He rolled onto his back. She climbed over him.
—Slide up. I want to taste you. I want to feel your lips on four of mine.
—I think slide is going to be the operative word, don’t you? Do you know how much of a mess I am full of your come?
—Then show me. I want to be able to brag about it to you the next time.
The next time? No. She couldn’t. Could she? Could she see him again?
She dragged herself all the way up to cover his lips with hers. She looked back to see if she actually left a trail. Before she could think, she asked the question.
—Where would we meet?
She’d said it. She couldn’t believe it. She’d done it. She collapsed on his face in orgasm. She slipped. She almost fell off of his face. She caught herself and snuggled in against the boy.
—Do you even want to see me again?
His fingers played with the hair above her V.
—I like that. It feels nice.
—I like it too.
She covered his hand with hers and guided it to her wet, swollen lips.
—Reach in and feel for the little bump. It’s right behind my clit. Can you get to it? Ho. Shit. You just did. Now massage it. Ohhhhh. Do you remember- Ohh. That’s it. Do you remember- I’ll do that for you. Just keep at me. Finger fuck me. Yes. I’ll do you that way too.
When she came, she squirted on his hand.
—Maybe I could see you again. If you want to. Do you think you might?
He didn’t answer.
Dania eased his hand out of her and closed her legs.
—You watched me dress in that mirror. Look at us now.
—I know. I remember. You let me watch.
She smiled.
—Maybe. Aren’t you glad now?
A fresh erection brushed against the back of her thighs. She slowed to let him rub it against her ass. She reached back to guide the head between them. God, he was as hard as a rock again.
—How can you be so eager for me so soon?
—Don’t you think it’s because of you and what you do to me?
She got back up on her hands and knees. His cock hung between her legs.
—Put it back in. Hurry.
When the tip brushed against her opening, she pushed herself back as hard as she could. The head entered, she gasped, and collapsed as cock filled her. She allowed him to go at her until he collapsed on top of her in a frenzy.
Trapped by her closed thighs, he didn’t even attempt to push off.
—Turn me over. I want to hold you between my legs.
She didn’t want to let him go. He was so warm. So responsive to her. So eager to please, even when he couldn’t and he came in her.
She let him. She wanted him to have her.
—You’re a little come machine, aren’t you? The girls are going to like you. Now come up here. I want to suck you off.
Dania inserted a finger, found the bump she was looking for, and went to work on the boy. She had him begging for more in a matter of minutes. She let him come, and come again.
—You taste good. Fresh. I like it. I think I like you, too.
She went back to work.
—Tell me when you’ve had enough.
He moaned. He groaned. He grunted.
He never said a word. He let her go at him. Finally, he spoke.
—Yes I want to see you.
Dania’s jaw was sore from the constant blow jobs she was giving the boy. She couldn’t get enough of him. Finally, his come became a mere trickle in her mouth. He’d had enough. So had she.
—Why don’t you go to sleep? I’ll wake you in a bit.
She was the one to need the break. She rolled onto her side, curled up, and pressed her rear into him. Involuntarily, his arm went around her and he kissed her behind the ear.
—Mmm. That was nice. You’re spoiling me.
She knew she had done a fair bit of spoiling, too. In fact, before she dozed off, Dania hoped he’d awaken refreshed and ready for a lot more of her kind of spoiling.
—Mmm. Yes. Oh. It’s you. You’re still here.
The boy’s face was between her legs. He stopped doing what he was doing to answer.
—Do you want me to leave?
—No. I want you to keep on doing just what you’re doing.
She pressed herself against his face. With a bit of help, she managed to keep his tongue on her clit until she climaxed and wet over his face.
—I can’t do that for you. My jaw is sore from last night.
—It’s all right. Can I jerk off on you again?
—Oh. Yes please. Yes please. Wait until I sit up.
She watched his frantic stroking. Suddenly, without warning, a small arc of come shot up and plopped onto her breast. Her nipple hardened instantly. She rubbed the sticky come into it, licked her fingers, and fed it to him.
—From you to me and back again.
She pulled him up beside her, wiped his messy wet face with her hand, and snuggled against him.
—If we’re going to stay in bed all day, you’re going to have to eat something.
She giggled uncontrollably.
—And I don’t mean what you just had. Stay here and rest, okay?
Dania slipped out of bed and headed into the kitchen. She didn’t bother to dress. Why would she, when she knew she’d only be tearing off her clothes for the boy when she got back?
—Here we go. Breakfast for two, because I figure you’re going to need it.
She slipped beneath the covers and snuggled against him in the warmth he brought into her bed. When he finished, she pulled the covers up and cradled him in her arms.
—Sleep, baby. We have plenty of time still. Sleep.
While her boy slept, Dania ran a bath. She stepped gingerly into the hot water. Her tired and aching body relaxed as she slipped deeper into the tub. She didn’t realize how fatigued she was until she woke in a tub of cold water.
