by Iris Parker
“Want a hand?” I said with a wink.
“No,” she blurted out, her cheeks turning a gorgeous shade of crimson before vanishing into her bedroom.
“Want some coffee?” she called a minute later, darting from her room into the kitchen. I got up to follow, and found her busying herself around the coffee maker. The breath caught in my throat as I looked her over.
I’d imagined that she was going to put on something informal, like pajamas or a t-shirt, but I had been wrong. Her petite figure was framed in a spaghetti strap tank top, its V-neck once again hinting at delicious curves. Below that, she was sporting a stylish pair of dress shorts that highlighted her toned legs.
“Did you take off your bra?” I asked, entranced by the clear outline of her nipples jutting out next to the plunging neckline of her shirt.
“No,” she said again.
“Liar.”
“I wasn’t wearing one in the first place. There was no room under that dress for anything but me, sweetie,” she said, tilting her head up to look me straight on.
My cock and my heart both somersaulted at the same time, animal instinct telling me to run forward and claim her now.
“Coffee?” she repeated, and I managed to beat down the primal urges flowing through me.
“You’re hooked on coffee, young lady,” I observed.
“No I’m not,” she said, betraying how on-edge she was as she spun back towards the counter. I could see tight knots of muscle building beneath the strings of her top.
“I think you are,” I said, stepping forward and putting my hands on her shoulders, massaging the tension from her body. Gently pulling her to face me once again, I placed a hand beneath her chin and ran my thumb across her trembling lips. Her beautiful eyes were locked onto mine, and her mouth was hanging open just slightly.
“I know hooked when I see it,” I said as she took short, gasping breaths. Her green eyes were like two emeralds, sparkling and staring straight into my soul. “Trust me. I’ve been hooked on you from the moment we met.”
She took a sharp, shocked inhale as I leaned in closer, before she could process my words further. My heart was threatening to burst in my chest as I backed her up against the counter, her body once again pressed snugly against mine. My mouth descended onto hers with a fierceness that I could only just barely control, reveling in the taste of strawberry and alcohol on her lips. My tongue stroked hers, and I imagined I could feel her nipples jutting into my chest.
I wanted more, so much more.
I wanted to taste her, to make her scream with an exploding climax.
I wanted relief from the age-old pressure in my head and in my groin.
I wanted to feel her squirm below me, my thickness filling her completely.
I wanted a lover who would still look like her when the lights were on.
I wanted to feel her.
I wanted her.
My hand ran up the curves of her leg and hip, grabbing her backside as she moaned into my mouth. She felt delicious in my arms as I was able, finally, to claim full access to the body that had been taunting me for my entire adult life.
I circled her body with my hand, moving forward to unbutton her shorts. Once they were loose, I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her from the counter, allowing them to fall loose as she moaned wildly against my lips.
It was the last encouragement I needed.
Setting her back onto the counter, my hand sneaked its way between her legs. My fingers grazed over her silk panties before burrowing beneath the elastic barrier that held them in place. I made contact with her delicate flesh, discovering her secrets. She was warm and wet, more than ready, and I could see the trembling in her eyes as our tongues entwined together.
Stroking along the moist curves, I caressed her hidden bundle of nerves and sent electric spasms across her body. Her lips broke contact with mine as she tossed her head back, moaning in a low sultry voice that ran along my spine, from my head to my cock. Leaning forward, I moved my mouth down to the delicate expanse of her neck, even as my fingers continued to explore the seam of her sex.
“Simon, please…” she whispered as I brushed along her collarbone, nibbling and tickling with the emergent stubble that had grown since this afternoon.
“What do you want?” I asked heavily.
“I don’t know,” she said softly, her words rushed and just barely audible over the sound of my racing heart.
“Speak up,” I insisted, sliding the very tip of my finger deeper into her waiting sex for an instant before pulling back out.
“You,” she said with a moan. “I want you, Simon.”
Slipping my finger inside once more, her nails dug into my back as her body spasmed uncontrollably. I plunged another forward, and I could feel her warm and wet walls pulsating all around me as I teased around her most sensitive area with my thumb. When I grazed over it a moment later, she lowered her face into my shoulder and half-moaned, half-sobbed.
“Look at me, Emilia,” I instructed. She raised her head and stared into my eyes, her expression conveying just as much lust and yearning as I felt. I lowered my mouth onto hers, stroking her tongue in rhythm with my thumb tracing circles around her clit. Her soft moans resonated into my soul, my whole body rocking with shivers.
As much as I wanted to let go completely, I couldn’t. The desperate, almost-haunted look on her face gave me pause, and I hated myself as I broke our kiss and lifted my head from her invitingly warm lips.
“Are we making a terrible mistake here, Em?” I asked, screaming at myself in frustration as I spoke. Her eyes scanned my face with an air of intense shock, and I could feel the sexual tension trickling from her body just as fast as it had come upon us.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to call Robert ‘dad.’
But, at least he’s making an effort now, and it’s not like I can get another one.
I promised him I’d try to visit for Christmas, and I did try.
