by Zoey Parker
“More,” she gasps. She sounds like she is close to coming already. I can’t blame her for being so eager. The intensity vibrating between us has me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. But instead of being impatient to dive in, I want to draw out every step with excruciating persistence. Let us wait. Let us burn longer. Let us burn hotter.
I kiss her neck while I keep my finger pressed gently on her slickness. When I feel like she’s waited long enough, I start to push it in. I move incredibly slowly, letting her absorb me within her at a glacial pace. I am immersed in her moisture and heat, both of which flow out of her faster and faster with every further inch of my finger.
Finally, I reach my last knuckle. I start to pull it out again to start anew, but she grabs my wrist.
“Don’t go,” she says.
I smile more. Without a word, I pluck her hand away from mine and pin it above her head. I do the same with her other arm, so that she is trapped beneath my teasing touch. She whimpers again, but it isn’t in fear or frustration. It’s the moan of someone preparing to come harder than she’s ever come in her life.
I pull my finger out completely and let her sit for a moment. After this, there’s no going back. She responds exactly how she should—with the longest, most plaintive plea and begging stare I’ve ever seen. I’m instantly on edge. That look alone could make a weaker man come. All reservation is gone from her eyes. This is what she wants.
And I’m the only man who can give it to her.
Moving quicker, I push two fingers inside of her wet cunt while my thumb starts to rub circles on her throbbing clit. Her whole body comes to life, jerking at random intervals like a live wire. Her eyes are closed and she is gnawing on her lip feverishly. Little moans escape whenever she can no longer hold them back.
Inside of her, I curl my fingers back towards me, palm up, and stroke on the rough patch of her g-spot. The motion on her clit and my fingers within her combine and push until I can see she is teetering on the edge of coming.
It won’t take much more for her to fall. But I don’t want this to be just a regular climax. I want it to be nothing less than earth-shattering.
I release her arms and dive between her thighs to add my mouth to the mix. Wet, sloppy, frantic, I bathe her core in huge swathes of my tongue. I don’t let my hands stop urging her closer while I lick and kiss at her clit and lips. She seizes my hair, and clenches her thighs as I coax her up, until she soars into an orgasm.
The muscles of her legs spasm against the sides of my head. I stop fingering her, but I maintain a steady pressure on her clit with my tongue as she comes. Her chest quivers. She sucks in breath and struggles to let it go. Even behind her closed eyes, I can see her eyes trembling. Nearly a minute goes by as she continues to twitch under my touch.
Eventually, she eases down, drawing in huge gulps of air like she was starved for it. Her eyes open, and I’m struck again by everything that is written in them, all the trust, the immense desire. I look up at her between her legs. She doesn’t say anything—and she doesn’t need to—as she pulls me towards her.
Our mouths meet midway. Her lips suck greedily at the juices painted on my tongue and chin. She tastes herself on me and sucks in harder like she wants more. I know the feeling. Her hands go back to rubbing up and down my torso. She lets one drop to the bulge in my jeans and grips ravenously at my burgeoning cock.
I pivot back to a seated position and pull her to straddling me. Her dress is splayed out across my lap and I can feel the molten heat of her pussy spreading through my jeans. I pull back from our kiss and stare at her for a moment. She looks back, eyes wide open and brimming with physical need.
“What do you want?” I ask her. I want to hear her say it. As soon as she says what I know she will say, then I can be sure that she is mine. I want to fuck Grady right out of her life. This is the first step.
She answers immediately. “I want you. I want to feel you everywhere.”
“Let’s go.” I put my hands under her ass and stand. She wraps her legs behind my back as we kiss and stumble our way to my bedroom down the hall. We reach the foot of the bed, still tongue-deep in each other, and I gently put her back on her feet.
I twine my fingers between hers and take a half-step back. Carefully, I raise our hands above her head and spin her slowly so that she faces away from me. The moon is filtering in through the sheer curtains, lighting up the dark skin of her bare shoulders. The mood between us is as delicate and fragile as Kendra herself. Every touch must be careful.
I reach to her back and grab the tag of her dress’s zipper. Drawing down slowly, I expose successive inches of her skin to the moonbeams. Her back comes into view, half-lit and beautiful. Our breath is the only sound in the room—bated, cautious, but burning with anticipation.
The sides of her dress peel down. I put my hands to her hips and pinch the fabric, then slide it down. She stands still, looking halfway back over her shoulder at me, letting me undress her in the silent, shadowy bedroom. The air feels like glass. One wrong move and the whole thing might shatter.
The dress falls to the floor in a milky white puddle. She isn’t wearing a bra. There are only her thin white panties separating her from total nakedness. Kendra turns to face me. Her body is shaking from head to toe as she tilts up her chin to steal a tiny kiss. She retreats, almost fearfully, eyes roaming my face in search of a reaction.
