by Megan Ziese
She felt his cock jerk inside of her with the spasms of his release.
Pleasure filled her as her own climax reached its zenith and began to dispel in warm shimmery waves of repletion. She clung to him as the tension abandoned her body along with her strength, gasping for breath.
She felt the tension go out of him, felt him begin to weigh more and more heavily against her.
Finally, he moved off of her and took in a deep, shuddering breath.
Deprived abruptly of his heat and closeness, she rolled toward him to drape herself limply across him.
She tilted her head back and looked up at him.
He met her gaze.
“Woman, if you had any idea what you do to me ….”
A knot of emotion forced her throat closed at the look in his eyes.
“What?” she asked a little breathlessly, needing to hear more.
He grasped her hand, carrying it to the front of his erection, curling her fingers around his around it, and guiding her hand to stroke him for several moments.
“So this is what I do to you? Here I thought it was something more serious,” she said teasingly, closing her eyes in a slumberous bliss.
His gaze remained serious. “It is … every time I look at you, get close to you, inhale that sweet scent that’s all your own, or hear the sound of your beautiful voice.”
He craned his head toward her slowly, snaring her lower lip in his mouth, he sucked at it playfully. “No woman has ever taken the toll on my heart the way you have,” he murmured, pausing to nip at her upper lip. “I’m quite sure no other woman ever will.”
He kissed her lips almost teasingly, alternately brushing his lips along hers and then plucking at them with his teeth. He lifted his head slightly after a moment to look down at her.
Sensing that he was watching her, she opened her eyes with monumental effort and looked back at him.
He took her hand and guided it to his cock.
She wrapped her fingers around his thick cock as it began to thrum with renewed vigor, exploring it from root to tip.
His eyes slid closed, his brow furrowing.
She watched his face, fascinated by the play of emotions on it as she stroked him, reaching down after a bit to cup and cradle his balls in her other hand as she had before.
His breath caught in his throat.
“Baby, that feels so good,” he murmured in a darkly husky whisper that only served to increase the arousal burgeoning to life inside of her, causing a cascade of goose bumps to heighten her awareness of every inch where their bodies touched.
Placing a finger beneath her chin, he nudged it upward and caught her lips in a kiss that set off a conflagration within.
It wasn’t a tentative kiss but one full of passion and hunger. He opened his mouth over hers and plunged his tongue past the delicate barrier of her lips, in one movement laying claim to the heated pool of her mouth.
His scent filled her like a mind altering drug as he raked his tongue along hers, producing both an instant euphoria and a weakening of every muscle in her body at the simultaneously.
She sucked greedily at his tongue, desperate for more of the taste of him.
A shudder coursed through his big body that served to excite her even more. Grabbing one thigh to move it out of his way, he slid on top of her and wedged his narrow hips between her thighs.
The brush of his cock against the lips of her pussy as he rocked his hips added another stimulating facet to the sensations pelting her—the hard, silk sheathed root of his manhood, the tickle of the hair that surrounded it, and the press of his bare belly and chest against hers.
Lifting her arms, she explored his back with her palms and fingertips, enjoying the smoothness of his skin and the hard muscles beneath it. His weight felt good against her, right in a way she didn’t take the time to explore. She didn’t want to think about anything except the way he made her feel and the comfort and excitement she derived from his just having him near. The fervor of his touch made her feel wanted, desired, needed. The solid strength of his large frame made her feel feminine and desirable and protected all at the same time.
Wanting every inch of contact she could get her hands on, she curled one leg around his narrow hips and stroked her foot along his long legs.
She didn’t know if it was his nimble touch and practiced kisses or something more fundamental to him—an unexpected chemical reaction between the two of them—but the only doubt that flickered through her mind at the moment was whether she could stand to wait any longer for the deep connection with Nigel that her body yearned for. She spread her thighs wider to accommodate him at the thought, rubbing against his sex with her own, arching against him in encouragement.
He ignored the bait, breaking their kiss to explore her body further. The pull of his mouth on her nipple nearly took her breath away, stroked the fire inside of her higher and higher until she was tossing beneath him restlessly, gasping for breath, too weak with desperation and need for rational thought of any kind.
He guided the head of his cock into the mouth of her sex.
Her focus shifted abruptly to the feel of his thick flesh entering her, spreading her in a way that made her yearn sharply for more. She curled her hips eagerly to receive, braced herself to counter his thrust and hold herself still until he’d thrust deeply, withdrew and thrust again.
Her heart felt as if it had leapt into her throat to throttle her. She stroked his silky hair. “Nigel, it’s amazing,” she whispered.
A tremor coursed through him. He pushed himself up on one elbow to look at her, moving shallowly in and out along her channel, titillating her with each stroke that barely grazed her g-spot.
She opened her eyes to look at him, and the expression on his face halted the air in her lungs.
Maintaining his hold on her gaze, he curled his hips, slowly pressing deeper until she could feel him rubbing his belly against hers, could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her womb. He lowered his upper body, resting his weight on his elbows, and slipped his arms beneath her shoulders.
