by Clara James
Lifting his hand from her stomach, she eased herself away from his grasp so she could turn to face him. “I’m just wondering,” she mumbled, using both hands to scoop her damp hair away from her face, “whether you’ve got any more in ya,” she added with a teasing grin.
Reece exhaled an audible ‘ha’, before shaking his head slowly. “I don’t know,” he admitted with a self-deprecating shrug. “I mean, we’re in very uncharted territory here.”
“Really?” Allie replied, grinning self-satisfactorily. “You’ve never had a marathon sex session before?”
“Not like this,” he replied, with a tilt of his head. “I’ve never known anyone as insatiable as you.”
Allie giggled, as she slid her hand between their bodies and gently wrapped her fingers around his relaxed shaft. “Insatiable, huh?” she mumbled, slowly drawing her fingers back and forth.
Reece’s eyes blurred and flickered, as he enjoyed the familiar pleasure of her hand on him. However, there was no tightening in his belly or warmth in his groin to suggest that his penis was responding in the usual way. “What would you call it?” he asked, quietly responding to her muttered question with one of his own.
“Hmm,” she hummed smiling at him, as she increased the pressure of her fingers. “I’d say, given what’s in front of me, I have a perfectly healthy appetite.”
Glancing down, Reece watched in fascination as she stroked him. However, despite the sensation being incredibly pleasant, he’s body refused to spring to life. “I think,” he whispered, his eyes still focused on her slender fingers and their relentless movement. “Maybe we’ve reached my limit,” he suggested softly.
“Do you think so?” Allie asked, her voice silky. She slipped her hand away from his flaccid length and placed both hands at his hips, while she slowly lowered herself to her knees.
“Wh-” Reece began to ask, but the rest of the word died on his lips as he felt Allie’s tongue circle the bulbous head of his member.
Allie heard the little hitch in his breathing and smiled to herself. She ran the tip of her tongue around the baby soft flesh of his tip, sliding her hands down to his thighs. The water from the shower was directed at the crown of her hand and washed down her face as well as dripping down his torso. This was something they’d never done together; not when they were dating or in the days they’d spent together as adults. Allie could not say with certainty why that was the case, accept to say that she’d never enjoyed the thought or the act of performing oral sex.
But with Reece, it suddenly seemed different. Partly because he’d never expected it of her, but more than that, she wanted to take care of him; to love him, just as he’d shown her how he felt. She’d fallen to her knees without any thought. It was only as she began to run her tongue over him that she became nervous.
She felt him begin to stir beneath her tongue, hardening and lengthening. Allie flicked her eyes upward, catching his open-mouthed expression of amazement. She continued to watch him, as he tilted his head to the left and rested it against the cool tiles.
“Allie,” he whispered, struggling to swallow. “I...” he gasped, his chest moving in deep undulations as his arousal mounted overwhelmingly quickly.
Within seconds, he was completely rigid and Allie lapped at the smooth skin on both sides of his shaft. She saw him struggling for breath and was pleased that she had such an instant and profound effect on him. “Does that feel good?” she asked, opening her mouth wide before enclosing her lips around him.
“Oh God,” he breathed, his hands automatically falling to Allie’s head and grasping it gently on both sides.
Allie expected him to thrust or to yank her head forward like every other man she’d had in her mouth. The sensation caused her to freeze for an apprehensive moment. However, Reece’s fingers simply scooped the hair from her face while his thumbs stroked tenderly over her cheekbones. Relaxing, Allie was once again flawed by Reece’s gentlemanly behavior; even when he was being given a blow job, he treated a woman like a lady. If she’d been able to smile, she would have done so.
Running her tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock, Allie tipped her head forwards, taking him deeper until his head reached her soft palate and she gagged a little. She quickly pulled back just enough to hold of the reflex and continued to suck enthusiastically on the few inches of his penis that she could comfortably fit in her mouth.
Reece’s thumbs began to move more frantically across her cheeks, and Allie could feel his fingers trembling. “Hey,” he said tightening his grip on her head and slowly easing her back.