Then, as if we have turned some invisible corner, the glassy fragility of the air implodes, and flame rushes in. We grab each other with renewed intensity as our mouths suck at each other. I bite her neck, her earlobes, her shoulders, while my hands grab tight palmfuls of her ass and thighs. Her body feels even more delicious than I first imagined when I saw her at the club. It curves and gives exactly where it should, like she was designed for me to hold.
She pushes the shirt over my head to reveal my torso, running fingertips along the indents of my abs. Without pausing, she undoes the buckle of my belt and pushes my jeans to the floor. My manhood stands erect between us. She grabs onto it and starts to stroke slowly while rubbing the tip against her hot pussy.
I pick her up by the hips and toss her casually onto the bed. She lands with a surprised gasp. She has barely enough time to draw in breath before I’m on her again, kissing insatiably, squeezing and nipping and pressing my skin against hers. I lean back, pull her panties down her legs, and toss them to the side. She starts to tuck her knees together out of instinct, but I ease them apart and lick teasingly at her weeping cunt. She sighs and fumbles at the sheets for purchase.
There’s no time to wait anymore. I can’t bear not being inside of her. One look at her face and I know she feels the same way.
“I’ll be right back,” I say.
“Wait, what? Where are you going?” she panics. I see her fingertips are shaking. I can see a flush in her cheeks even through the cinnamon shade of her skin.
I ignore her questions as I pad over to my bedside table. Opening the drawer, I pull out a condom before retreating back to the foot of the bed. I stand over her, cock at full attention, looking down at the insanely beautiful girl spread naked on my comforter.
Tearing open the foil packaging, I roll the rubber down my length. I toss the wrapper aside and clamber to kneel in front of Kendra. I line my erection up with her opening, but before I put it in, I hesitate.
She props herself on her elbows to look at me. We stare into each other’s eyes for what feels like centuries as heat builds around and between us. I wonder how long I can hold out. I’m determined to make her beg for me, but I can see her fighting the urge, too.
She breaks first. Leaning forward to kiss me, she wraps a hand around the base of my shaft and pulls me inside of her. The greedy sucking of her cunt around me is almost enough to make me come on the first stroke. I fight it back, though. This fucking deserves to be long and slow.
Kendra falls back onto her shoulder blades and pulls me towards her. I lean over to lick her neck as I slide my hips
forward to meet hers. It’s a good thing she is so wet; otherwise, she might be too tight for me to penetrate.
The first few strokes are deep, easy, slow. I start to speed up as we kiss harder and her nails claw down my back. Every pump elicits a new moan from her in my ear. I arrange her legs around my back to gain new leverage as I thrust into her with reckless speed.
“Oh, oh, Mortar,” she whines to me in a raspy voice.
I growl a wordless response and buck faster.
I reach a hand between her legs and stroke her clit. The first few circles are enough to send her rocketing over the hill of a second orgasm. She squeezes around me, clinging to me as she rides out the waves coursing through her veins. The moans devolve into a breathless panting. Her nails dig deeper.
As soon as she regains her breath, I flip onto my back. She rolls with me, coming to a rest with a knee on either side of my torso. Barely a second passes before we are deep in the throes of thrusting against each other again. My cock slides into her sheath and withdraws for a brief taste of air before I plunge back into her. She leans back with her hands on my thighs, exposing her brown breasts to the moonlight. I seize a rough handful of them as she bounces on me. The contrast of my pale skin against her coffee shade is its own kind of beautiful.
I’m getting too close to coming. It’s almost impossible to resist the urge. Kendra swings her weight forward, plants her palms on my chest, and starts to ride me furiously, her hips nearly a blur as she bobs up and down.
I can’t hold back anymore. I feel my balls clench and I unleash a fiery load of cum with a guttural roar. Kendra looks straight at me as I come inside of her. Those eyes alone are enough.
Goddamn.
After what feels like hours, I let my head fall back on the pillow. I’m fucking spent. Kendra collapses by my side. Sweat gleams from her skin and mine. That shit was hard work.
As the heat of the sex cools from our bodies, I feel Kendra growing stiff beside me. The open pliancy she’d had before is gone now, replaced by a coldness I can practically feel. I look over to her and see her forehead knitted in concern.
“You okay?” I ask. I’m still catching my breath.
She doesn’t answer.
“Kendra,” I repeat. “Is something wrong?” I notice her breath is rapid and shallow. It doesn’t take a genius to see that she’s on the verge of a full-on panic attack.
“He’s going to kill me,” she says. “He’s going to kill us both.” Her voice is cold and barely more than a whisper.
“What are you talking about?”
“Grady. He’s going to find out about this and then he’ll kill me.”
“No, Kendra. Don’t be ridiculous. Nothing’s going to happen.”
“Yes, it is. He’s going to find out!” She throws my arm from around her and starts to climb out of the bed. I drag her back down by the hips, but she is fighting, wriggling out of my grasp, clawing at my hands as she tries to get away.
