Strong Enough

by Teresa Hill

  The repetitive motion of his tongue licking and sucking and the pumping of his fingers have me to the brink. My hands grip his hair holding him in place not wanting him to stop. I can feel the urge, the need to release and I want it so bad. My legs shake as I thrash beneath him resisting what my body wants because I don’t want the feeling to end. His efforts don’t let up and I can’t hold back anymore.

  “Yes, oh god, yes please don’t stop.” Echoes in the room.

  Hearing my pleasure encourages him. My breath labored and my body stiff, he brings me to that beautiful place, my body writhing against his face. “Yes Yes!” My moans and voice carrying throughout the house. My back arches up as my hands drop to the sheets. Fists clenching, eyes squeezed shut, pulling at the covers my body explodes. “OH MY GOD YES, DON”T STOP.” Over and over my body pushes further and further into ecstasy. His tongue and fingers slow until he retreats and my hands release from the covers.

  His lips kiss my stomach as he inches his way up my body and I work to gather myself. My hands slide around his shoulders as he continues to kiss my body. I lower my hands to his hips and work at pushing his pants down his legs. Not able to reach all the way with my hands, I hook my heel in them and work them down with his help.

  His hard body is over me as he presses his hips down into me with his hard cock pressing up against my center. Damn underwear is all I can think.

  “Think you need to lose these,” I say pulling at the waistband teasingly, his reply simply the sexiest of crooked smiles.

  Our lips meet and the passion ensues. I get the same feeling of wanting to devour him, pulling myself as close to him as I can get. He reaches behind my back and unclasps my bra lowering me to remove it.

  I lay looking up at him completely naked. His tongue snakes around his lips as his hand begins to knead and pull at my breast. He leans down until his mouth takes my nipple while the other hand still massages my breast. His tongue drawing circles around my nipple in between the sucking.

  His intensity increases as he bites down on my nipple hard enough to make me gasp from the painful pleasure. His massaging of my breast intensifies and he tugs at my hard nipple. I can’t hold back the moans of satisfaction.

  Breaking away from me he whispers in my ear, “I want you Reece, I want you right now.” Like a firecracker my body is popping with anticipation and I answer with a hungry kiss.

  Reaching down I grab a hold of the waistband to his boxer briefs and tug trying not to break our connection as he springs free and moves against me. My body reacts pushing my hips forward against him as I reach down wrapping my hand around his thick hard cock.

  “Hold on, baby,” Zane whispers as he produces a foil packet from the nightstand. He kisses my lips softly before he places the wrapper in my mouth and I instinctively grasp it in my teeth, helping him to tear it open. With quick efficiency, he sheaths himself and resumes brushes his cock up and down against my folds feeling how wet I have become. The teasing is intense and the wait needs to end as I push into him so he knows I want it.

  He takes over and brushes it up and down against my folds feeling how wet I have become. The teasing is intense and the wait needs to end as I push into him, so he knows I want it.

  He is staring down at me towering over in dominance. Thrusting his hips forward he pushes in just a little and I gasp. My walls are tight so he eases in slowly stretching me to fit him. Each push is full of pleasure and pain until he is completely inside me. I clench around him and he lets out a moan of his own.

  He works me with my juices creating the lubrication for his movement. Holding my hips up, he lifts my leg and rests it on his shoulder as he pumps in and out. His face showing his enjoyment and I begin to feel the pressure building.

  Pulling out he looks down at me. “Get on your knees,” he orders, his dominance so sexy.

  I pull my left leg off his shoulder and cross it in front of his face twisting my body, pulling my right knee underneath myself and sliding it over to straddle him placing me on all fours. My ass facing him, up in the air, he rubs my cheek softly for a minute. SMACK! His hand connects with the same spot he was rubbing and I let out a gasp of excitement. His hand moves to the other cheek and rubs in circles until his hand comes down on it too. The spankings are not painful but filled with pleasure. I never knew it could bring such arousal, but I find myself wanting him to do it again.

  He grabs my hips and pulls me on his already waiting hard cock. One swift push while holding me against him, he pushes deeper into me until he pulls out. Pushing back in I squeeze around him, release and squeeze again. His fingers dig into my hips as his head drops back and he pulls me tightly thrusting deeper. Our breathing increases, labored with each push, as I rock against him until we are both panting as he moves in and out. One hand releases from my hip as he spanks me with a slightly cupped hand dropping me to my forearms and angling my ass upward. His cock reaches a new point inside me. My breath hitches from the pleasure and I choke back air as his movement doesn’t stop and he hits the same spot over and over looking to make me cum.

  “Oh my god,” I let loose when he hits the target again. My pussy swells from pleasure and I clench his cock with every thrust encouraging him not to stop.

  His hand back on my hip, he does just want I want. I can’t hold back anymore as I am ready to erupt.

  “That’s it baby. I can feel it coming. Cum with me, cum all over my cock baby.”

  One more slap on my ass as he pushes deep and I let go allowing all of me to release. “Oh my god yes!” I yell out. He stills behind me, still inside and holding me close.