Allie allowed herself to be moved, but was surprised by the loss of heat and weight on her tongue. Her face snapped up to his and she searched his eyes for some hint of disappointment. Would he laugh at her attempt to please him? No, he wasn’t laughing, but he was smiling.
“Come here,” he urged warmly, bending at the knees and slipping his hands under her arms. With ease, he coaxed her up into standing position, before guiding her into a quarter turn. Allie then had her back against the wall, the shower’s jets were hitting their sides and Reece’s grin remained fixed. “My turn,” he whispered, leaning forwards and capturing her lips in a tender kiss.
Allie was confused by the statement, but didn’t have the opportunity to ask what he meant. As he released her mouth and began trailing kisses down her neck, she no longer had the will to think much less speak. Her heavy eyelids slipped shut and her head leaned back on the tiles, as she felt his lips place butterfly kisses down her sternum. When he reached her breasts, he kissed the inner curves on a path down. His hands worked in accompaniment, stroking the outside of her breasts before sliding slickly to her waist.
His tongue traced her belly, moving from left to right in zigzag patterns as he made his way down to her navel. Allie whimpered, one hand drifting to his head and fisting into his hair, as he dipped just the tip of his tongue into her bellybutton. He didn’t linger there long, choosing to continue his inexorable journey south.
“Ahh,” Allie sighed, as Reece pressed his lips to her mound, kissing her sweetly.
With his hands at her hips, his mouth drifted down, still kissing the waxed skin around her sex, before leisurely licking between her folds. Allie’s hips involuntarily jerked, while Reece’s tongue traced its slow way, tasting her, until he reached her clitoris. It was engorged and highly sensitive, in part from his gradual build up and in part from the many rounds of sex they’d shared over the previous days.
She couldn’t prevent the clenching of her right hand at the back of his hand, yanking slightly on his short hair. She had just enough clarity of thought to feel guilty that she hadn’t spent anywhere near as long pleasing him with her lips. However, all brain function shut down, as he began to increase the pressure of his tongue and lick rapidly over the tiny bud of nerve endings.
“Reece,” she gasped, her feet slipping wantonly apart as she begged for me. “Oh,” she panted. “Oh, God.” She glanced down at the top of his head, watching it move in hurriedly jerks as he drove her higher and higher. All blood had rushed south of her waist, the rest of her body; her face, chest and arms were tingling and numb. With a hissed, “Shit,” she bucked her hips and ever inch of her body scorched with liquid heat. Her muscles clenched, and her pelvis moving in tiny jerks that she could not control.
Reece came up for air, quickly replacing the warmth of his mouth with his fingers, trying to ease her down from the orgasm. He watched her closely, the twitch of eyelids and the quiver of her lower lip, until the hand she held at his neck began to relax. As soon as it did, he shot to his feet, slipping his rock hard shaft into her very willing sex. “Ugh,” he groaned happily, before claiming her mouth with his.
She was taken by surprise, but was delighted by it. Opening her mouth, she moaned when he drew his tongue over hers, offering her a taste of her own salty sweetness. “Hmm,” she whimpered into his open mouth, while she lifted her right leg and wrapped it around his hip.
Tipping his face back, Reece sucked in a deep breath. “You feel so good,” he said appreciatively, bumping his hips against hers.
Allie yelped as the head of his cock edged deeper. Each time they’d made love, he’d been able to work ever deeper, her body becoming familiar with him and seeming to want to welcome him further and further into her hidden softness and warmth. “Ahh,” she panted. “Oh, Reece.”
“It’s as if this is right where I belong,” he murmured his mouth twitching upward in a lazy smile. “This is home,” he concluded. “It’s as if we’re not even two people any more.”
Her breath coming hard and fast, Allie couldn’t really take in what he was saying. Her naked, wet breasts were heaving, brushing the erect nipples over the hard muscles of his own chest. That coupled with the most exquisite feeling of fullness, gave her the sensation that she was no longer part of the earth.
