7 Miles High

by Pike, Leslie

  “I need to look at you naked,” he says. “Turn around.”

  I turn and slide the dress from my shoulders. Stepping out, I take his hand and bring it to my pussy. I need to feel his fingers inside me. Now. Without a beat he slips it inside the silk and rests it on top of my lips. Fuck me. He stays perfectly still for a moment, building my desire. He knows I like that. Both our breathing’s elevated, and I see his nostrils flare like a panther’s.

  Pat. Pat. Pat. A perfect rhythm of hand against hidden clit. I’m pushing against it, but knowing he will not go any faster. He likes when I beg for it.

  “Your lips are wet already. I can hardly wait to taste those sweet juices.”

  So he doesn’t wait. He drops to his knees, right on the tile floor, and rips my panties off.

  “Ohhh! That’s right, baby. Kiss me there.”

  I pull his head against me and spread my legs. Having your pussy licked while in high heels is an awesome thing. It’s just sexy, plain and simple. He grabs my ass and worships it with his strong hands, fingers massaging and exploring the terrain. He spanks me and it makes me want more.

  He wets his finger with my pussy juices and goes back to my ass. While his tongue divides my lips and searches for the clit, his finger is making a trail down my crack. As it gets close to my asshole he slows. So far this has been the sole ‘no trespassing’ locale. But I have to admit there’s something about it that intrigues me. Maybe it’s just that I don’t want to be fucked there, but I do want to see what the excitement is about. So I don’t stop his exploration.

  There’s no pause, or request for permission to proceed. He just takes my silence as agreement and goes right to the mother lode. His finger hovers over it at first, but quickly starts to play and discover what seems to please me. All the while my pussy is getting a tongue bath and it’s hard for me to separate one pleasure from the other.

  As his finger enters me I automatically begin to clench. Think that it is simply the idea of what’s about to happen, not the actual event. He looks up at me, with my juices all over his lips.

  “Relax, babe. I’ll go slow.”

  I hold on to his shoulders and let him proceed. Very gently and slowly he lifts his finger into my ass. Ohhh. Ohhh. I have an urge to go up on my tiptoes. So far I’m not feeling any sexual reaction other than the fact I think it’s kind of naughty. For me that is the turn on. But I can’t say there’s anything else to the event. Parker watches my face and reads my expression.

  “Not enjoyable?”

  “Can’t say that it is. Maybe I haven’t given it a chance. I do like that you’re such a naughty boy.”

  “Me? I’d say you’re the naughty one here letting me play with your asshole.”

  That makes us both start laughing.

  He takes the finger out.

  “Let’s just concentrate on your one-of-a-kind pussy. Come with me,” he says, getting off his knees.

  “It would be nice if you removed your briefs, Mr. Dunn. I need to see what I’m aiming for.”

  He rubs his cock and shows me the length of him before he loses the underwear. That’s it. Mine. My hands go immediately there. It fills my grasp and I swear I can feel the blood pumping inside. It’s such a model of perfection, veins running the length and girth of him.

  “Dining room,” he says, leading me out of the entry.

  No need for directions or discussion. He lifts me onto the dining table and relieves me of my bra. When it’s thrown to the side it hooks on an iron curl of one of the chair backs. Parker’s mouth finds my nipples and he sucks and licks and flicks them with his talented tongue.

  “I need a sheet and a thick blanket.”

  I come out of my sex coma. “A sheet?”

  “Yeah. And some massage oil.”

  “Hall closet for the blanket and sheet. Oil in the bedside table. Want to go in the bedroom?”

  “No. I like you up high like this. I’ll be back. Take off your shoes and get ready to be loved.”

  As he walks away I’m processing his words. Get ready to be loved? What exactly does that mean? Literally? Figuratively? Lately the word seems to be popping up unintended.

  I remove my shoes and place them on a seat cushion.

  “Okay, get off for a minute while I lay this out.”