“It’s so much more than that,” he said in a voice gone suddenly hoarse with emotion, lowering his head to meet her lips once more as he slowly pulled out of her sex and then set a pace that he mirrored with the thrust of his tongue.
Heat radiated all over her. She adhered tightly to him, opening herself merely to receive initially, to wallow in the exquisite feel of his penetration, of the deep connection that made her ache for completion. The moment came when she couldn’t remain immobile any longer, when she felt her body sprinting toward fruition and demanding her to move with him.
Panting for breath when he broke the kiss, he tunneled his face against her neck. She countered his nearly possessed thrusts with the same desperation until, abruptly, the tension seized her body, making her arch against him, dragging a sharp cry from her lips.
He bit down on her shoulder in that same moment. The sharp pain, rather than diverting her attention, sent her soaring over the precipice she’d been teetering on in hard spasms that made her feel as if she was exploding into a million pieces. She writhed against him discordantly, too mindless to maintain any sort of rhythm. He lifted his head, ground his teeth together, and then uttered a primal roar of pleasure as his body claimed hers, convulsed with her, yielding up his seed to bathe her womb.
The next morning Sera woke up and felt like she had a lead weight on her chest. She looked down at her body to realize that Nigel had an arm thrown possessively across her. The events of the night before came rushing back to her, flooding her cheeks with color. They’d had fantastic sex, but what would the morning bring? Would he pass it off as nothing but assuaging each other’s needs? Or would he now want more? She had already told him she didn’t want a man in her life.
Throwing his arm off, she got out of bed. She had things to do. She had to get to work, and she didn’t need this distraction. She had never lived with anybody and she wasn’t comfortable with being a
round him when she had to tinkle and puke her guts out. She needed to pee-bad. He had to leave.
She pushed on him till he woke up.
“Yes, baby? Does that mean you want more? Just give me a minute to wake up.”
Sera’s brow furrowed in irritation. Yes, it had been good sex, but she wasn’t the kind of woman that wanted it so damn badly she couldn’t wait until the man woke up to get it. God he was so full of himself! “No, you need to leave.”
That comment woke him up.
“Leave? Why?” It took him a little bit to get fully awake and aware in the mornings. So he was a little confused, but after last night, he figured they had gotten something started. “I thought . . . .”
“Nope. I don’t know what you thought and I don’t want to hear it. You need to leave right now. When I come out of the bathroom, I want you gone.”
Sera went to the bathroom, quickly shutting and locking the door behind her. She turned on the shower to let it start getting warm.
Nigel went to the door. He knocked on it. When he heard nothing, he tried the knob and realized she’d locked him out. “Sera, we need to talk.”
Through the door, Sera said, “Look, Nigel, there’s nothing to talk about. I already told you how I wanted my life. Last night was great and all that, but that doesn’t change anything. I want you to leave.”
Nigel didn’t say anything else, and a few minutes later she heard her front door shut. She swallowed hard past emotion that suddenly was making it hard to breathe. This was what she wanted, she assured herself. Men only complicated things. She couldn’t let him wear down her defenses. She was going to have a good day. She wasn’t going to let anything ruin it because her friend Patricia had called the day before to remind her that she was supposed to come to the bar with them for a girls’ night out today, a sort of bachelorette party for their mutual friend Nicole who was finally tying the knot. Of course, she couldn’t drink because she was pregnant, but she planned on dancing her ass off. It would probably be the last time she went out to the bar in a long time since she was going to be a mom in just a few short months.
* * * *
Irene picked up the phone and dialed Sera’s home phone number. When she got the answering machine, she decided to dial Sera’s cell phone number. She had cooked one of Sera’s favorite meals and really wanted her to come over and enjoy it. Perhaps it would help her to feel more like she was a part of their family. And maybe she could see herself getting used to seeing Nigel over the supper table.
Nigel watched his mother from across the living room. He knew who she was calling. He also knew what she was up to. She was still trying to play matchmaker. He knew she had every intention of asking Sera to supper, he knew it as soon as she’d said she was fixing something that Sera really enjoyed. He couldn’t complain. This way at least it didn’t appear that he would have anything to do with it, and he would have more time with her, which was exactly what he needed.
He leaned back against the couch and pretended to read the newspaper employment ads that he’d already read and re-read while he waited to hear what his mother said. As soon as he heard her start talking he didn’t even pretend like he was reading the paper anymore, though. His mother wouldn’t notice since she was involved in conversation.
“Hey, Sera.”
“Hey, Irene. How are you?”
“Oh, I’m just fine.” Irene noticed that Sera was talking really loud, as if she couldn’t really hear herself. She also heard a booming noise in the background that sounded like music.
“Did you call to chat?”
“Well, yes and no. I called to invite you to dinner also.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Irene. I already had plans for tonight to meet with some girlfriends at a club.”
“What club are you going to?”
“Fantasia.”
“Fantasia? What kind of club is that?”
