[City Limits 01.0] Roots and Wings

by M. Mabie

  Her perfect skin glowed in the dark for me. She wore a simple white bra, no lace, and without any words she leaned forward and removed it. All of her curves and valleys given to me in one movement. She shivered, not from a chill, but under my touch as my hands roamed the uncharted nakedness of her breasts.

  They were full, and in the twilight I could see perfectly round nipples that stiffened under my caress. She moved against my zipper searching for something more than my touch on her chest.

  I let my hand wander to her button fly and I leaned against the pillows propped up behind us as she rested against my legs, allowing me to explore her.

  When there were no more buttons to work apart, there was a moment where I thought it was too much for her, her body shaking like she was nervous.

  I had to know if she wanted me to go any further, before I did.

  “Hannah?” I asked as I ran a hand over her center above her jeans, along the denim seam between her legs. “Do you want this?”

  I selfishly applied a little pressure with my hand to her, needing to feel her, even before she agreed.

  She didn’t say anything, but her hand covered mine and led me into her. Past her panties. Past a soft patch of trimmed hair to where my fingers were met with wetness and her obvious arousal.

  I took my time feeling her, learning her, finding my way. When my hand reached the top of her, she bucked in my hand and leaned forward, giving me a much better angle to use.

  She hugged my neck tightly as she rocked against my luckiest hand, while my runner-up hand pulled her into me.

  She sat on her knees and kissed me even harder from slightly above me.

  I slipped a finger into her and she released a beautiful sigh. I stopped the kiss to watch her face as I gave her a second to get used to me there.

  Her mouth fell slack and her eyes danced in the moonlight as she rode my fingers.

  It surprised me when her hand slipped atop mine, mingling with my fingers, feeling them go in and out of her.

  I could feel her thighs begin to shake as she pushed harder against my palm and then, as she said, “Vaughn,” in the most sensual way I’d ever heard, she removed her hand to hang onto my shoulders again.

  I moved my head in a way that she’d touch my cheek, and when it was close enough, I sucked one of her fingers into my mouth just as her core tightened.

  The taste of her on my lips, combined with the sound of her pleasure, made my erection almost painful.

  As she came down, she rested her head on my shoulder, her index finger still in my mouth. She relaxed against me and found her breath.

  I leaned back, putting our full weight on the pillows, and held her. And my hand, which was still inside her jeans, stroked her sensitive skin.

  Something powerful, and almost possessive, swelled inside of me as we lay there.

  Soon she was lazily kissing my neck.

  Was it possible she wanted more? Because I was perfectly happy giving it to her. As many times as she liked.

  I wanted to come more than just about anything, but not necessarily more than I wanted her to again.

  “I liked that,” I told her, the words almost getting caught low in my throat.

  “I really liked that,” she said dreamily. “A lot.”

  That, my friends, is what victory feels like.

  Chapter Ninteen

  Hannah

  My body was boneless against him. His hand was still in my pants and keeping the fire alive after what had happened. And what he’d done with his hand was better than most of the sex I’d had my whole life—combined.

  If he could do that with his fingers, I had to believe the other things he could do would be just as good, if not better.

  I wasn’t willing to wait very long to find out.

  I craved more and wanted to touch him. So, as I let the rhythm of his rising and falling chest reenergize me, my hand wandered between us. He shifted a little and I heard the sharp intake of breath pass his teeth.

  I felt him through his jeans, incredibly hard. I followed the length of his erection to the side of his lap and then back to cup his balls. A strong desire to please him surged through me.

  “Vaughn, I want you to have a good time, too,” I quietly admitted between kisses near his ear.

  “Oh, believe me, if you keep doing that I will.” His voice was low but had a weakness to it that sounded so sexy. I had him, literally, in the palm of my hand. Which was fitting because I’d just been putty in his.

  I stroked him over his pants, and then I couldn’t stand not actually touching him anymore. Wandering over to his button and zipper, I gave them a little time off and made my way to him.

  “You don’t have to do that, Hannah,” he assured me. “That’s not why...” and then he trailed off and gave up on chivalry. It made me smile.

  I wanted to tease him a little, so instead of making my way under his boxer briefs, I ran my hand on top of them until there was not enough room to fit my hand and him in the space between his hip and his pocket.

  His head falling back on the pillow, I took pity on him and tucked my hand inside his underwear. His skin was hot, and he flexed against my palm when I gripped and released him from the confines of his clothes. Freed, he fell stiff against his stomach and my mouth watered at the sight.

  His hand was still in my pants, and as I started to stroke him, he began teasing me a second time.

  Quickly, he sat forward and brought his shirt over his head.

  There we were: two shirtless people making out on a boat for the first time. Mouth on mouth, chest against chest. Hands feeling their way around, testing out what the other might like, only to find they pretty much liked everything the other had to offer.

  I’d push forward and he’d give, his hips would rise when I’d tighten my grip just enough.

  “I’m not going to last like this,” he said around my lips. “That feels too good.”

  I was feeling it too, but I had a suspicion he was going to get there before I did. I liked that idea. I loved feeling like I was the source of his pleasure.

