I put my hand on top of the one that was holding up his towel. I ran my fingertips over his knuckles slowly.
His nostrils flared a little. “I’m not wearing anything.”
He was warning me. And I understood.
“I’m wearing a lot.” I tilted my head.
“We can change that. If you want? If you’re interested?” He smiled and I saw that he had slight dimples in his cheeks under the abs.
“I am, but I want to make sure that you understand that this is special to me. I don’t just do this with guys.” I made sure he was listening.
He nodded. “I can tell.”
He took my hand that was on his towel and used it to lead me to his bedroom. I wanted him since last night but I was scared now, being in a room with a bed that implied things. Lots of things.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’m not going to pressure you.” He bit his bottom lip.
“I think I would be interested in some pressure from you. You talked a good game in my bar. How about you show me how irresistible you are?” I gave him a kissy face.
Being with Dick was what I imagined being in a cage with a tiger must feel like. Like I was super unprepared for what he could do. And how he could do it.
“How about you go into the bathroom and wrap up in a towel. Then we can see where we stand.” He motioned to the room that was still wafting steam into his bedroom.
“Sure.” I walked past him and he didn’t move out of my way to give me space. He let me shimmy between him and the bed to get to the required room. He hissed a little like he was in pain when my bum rubbed against his towel.
“You better hurry. I only have so much restraint.”
He spoke his threat at the base of my neck, nipping the skin there. I swore my lady parts would take off my pants for me they were so excited.
Once in the bathroom I closed the door, mouthing at my refection. “What are you doing?” And then I answered myself, “Getting laid by a ripped dude.”
I nodded in approval at my winning argument. I slipped off my top and jeans and folded them on the floor. Then I took off my bra and looked at my boobs. I gave my nipples a little pinch to perk them up. They were looking good. I felt my stomach that was flat from running. That was good. My thighs were smooth from the fresh shave this morning. I slipped off my panties and examined my lady thunder. She was looking well manicured. And I swore she winked at me. A quick turn and I approved of my firm backside. I think I’ll be a good match for the man in the next room, sexually. I was soft and he was hard.
Hard. I wondered what I was dealing with under that towel. I pulled a fluffy white one off the towel rack by the shower and tucked it around my waist. If he was topless, I would be topless.
I took two deep breaths and then flung open the door. He looked up at me from his seated position on the bed.
“Oh my god. Your boobs are spectacular.”
I covered them shyly--feeling exposed.
“No don’t. Come here.” He motioned for me to stand in front of him.
Dick grabbed my hips and pulled me closer and used his nose to nuzzle my arms out of his way. His mouth was so close to my nipples that I felt his breath when he spoke to me. “It’s taking everything I have not to bend you over and fuck the living daylights out of you right now.”
My mouth went dry. I looked in his lap. I had to know.
Sweet Heavens.
He looked like he was smuggling a huge, thick, salami under his towel. My jaw dropped.
He followed my gaze before smiling. “Maybe you should see it first?”
Dick rolled his hips and the towel fell to either side of him on the bed.
My mouth stayed open as I saw what he was offering. It was an easy nine inches. Thick as well. And it was covered in ripples of muscle, like the rest of his body.
He clenched them quickly and released them over and over.
I did a quick Kegal just imagining what that would feel like inside of me.
“Is that okay?” He looked at my face with one eye closed. Like I could ever say anything but yes to what he brought to this private party.
I reached down and touched it. It took both hands to give it a proper stroke. The muscles moved while I explored him.
His dick was the hardest one I’d ever felt. I licked my lips like the whore I was being in my head.
He grabbed my breasts and thumbed my nipples before putting one in his mouth.
I moaned and that was all it took. He was off the bed in a hot second and behind me.
I could feel him pressed against me, the top of his penis coming to the middle of my back. He used his hands on my breasts and his mouth on my ear and neck in a way that made my knees weak.
He spent far longer fondling my boobs than any other lover.
I was still wearing my towel for Christ’s sake and I think I was close to the most debilitating orgasm of my life.
I tried to reach him but he wouldn’t let me. It was all about my ears, neck and breasts until I was pleading with him for more.
“You look so beautiful like this, Hendrix. I am going to make you come a million times just to hear you make that sound again and again.” He pushed me forward until I fell face first on the bed. He used my hips to flip me over. His smile was carnal.
And then he knelt in front of me. Again keeping his dick out of reach and making me pout. I wanted to take it for a test ride.
I soon forgot what the hell I wanted as he began massaging my legs. He was slow and deliberate. Sometimes demanding that I look at him and other times insisting that I grab my nipples. By the time he was massaging my inner thighs, I was throbbing for him.
And then I felt the reveal. The towel had been parted and I was revealed to him. To say I was ready was an understatement. I was wet enough to be taken immediately. But he had other plans.
He used his thumbs to part me and stare at my most intimate places.
“Gorgeous. Lovely.”
He started with long full laps of his tongue followed by nips and sucks that had me speaking different languages.
