Down on My Knees

by Samantha Conley

  “See something you like?” I ask with a wink before standing up and turning away from him. Where the hell did that come from?

  “Can we skip dinner?” he asks, his voice heavy with innuendo.

  “Not in this lifetime, buddy. I’ve been slaving away. We’re going to eat.” I place the potatoes beside the skillet, and his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into his hard chest. His warm, moist breath tickles the back of my neck before his lips touch the sensitive skin.

  “You sure about that?” He reaches up to cup my breast, my nipple hard against his palm, and grinds his hips against my ass, the hard length of his cock easily felt through his jeans.

  My head falls back against his shoulder as my eyes close. “What was the question again?” I pant out.

  As soon as the words leave my mouth, he chuckles against my back. “No, you’re right. You did all this hard work. I'm not going to let it go to waste. We've got all night." He places a soft kiss at the crown of my head before his heat leaves my back, instantly making me crave more. Leaning back, he props an elbow on the granite countertop, the other hand reaching down to adjust himself. My eyes are drawn to the action like a magnet. He shoots me a lecherous grin when he sees where my eyes are focused.

  "Anything I can help you with, Red? I'm at your service."

  Clearing my throat, I drag my eyes back to the food. "Can you get a couple plates out of the cabinet? Let’s eat while it's still hot."

  Grabbing the cobbler, I place it in the oven, so it can bake while we eat. The flash of heat when I open the door doesn’t do a damn thing to cool me off. Maybe if I stick my head in the freezer…

  Isaac leans back in the chair, one hand patting his stomach and a satisfied smile stretching across his face.

  "That had to be one of the best meals I’ve eaten in a long time. Thank you."

  "It was my pleasure,” I reply, tucking some of the loose curls behind my ears. "I don't get to cook that often since it's usually just me."

  "You can cook like that for me any day."

  In tandem, we work together, gathering the dishes and cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, the silence comfortable.

  Wiping my hands on the towel, I glance over at Isaac as he places the leftovers in the refrigerator. "Do you want to watch a movie or something?" I ask, a nervous tremor causing my voice to warble. I feel like a damn teenager on her first date with the most popular boy in school. Isaac takes a seat on the couch and scrolls through my DVR for a movie while I pull out the peach cobbler.

  “Damn, that smells good," Isaac hollers as the blend of cinnamon, sugar, and peaches fills the room.

  "You want ice cream or whipped cream?"

  "Um, both." He chuckles.

  "Why does that not surprise me?"

  Dishing him up a bowl, I lob a big scoop of ice cream on top, top it with a spoonful of homemade whipped cream, then fix myself a much smaller bowl. I place his bowl on the table in front of him, and without any further thought, he drops the remote on the couch and reaches for the bowl.

  "Careful. It’s hot," I warn as he scoops out a large bite, steam rising.

  Pursing his lips, he blows on the bite before placing it in his mouth. His tongue comes out to wipe the sugary crumbs from his lower lip as I watch, enraptured.

  "Did you find anything you wanted to watch?" I ask before taking a more delicate bite. He shakes his head as he spoons in another mouthful.

  Reaching for the remote, I pick the movie he left highlighted on the screen. It just happens to be one of my favorites. Resident Evil. I click on the play button, and it's not long before I'm watching Alice wake from a prone position in her shower.

  The clank of the spoon distracts me from the movie as it scrapes against the side of the bowl.

  "You want some more?" I ask, still staring at the television.

  "If I eat anymore, I'll be in a food coma the rest of the night, and that is not how I want this evening to end."

  Glancing over at him, his focus is firmly on me. It's a little disconcerting as I squirm to get more comfortable.

  "And," I ask, clearing my throat, "just how did you see tonight ending?”

  "With you hot, sweaty, and so numbed with pleasure, you'll never want to leave my side." At his confession, my breath leaves me in a gasp and my panties become soaked. Within an instant, the small distance between us is gone, the bowl knocked to the floor in his haste. My breath catches in my chest as he prowls toward me. Leaning back against the arm of the couch, my heart pounds as Isaac's heavy weight presses me into the cushions, his body blanketing mine. His breath fans across my cheek, sending goosebumps racing across my skin. As his beautiful green eyes roam my face, one hand raises to cup my jaw and his thumb strokes the soft skin.