  “That’s okay. I drank that 5-hour Energy you brought me,” I joked, even if it wasn’t the best moment for it, but seeing him come apart under my will made me spunky.

  “And it’s still early,” I added. I had no plans of ending the night anytime soon. “I want you to stay.”

  His breathing became rushed and quickened. He pulled me hard against him and moaned against my neck. His teeth grazed my skin and he tensed, his erection flexing in my palm. Once, twice, and then he made a sound so erotic I found myself moaning in unison with him.

  His wet orgasm was slick on his stomach.

  He removed his hand from my pants and wrapped both of his arms around me, kissing me so passionately, all of the cockiness I was feeling jumped overboard.

  I was totally consumed by him.

  Yes, I’d just gotten him off, but that wasn’t enough. I wanted to give him more. Wanted him to have more of me.

  I leaned back and he moved to follow, falling in between my legs and grinding himself against me, mimicking what I really wanted.

  “I want to be inside of you so badly, but I don’t have anything with me,” he confessed between kisses.

  “I have condoms.”

  He stopped and held his weight above me, looking me straight in the face.

  “You do?”

  “Yeah, I bought them this morning.”

  “You did?”

  “Yeah, they have them at the store. I just went early and got them.”

  “I wanted to buy some, but your dad showed up and started talking to me.” His face was adorably frustrated remembering what had happened.

  “Oh my God. What did you do?”

  He answered matter-of-factly, eyebrows raised, like there’d only been one option. “I bought foot cream.”

  Foot cream? I began laughing—the thought of Vaughn getting caught by my dad while buying protection was hilariously uncomfortable.
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br />   “Well, I guess the early bird gets the worm.”

  In the moonlight his face twisted, not liking my joke. “That wasn’t good.”

  “No. Pretend like I didn’t say it.”

  He laughed and I leaned up to kiss him, I was tired of all the talking.

  “Wait. Wait. Wait,” he repeated, and then he sat back on his legs. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  Waiting no time to answer, or for him to sense any hesitation, I said, “I’m sure.”

  I was damn sure.

  “We don’t have to yet. This is only our second date, Hannah. I’m not in any hurry.”

  I considered that maybe I looked a little slutty, but it was also thoughtful that he was worried about rushing me. “Will you think less of me if we have sex tonight?”

  “God, no. That’s not what I mean. I don’t want you to think you’re not worth waiting for, is all. I’m not in a hurry. If—and only if—you’re ready to go there with me, that’s what I want, too.”

  How did he always know exactly what I needed to hear? How to make me forget how nervous I was to make the wrong move? How to make me feel like it mattered to him as much as it did to me?

  There was no doubt I was ready to be with him.

  “Then take your pants off and grab that bag.” I kicked the small tote I’d carried them down there in. Then, I scooted out of my jeans and underwear, as if it were a race. Like I had to do it fast before he changed his mind. Sluts be damned.

  “Hey, whoa. What’s your rush? I wanted to do that.” He’d taken his pants off, but left his underwear on. In that moment, I did feel kind of slutty.

  Was I ever going to get this right?

  “I don’t know. I just really want you.” How embarrassing. I scrunched my eyes together, wanting to disappear.

  Vaughn’s tone changed, softening almost. He cajoled, “Hey, I want you, too, but I want to look at you. Remember this. Take my time. Just relax and let me make you feel good. I don’t have anywhere to go.”

  The look in his blue eyes was full of tenderness and heat, trying to comfort me and reassure me that this was where he wanted to be. Again proving how much he thought about my feelings. It touched me. In places I didn’t know occupied so much of my heart, he aroused something deep inside me much stronger than my desperate body.

  “You’ll stay then?”

  “I said I’m not going anywhere,” he answered, as he kissed my belly and then my hip. “Except maybe here.”

  He moved my legs, opening me up to him, and placed a kiss at my center. “Yeah, I think I’m going here first.”

  “But...” I began, only to realize I didn’t really have anything to say. I wanted him to do what he was about to. It was just that I’d never let anyone do that before. It had always been too personal. Too intimate for a one-night stand.

  “Is this okay?” he asked as he kissed the inside of my thigh. Of course it was okay, I was just a little anxious. I’d never felt so laid bare, as if I were surrendering all of me.

  “I’ve just never...” I said to the stars.

  “May I?” His tongue flicked out and touched me, my sensitive skin too aware of what he was doing, and I jumped a little, my hands tapping down against the boat with a jolt.

  I didn’t know if I could handle it.

  I didn’t know I would feel like that. So equally vulnerable and turned on.

  I didn’t know what to do with my hands, and suddenly I was really aware of them. My fingers fidgeted from my nervousness.

  “Give me those,” he said and reached for one of my hands, and then held out for the other. I did what he asked, and he held my them together on top of my stomach with one of his.

  His lust-filled eyes blinked slowly at me as he looked up from below. Then I watched him look back down between my thighs, and like he was overcome with what he saw, he moaned and took another lick. Then said, “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. If you do, I won’t. That simple.”

  Was it that simple?

  He gave me a minute, time to decide, but the kisses he was peppering on my legs were very persuasive. I would trust him.

  “I want you to.”