And when I was close to my edge, he inserted his fingers. He knew how to hook them a tiny bit to pet the inside of me in a way that made my orgasm start to shudder.
And then his tongue went at a speed that I didn’t think possible. And every pass felt like a live wire to a pleasure inside me no one had tapped yet. I squeezed his head hard between my legs but he didn’t stop.
I flailed on the bed like I was falling out of a building.
His low chuckle was a self-satisfied sound. “Are you done?”
Each word was like another sucker punch to the passion he’d flamed.
“You. More you.” Was all I could hoarsely whisper.
Dick went to the bedside drawer and stood looking at me while he slipped on a condom. The package marked it as extra large and I agreed with the sizing.
I pulled at him as he lined himself up with me.
“Take a deep breath, it might be too much.” He warned.
I shook my head. I would get all of him inside me. After wrapping my legs around him, I pulled hard so he couldn’t go slowly.
I was so, so full as he lost his balance. I got him all the way in on the first try. He started cursing. I arched on the bed and then slapped at his shoulders. He lifted my hips and started in on me like he’d paid his life savings for my services. One thumb never stopped rubbing my clit, the other kept my hips lined up with the exquisite pounding. I looked to see him working between us. When the tip of his cock was all the way inside me I could see the slight outline of it below my navel. Then he started the clenching. His dick was creating the most amazing feelings inside me. It was an overload. I felt like I was dying a beautiful death. I began screaming his name and please and god over and over.
His cursing began and his body fevered and then he was down to slow, climax strokes.
I hated the condom for the first time in my life. I wanted to feel this man release
his pleasure in me.
He leaned down and kissed me and at first I could barely respond, but then I was able to. We kissed and kissed until I felt him deflate and then get a semi-hard situation to a full-blown hard on inside of me. He was so big. And strong. And capable.
He manipulated my legs so he could stay inside of me and then propped me up doggie style.
He stood behind me and then moved slowly until I was in the groove, too. I slammed back against him. Our rhythm was perfect. He slapped my ass a few times and reached between my legs to strum my sensitive clit again and again. I took the time to reach between us and find his balls. I stroked them and he increased his pace until I could hear nothing but his skin against slapping mine. I was losing my ability to stroke him, so I put my hands down so I could stay in position. I widened my stance and went to my elbows so I could give him enough friction to get to the peak. And then he started with the clenching. He was hitting the most perfect place inside me that I stopped participating because my orgasm had knocked me damn near senseless. His dick was moving left and right and then curling—hitting my g-spot like it was a punching bag. His dick was a gymnast in my vagina.
He held my hips and I crossed my ankles to give his huge dick the tightest entry I could. When he stilled I could feel him pulsating inside me again.
He yelled and then grabbed where we were joined so he could help ease the condom out.
I flopped over on my side and looked at him. He was smiling and breathing hard.
“Look at you. Hendrix, you’re the most gorgeous woman in the world.”
And to me, right then, he was the most gorgeous man in the world. Every inch of him.
Chapter 25
Dick
I touched her hair. She grinned at me. Actually, not at me, but into me. She smiled and I felt it in the place that I feel soar when I set a previously injured animal back into the wild. I felt it in the place that hears music and sees beauty.
This was love. It was too fast, I know. But maybe I could recognize it so fast because I’d been shown so little of it from anyone outside my family.
She put her hand in the center of my chest. “This is gold.”
“My tanner?” I looked at her pale hand on my deep tan.
“No. We’ll get to the tanning again later, the heart underneath. It’s gold.”
“Takes one to know one.” I could look at her all day. Her hair tossed around on my sheets. The deep breaths she was taking because we’d just been going at each other so hard. The way her red nails caught my eye when she gently scratched my chest.
“You hungry?” I was getting shaky from all my exertions.
“Sure, I could eat.” She sat up and shook her hair out.
I wanted to fist it and watch her swish it from side to side as we fucked again. But first, food.
“I can whip you up some eggs and toast?” I scooched myself to the end of the bed and slipped on my shorts.
She frowned a little when I had clothes on and that made me chuckle. To be around her and feel only praise come from her gaze instead of assessment of my differences was like a drug.
Hendrix stood and walked over to my drawer. She pulled out a sleeveless undershirt and slipped it over her head.
It was way too long on her and as she reached behind her to twirl her hair into a thick rope and put it in a slipknot, her breasts played a mesmerizing game of peek-a-boo with me. Depending on how she moved I was rewarded with a nipple. I bit my lip and grabbed myself. She was exquisite.
Once her hair was out of her face, she held out her hand to me and we padded our way into the kitchen.
We washed our hands and then I picked her up and sat her on the island and started to work. I had to keep looking at her to make sure she was still here. That I wasn’t making her up. Every time I turned she was either making a funny face or flashing a sexy part of her body at me. I would be eating our meal with my hard on grazing the underside of the table, for sure.
When the eggs, orange juice and toast were ready, I brought our two plates over to the table.
She hopped down and slid her plate until it was next to mine. She motioned for me to sit down and when I did, she settled herself on my lap.