  "You are so fucking beautiful. How did I get lucky enough to be here tonight?"

  "You think you’re lucky?" I ask, breathless, pressing my face into his palm.

  "The luckiest bastard alive." He lowers his face, his soft lips ghosting over mine. "Red, if you're not ready, you need to let me know before this goes any further. I don't want you regretting anything tonight. The last couple times have been—"

  "I'm ready," I whisper against his lips.

  "Thank God," he breathes out before his lips devour mine, tongues dancing together. The hardness of his dick presses against my inner thigh. Spreading my legs farther apart, his hips settle in the V, the solid length of him rubbing against my throbbing core. With each roll of my hips, little sparks shoot from my clit. My legs wrap around him, pulling him tighter against me. His hand wraps in my hair, and I arch my neck.

  "That's it, Red. Take what you need." His lips trail down my jaw to my neck, tongue laving the skin. His hips rock harder, sending white hot lightning shooting through my body, clit throbbing, nipples peaked into diamonds against the lace of my bra. One hand travels to my breast, cupping the fullness. “Give it to me, Camryn. Now,” he orders, pinching my nipple, and the sharp pain sets me off like a rocket. “God damn, you’re gorgeous when you come. Wrap your arms around me.”

  Drained of all energy, I throw my arms around his shoulders before he hoists us off the couch, and I stiffen, causing him to stutter a step.

  “Relax, Red. I’ve got you.”

  “I can walk, Isaac. Put me down before you hurt yourself.” I unwrap my legs from his waist, but one of his arms shelves my ass as the other buries in my hair, forcing me to face him.

  “I’m not going to get hurt,” he says, his eyes locked on mine.

  “I’m not a small girl.”

  “I’m not a small man,” he mimics. “Trust me. I’ll never let you fall.”

  He carries me across the living room with an ease I never would have dreamed. The walls blur around me as he hurries into the bedroom before laying me down on the bed. His weight follows, pressing me into the soft mattress. Untangling my arms from his neck, he stands beside the bed, and my legs slip lower to his thighs as he his whips his shirt off and throws it on the floor. My eyes eat him up as he exposes those rock-hard abs. Uncrossing my legs, I sit up and run my hands up his stomach to his pecs. His muscles tense under my touch, and I pinch his nipple before licking away the sting. His hand curls in my hair, forcing me closer before pulling me away, eyes bright with lust as he gazes down at me.

  “Damn, that feels good, but tonight is about you. I want this to be a night you’ll remember.”

  Reaching down, he grips the hem of my shirt, raises it up, and pulls it over my head. Bunching it behind my neck, he leaves my arms in the sleeves, where I am helpless and at his mercy. His hands run over my breasts, each thumb causing the lace to chafe my nipples as he strokes them across the hard peaks. His fingers dip inside the cup as he pushes lace under my breasts before grasping the nipples between his fingers, the sensation shooting straight to my clit. My whimper is rewarded with a sultry smile.

  “I have plans for you tonight,” he whispers as he leans down, his mouth brushing the skin as he moves toward my ear. “I’m g
oing to taste every inch of your soft skin. Trace every curve of your body. Make you come on my fingers, my tongue, and then, my cock. I’m going to take you over and over. I’m going to fill you so full, it’s going to drip down your thighs. I’m going to worship you like the goddess you are, and by the end of the night, there will be no doubt in either of our minds who you belong to.”

  With each whispered word, my heart beats faster, my clit throbbing in time. One touch on the tight little nub would probably shoot me off like a rocket. His mouth moves down my neck, placing soft, wet kisses as he descends to my chest. The first tentative lick on my nipple has me arching my back, pressing my breast to his face. He traces the pebbled skin of my areola with just enough pressure to tease, then pulls the nub between his teeth and bites down. The stinging pain makes my pussy clench, wanting to be filled.

  “Isaac, please,” I plead, and he laughs, the sound muffled by my skin.

