Her rhythm was lost and she began almost convulsing over his dick. Just as she went into climax he moved his hands away from her clit and pussy reached down to her inner-thighs giving it a good squeeze. Marissa’s hands took over for Patrick and she began rubbing her clit furiously and pinching her own nipple. Just as she was coming down from her high she felt Patrick’s cock start to twitch. Then, without warning, he pushed almost all the way into her.
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