I sat in my car for two hours, wishing I’d brought some vodka or something.
Then she pulled in, and I knew it was all a terrible mistake.
Maybe next year.
“Tell me that was a bad joke,” I said, my dry throat struggling to form the words. My brain was thick and foggy, making it hard to focus. I had misheard him. It was the only explanation.
How could he be thinking of stopping now?
How could he be thinking at all?
I sure wasn’t.
“Our past is painful enough, is this going to make things harder for you?” he explained, and I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to control his breathing. I looked up at him, trying to think past the hurt that had seized my heart suddenly.
The desperate, haunted look on his face spoke volumes. This was a man who was striving to make amends, not a callous bastard intent on taking what he wanted. And he did want me, I realized, feeling the rock-hard outline of his cock pressing into my stomach just as it had on the dance floor.
I took a deep breath, the fear of betrayal and rejection draining from my body in an instant.
“If you stop now,” I explained very slowly, placing my hand behind the nape of his neck and gently pulling as I spoke. “I am not responsible for your safety around me.”
Simon chuckled, his face lighting up even as I dragged him back down onto my mouth.
His fingers stayed inside of me, sliding back and forth gently while he caressed my clit with a steady, consistent rhythm. I put a hand on the bulge of his cock, reveling in the thickness and length that I could feel beneath the fabric. Within seconds, all coherent thought threatened to flee from my mind as he skillfully worked me towards an intense climax.
“Don’t, not yet. I need you inside of me first. I need to belong to you,” I whimpered. I wasn’t sure where the feeling had come from, but it was too overwhelming to ignore. His eyes darkened as he pulled me off the counter, my knees immediately buckling and sending me crashing into his
solid chest.
I was panting as he withdrew long enough to pull my panties down, sending them to the floor. Steadying me back against the counter, he removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants, allowing them to fall freely. I looked down to see the head of his cock peeking out of the side of his underwear, the length of his manhood unable to be contained.
Hungrily, I yanked the garment off, and just like that we were both half naked.
The good half.
His cock was gloriously large, sending a shiver of anticipation throughout my body as I wondered how it would feel pushing into me. He was hard, impossibly hard, with the veins that ran down his length looking as if they were going to pop out from the strain. I reached down and caressed it with my fingers, feeling him shudder. Behind me, I heard his free hand slamming onto the counter for support.
“I’ve been wanting you for so long that you could make me come by breathing on my cock,” he said heavily. “Go slow, or I won’t be able to hold on for very long.”
A perverse urge to test his theory ran through me, but I couldn’t bring myself to letting go of his beautiful rod. It stayed in my hand, skin shifting beneath my palm as I stroked up and down. He moaned, his hand flying from the counter and onto my ass as he fondled me with a low growl.
An instant later I was in his arms, and he once again sat me onto the counter. He took a step back, pulling free from my grasp on his shaft, and I looked at him with pouty eyes. Before I could ask what the idea was, he bent down to his pants and pulled something from his pocket.
The only thing sexier than Simon Ferguson holding a condom is watching Simon Ferguson struggling to open a condom, his fingers still slick with my excitement. I spread my legs open a little, watching with rapt fascination as his eyes shot between me and the wrapper. Eventually, his powerful hands got a grip on the slippery foil, pulling the protection free from its insidious packaging.
Working the thin silicone membrane down his erection, he positioned himself directly in front of me. I trembled, barely able to wait to feel him inside of me. Scooting forward a little, I reached down and lewdly held my lips open for him.
“God, look at you Emilia,” he said, his voice so deep and raspy that it was almost unrecognizable.
With that, he placed himself at my entrance and, not breaking eye contact for a second, he began to fill me with his girth. He moved slowly, giving me time to acclimate to his size even as I struggled not to bounce off the counter and impale myself on his full length.
He continued to slide forward, stretching me inch by inch. Even before he had gone all the way in, I was already more filled than ever I’d been in my life.
More filled, and more fulfilled. Ecstasy gripped my soul, blood rushing to my head and happiness singing in my ears.
Finally, I was his.
Today, I made the national team.
Today, she graduated.
Funny coincidence.
Funny that I’m almost happier for her than I am for me.
I wish I could congratulate her, or tell her my news.
Finally, she was mine.
Beneath me, around me. Her legs wrapped across my ass, her wetness surrounding me and inviting me with its snug warmth. No matter how many games I’d won or how many millions I’d made, this was easily the most satisfying moment of my entire life.
She looked amazing, and felt even better than that.
“Emilia,” I said, my eyes rolling back as I buried my face into the nook of her shoulder, nibbling her earlobe. I pulled back just long enough to grab her shirt, yanking it off in one motion and throwing it behind me. I stared at her chest, entranced by her curves. I’d been able to make them out beneath her clothes many times, but it was nothing compared to this. I could see every detail.
Her pale, purple areolas surrounding two perfect erect nipples.
Her creamy skin.
On the underside of her right breast, a small freckle. I’d had no idea it was there, and the intimacy of discovering it sent a powerful pulse through my cock that almost made me lose control.
