“Sit.” He said softly, and with a slow movement he placed her on the edge of the bed. He kneeled at her feet, letting their faces meet at eye level. A warm hand suddenly moved up her arm until it reached the back of her neck. He moved himself closer, until the tip of their noses touched, cradling her head in his large hand.
“I've missed you.” He whispered into her mouth in the dim room.
“I've missed you too.” She said, with a whisper just as quiet.
He placed his open lips gently on hers, asking to go deeper. There was no question in her mind about what she wanted. Without hesitation she let her tongue slip out between her lips and probe his mouth open further, until she met his. Touching, tasting, and rediscovering each other's mouths. Warm, wet, and irresistible. Soft kisses quickly going sloppy.
She didn't want to hold out anymore. She wanted this too much not to go all the way. She missed him. Missed his touch, his smell, what he looked like naked, what he felt like against her skin, and what he felt like inside her. No more waiting. It was rediscovery time at the Drew's house.
She pulled him with her, back onto the bed. Spread her legs as an open invitation for him to investigate farther.
“Are you sure?” He asked coming up for breath from her mouth.
“Yes. Don't ask questions. I want you. It's as simple as that. No more waiting. I've missed you so much.”
That was all the reassurance he needed. With his adept fingers he reached up and under her skirt to hook his fingers into her pink lace panties, pulled them swiftly down her legs, and had them flying across the room in seconds. Her skirt followed the same treatment.
With her hands twisted into tight knots in his hair, she felt him push himself down her body, nuzzling her stomach, to finally kiss her where she had missed it the most.
“Yeeees.” She moaned, and tightened her grip in his hair. She knew he didn't mind the doing. Instead he treated her to a well-placed, all over covering kiss, between her legs.
“Oh my God, this is the best thing in the world!” She screamed loudly as his hands took hold of her inner thighs and pushed them apart. “Oh my God, you like doing this don't you?”
“Are you kidding me?” He smiled, nestling his nose between her folds. “The way you squirm against me and the way your voice cuts through the air when you enjoy something are things that drive me nuts. If I didn't have a job to go to I would stay here between your legs all day long. Just eating you away. Taste every part of you, feel how your body shivers in response, and watch your face when you come. It's amazing. You're a piece of art.”
“Huh, most other guys don't really like being down there...“
“They're idiots.” He continued. Placing light butterfly kisses over every bare area usually hidden by her thighs. “They're missing out. I can’t get enough of anything about you. Now remember how we talked about making new memories of sex, erasing Brian out of our bedroom?”
She nodded, her eyes still closed. That meant go-time.
“But...uhm... oh... babe...”
“Mhm... are you going to talk.... through all this... cause it's kinda hard to move my tongue inside you and answer your questions at the same time. Mmm, God you taste good. I've missed this pussy.”
He buried his face deep between her thighs, spiked his tongue long and stiff like Achilles' spear, letting it open her lips. Not to seek shallow grounds, but to devour her, pushing far into her warm depth; where heat was abundant and muscles moved like the pistons of an engine. Squeezing every ounce of power his tongue was willing to give.
She screamed at the touch, grabbing big chunks of his long hair in her hands, pushing his face even harder against her skin.
“You want me deeper, babe?”
“I.... I... just... please... I...”
“Please what? You don't know?” She felt him smile between her thighs, letting his tongue move out of her to place light flickers over her clit.
Her hands were still holding him close, not wanting to let him get away for a second. She didn't know exactly what she wanted, only that he wouldn't stop, that he wasn't leaving her throbbing center which was screaming for more, more, more!
Placing juicy kisses on her wet, bare skin, he grabbed her thighs resting on his shoulders on each side of his head and moved them up and away from his body.
“No, no, no, please. Don't stop. Please don't... please...” She moaned and gazed down to find him backing away.
“Oh, we're not done yet. Turn over on your stomach...”
Dazed from arousal and heady sex she fumbled around until she was flat down facing the mattress. Her hands grabbed a hold of a pillow to place under her head. She wasn't quite sure what he had planned, but she didn't really care, as long as it involved him touching her again. Soon.
“I'll need that pillow baby... hand it over.”
Without questioning she handed over the pillow she had in her hands, and waited for his next move.
“Butt up.”
The small gap between her stomach and the mattress was soon filled with the soft pillow, folded in half for extra thickness, making her butt rise up in midair. 'Oh, interesting, this feels good.' She thought to herself.
The muscular length of his body leaned over her naked back, transferring some of his heat onto her skin, before he let his mouth work its way down her bare back. Nibbling, biting, licking, teasing, kissing. It was driving her completely wild. As an automatic response her butt kept bumping up to hit his abs, and with each little bite of her skin, her back arched like that of a stretching cat.
Suddenly a light sting hit the skin of her right butt cheek. Her eyes opened from the surprising action.
“Did you just... spank me?”
“Mhm... yes, I did. You bouncing your delicious derriere up into my body makes it quite irresistible.”