She hurried, out, dried, and went back to her bedroom. Her boy was still sleeping. She lifted the sheet, took a good, long look, and crawled in beside him. She curled up, pushed her rear into him, and felt him harden instantly against her warm rear.
The length of his cock rested against the crack of her ass. Hard as he was, she didn’t think he could make his way into her that way. That, and she didn’t want to miss taking him full on on top of her with his urgent need for her.
She wanted him fucking her, straining to get in, sweaty, heaving himself at her again and again. God, she was soaking wet just remembering how urgently he had jerked off on her. She wanted that same cock between her legs, urgently coming in her.
She lifted his hardon off of his stomach and climbed over it. She suspended herself over the tip, watching, looking, willing herself to wait. Finally, she had enough. She had to have him in her.
She slid down the shaft in a long, slow, languorous fuck as she took him as deep as she could. Her lips surrounded the shaft stuck in her. She came quick, gasping and sobbing. Tears streamed down her face.
She went to get up off of him. She came again, and plopped herself back down. More tears. More lifting off. More contracting as she came again.
Her hips rocked. Her hips rolled. Her hips circled. She came again. This time, she cried out. She sobbed again as huge tears rolled down her cheeks and slipped to her breasts.
She held them over his mouth. He licked his lips, opened his eyes, and she saw then widen as he tasted and recognized her tears.
—Are you all right? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry. I was asleep. You shouldn’t have climbed on me like that.
Dania cried out as she felt him shoot into her.
—No, baby. Come in me. It’s all right. I want you in me. Can you taste me?
—Your tears are all salty. I like them when you serve them up to me from your nipples, though.
He massaged her breasts and she settled back down on him.
—Fuck me like that for as long as you want. I’ll try to stay good
for you, all right?
—All right. Let me fuck you then.
She went at him as though fevered. She wanted cock. She wanted fucking. She wanted come. She wanted him.
—Let me fuck you. Let me fuck you. Make me come. Fuck me. Don’t come in me. Just let me fuck you.
When she finished over him, they were a sweaty mess once again.
—You stink of me, dirty boy. You stink of come and woman. What have you been doing for the past two days?
—Letting you fuck me by the look of it. I could smell you almost as soon as I came through the door.
—You could not. I dare you.
—I didn’t know what it was until I had my head between your legs, but yes, I could. It was a musky, woman scent. I liked it right away. You smell good.
Dania’s face reddened. Her torso turned pink.
—Look at me. You make me crazy for you. What are you doing to me? I’ve never been like this before. Can you stay hard? I want to fuck you some more. I want to come for you. Not for me. I want to come for you.
She rocked back and forth on his cock. When she came, she squealed in delight as she felt him emptying himself into her.
—Good. I want your come in me. I want you running out of me with every move.
She forgot all about the man in her life. She forgot when he’d be coming home. She only knew she wanted to fuck and get fucked. She knew too that it was impossible for them to go on forever.
—You have to go soon. I’m so sorry.
—I know. It’s all right. You’re wonderful.
—You’re pretty wonderful yourself, you know. I feel so spoiled by you. And sore. And tender. I’ve not felt that way for a long while. It’s a good feeling, and it’s all because of you.
Dania helped him find his clothes.
—Do you want a shower before you go? I’ve made an absolute mess of you, you know.
—And I let you. It was only fair. I’ll be back in a second.
He returned with a piece of paper.
—Here’s my number. You can call me any time.
Tears rolled down her face. He kissed his way down to her naked, salty breasts and back up to her mouth. She embraced him, hugged tight, and walked naked with him to the door.
—Let’s not be strangers, okay?
—Happy Valentine’s Day, you beautiful, naked woman.
Dania was about to walk with him down the hall before she realized she really was naked. What she really wanted was to follow him as far as she could, even to where he lived. She wanted him in her life.
She had no idea how she’d break the news that she was pregnant.
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Come To Me
Dania has many sleepless nights tossing and turning in her bed while her partner is sound asleep next to her. She can’t get the vivid memory of her two-day sex fest out of her mind, no matter how she tries. Too intent on savoring the memory for fear she will forget the experience, she begins to refuse sex in any form.
DANIA WAS WALKING to her car when she saw him. Immediately, she flushed. Her face went warm. Her middle twinged. She almost stumbled, caught herself, and stopped dead in her tracks.
Oh my god. It’s him. It has to be.
At first, she didn’t believe her own eyes. Then her body took over, and she hurried her pace to keep up with the boy. She ran through in her mind what she’d say when she caught him.
Suddenly, she stopped. What would she say? What could she say? She didn’t even know his name. She’d gone so crazy to have him fuck her that she hadn’t bothered even to look at the phone number he’d left behind.
Dania changed her mind and walked back to her car on the college parking lot. She didn’t bother to stop for the obligatory coffee she normally picked up. When she walked in the door and looked around, she had no memory of even driving.
In the mirror, her lips were bloody from biting them. Her tongue was sore. She must have chewed on that, too. Again, she couldn’t remember. She swished some cool water and let an ice cube melt in her mouth.