As much as he wished he could stay like that forever, Reece knew that it was impossible. For one thing, the primal urge to thrust was becoming too great. He had to move, and slowly he did. It seemed almost painful for him to pull back from her and slip out of her glove-like passage. “You’re beautiful,” he told her, as he held himself with just the head of his member caressing her sex. Struggling to focus with lust-filled eyes, he nevertheless locked them on her face. “I love you,” he said sincerely, as he pushed back inside her as slowly as he’d retreated.
“I love you,” Allie echoed, her hands moving frantically over his wet back, unable to get a grip anywhere on the smooth skin. When his hips met hers, she cried out, tears filling her eyes as a violent and unexpected orgasm shook her form.
Reece remained still, a smile creeping onto his face, as he watched the agony and ecstasy play out on her features. When her hips unconsciously moved in an effort to prolong the sensation, he obliged her by moving his own pelvis in a figure eight.
“Ugh, ugh,” she panted, as tiny aftershocks tingled up from her sex and sent miniature lightning bolts to her belly.
Those sexy little noises sent Reece over the edge. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he began thrusting hard and fast, his desire for release immensely strong now. He knew at that point that nothing could make him stop, if his mother were to have walked into that bathroom, he could not pull away from Allie until he’d come. Thankfully, however, there was no appearance from his mother, or anyone else for that matter.
Allie tried to part her legs wider as Reece picked up the rhythm of his thrusts. The desperation of his movements, the sound of his breathing and the way he groaned contentedly each time he was safely sheathed in her warmth was almost as pleasurable as the orgasms she experienced with him. She panted and moaned, as her back slid up the wall with each forceful drive.
And just as she was screaming his name with the power of a third massive climax, he whispered, “I love you,” in her ear, while his member lengthened and pulsed. Relatively little fluid erupted from him, unsurprising given their recent activity. But Allie was happy to note that it didn’t seem to affect the pleasure Reece had felt.
Eyes closed, his head dropped back on his neck and he gulped in large mouthfuls of air. “Oh, God,” he breathed. “That was...” he fumbled for another word, slowly opening his eyes and returning his face to the level of hers. “I mean...” he gasped.
“I love you, Reece,” Allie offered, smiling deep into his eyes. “I love you so much,” she added, drawing her arms around his waist and pulling him closer. She would not be able to say how long they stood that way, but by the time they finally emerged from the bathtub, it was only because she’d run out of hot water.
CHAPTER THREE
GOING HOME
Allie woke up over twelve hours later, not that she had any concept of time. The only thing she was aware of was the fact that it was dark, whether that indicated, evening, middle of the night or early morning, she had no clue. As her eyes drifted open, she automatically turned expecting to find a comforting, warm body next to her. However, the security of Reece’s form, something that had become a mainstay over the previous days was no longer present. Her hand slipped out over the mattress, feeling the sheet for any trace of warmth and found it. He obviously hadn’t been gone long.
Pushing the sheets off her, Allie slid off the bed. Completely naked, she wandered across the bedroom to the bathroom door. It stood ajar and she gave it a little nudge. As the door swung wider, she listened to the complete silence and already knew that Reece was not inside. Turning away from the bathroom, she retraced her steps, stopping by the side of the bed to pick up a large towel she’d dropped there after their shower. Feeling a little chilly, she wrapped the fabric around her, tucking it on itself to keep it up.
Unhurriedly, she exited the bedroom and strolled through to the kitchen, she didn’t find him there. But the open plan living space afforded her a view of the back of his head. He was sitting on the couch, in the dark. “Hey,” she called, smiling.
His face snapped around and he grinned in return. “Hi,” he mumbled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I don’t think you did,” she assured him, her feet crossing the cool kitchen tiles and eventually finding the hardwood of the living room. It was then, as she got to the end of the couch, that she noticed he was fully dressed and in the process of putting his shoes on. “Going somewhere?” she wondered aloud.