  He waits a minute before he starts to slowly pull out and the movement makes me tremble with pleasure until he is all the way out. I collapse on my stomach, eyes closed with arms and legs spread out. The bed shifts beneath me as he crawls off the bed. The door to the bathroom closes and I roll over on my side facing away from it and pull the covers up over my naked body.

  Lying here I take inventory of the room. It’s large much like the rest of the house with dark wood floors and what looks like gray walls trimmed in white molding. Three large windows, draped in white curtains and dark gray shut out shades, make up one side of the room. Beside the king size bed there is a leather sofa and chair in one area of the room and a large chest in front of the bed with a large TV. No pictures or decorations or anything personal. It seems stark and cold. The door to the bathroom opens and the light shines into the room. His shadow cast on the wall as he stands in the doorway naked with one arm raised above his head leaning against the door jam and stares his expression relaxed.

  “What?” I ask self-conscious and wondering if I should have gotten up and gotten dressed, so I sit up holding the covers to my chest as I look for my bra.

  “Where you going?” His voice confused.

  “Looking for my bra, you’re looking at me like I should have gotten dressed, sorry I didn’t realize…”

  Pushing off the door, he walks the few feet to the bed lifting the covers he crawls in as I am still searching for my damn bra. His hand rests on the small of my back.

  “Reece, sweetheart, stop.”

  I shift to look at him confused. “What then?”

  “I was looking at you thinking how beautiful you looked in my bed, and how I hope it’s not the last time.” His words sincere.

  A lump forms in my throat. This is all so new and outside of what I am comfortable with. He wants me around? He says that now, but he will change his mind. He doesn’t know about the dark side yet. The part of me that makes all of them leave. I need to look at this for just what it is. It was sex, plain and simple, nothing more.

  I resume my search for my bra only to be stopped again. “Reece, listen, please stay.” He waits for me to respond. Instead, I scoot closer to the edge of the bed thinking my bra fell to the floor. Before I can scoot out from under the covers, his arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me back and down under him.

  “Zane, I….”

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p; Holding himself over me he doesn’t give me an opportunity to talk as his lips kiss mine. I melt beneath him. His lips leave mine “Stay Reece, don’t go.”

  Staring into his big brown eyes I can see he’s being sincere and I give in and offer a single nod.

  Smiling he falls next to me on his side and pulls me close holding me across my stomach. Our bodies mold together and it feels natural, a place I was meant to be.

  Chapter 16

  The sun breaks through the window curtains casting light on the bed. Last night feels like a dream, if it wasn’t for the rock of a man draped over me right now I would be inclined to think it was. His head rests on my stomach a peaceful look on his face. Unable to resist, I trail my fingers through his jet black hair. He stirs and his hand moves and is clutching my waist.

  “Good morning Beautiful,” he says not moving from his position on my stomach.

  “Good morning to you too,” I respond sliding my hand out of his hair and down the center of his back lightly scratching as I go.

  “You know a guy can get used to waking up to you, especially if it comes with you scratching my back,” he says with a laugh when I playfully slap his back.

  “You hungry?” He asks rolling off my stomach and sitting up with his feet hanging off the bed.

  Eyeing the muscles down his back as he stretches, he stands and the covers fall to the bed giving me the best view of his perfectly round, tight ass. I gasp slightly at the sight and he peers over his shoulder and winks at me as he walks to the bathroom.

  “You know a girl could get used to waking up next to you too, especially if that’s the view I get in the morning,” I yell after hearing him laugh to himself before he closes the bathroom door.

  The bathroom door opens a few minutes later and he sees me standing wrapped in the top sheet of the bed sitting at the foot of the bed.

  “What’s wrong,” his voice a bit nervous.

  At the end of my finger hangs my lace black panties, well what were my panties.

  His laugh is contagious as I find myself laughing too.

  “Awww sweetheart I’m sorry. They were, well in the way. I’ll get you some new ones,” he says walking toward the bed. “Actually I take that back, just don’t wear any around me, makes life so much easier.” He winks and I roll my eyes.

  Strolling his naked body into his closet he re-emerges in a pair of dark gray basketball shorts that hang low on his hips allowing that beautiful V to show and to my delight still no shirt.

  “I still can’t find my bra.” My blue eyes fluttering to convince him to help me look.

  He tucks my hair behind my ears and kisses my forehead. “I’ll find it, go wash up and I’ll start breakfast.”

  Realizing I don’t have anything with me to change into he turns and walks back into his closet this time returning with a t-shirt and sweats and puts them on the counter in the bathroom. I shuffle in behind him in time to see him pull a new packaged toothbrush out of a drawer and toothpaste down from his medicine cabinet.

  “Thank you,” my words a whisper as I kiss his shoulder when he scoots past me and shuts the door.

  Walking down the hall the aroma of bacon fills the air and my mouth begins to water. In the kitchen he is still shirtless thank god and at the stove with his back to me. The sounds of Ryan Adams plays overhead eliminating any dead silence but allowing me the quiet step to walk up behind him.

  Slipping my hands around his waist I lay my head on his back and breathe a sigh of ease. His hand rubbing mine. “Breakfast is ready sit down I’ll bring it to you.”