Slap. Once more.
This time the feeling of surprise was suppressed by a subtle hint of arousal. She was surprised she liked it. She needed to investigate this further.
“Again.” She said low, and grabbed the bed sheets tightly with her fists, bracing herself for the impact.
Slap. Harder his time.
“Again.” She whispered, lowering her face into the sheets.
The large size of Andy's hand made the skin of her cheek wobble under his touch. It felt surprisingly great. Beyond great.
“Again. Again.”
His hand print burned this time, but instead of turning her off, it spurred her on. By now, Andy's mouth had traveled the entire length of her back, and was lavishing her other butt cheek with kisses and slow, fully covering licks with his tongue.
“Your skin is pink babe.”
“Again.” She answered.
He responded by biting lightly into her other cheek when the sting hit. It made her scream out loud into the sheets beneath her.
“You're so wet. So amazingly wet. I can see how you glisten.”
With the firm thumb of his hand he moved down between her legs to moisten her entire area with the wetness she produced. It was a hot, throbbing mess. And he loved it.
Her wetness made it more of an accident than forced action when his thumb slid inside her pussy. Her body grabbed the whole length of his digit until it was completely hidden within her, but as slowly as it sunk in, he pulled it back out. Spreading more of her juices over her throbbing skin, tracing the line separating her round cheeks with his thumb.
With a light, teasing bite to her cheek, he let the moist pad of his thumb drum light beats over the opening to her anus. Testing, asking, pleasing. Amazingly her response came faster than he anticipated, as she arched her butt back up against the pressure of his thumb. Still circling, massaging, and teasing her tight opening.
Lavishing her whole behind in wet kisses he let the tip of his thumb enter her slowly, only to be pushed back out by her muscles just as quickly. Again he followed the same regiment. He pushed in, small increments at a time, increasing in length, just to have her muscles involuntary push hi
s thumb tip out once more. Over and over again they played this game. Until her opening engulfed his thumb in its completeness, clutching him tightly inside, not wanting him to pull back out.
Well inside, he let her adjust to the feeling of his intrusion, before his hand started moving in a rocking motion, back and forth, back and forth. Eventually the tightness slightly subsided, letting him move his thumb out completely and replace it with two of his fingers.
“Careful, please.” She whispered.
"Remember babe, we're making new memories attached to us having sex. So, I'm asking you. What do you want to do next? It's your decision.”
Breathing slowly, with her eyes still shut, face resting on the warm sheets cradling her face, she thought. It was now or never. She had to confess.
“I want to try going rough with you. Don't baby me anymore, just take me.” His quietness probed for more of her thoughts.
“Your arousal turns me on. Don't hold back anymore. Show me rough, I'm not afraid of it. Show me what rough is with you. I'm done trying the gentle part after what happened to me. I want to live fully again.”
His silence stretched on until his mouth found her butt cheek once more, nibbling and teasing, as if his mouth was on autopilot while his mind was working hard.
“Are you sure?” He asked. She nodded into the bed sheets.
“Yes.” She answered and pushed her behind backwards until she felt the warm skin of his face, and the rasp feel of his stubble nudge her between her legs.
“Remember,” he said softly. “We're making new memories. Just you and me.”
As a response he slid the two fingers down to her pussy once more, dove in, and let them move in and out of her until she clutched the sheets hard in her hands and screamed out his name.
In that instance he moved his fingers back up to find her second opening again, and this time his two fingers were allowed inside with ease.
That night, he played her in any and all of the wicked games his mind could come up with, until they'd both collapsed on the bed, desperately sucking in every single molecule of oxygen that made up the warm air mass of the room. Afterwards, he took her to the kitchen, placed her face up on the table, smothered her with homemade cherry jam, his favorite, and devoured it all until her body was clean and shiny. His mouth searched and tasted nooks and crevices everywhere on her soft body where the smooth liquid could possibly hide.
Throughout the night, he took her this way and that, here and there around the house. Tried oral, anal, straight sex, until her legs went wobbly, and she breathlessly told him he had fucked her legs spent.
Hours of low, dirty, seductive whispering went by making her insides quiver, building her up once more towards the point where one handful of her hair in his powerful grip and a small teasing bite of the sensitive skin on her upper back knocked her flat and alienated her from the world below her. One word, one teasing bite, and she had come like a running freight train down a steep hill without any breaks stopping the impact.
He magically opened up a hidden treasure chest filled with delicious naughtiness she could roam through for eternity.
Chapter 11
With Andy growing his business, working at different locations around the state most of the time, Danielle spent whole days to herself just focusing on deepening her knowledge and customer contact needed to successfully run her business she was so adamant on creating before Brian had re-entered their lives and put a halt to things. Small things like creating new font heads on the computer, or testing out new paper materials were things that kept her busy most of the time now that the printing business seemed to bloom ever since the restaurant opening which sent tons of new businesses her way.