  “I’m running this show. Sit up,” he says, his voice harsh with need, then pulls me up and divests me of my shirt and bra.

  “Scoot up,” he orders, nodding toward my headboard.

  Moving up the bed, I lie back against the pillows.

  “Lift your ass.” My breath quickens.

  As soon as my hips clear the bed, his rough hands clasp my leggings, drag them down my legs, and throw them on the floor. His hands roam up from my feet to my thighs, the rough calluses creating a wonderful friction before stopping at the seam of my black lace boy shorts. His big hands splay across my belly and hips, thumbs caressing the material on the outside of my labia before sliding under the material. His head descends, kissing the skin below my navel before going lower, his nose tracing the curve of my belly until he’s poised above my mound.

  “You smell so fucking good,” he groans, and heat fills my face as I blush.

  Hooking his fingers in the lace, he pulls down my panties as he backs off the end of the bed. As he stands, he raises the soaked material to his face, a look of rapture on his face. When the lace drops to the floor, his hands go to the button on his jeans as I watch. The denim loosens to show the band of his underwear, and he lowers the zipper tooth by tooth, drawing it out, the material sliding down his muscular thighs until they disappear past the mattress. My tongue moistens my lower lip as his big dick presses against the thin material of his boxer briefs. His hand reaches down to palm his heavy length.

  “See something you want, Red?” he asks with a smirk.

  I nod, unable to verbalize my need. Cocky grin in place, he pushes the fabric down, his dick bobbing as it’s freed from restriction.

  “Spread your legs. Let me see heaven.”

  I slide my heels across the comforter, giving him a peek. With a growl, he prowls up the bed, rough hands on my knees, spreading me farther, his gaze burning with lust. Settling between my legs, his thumbs trace the crease of my thighs, and I know he can see how wet I am. One finger traces the slit, gathering the moisture before sticking it in his mouth and sucking.

  “It’s tastes even better than I remember. But I need more.” As soon as the words leave his lips, his head is buried in my pussy, tongue lapping at my dripping core. His fingers move languidly, then begin pumping more forcefully. My hips rise off the bed, fingers clenching his short blond hair. A sharp sting to my clit has me screaming out his name as my vision goes white hot with pleasure. Still riding the high, the broad head of his dick slides into my pussy, eased by my recent orgasm. After a few shallow pumps, he thrusts hard, burying himself balls deep, the coarse hairs at the base of his dick abrading my clit. Damn, his girth stretches me so good.

  “Fuck, you’re so damn tight. Feels so damn good.”

  “Please…” I beg, reaching for him. His weight comes down as one hand trails up the back of my thigh, lifting it over his shoulder. He stares into my eyes as he pounds into me, over and over. Each thrust causes his pelvis to hit my clit, and the sting drives me higher. My eyes drift closed as the pleasure builds.

  “No. Look at me, Camryn. Know who’s fucking you—owning this body,” he commands. My eyes snap open, and my hands grasp his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pummels into me, his body caging mine. My pussy clenches around him as the orgasm climbs higher, reaching the peak, sending me into ecstasy. My mouth opens to scream out my relief, but his lips find mine as he absorbs the sound. He thrusts twice more before stiffening on top of me. Panting, he lays his head on my chest, skin slick with sweat. I wrap my arms around his back and catch my breath. Pushing up to his elbows, he places a tender kiss on my lips.

  “You need me to get up? I’m kinda comfortable here,” he says with a smile.

  “Maybe in a minute,” I murmur, running my hands over his back, loving the way his smooth skin feels under my palms. After a few minutes, he rolls over to the side as he gathers me in his arms, drawing me into his side. His fingers run through my hair, snagging on the snarls, lulling me to sleep.

  “Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he says before placing a kiss on my forehead.

  Isaac

  “Is it morning already?” she mumbles from beside me.

  I wrap my arms tight around her. “Yeah.” The light streaming through the blinds lets me know it’s later in the morning, but at least we got to sleep in some. Snuggling back down under the covers, I pull Camryn closer against me and bury my face in her hair, smiling. The past two months have been wonderful. I never knew I could be so content spending each night with the same woman. All the fears I had have dissipated like fog. All I know is my heart is telling me this is the woman meant for me. Her laugh, her smile—they just get to me. All I want to do is make her happy.

