Sean

by Desiree Wilder

  “You are just full of surprises, aren’t you?” I grabbed her and kissed her long and hard. She wrapped her arms around me again, putting her hands in my hair and pulling me even harder to her mouth. I lifted her slightly and she wrapped her legs around my waist, making us both moan at the touch. I walked out of the water and she nibbled on my neck as I made my way to a private spot in the rocks I knew about.

  I went to my knees with her legs still locked around me and untied the back of her bikini top before I laid her down on the sand. I kissed and sucked on her neck and ears before I slowly moved down her beautiful body to her beautifully heaving breasts. As I teased and pleased them she arched her back and closed her eyes to the sun.

  I moved down between her legs and untied the sides of her bottoms. Her hips were wild as she anticipated my touch and I was more than happy to oblige. I ran my fingers over her smooth lips and up across her perfectly shaped landing strip. Everything about her was sexy and exciting. I glanced up and was pleasantly surprised to find her watching me.

  I put her thighs over my shoulders and my tongue right where she wanted it. I massaged her clit and all around it, sucking and blowing and teasing and torturing until she silently begged me to give her what she needed. I put my thumb against her opening as I full on tongued her clit with all that I had, keeping a quick, steady rhythm as I felt her building up to her release. I barely put my thumb inside her, but gave her steady pressure, in and out, as I kept my mouth going as strong and constant as I could. I felt her pause and hold her breath, so I went for the gold and pushed my thumb in a little further while keeping up the oral massage. She arched and moaned as she crashed all around me. I came while I watched her come. It was that intense.

  “Oh, my God!” she said as aftershocks went through her body. “There’s no way that intercourse can feel better than that just did!”

  I moved up beside her and she turned her head to face me. We both had sated looks on our faces. She ran her hand down my chest, and when it reached my semi-soft member, she looked surprised.

  “What the…”

  “I got lost in the moment,” I told her.

  “That couldn’t have been very satisfying,” she said.

  “Do I not look satisfied?”

  “Well, you’re much calmer, and you’re smiling.”

  “Lesson number one, this is how your partner should look after sex if he’s satisfied.” I chuckled.

  “Oohhh, you’re going to give me lessons?” Her expression was of excited anticipation.

  “You’re the teacher, and the one who did all the studying, so maybe you should be giving me lessons.” I raised my brows.

  “You definitely do not need lessons,” she said, which made me feel good. “Why didn’t you want to have intercourse with me?” It was as if she’d just realized we hadn’t.

  I laughed. “I wasn’t about to deflower you right here in the sand, but believe me, I wanted to! Please stop calling it intercourse though, that word makes it sound very un-fun.”

  “Okay,” she giggled.

  We heard some voices so we hopped up and I tied her top while she tied her bottoms. We walked back out to the waterfall hand in hand as about half a dozen people were jumping in. We swam for a while, mainly so I could wash away the deposit I’d made in my trunks, and then we headed back to the zip lines. We stopped twice to kiss and I told Brynn she wasn’t going to be sweet and innocent much longer if she kept kissing me the way she did.

  I talked Brynn into zip-lining solo on our last line. She was nervous, but I admired her for facing her fear and going for it. When I reached the platform after her, I loved the way she was waiting for me with a sexy smile and open arms.

  “Thank you, Sean. That was the most fun I’ve ever had, ever!” She said it so convincingly it was hard not to believe.

  “Which part?” I teased her.

  “All of it.” She kissed me.

  As we headed down the mountain and back to the city, Brynn watched out the window just as she’d done on the way up.

  “Have you been up here much, on the mountain?” I asked her.

  “Never,” she said. “But I’d always wanted to, so I really appreciate you taking me today.” She squeezed my hand but kept her eyes out the window.

  “You’ve lived in the city all your life, but never came up the mountain?” That was hard to believe.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Where did you live growing up?” I assumed it was close to where she lived now.

  “On Richmond, over by the golf course.”