  I do and he does, smoothing the thick blanket across the table and covering it with the white sheet.

  “Get your pretty ass up there. On your stomach, woman.” I do as requested. He lays a hand towel covering my ass. Oiling his hands and then dribbling some on my back and legs.

  “Now just relax and let everything else go. I’m going to make you feel good.”

  He starts rubbing my back slowly but firmly, quickly moving down to the backs of my legs. Up and down, kneading my calves and quads. Then ever so softly he moves higher, until his fingertips are underneath the hand towel. He folds it up a few inches until the bottom of my cheeks are exposed and the backside view of my pussy lips. So I make sure he’s watching intently. I spread my legs a little. His breath quickens.

  I feel his hands and then his mouth on my lips, my legs, my ass cheeks. They send chills up and down my spine. The sensation settles on my pussy and I feel a shiver. I just got a little wetter.

  “Turn over, babe,” he commands.

  As soon as he removes the towel, I flip. He covers my exposed pussy and begins to massage my breasts. Ohhh yeah. He takes each one and dribbles them with oil, then massages it in until my buds are hardened and sitting up firm.

  “Baby. That’s so gooood…” I say.

  “You’re turning me on. This is going to be a short-lived massage,” he chuckles.

  Coming around to my head, he presses his erection into my hair and grinds. Fuck. It’s making me so hot I’m about to explode in an orgasm. I reach back and wrap fingers around the steeled cock. He pumps into my palm, and plays with my nipples as he does.

  I turn over. Now his cock is inches from my mouth and I hear the soft moan coming from his throat.

  “Suck me, babe,” he commands.

  First the tip of my tongue finds him. I tease it until it’s lifting to me, silently begging for more. Then my lips surround the head and suckle like it’s nectar of the gods. His hands stop playing, and grip the sides of my face.

  “Yeah. That’s it. Ohhhh, baby.”

  Now I take him all in. The entire shaft. When I retreat I’m sucking hard, and he’s on another plane. I’m moving back and forth on the table, my clit being teased as I do. He must be watching, because he reaches over me and flings off the little towel that was covering my backside. I spread my legs and lift my ass, imagining the view he has from the head of the table.

  “Yeah. I want to fuck you!” He yells his declaration and takes his cock out of my mouth. He comes around to the side of the table and climbs on next to me. I’m flipped as if I were a feather and he straddles me without a word. His head hits the light above the dining table, but it barely registers on his face. The light swings as he lifts himself to enter me.

  “Parker. I want you. Take me.”

  I can tell he responds to those words and does exactly as asked. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a hard cock. Not even his. I think it’s made of granite as it pushes its way inside. But oh how it feels when it’s in. Pure pleasure. Warm. Alive. We start fucking. Jungle fucking.

  I love this angle. Looking at his face while he grinds is amazing. His eyes, the set jaw, heavy breathing. But most of all the expression he wears. It’s passion set to love. There’s a connection we share that defies all other experiences. I’ve never been in this world he and I have created. Wherever and whatever it is. This is something made of just us.

  We’re joined in a melding of bodies and minds. Not just our physical, but emotional selves bound together. It’s heavenly and so raw at the same time. Human. Divinely human.

  Chapter 17

  Parker

  The dining room table. The bedroom, on the floor, and in the bed. A repeat performanc
e of our Cancun wall fuck, her on my shoulders, pussy pressing against my lips. This time I didn’t pull a muscle. Even if I had it would have totally been worth it.

  Now we’re fueling ourselves with a shared bowl of steaming pasta and a cold beer. It’s great to know she can just go with the flow of things. If there’s one thing I don’t like is someone who’s rigid. I’ve been with that kind of woman before and it doesn’t work. Natalie is cool. She threw our meal together in minutes and didn’t fuss about using the best china or cloth napkins. My kind of woman.

  Eating on top of her bed, I reach over and wipe the Alfredo sauce that dots her chin. The full bottom lip almost hides the evidence. But I caught it and it gives me the perfect chance to run my thumb over her pink blushed lips.