“Fuck,” I said, rushing forward and taking one of the nipples into my mouth. I teased it with my teeth a little, alternating pleasure and pain as I licked, sucked, and nibbled. She felt as hard as I was, and she moaned in protest as I withdrew and moved to the other side.
She was pleading for me to stop, and I could tell from her tone that she was on the edge. I’d been close to a climax from the moment she touched me, and now she was ready as well.
As much as I wanted this to last forever, I wanted to feel her body spasming around me as she came. I’d been waiting for ten years, and every second of maintaining composure was a struggle.
I wanted us to come, tonight and every other night for the rest of our lives.
Sliding my hand between our bodies, I found her clit once again. Swollen and slippery, it was exposed to me and my probing fingers.
“Simon, please…” she moaned into my chest, her hands mauling my back as I stroked her with my thumb. I moved in rhythm with the hard thrusting of my hips, careful not to apply too much pressure as I danced my way around her sensitive flesh.
It didn’t take long. After just a few thrusts, I felt her tensing beneath me. Emilia arched her back, letting out a primal, throaty moan that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. She flexed her neck, plunging her eyes into mine before squeezing them shut, running her nails down my chest as sexual ecstasy overtook her body.
I didn’t dare move an inch as wave after wave of release crashed over her, spasms massaging my cock as I admired her beauty. When she finally came to her senses and flashed me the delicious, naughty smile of a satiated woman, it took all my strength to not plow her like a maniac right then and there.
I was glad I waited, because she had other ideas in mind. Locking her eyes onto mine, she sent me a mischievous look. Then, with deliberate, perverse sexual decisiveness, she began to gyrate her hips as well as she could from beneath me, working herself up and down my cock in small, excruciating movements. She put her whole body into it, her legs still wrapped tightly around me as she supported herself on her trembling wrists.
I remained still as long as I could, closing my eyes to avoid falling over the edge just from the wanton look in the eyes of the woman I’d lusted after for years. My resolve was short-lived, and with a low growl I bent forward while she slid beneath me. I covered her mouth with mine, tasting once more the sweet strawberry margarita on her breath. Opening my eyes and locking them onto hers, I pushed myself deep inside with one long, hard thrust.
I groaned, my teeth brushing against hers as the strongest climax of my life took me with the force of a landslide. A tornado of desire and pleasure and fulfillment blew through my body as I exploded inside her, claiming her utterly.
Mine.
Another empty, lonely night.
Wondering what she’s up to.
Wondering if she’s turning out okay.
In spite of what I did.
“Sorry” is never going to be enough.
I could feel Simon’s heart beating against my chest, a sheen of perspiration over his flushed skin. My own heartbeat fell into sync with his, my hand running along his back. I remembered the feeling of my fingernails digging straight into the hard ridges of his shoulder blades while he worked himself into me, making me feel more feminine than any man before had ever accomplished.
I wanted to feast on his body more, ravenous to continue this all night. My body wasn’t up for the task however, an intense feeling of tiredness washing across me. I looked into his eyes and saw fatigue there, too.
“Let’s go to bed,” we both said at the same time.
Nodding, he picked me up and, before I could protest, carried me into my bedroom. Pulling the sheets back with one hand while I perched in his other arm, he gently placed me over the mattress and tucked me in.
“You’re not leaving, are you?” I asked, suddenly alarmed.
“Of course not,” he whispered,
discarding the condom before climbing into the other side.
I scooted up towards him and he wrapped his arms around me, playing the big spoon. His masculine presence was warm and loving, and I snuggled happily beneath his large body. My bed actually felt comfortable for once, something that I hadn’t experienced in many years.
Not that I expected to sleep. Nights were always hard for me, plagued by old demons and perpetual new worries. Since I’d just blissfully given way to temptation and slept with one of those old demons, I doubted very much that I would get any rest at all tonight.
He wasn’t the same man, I knew. He was caring, patient, and dignified. He had come here to make things right, and succeeded beyond all expectations. At the same time, he was the same man, physically at least. Even though he had changed, the fact remained that he had once deliberately destroyed my reputation, an act that had made my life hell until I’d been able to move away for college.
So, yeah. Maybe sleeping with him hadn’t been my smartest move, all things considered.
Even though it had felt amazing.
Even though his arms around me right now felt amazing, too.
His heart was beating against my back, his mouth trailing gentle kisses behind my shoulders.
I shivered, fulfilled despite my misgivings.
Closing my eyes, I waited for the inevitable worries to begin.
And for once, they never did.
Dumb.
Flat-chested.
Cocksucker.
I want everyone to hate me.
I want her to hate me.
After tonight, she will.
I woke up in the darkness of a strange room, my heart beating away in my chest. It didn’t take me long to recover my senses, the familiar scent of Emilia’s skin rushing into my nostrils and bringing with it a flood of images and memories.
Emilia’s legs spread beneath me.
The sensual arch of her neck as she came all around me with a thunderous moan.