  “You mean, Vista?” Surely not, that was even richer than my neighborhood.

  “Yeah,” she said.

  “Do your parents still live there?” I couldn’t figure it out.

  She turned and looked at me. “Yes, Sean, my parents still live there. They’re quite wealthy, as you’ve just discovered. I grew up with money and never wanted for anything, except all the stuff that money couldn’t buy. I was an only child, an ‘accident,’ and it was a lonely existence as I turned to food, television, drugs, alcohol, and whatever else I could find that would make me ‘feel’ something while my successful parents brought home not only the bacon, but the whole fricken pig.” She wiped her eye and looked back out the window. My heart beat fast as I considered what she’d just told me. “I’m sorry,” she said.

  I kissed her hand. “What are you sorry for?”

  “Getting so upset.”

  “That was upset?” I chuckled. “Why? Because you said ‘fricken’?” She hadn’t even raised her voice.

  “The tone, the crying, and the ‘fricken pig’ part,” she said. “I’ve come a long way in therapy, which is why I was able to admit to you everything I just have, but I still get angry when I talk about it.” I wondered who her therapist was. If that was angry, then I’d guess she was pretty withdrawn before.

  “Brynn, you have every right to be angry. You can scream, cry, and cuss until the cows come home. It’s all part of the healing process, don’t apologize for it, it’s a necessity for most people.” I kissed her hand again.

  “I don’t like being angry. I just want to be happy.”

  “I want you to be happy, too,” I told her. “Would it make you happy if I told you I didn’t want to take you home yet? That I don’t want our date to end?”

  “Yes.” She smiled.

  “Do you like pizza?” I asked.

  “Pizza makes me happy.” She giggled.

  “Well, then, pizza it is.”

  We sat at the little table in the pizzeria holding hands as we waited for our order.

  “It’s freezing in here,” Brynn said with a shiver.

  “Your clothes are still damp from swimming.” I wrapped my arms around her. “We’ll take that to go,” I told the waitress as she walked by our table.

  We took the pizza back to my place and I got Brynn a dry t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants with a drawstring that could be cinched up considerably. When she came out of the bathroom wearing them, I whistled loudly, which made her giggle.

  “I’m never going to wash those, once they leave your body,” I told her.

  She sauntered over and kissed me with those soft lips of hers. I ran my fingers through her hair and along the sides of her neck. Her lips left mine and made tiny wet tracks all the way from one ear to the other. She pulled back and looked at me with a sexy innocence.

  “You’re the only woman I’ve ever met who can look sexy as hell, but completely innocent at the same time,” I told her.

  “When you say things like that to me, I feel sexy.” She smiled. “I’ve never had anyone talk to me like you did at the waterfall today. It turned me on and gave me the courage to talk to you about sex. It’s really nice to be open about it.”

  “Brynn, you are sexy, and as long as you’re around me, I won’t let you forget it. I think it’s great the way we were able to talk about sex today, too. As I stood in the water, watching and listening to you talk about studying our bodies and re
searching sex, it made me crazy hot for you. Now, let’s eat, because I’m about to take you down on my couch and we have to have another talk before that’s gonna happen.”

  “See, that’s what I mean,” she said as she grabbed a slice of pizza. “You push my buttons with that stuff.”

  I could just imagine what real dirty talk would do to her if that little stuff pushed her buttons. I had to get that out of my mind if I wanted to have a serious conversation with her.

  “Brynn, do you want to keep seeing me?”

  “Yes, of course,” she said.

  “Good, I want to keep seeing you, too. I want you to think about us having sex.”

  Her eyes closed. “Mmm.”

  I laughed. “That’s not what I meant! I want you to think about losing your virginity. It is a big deal and it should be special, a moment to remember. I’d never want you to have regrets about it. We should agree on a time frame if you decide it’s still something you want, and then stick to it.”