  “You’ve got some sauce here, babe. Let me get it.”

  I’m not fooling her though. She parts her luscious lips just a little when I touch her mouth, knowing I will be watching closely.

  “I think I bruised you. Right here,” I say, softly patting the slightly discolored flesh.

  “You bruised yourself. Have you looked in the mirror? At your chin?”

  “I don’t need to. Last time you were on my shoulders against the wall I had the same souvenir.”

  “Oh Lord! You and I are going to get a reputation,” she giggles.

  “Babe, it’s already a done deal. And I don’t really mind.”

  “You interested in showering with me? I hear it calling our names.”

  I remove the bowl from the bed we’re sitting cross-legged on and set it on her bedside table. A final sip of beer drains the last of the bottle.

  “Lead on. I need to wash my dirty girl,” I say, taking her by the hand.

  I’m not fooling Natalie. She knows I know where the bathroom is. But she also knows I like to watch her walk away. That ass. It’s the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. She knows it. How could she not? The giggles tell me I’m right.

  “Are you looking at my ass, Mr. Dunn?”

  “Well, duh.”

  I get a little wiggle for my efforts and with it my dick rises in a salute.

  “You’re about to be buggered, in case you haven’t figured it out by my erect dick.”

  She opens the shower door and turns on the water, testing it with her hand.

  “Haven’t you been satisfied yet? I may not have another orgasm in me. I’m only human you know.”

  The words say one thing but her laughing eyes say another.

  “Who you kidding? You’re the most orgasmic woman I’ve ever been with. And no, I’m not satisfied. Not sure I ever will have enough of you.”

  She drops her unnecessary robe and steps into the shower.

  “Well, get naked, man. The water’s fine.”

  I follow her instructions and drop my briefs. That seems to be a theme today. Stepping in, my toes feel the cold tile before the warm water touches my skin. Goosebumps.

  “Oh man, this feels great.”

  Head leaned back, Natalie lets the water run over her long hair. I watch as she combs the long strands with her fingers.

  “Let me wash your hair,” I say, grabbing the Pantene on the wire shelf.

  “Do it.”

  She faces the back wall and stands ready. I pour the shampoo in my hand and then apply it to the crown of her head.

  “Wait. I need a little more in the back here.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” she says.

  I apply another dollop to the long strands and work it into a froth. Rivers of shampoo trace the shape of her back and traverse the curve of her ass. My fingers massage her scalp and she relaxes into the motion.

  “That feels wonderful,” she says.

  I reach around her and shampoo the tiny triangle between her legs. The landing strip. She giggles and presses against my hand. I can’t get enough of whatever she’s made of. My only problem is to rein in my impulse to go to the next level.

  The impulse to say ‘I love you’ is strong now. But I know it won’t hurt to wait until I think she’d say the same thing back. There’s a history behind her. Behind us both. And I don’t want to fuck things up because I’m impatient. Better that I give it more time.

  So instead of whispering those three words in her ear, I nibble.

  * * *

  The sound of the cell wakes us both. That kind of fucking requires a break. We fell asleep when it was still light outside. Now by the shadows on the wall it’s nearly dinnertime. Natalie reaches for her phone, looks at the screen then sets it back down.

  “That idiot.”

  “Which one?” I say, knowing full well who she’s referring to.

  Her beautiful blues look up at me. “Alex.”

  Now I’m annoyed. He not only is a persistent aggravation, but he’s interrupting my sleep.

  “That guy needs to have a stick rammed up his ass. What exactly is his problem? Why don’t you block him?”

  When the words leave my mouth I hear the anger. He’s pissing me off more than I realized.

  “There’s absolutely nothing between us, you know. He’s never called before. But you’re right. I’ll do it today.”

  I bring her body close and smooth the wild strands of her hair.