“Umm, yeah,” he responded, leaning forward to refasten the laces of his dress shoes. “I’m just going to pop back to my apartment.”
Resting her butt on the arm of the couch, Allie draped her forearm over his shoulders. “What happened to your promise to keep me entertained?” she asked, leaning forwards and kissing his temple.
“I won’t be gone long,” he chuckled.
“You want to go in the middle of the night?” she queried, her eyes drifting to the digital display on her DVD player. It was almost nine o’clock.
“Well, I was awake,” he sighed, sitting upright. “I figured I’d be back before you missed me.”
“Oh,” she chuckled. “Sneaking out, huh?”
He laughed in reply, pushing himself to his feet. “Not exactly,” he responded.
“Well, why don’t you wait for me?” she suggested, jumping up from the couch. “I’ll get some clothes on and we can grab a late dinner or go to a movie, or something.”
Reece didn’t reply quickly and his laughter slipped away. He paused in his movement for the door. “That sounds nice,” he said not quite convincingly enough. “While you’re getting ready, I’ll just run to my place.”
Allie cocked her head, amused by his attempt to put her off. “You don’t want me to come with you?” she noted. “You got a wife hiding at home?” she joked.
He laughed at the suggestion, shaking his head. “Of course not,” he told her.
“So, what’s the problem?”
“No problem,” he insisted. “I only want to grab some clothes, I won’t be long.”
“And you have to go and get some clothes in the middle of the night?” Allie asked, her tone becoming more serious, as were her questions.
Sighing, Reece moved toward her. “Look,” he said softly, smiling. “We’ve been in this apartment for days. I’ve got nothing clean to wear and, at some point, we’re going to need to go out and get some food, because right now you have a packet of dried pasta and a half loaf of moldy bread.”
“I can’t cook anyway,” she replied dismissively.
With a bemused roll of his eyes, Reece reached forward and brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek. “I can,” he countered.
She gestured with her thumb, as though she were hitchhiking, at the coffee table behind her. On it sat two pizza boxes and an assortment of takeout cartons. “We’ve been managing,” she quipped.
Allowing his hand to drop from her face, he nodded. “Yeah, and I don’t think that crap is doing you any good,” he responded in kind.
“I just don’t understand why you have to go right now,” Allie said,
avoiding his statement and returning to the topic that was actually bothering her. “If you come back to bed, I’ll give you a good reason to wait until morning,” she suggested, wriggling her eyebrows.
“Look, Allie,” he replied. “I’ll be gone for an hour at the most, there’s really no need to make a big deal out of this.” As he spoke, he took a step back.
Her brow creasing, as she studied him closely, Allie ran her fingers through her silky, shoulder-length hair. “I’m not making a big deal out of it,” she insisted. “I just don’t understand why you can’t wait five minutes, so I can come with you.”
“I’ll be back faster if I go alone,” he quickly replied, taking another step backward, but keeping his face to her.
“Reece, are you hiding something?” she blurted.
“No,” he scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. I just need to get some clean clothes.” He was beginning to get frustrated, and as he took another step back, he reached behind him and blindly grasped the doorknob. “In an hour, I’ll be back and this will seem like a such a stupid argument,” he huffed.
“I’m not arguing,” Allie corrected him, even though she knew there was an element of ‘spoiling for a fight’ to her method of questioning him. And a part of her knew she was being childish in insisting on going with him. However, there was something so adamant in his refusal that had prodded her suspicion, and that was not something she’d be able to dismiss as immature neediness on her part. She knew him too well, knew that he was a lousy liar, and could clearly see that he wanted to keep her away from his home – the question was why.
“All right,” he relented. “This discussion will seem stupid,” he offered, rewording and reaffirming his opinion.
Striding forward, Allie stretched out her arm. Her hand shot over his shoulder, landing palm down against the door in an attempt to keep it closed. She was aware that he was physically much stronger than her, so it wasn’t about actually preventing him from opening the door. However, she hoped that by making her desire clear, he would do the gentlemanly thing and respect her wishes.