  I kiss his back and turn to take a stool at the bar where he has already put out coffee and a small glass of orange juice. Taking a sip of the coffee I nearly choke as he places a plate in front of me with a beautiful omelet of spinach and mushrooms topped with a sprinkle of cheese, diced tomatoes and accompanied with crispy bacon. I have never seen breakfast look so delicious.

  “I didn’t know you cooked,” I offer my eyes wide with delight.

  “There is a lot you don’t know about me Reece, but I hope that will change,” he finishes as he takes a seat next to me.

  The first bite was heaven, fluffy and tasty. Good god someone really could get use to this!

  We eat in silence mainly because I am too busy shoveling the amazing food into my mouth. Finishing up, I stand to take my plate to the sink to wash it.

  Feeding himself the last of the food off his plate. “Just leave it sweetheart, it will be taken care of.”

  “You cooked, I’ll clean, that’s how I was raised.” Lending to my first reference of my childhood.

  He nods knowing not to question me. The dishes are minimal as it takes me only a few minutes to wash and dry by hand.

  “You could have just put them in the dishwasher,” he teases standing behind me leaning in to kiss my cheek.

  “You have a dishwasher?” I joke and he laughs and walks away.

  Not sure where he walked off to I yell out, “Zane, I hate to sex, eat and dash but I really need to get home. I have a workout in a few hours and I work tonight. Could you give me a ride?” I pause waiting for an answer.

  He turns from around the corner with flip flops on and my heels in hand.

  “Ready?” He asks walking toward the door.

  “Well hell, that was fast. Could have at least made it seem like you didn’t want me to leave.” Irritation in my voice.

  He laughs softly. “Reece, I heard you yell that you needed to go. I was already in the bedroom and slipped on my flip flops and grabbed your shoes. Of course I don’t want you to leave but I understand that you have things you need to do and well, I won’t stand in the way. So it was just timing sweetheart not me pushing you out the door.”

  “Oh, yeah I knew that.” My smile a little on the sheepish side.

  He is holding the door open for me and gestures in a bowing motion for me to follow. As I walk past him my fingers run across his bare chest and I lean up and run my lips across his in passing.

  Stepping down the first step into the garage I am suddenly air born. “OH MY GOD” I yell out as Zane’s arms scoop me up and cradle me close.

  I wrap my arms around his neck as my feet dangle over his arm. “You do know I am capable of walking right?” I tease as my hands lock behind his head and I stare into his eyes.

  “You might be capable, but I don’t want to pass up an opportunity to hold you close.” His words dripping with charm as he walks the few feet to the car.

  Placing me on my feet in front of the passenger side door, he reaches out and opens it just like a gentleman and waits till I buckle in before closing the door. I can’t help but sit in my seat beaming with happiness. I never thought I could be so happy, yet I wonder when it will all end.

  Zane pulls the car into my apartment complex. Just as he had promised my car was parked in the front row and no damage, and a sign of relief escapes me. “Told you I would take care of it sweetheart.” I smile to show my thanks.

  The car comes to a stop as he puts it in park. I don’t move to get out right away but instead turn to face him in my seat.

  “I just want to say thank you. Last night, all of it, I haven’t felt that good, that wanted, well, ever.” My head hung from embarrassment.

  His hand cups my face as his thumb caresses my cheek. “Reece, don’t ever say thank you for what we shared last night. You deserve to be treated with love and care, and yes I did and do want you. I wouldn’t have waited this long and come this far if I didn’t,” he finishes kissing my lips tenderly.

  His comment surprises me, waited this long, come this far? Hell was I that much of a challenge?

  I tug at my bottom lip chewing on it contemplating what to say. His thumb and forefinger pull on my chin so I release my lip.

  “Come on, let’s get you upstairs. I know you have a lot to do today.”

  Nodding I turn and open the door to get out.

  My heels hang from my fingers as I walk to the front of the car to head ups
tairs. Not paying attention I stumble over the brick wheel stop and wobble to gain control grabbing onto the front of the car for support and dropping my shoes in the process. “I’m okay, just tripped,” I blurted out to avoid a big ordeal. Reaching down I grab my shoes, standing up I notice the license plate on the car “BSTRNG.”

  I freeze staring at the license plate. No, it couldn’t be, my thoughts racing to match the rapid beat of my heart. My palms are sweaty and my eyes have dried out from not blinking. It wasn’t him, was it? But why? What the fuck is going on?

  “Reece, baby, you okay?” His hand coming to rest on my shoulder.

  I flinch from his touch and stammer to my feet. “It was you?” My question less of a question and more of a confirmation.

  “What are you talking about sweetheart?”

  “No, tell me you weren’t…” My eyes no longer dry but instead fighting back tears.

  “I don’t understand Reece, what is wrong.” Frustration echoing in his voice.

  “It was you, outside the bar that night. You were across the street. You were waiting for me and then you followed me…” The first tear releasing down my cheek.

  I can see the look on his face and he understands I know. His eyes grow soft and sheepish like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar and no way of denying it.