  “I don't want to get up.” As soon as the words are out, her stomach grumbles. She makes a little moan as she tries to bury herself between me and the mattress.

  “I think your stomach disagrees,” I laugh. All I get is a muffled response as she buries her head in the pillow. Getting out of bed, I do my best not to disturb her and make my way to the bathroom. After finishing up, I snag my phone off the bedside table as I head to the kitchen. Scrolling through my contacts, I hit the call button when I reach Mom's number.

  After the second ring, her southern drawl pours out of my speaker.

  “Good morning, honey. What are you doing calling me this early?” My mother’s voice is always a comfort.

  “Morning, Mama. Um, how do you make French toast?”

  “French toast? You're cooking?” She laughs.

  “I'm going to try,” I mumble.

  “Is this for a girl? Are you trying to impress her?”

  “Yes, ma'am,” I reply, the grin in my voice apparent when my mother speaks again.

  "Holy shit, Isaac Davis, are you kidding me!" she shouts through the phone, disbelieving.

  "No."

  "Are you serious about this girl?" Her tone is wary and hopeful at the same time.

  "Yes." I take a deep breath. "I think she's the one, Mom." The silence becomes deafening as she remains silent. "Mom? Mom? Are you crying?" I ask as she sniffles through the phone.

  "Oh goodness, Isaac. It's just…I was beginning to think you'd never get serious about someone again," she states, her voice watery. "All I’ve ever wanted is for you boys to be happy. After what happened with—"

  "That's in past. Let's not bring it up," I say, cutting her off before she can mention her name. I don't want to ruin the happy place I'm in now.

  "You're right. The past needs to stay in the past. So, French toast, huh? Please tell me you're at her place."

  "Yes, that's where I'm at."

  "Thank God. Maybe you won't have to run to the store. Here's what you need."

  After burning the first two slices, I finally got the hang of browning the French toast just right. Carrying the tray to the bedroom, I see her sitting up with a stretch. The sun lights her tousled hair like a fiery nimbus. When her brown eyes light upon me, they widen in shock.

  “You made me breakfast?” she asks with disb
elief.

  "I hope you like French toast." I smile.

  "One of my favorites. How did you know?" she asks, one brow arched.

  "I didn't. It was just a guess."

  "I think I'm still in shock that you cooked." She settles back against the pillows as I place the tray over her lap. When she spots the steaming cup of coffee, her eyes go soft and dreamy.

  "I'm not sure I like you looking at coffee that way."

  "What way?" she asks, picking up the blue ceramic mug. After inhaling deeply, she takes a sip. A soft moan passes her lips, and my dick twitches in my shorts.

  “If you don’t want me to throw that tray on the floor and jump you, keep the orgasmic sounds to a minimum.”

  “Huh?” She looks at me, befuddled.

  “The coffee, Red. I’m the only one who should be making you make those sounds.” A blush lights her face. She has no idea what she does to me.

  “What do you have planned for today?” she asks as she cuts into a piece of the toast and mops up the syrup on her plate.

  “Keith and I are going to get some tracks laid out. You staying home or going out?” I ask over my shoulder as I head into the bathroom, leaving the door open as I start the shower.

  “I’m meeting Kristen and Mallory at the movies, then heading to the grocery store.”

  “If Keith and I are done, I’ll go to the store with you.”

  “Omfkay.”

  “Huh?” I ask, sticking my head out the door to see he cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk, a drop of syrup clinging to her lower lip. “Why don’t you finish eating while I take a shower? We’ll talk then.” I chuckle, and she nods.

  After finishing up in the bathroom, I walk back into the bedroom to find it empty. Slipping on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, I walk out of the room to find her standing in the doorway to the kitchen wearing my shirt, her long legs bare. I walk up behind her, wrap my arms around her waist and place a kiss on the side of her neck. Normally, I get a little sigh or she leans her head back for more, but she’s like a statue. When I look into the kitchen, I curse a little under my breath.