  He didn’t say anything, taking one long lick up the center of me. The sensation was new and made my toes curl, and my ass left the bottom of the boat.

  “Oh my,” I panted and he did it again. That time he’d moved slower and my eyes damn near rolled around to the back of my head.

  Every time I bucked, he held my hands tighter, and something about that added to the experience. The control he had, the control I gave him. He was gentle, but strong. He found what I liked, and when my hips rolled he hummed his gratitude.

  I couldn’t say anything, all of my focus on this one extraordinary sensation, and everything else drifted away with the gentle rocking of the water.

  Just as I thought I was going over the edge, he’d slow and take it easy on me. Then he’d bring me right back.

  It was exquisite and maddening. My feet and my shoulders holding my weight, I pushed myself against his mouth as he flicked at the most perfect spot. The last thing I remember thinking was those are the most beautiful stars I’ve ever seen and I didn’t know if they were the real ones or not.

  I didn’t care either way.

  Was there anything this man wasn’t good at?

  Every ragged breath shook my whole body, and before I knew it, he was crawling up my tummy with kisses and saying over and over, “You’re so beautiful.”

  When he reached my mouth, he said, “I know I’m sounding like a broken record, but it’s important to me. Are you sure you’re ready to do this?”

  I nodded and my hand reached for the bag he’d brought closer, and I pulled out a condom as he pulled off his briefs.

  He took it from me, leaning up to put it on, and I reveled in the way he looked. With the reflection of moon dancing off the water and the dim light that came from up on my deck, I studied the ripples on his stomach and the muscles in his arms. As he rolled the condom on and gave himself a few strokes, the fire inside me came roaring back to life, like fresh air on smoldering coals.

  He was a sight. His skin slick with fevered lust. His lips still wet from my climax.

  Then he returned to me, and my hands ran desperately over his taut muscles and ribs, wanting more.

  He gave pause, and said, “This means something to me, Hannah. I’ve wanted you since the moment we met.” With one hand he guided himself to my entrance, then let go and held himself precisely there with the most tantalizing pressure. Just the tip of him inside of me. His hand found my breast; then his mouth found my nipple. The overwhelming rush of sensation brought my hips to his, causing him to enter me fully.

  “Ah,” I breathed, becoming acquainted with the fullness of him. I’d never had someone take so much time on behalf of my pleasure. I’d never been with someone who made me so desperate and wild with need. I’d never been with someone who fit into my life like he did in every single way.

  “Oh, Hannah.”

  My fingers moved across his shoulders as he held still inside me, almost like he was waiting for me to make the first move again. His hips only slightly pressed against me where we met flush in the middle.

  He licked my breast once more and sucked my nipple into his mouth one last time before coming up to kiss my shoulder sweetly. Then he met me eye-to-eye.

  It was almost too much. He was too handsome. Too good for me. But there he was, and I was lost in him, helpless to know whether I was awake or dreaming.

  The friction he made proved too much as, impatient for more, I moved and he pulled away only to come right back. So began our first time together.

  The first time our bodies, together, moved towards climax. The first time, together, all the walls and all the pretenses I’d tried to hide behind were gone.

  I felt more like a woman than I ever had. My body’s purpose was to gain and give pleasure with this man, while he showed me how it incredible it was to be made love to.
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  Another thing I’d always thought was cliché. How when it was with someone special, it was more special, and, apparently, that had always been true. Vaughn was that special piece I’d been missing all along.

  The way he moved in and out of me at the most divine pace and pressure, while whispering how I was making him feel and how badly he wanted me to come for him, it was unlike any other sexual experience of my life.

  Even the sweat on his skin was intoxicating, and it only proved how all of my senses were being tantalized.

  Although I tried to hold off as long as I could, and we’d slowed ourselves down as many times as our bodies would tolerate, I couldn’t fight it longer.

  “Vaughn?”

  “Hannah, don’t hold back.”

  “Oh, yes. Yes,” I gasped, over and over, as my body rocked itself against him, grinding out my orgasm.

  “There you go, beautiful. There you go.”

  My back arched, head tipped back, his mouth on my neck and his body moving furiously into me, he chased his orgasm and caught it just as I wrung out the last of my release.

  “Jesus, Vaughn. Oh.”

  He grunted as it hit him and he pushed one last time, with such force, it hit a spot that almost set me off again. His ass clenched tight, my hands held him to me.

  He moved the hair stuck to my face and he tenderly kissed my lips. “You’re incredible.”

  I laughed, because it seemed like he’d done most of the work, but it was not time to argue.

  We ended up lying there, propped against the pillows naked, and finished the bottle of wine.

  It had been one of the best nights of my life.

  ⟡⟡⟡

  “I still can’t stop picturing you and my dad at the store. Where did he run into you?” I watched as he climbed out of the boat, prepared to help me carry things back up.

  “Right in front of the condoms. Like right in front. He even teased that it was funny he ran into me next to the rubbers.”

  I handed Vaughn the cooler with the blanket folded on top of it, and picked up the last of the stuff to take to the cabin. Then I had to stop because I was laughing too hard. I didn’t want to fall off the boat.

  “Priceless,” I countered when I caught my breath.