She moved around the kitchen like a robot. She made a sandwich and left it on the counter, fully indenting to come back to it. She popped a disc into the coffee maker and checked that the light came on. She didn’t hear the sound it made.
She wandered down the hall, undressed, and checked her body in the mirror. The marks of their fucking were all gone now. He’d playfully left some bite marks just inside her ass cheeks. Just to be sure, she checked.
High up on one of her inner thighs she’d told him he could give her a hickey, and giggled with him when he did. When she was asleep, unknown to her, he’d placed a pillow under her, spread her legs, and did the exact same thing to the other.
Later, when he pointed it out, she’d playfully smacked him on the shoulder. They’d laughed, and fucked again, just for spite and knowing that her partner would never notice any of them.
Dania sighed at the memories. She’d been obsessed with fucking him. And letting him fuck her. And it had only been for two days. It had been an intense and sexually charged two days for both of them. When it was over, he’d left her naked body, she’d closed the door, and had never seen him again.
She’d forgotten all about phone number. He’d left his number. She remembered not looking at it. She knew she must have put it somewhere. Either that, or she immediately threw it out because she knew she’d have no use for it.
Yes. That was before she couldn’t get the memories of their crazy sex out of her mind.
Trouble. She knew he’d be trouble. And not the good kind. The sex kind. And now it was turning out to be true for her. Her unconscious mind had put him out of it until it no longer could.
Frantically, she searched through her dresser, tossing, throwing, emptying everything. She scattered her underwear everywhere, thinking she must have obviously put in there. Hell, that’s where every woman stashed those kinds of things.
Nothing. And the bedroom was now a mess. She tidied up, folded and replaced everything, and sat on the edge of the bed. Where or where did I put it, she wondered.
Dania went back to the entrance to her apartment. She remembered standing here, self-conscious and naked, with her forearm covering her wet, sticky breasts, and her hand over her middle, covering the mess down there.
She remembered wishing she’d put something on to cover the mess running down her thighs. It was the first time she’d stood up with him for hours and hours. She giggled to herself. She’d been such a little whore for him.
Because of him. Because of the effect he had on her. And she’d had on him. It had to be both of them. They were both crazy for each other sexually. Crazy to fuck. Crazy to come. Just plain sex crazy.
Her nipples tingled at the memory. Damn it. She wanted to find that number.
The medicine chest. She went into the bathroom closet and looked in her IUD box. She had no idea why she’d saved it, but sure enough, it was in there. That must have been why.
She shrugged, looked at the number, and went to the kitchen to finish the sandwich, drink coffee, and tell herself all the reasons why she shouldn’t text the boy.
In twenty minutes, with coffee and sandwich unfinished, she started to tap out a text.
The response came immediately.
Kevin. His name was Kevin.
And miracle of miracles, he was in the same building.
Kevin. She savored the name. Said it out loud. Whispered it. Moved her lips while mouthing it silently. She sung it. She hummed it. She practiced it the entire time she was in the shower letting the hot water wash away all of her previous sins, ever.
It took a long time.
What would she wear? She spent more time on that than anything else. An hour later, she still hadn’t made up her mind beyond a pair of very thin peach-shaded, hip-hugger panties, dark stayups, and a pair of fuck-me pumps.
She considered switching to a thong, but changed her mind at the last minute - except it wasn’t the last minute. She still couldn’t make
up her mind on something to cover her legs, a shirt, and a bra of some sort beneath it.
It was another hour before she walked the stairway up two floors and knocked on Kevin’s door. A nervous smile crossed her face. Was she forcing herself on him? Had she been stalking him? Would he welcome her into his apartment, or would he be standoffish?
She straightened her shirt, pushed down her skirt to force the hem a little lower, and pulled on her stayups. She’d not worn makeup for weeks, but today, now, she was ready for anything from a night out on the town to being refused entrance.
She heard footsteps. She fixed a nervous smile on her face, flipped her hair, ran her tongue over her teeth, and for good measure, pulled her skirt even farther down.
—Oh Kevin.
Dania couldn’t help it. She stumbled with her first step. He caught her and held her. The door closed. She sighed.
—Dani. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. You didn’t text. I thought you had disappeared on me. I knew you had. I’m so glad you’re finally here. Where have you been? What have you been doing? Come in. Come in.
He couldn't shut up.
She couldn’t stop grinning.
He took her hand and she followed him into the living room.
She couldn’t talk. The grin plastered over her face wouldn’t allow her. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, either.
Oh god, he’s going to think I’m retarded or something.
He looked good. Even better than the first time she’d seen him. He didn’t look as tired as when she’d walked him to her door, naked, and said goodbye.
Well no wonder that. They’d fucked themselves almost to death and hadn’t eaten anything to boot.
—You look good.
He blushed.
—You look better, Dani.
Dania too flushed at the compliment. Damn, but she thought she looked pretty good right now, too. She’d spent hours preparing for this moment.
—Would you like anything?
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