“He’s going to kill me!” she keeps saying over and over again. “I have to go.”
“You can’t go! Stay here. You’re better off here than anywhere else right now.”
“Let go of me!” she shrieks. Her bare breasts are bouncing as she struggles to push me away from her. I let go and she retreats to the other side of the bed. The open, trusting eyes I saw earlier are completely vanished. Instead, her whole face is painted with fear.
“You don’t know what he can do. He’s insane. He finds out everything, and as soon as he does, I’m as good as dead. I have to go back.” Her pupils are dilated and roaming.
I feel like I’m talking to a wild animal. I keep my tone calm, soothing. “Kendra, listen to me. You can’t go anywhere. You’re safest here.” Every word is slow. “If you’re here, he can’t hurt you. I’m here. I’ll protect you.”
I watch her chest rise and fall as she starts to breathe deeper. My words are working a little bit at a time to calm her down.
“Breathe, Kendra. Think about what I’m telling you. I’m here. You’re safe with me.” I see the fight go out of her. Her whole body softens. “Come here,” I tell her, patting the bed next to me. Gradually, she slinks over to me and huddles against my torso. I can feel her trembling.
I wrap my arm around her to pull her close. I need her to feel the physical truth of what I’m saying. That’s the only way I’ll get through to her. “Trust me,” I say. “I made you a promise. I don’t care what the rest of the world wants. This is my promise to you: you’re safe here. As long as you’re with me, you’ll always be safe.”
Kendra burrows deeper against me. Her body is so light and tiny. There’s part of me that wants to break it, ravage it, but there’s another part that wants to keep anyone else from ever laying a finger on her. I’ve never had two voices saying such different things to me at once. My head is swirling.
But I push away the thoughts. For now, that doesn’t matter. Nothing does. We fall asleep, my arm around her, with nothing but a promise between us and the world.
* * *
The morning sun stabs through the curtains. It’s early, but my bedroom window faces east. I always liked it that way. There’s always work to be done.
Well, there is usually work to be done. For the first time since I can remember, I’m content just lying in bed. There’s a beautiful girl curled under my arm. I feel her stir and see that she’s awake, too. The yawn that rips across her face is nothing short of adorable.
It’s a shame that I have to tell her what’s coming.
Not yet, though. There will be plenty of time for that later.
Kendra traces a wandering fingertip over the outline of a fresh tattoo on my ribcage. “What’s this one?” she asks. Her voice is still thick with sleep.
“It’s a Penrose triangle,” I answer. “A twisted triangle that can only exist as a drawing on paper. You can’t make it in real life.”
“What does it mean?”
“Shows that some things aren’t meant to be real.”
She falls silent, not sure what to think of what I’ve just told her. “That’s a sad thing to have on your body forever,” she says after a while.
“I guess you could think of it like that.”
She looks up at me, eyes searching my face for an explanation. “Is there a reason you got it?”
I wonder what I can tell this girl. If I can trust her. Not just with the reasons, but with what it meant to me..
Hell, I still can’t say for sure what it meant to me. I don’t even want to think about it.
“For my brother,” I answer eventually. “He’s dead.” I leave it at that.
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs instantly. “That’s awful.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s nice of you to commemorate him, though. It’s good to be remembered by family.”
What is it with this girl’s ability to say just the right thing that triggers all the thoughts I’d rather not think? Family, memory…she harps on it without even knowing that it’s something that’s been gnawing at me for so long.
“I’m the only one he had to remember him.” I don’t want to look at her while I say this. I keep my eyes on the ceiling. Inside my head, thoughts are spiraling out of control. It’s the same broken record that is has been for weeks: Who will remember you? Who will remember you? Over and over, endless, fucking incessant.
I’ve been trying not to think about my scheme, too. It feels almost wrong to be planning how I’ll use Kendra at the same time that she’s curled up in my arms. But I can’t worry about things like that. I need what I need, and this is a golden opportunity. I’m not going to let these silly conflicts of emotion get in the way.
“He didn’t have any kids?” she asks me. “Or a wife?”
“Just me. Only family we had left was each other.”
Kendra kisses my neck. She’s gorgeous, caring, intelligent—everything I could ever want in the mother of my son. I wonder if she’ll run away when I tell her what I want. Then I reme
mber she doesn’t have a choice. I can’t decide if that’s sick of me to think that thought with satisfaction. I just don’t know.
She says, “What about you? Any little ones running out there I should know about?”
I take a breath. I’m icy cool. There is only one way forward. “There weren’t, up until now.” I feel her shift against me. She’s curious.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I made you a promise. And I want something in return.”
Kendra sits up. What an incredible body she has, what soft and fragrant skin. I can’t wait to see her heavy with my baby.
“What do you want in return?” she asks cautiously, guarded.