I had to adjust my stiffness so she had room. We ate like that. She would take a bite, then I would. From time to time she touched my lips or smoothed her fingertip over my forehead.
She besotted me. I saw a future, I saw kids. I saw us going at each other in a nursing home and dying on the same day. And she terrified me. This was the kind of helium love that rose so quickly I was scared it could pop. I realize now with the hope she gave me that I’d been depressed since Mom died. I’ve been in too fragile a place for me to take my guard down.
Hendrix seemed to sense the change. She tilted her head and gazed into my eyes. “Let’s think about just today. For now.”
I got it. She was scared, too. This connection had to be the real thing.
She stood and cleared our plates to the sink. “So, I think you need to show me how some of that equipment works in your living room.”
“What?” It was the last thing on my mind. The boobs were still playing with me. She laughed as she dashed into the living room. And when she sat down on my weight bench I was suddenly 100% behind her idea. She straddled the bench and my shirt inched up until I could see all of her.
Then she reached above her head and tried to pull down my weights. Her form was all wrong, but both her breasts escaped from my undershirt. I growled.
Chapter 26
Henry
I watched as he went from happy to straight lust. I had no idea why --with this man-- I felt safe to be as sexy as I wanted to be. I knew, deep inside that he would not laugh. He would love what I was doing for him. And to him.
He prowled over to me and kindly adjusted my grip. Then he slid behind me and grabbed the handles to help me pull the weight down.
I could feel him fully aroused behind me. I turned my face to him. Dick let go of the weights for both of us and then wrapped both his hands around my neck. He whispered in my ear about the things he wanted to do to me and my mouth dropped open. Out of my peripheral vision I caught a bolt of lightening. I didn’t think about it for a minute or two because his hands had slid down between my legs. Somewhere in my head I remembered it was a sunny day. No lightening.
I looked to the living room window and swore I could see movement. I stiffened.
“Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry.” Dick stopped moving entirely.
“No. It’s not that. I thought I saw something at the window.” I pointed at the place where I had thought I’d seen something suspicious.
He got up and I missed the warmth of his wall of a chest behind me. I hugged myself, feeling exposed.
Dick opened the door and looked around before closing it. “We’re good. I don’t see anything. A lot of my road kill rehabs come poking around. I leave food out. So it could have been a drop by?” He shrugged.
I nodded. I stood and went to him, wrapping my arm around his neck. “I don’t want to do it out here anymore. Let’s go back to your room.”
Dick lifted me and I put my legs around his waist. We kissed all the way back to his bedroom.
***
We had another round of amazing sex and then we showered together. Visiting with the animals downstairs was fun. The owl was starting to warm up to Dick and it was cute watching her peek around. Lucky, the bat from Meme’s was doing great and Dick wanted to install the bat house behind Meme’s tonight and release him. Beauty looked lethargic but was still eating.
“I’ve done a lot of research, so I think she’s ready to deliver in the next week or so. I’m going to set up my iPad so I can monitor her when I go out.”
I got to feed her some cucumbers, which was adorable.
I hated to leave. But it was time. I had to get ready for work and my costume still had to be ironed. We kissed for too long at his door after I was dressed, but my hair was still wet.
He wrapped his scarf from the front closet around my hair to keep me warm. Dick promised to visit later after he’d set the bat house up behind the bar. I was finally able to pry myself from him and get to my car.
He watched as I committed a U-turn and blew him a kiss. I pulled out my phone and set it on my car charger when I was at the stop light near Dick’s house. As soon as it came to life I had twenty-three messages from Becca.
I called her and set the phone on speaker.
“Where the hell are you?” She was angry.
“I’m just headed home. I have to press my uniform and then I’ll be headed to work. What’s up?” I lifted my left blinker and made a turn.
“Did you have sex?” She was frantic.
I started to laugh. “We have weird emergency phone calls, you and I.”
“Spill it.” She was breathless.
“Yes. We had a lot of sex.”
“I need the stats. My imagination is killing me.” Becca hit a few buttons on her phone that interrupted our conversation with loud tones.
As soon as it was safe to talk again I spoke, “Are you sitting down?”
I could hear a chair squeak as Becca collapsed into it. “Now I am. Stats.”
“I’ll cut to the chase. A nice nine inches. Thick. Covered in strong abs.” I waited as she gasped.
“No. Oh my gosh. He is ribbed for your pleasure?” She whispered.
I shivered a little thinking of how intense it had been. I whispered back. “He can clench it in different directions. He can curve it to hit my G spot.”
“Sweet Nelly.”
“And he never stopped rubbing my clit. He licked me like I was a spoonful of chocolate icing and he was a sugar addict.” I stopped at another light and clenched a few times. “He’s like a sex superhero. He’s so strong. Like flip-me-around-like-he-was-a-caveman strong. I can not wait to get more of Dick’s dick in me.”
“Yeah, I’m going to have to call you back. Me and my vibrator just made a date.”
Becca ended the call and I had to laugh again. She was the best. I knew she would love the details. I knew she would be looking straight at Dick’s crotch the next time we met.
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