'If that night just could have ended better: no break-in, no Brian taking her over the dining room table in front of an infuriated Andy, and no recovery period afterward.' She thought. Even though enough time had passed since the home intrusion, and her hands were healed, she continued seeing a therapist on a regular basis to talk things over with. Together they worked on getting her into another mind set with new perspectives on the images and thoughts that still lingered in her memory.
Keeping up with her business once again made her mind drift away from the horrifying memories of the past, and allowed her to focus on something else than herself for a change. Something completely different. Wilting around at home, with nothing to do, with a racing mind, was the ultimate torture.
She loved staying a busy bee working physically with her hands. Everything seemed to finally come into order after Brian's mistreatment that first awful night he visited their home.
She and Andy were doing surprisingly well and somehow the crisis and tumult let their relationship grow even deeper. They discovered how to work together through the darkness and find each other again on the other side. Still hand in hand, although on a slightly uphill stride, this was their proof of commitment to each other. Just like they had promised in front of God, the minister, and their family the day they got married.
The early days of fall had left her little nook of the world in a nice breeze. She had the windows open in the garage allowing the wind to flow through the space. Working for clients while thinking of Andy made happiness spread throughout her whole body. She even noticed her lips form a slight smile as she was flipping through binders of paint choices for printing paper and backgrounds for business fliers.
If someone would have peeked through the window at that moment, they'd probably think she was high on something having a crooked grin plastered on her face. Not only were she and Andy deeply in love once again, but they appreciated each other more than before, knowing that things could all have ended fatally that night Brian broke into the house. Knowing his current location in state prison, behind bars, without a chance to get close to either of them, allowed her to put the usual guard down and maybe even dream a little about her milestone birthday coming up in just a few days. Life really seemed to settle quite nicely albeit Brian's latest escapade inside their home and inside her body.
The 'letting her mind drift back to horrifying events at the push of a button' had to stop, and in her daily battles she made herself snap out of it to focus on work and what had to be done. Her therapist gave her a tight bracelet to use whenever the anxiety and panic started to stir deep inside her, twisting her stomach into a tight knot. By making a single snap using the tight bracelet against the thin skin of her arm she brought herself back to reality. Maybe that type of therapy wouldn't work in the long run, but for the moment it helped her stay away from her worst maddening dark daydreams and focus on what was happening in her current state. Focus on now and not dwindle in the past. She was happy work kept her extremely busy. It made her mind stay preoccupied.
Pink and gold hues would be perfect for her new client expecting to get married within the next eight months. The new client had specifically requested Danielle's design talent and printing service for everything regarding her wedding after the success that had come with the invitations for the restaurant downtown. The sweet girl wanted everything from wedding invitations, to place cards for the table, to thank you cards for guests. It was all too perfect for Danielle who was secretly hoping for more wedding business than anything else.
Working with soon-to-be-brides always seemed to make her think back to her romantic wedding day when she married her own Mr. Dreamy.
Their wedding was such a wonderful occasion. A low profile, backyard affair at his brother's farm, with acres and acres of green land. Andy and his brother built a wooden arch and his sister and mother decorated it with Danielle's favorite flowers; faded pink tulips and small branches of pink almond blossoms. The flowers matched both her bouquet and the silk waistband around her ivory white dress she had worn the afternoon of their nuptials.
Andy wore a simple dark navy colored suit, instead of the traditional black, and had tied his signature blonde strands back in a small pony tail. On his mother's request he even shaved for the occasion, but promise
d Danielle, who loved his stubble, he would leave the razor blade alone as soon as the wedding was over. Their beard conversation that day was quite memorable.
“That stubble looks so good on your face it's like my ovaries are screaming – come fertilize me now! Please don't shave it off, please, pretty please, with some sugar on top.”
“My mom already told me I had to shave it, otherwise she wouldn't attend the wedding, babe. You know how stubborn she can be.”
“Hey, are you marrying your mom or me?”
“Eww, that's disgusting! Don't you ever make me think of my mom that way. Ever.” With a disgusted face he twisted up a smile in the mirror, foaming up his face for the shave.
“Promise you grow it out again as soon as you can. There is nothing better than kissing that stubble, and feeling it rub its way all over my skin.” She let her body release a sensational shiver while she bit her lower lip hard.
“Oh yeah, you like that huh?” The hand lathering his face with white foam made a slight pause.
“Mhm.” She nodded, agreeing happily with his statement. “You moving that face of yours, rubbing that rough hair between my legs could make me come just thinking about it. Your facial hair is like my personal, good looking vibrator.”
Watching her in the mirror running a hand through her hair he turned on the water in the sink and washed off all the foam he just spread across his face so deliberately.
“What are you doing? You just said your mom told you to shave?”
“Let's put this beard to work one last time before I have to shave it off.” Using the soft towel next to the sink he rubbed off the last part of the shaving cream and turned to her, rubbing his chin slowly with his fingers.
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