  “Okay,” she looked around the room. “Yes, it’s what I want. I’ll never regret it if it’s with you, and I’m thinking…um…in an hour or so. Can you stick to it and stay out of these sexy sweat pants that long?”

  I shook my head. “No. We’re not doing it in an hour. If it’s what you want, then I think we should wait at least a month.”

  She coughed. “A MONTH! No way! Sean, I’m sure about this. I’ve thought about it a lot. I’ve even considered just going home with some random guy from Sashay, just to get it done.”

  “Shit, Brynn, don’t even say that! You’re better than that. Think about this, while we’re waiting for the month to go by we can experiment with lots of other things.” That piqued her interest and she looked at me. I swear I could hear the wheels turning.

  “That’s right.” I winked at her. “Talking dirty, touching, kissing, oral stimulation, toys, whatever your little heart desires, I’m in.” I was looking forward to it. I thought it could be quite interesting, not to mention very creative. Plus, Brynn was still working through some issues in out-patient therapy, and I didn’t want her to do something she’d regret or let get in the way of her treatment.

  “Okay.” She shrugged. “You sold me.”

  I laughed at her quick change of heart. “What was it, exactly, that sold you?”

  “Honestly, every word you said. It made me hot, and I realized you could probably make me orgasm just by talking to me. It’ll be fun, for sure, and I’m gonna hold you to the ‘whatever your little heart desires’ statement.”

  “Please do.” I was curious to say the least.

  I ate four pieces of pizza while I watched her work on her first. She took tiny little bites and chewed slowly, like she was being forced to consume it.

  “I thought pizza made you happy. Don’t you like it?”

  “Yes, it’s good,” she said, but not very convincingly.

  “Are you only eating one piece?”

  She sighed. “Sean, I have kind of a love/hate relationship with food. I’ve come a long way with it, but it’s something I’m still working on. I’m sensitive about it and would greatly appreciate it if we don’t focus on it.”

  I nodded. “Thanks for telling me. Good for you for owning it and facing it.” I gave her a kiss. I was proud of her and knew how hard it was to admit your weaknesses.

  “Your place is really nice,” she said, changing the subject.

  “Thanks, would you like to stay over tonight?” I knew it was soon, but we’d already figured out the intimacy issues.

  “Don’t you have to work in the morning?”

  “Yes, but I could take you home first…or you could hang out here if you want.” I hated the building she lived in, and the part of town was dangerous, too.

  “Do you want me to stay tonight?” She needed to feel wanted. It was hard to believe that someone like her needed a confidence boost.

  I reached over, grabbed her stool, and with a quick jerk had her facing me. It startled her, which was what I was after, and she looked a little nervous, not what I was after. I put my hands on her face and kissed her as seductively as I could. I ran my fingers through the back of her hair, twisted a lock in my fingers and slowly pulled her head back, opening up her neck for my hungry mouth to devour. The sweetness of her skin could bring me to my knees and I wanted to be next to it all night.

  “Yes,” I whispered in her ear. “I want you,” and paused for dramatic effect, “to,” and paused again, “stay.” I sucked her earlobe and exhaled into her ear before I pulled back and found her eyes. They were bright, happy, and smiling.

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  She walked over and put her phone on my iDock. Her back was to me and when the music started, she moved to it. Her hips and head jerked to opposite sides in perfect unison with the pounding of the drums. Her hips rolled as the guitar kicked in, but she kept her head rhythm going with the beat in my chest. Fuck, she’s hot. She spread her legs apart and bent all the way down against one before moving with the sound to the other, giving me an amazing view of her ass beneath my sweats. Her legs snapped back together and she immediately bent her knees and swayed one way and then the other. I closed my mouth and swallowed hard. She whipped her head around, looking into my eyes, and the rest of her body followed. Up and off went my t-shirt in a split second and her hands were covering her full C-cups as her head leaned back with the beat. I swallowed again and shifted in my stool.