“It’s a dance club. My friend Nicole is getting married so we decided to go to the club to celebrate with a few friends. I haven’t really seen any of them very much since I got pregnant, and I won’t be seeing them much when the baby first gets here, so I decided I wanted to go with them tonight. Actually, I guess you can tell, I’m at the club right now.”
“Are you sure you feel up to it in your condition?”
“I’m fine. A little loud music and dancing won’t hurt the babies. It’ll be good exercise. And, it’ll be good for me to do something with my girlfriends since I never do anything but work.”
“Alright. You have fun and be careful. Call me if you need anything.”
Irene hung up the phone. It was then that she noticed her son was pacing the living room like a caged lion. He looked about as ferocious as one as well. He had a fierce scowl when he looked at her.
“She’s going to a club? What is she thinking?”
Irene tried not to smile. “Apparently she’s already at the club with some friends celebrating an impending marriage. I guess it’s like a bach . . . .” She didn’t get to finish her sentence. Nigel had already grabbed the car keys and was out the door.
Nigel knew exactly where Fantasia was located. Thankfully, it was only about fifteen minutes from the house. He was surprised he didn’t have a cop stop him and give him a speeding ticket on the way over. He probably would have led the cops on a high speed chase to the club, because he didn’t have any intention of stopping until he found Sera.
* * * *
Sera hung up her cell phone and grabbed the drinks she’d ordered for her friends and her non-alcoholic one from the bartender. She made her way through the crowded club back to the table where her friends were sitting, whooping and hollering like teenagers. She couldn’t help but smile at their enthusiasm. It was good to see them all together, like the old days when they were young, before she’d lost her parents.
She was really glad that after all of the bad relationships that Nicole had had she had finally found someone that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, someone dependable and worthy of her adoration. She felt a sudden pang in her heart. She tried to ignore it, but it continued to bother her as she set down the drinks she’d brought. All of her friends were having such a good time, she couldn’t possibly be jealous. But, perversely, she was.
After all the talk about not needing a man, about them creating such turmoil in a woman’s life, it was hard to ignore how happy her friends were. All of them were in serious relationships, the only ones not married now were her and Nicole. And in a few short weeks, it would be just her. She tried to shake off her negative thoughts. Her friends had just been lucky. She herself had never managed to find a decent man, a man that, no matter what, would lover her unconditionally forever. She had resigned herself to life with just the love of her children, and that would be more than enough. She didn’t need a man.
A few minutes later, a man approached their table, eyeing her appreciatively. Her girlfriends, all taken, all fully aware that she was the only single one among them, were giggling like school girls at the way the man was eyeing her.
She blushed with embarrassment when the man stood staring at her for a minute without saying anything. He must be so drunk he can’t talk, she thought.
“Would you like to dance?”
Surprised that he was staring that hard and could still speak, she took a minute to examine the man. She supposed he was attractive enough. He was tall, well-built, he had a full head of blonde-hair, and he had brown eyes, but for some odd reason she thought she preferred dark hair and dark blue eyes.
Nicole elbowed her under the table when she didn’t say anything.
Sera looked at her friend, giving her a scowl for digging her elbow into the tender flesh of her abdomen and then looked back at the man.
He was still waiting on an answer.
Well, she’d said she’d come to dance. What she’d really meant was that she’d planned on dancing with her friends not a man, but it wouldn’t hurt.
“Alright.”
“
What’s your name?”
“Sera. What’s yours?”
“Tom.”
She got down off of her stool and tried not to smile as her friends cheered her on.
Tom put an arm around her waist and led her to the crowded dance floor.
Even though the song that was playing was a faster paced dance song, Tom moved in close as if it was a slow dance.
Sera immediately felt uncomfortable.
Tom continued to pull Sera closer and then he began to rub himself on her hip.
At that point, Sera decided she’d had enough. She hadn’t agreed to a dance so the man could rub himself off on her body. As if feeling some stranger’s penis through his clothing was going to whip her into a sexual frenzy! Before she could get loose from him, though, she heard a familiar voice that sent currents of awareness coursing through her body.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Sera was certain the comment had been directed at her, but when she looked at Nigel, she could see that his attention was focused on Tom.
“Hmm?” Tom said, too absorbed in trying to molest Sera to have heard what Nigel said.
“I said, what the hell do you think you’re doing? That’s the mother of my child, and it’s obvious she doesn’t want you rubbing yourself all over her. Can’t you tell she’s trying to pry you loose? Beat it before I kick your ass,” he said in a low growling voice that brooked no argument.
Tom immediately let go, evidence of the cowardice in him. He obviously didn’t want a fight, or just realized that Nigel was raring for one. He slinked away into the pulsating crowd, leaving Sera facing Nigel alone.
Nigel didn’t say anything, but his scowl was intense.
Sera swallowed hard past a knot that had suddenly formed in her throat. He was so angry, but why? He couldn’t really be that angry with that man, could he? Was he just mad because she was carrying his children and he’d found her in the club or was he mad because he actually wanted her for himself?