  “It’s just aggravating. Is he deaf? You’ve told him more than once you’re not interested. Next time I’ll be the one sending the message.”

  “You have my permission. He’s not a fighter. One firm message should do the job.”

  That piece of information makes me smile. How transparent. I’m happy the dude is a wuss. I could take him in a fight if it got to that, although I never pick on inferior physical specimens. What good is it to get into a fight with a man you can easily overpower?

  I guess my teenage fist fights and the ones I’ve choreographed over the years in film have embedded themselves in my brain. I can’t deny there’s something satisfying about being able to defend yourself. And I’m very confident in that category.

  “What are you thinking about? You’re far away,” she says softly.

  “I’m imagining getting into it with your ex. He’s really a dick. It pisses me off.”

  She rubs a hand over my chest and down my torso.

  “You’re right. He is. But he’s not worth any more of our time. Nobody else matters you know. Not my ex, or yours. It’s just us now.”

  I relax into her words and store them to be remembered when we are apart. She said it and it’s true.

  “You’re right. Thank you for reminding me.” I kiss the top of her head and she snuggles closer. I’m going to chill out. Why look for trouble where there is none?

  * * *

  The car is packed and ready for its trip back to San Juan Capistrano. The last few days have gone too quickly. It seems like I just arrived.

  “Let’s plan your next visit. I’m going to be filming on location for three weeks straight next month. I want you to come. For as long as you can.”

  She sets her Diet Pepsi down and dabs the corners of her mouth with the paper napkin.

  “When you’re in Dallas?”

  “Yeah. The film will wrap there. You’ve never been to a wrap party. I’d like to take you. Show you off if I’m being honest.”

  I don’t think she minds the truth, because there’s a big wide smile on her face. In reality it’s only the partial truth. Mostly, I just want to be with her. Everything’s different when she’s with me. Better.

  “My mom and dad will be there for a week. They’re visiting my aunt who lives in Fort Worth.”

  “I could come. Maybe not for three weeks, but for two for sure. I can always have one of my associates show a property if I’m not available.”

  “Great. Let’s plan on it then. I’ll send you the itinerary and details where we’ll be staying.”

  “Is it in a hotel?”

  “Yeah. This time it is. When we stay for an extended period of time, production gets the department heads houses. But this is a quick turnaround. Everyone will be at the hotel. W
ell, except for the two leads.”

  Wrapping up the other half of her burger, she saves it for a later hour.

  “I’m going to have this for dinner. I love me a good burger.”

  She’s so fucking cute. Besides being beautiful, there’s an all-American spirit to her that brings out the young girl. I bet she was the most popular girl in her class. Oh yeah. I can see it now. It’s so obvious.

  “Were you a cheerleader in high school?”

  The surprise is all over her face.

  “Where did that one come from?” she chuckles and takes another sip of her Pepsi.

  “I just bet you were. I can see it now. You in a short skirt, your pom-poms on display for all the boys to lust after.”

  Her finger points in my direction. “Wrong!”

  “What? You weren’t a cheerleader? I don’t believe it.”

  Counting on her fingers, she lists my failed conclusions. “One. I was not a ra ra girl. Two. I wasn’t popular in the least. My breasts were nonexistent and I weighed twenty pounds more than I do now. I had braces and rubber bands for two of the four years. By the time I was rid of them it was in the summer between my junior and senior years. Three. I wasn’t aware of any lustful gazes in my direction.”

  My chin dips and I give her the side-eye of doubt. “Just because you weren’t aware, doesn’t mean it wasn’t happening, my dear. All men are whores.”

  That one makes her laugh out loud, and makes me join her.

  “It’s funny because it’s true. We’re all whores at one time or the other,” I say.

  “Just as long as you don’t self-identify now. I can’t be part of a man whore’s harem. Just so you know, I’d be gone if there was even a whiff of that, My dear.”

  The point is made and heard. “No worries. I feel the same. Why would I go anywhere else for love when I have the best of the best?”