  Her hands firmly massaged her breasts as her body expertly met each beat with a precise movement. She can fucking move. Her head was still back, exposing the sweet neck I’d just sucked, as she slid one hand down over her flat, tanned stomach and into the sweats. I’m hard as a fucking rock. The music was strong, beating fast, as she gyrated her hips forward and back with the beat. I could tell by the look on her face her hand was right where she wanted it. Just as the music reached its peak, with one swift motion, she pulled the tie on the sweats and they fell to the floor as her head jerked up. I’ve never witnessed anything like this. My mouth had fallen open again and I was panting.

  The next song started immediately and it was slower. She was naked and beautiful as she moved toward me with her eyes locked on mine. Her body never missed as it gracefully met each riff perfectly. I felt as if she was making love to me, and with each breath I took I wanted more. When she reached me, she put her hand on my chest, keeping me at an arm’s distance as her body begged me to touch it. I was mesmerized.

  She moved her hand to the back of my head, pulling my mouth to her nipple as she put one leg and then the other over mine, and straddled me on the stool. I sucked and played with her tits while my hands went ballistic over the rest of her perfectly toned body. Her nakedness was something to behold and the way she moved was equally amazing.

  I lifted her off my lap and onto the bar top where I’d just eaten. She leaned back, holding herself upright with her arms, giving me full access to her body. I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly made my way down to her breasts, noticing every inch along the way as my eyes followed. Her body continued to bump with every beat of the music. Mmm, sexy. She was patient, enjoying each sensation as I watched her nipples grow in anticipation of my fingers. I leaned in and sucked each one as I rolled the other between my finger and thumb. I pulled back and watched as my hands continued their journey to her perfectly pink lips, which glistened as her wetness escaped them. I wanted to bury myself between them and be the first to make her come with a cock inside her. Why did I have to talk her into the month wait?

  I slid my finger into her, slowly. Her head jerked back as she moaned and I was about to come unleashed on her. She looked at me again and I put the finger I’d just had inside her into my mouth and sucked. She grabbed my hand and put the same finger in her mouth and sucked. Fuck, that’s hot. She sucked harder and my hips moved with the same in and out rhythm. She came at me like an animal and before I knew it, she had me on the floor with my pants around my knees.

  She didn
’t mess around anymore. My cock was down her throat all the way to my balls and she had a quick rhythm going. She sucked and moaned and I wanted to do the same to her. I sat up and pulled her hips around so that when I laid back down she squatted above my waiting mouth. The second I touched her clit with my tongue, she let out an almost agonizing moan. I smiled at her openness to show gratitude, but as soon as she had me back in her mouth, I followed suit with my own appreciative gasp and moan.

  She went at me with the rhythm I knew she wanted herself, so I complied with determined velocity. Her pussy was dripping wet and she tasted as sweet as candy as she pushed her hips down harder against my tongue and fingers. She responded thankfully by taking me deeper, and the third time I felt my head hit the back of her throat, I came, hard. She came, too, and our damp bodies convulsed against each other. That was the best non-intercourse I’ve ever had. She fell on her back beside me, trying to catch her breath. I ran my hand up her leg and kissed her foot, which lay beside my head.

  “Fucking A!” I said. She laughed.

  “Fucking A is right!” she said. “I don’t usually use that word, but it fucking applies right now.” We both laughed as we swung around on the floor and met each other’s hard worked mouths. We kissed soft and long as we kept our eyes on each other.

  “You’re amazing, Brynn,” I told her.

  “So are you, Sean.”

  “The way you move is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. You could bring me to my knees and get whatever, whenever, just to let you know.”

  “Thanks for the tip. I appreciate that.” She laughed.

  “Wanna shower?”

  She nodded, so I helped her up and led her back to my bathroom. As we entered my bedroom, I heard her gasp.

  “You have a king sized bed! With huge fluffy pillows and a down comforter! Is this where I get to sleep tonight?” She was really excited and it made me laugh as I nodded my head.

  “Go ahead, jump up,” I told her.