by Cin Medley
His hand came up and wrapped around my neck, his thumb tilting my head to reach his mouth. I’ve never experienced a kiss like this. So tender, so gentle, so loving. A kiss a woman gets lost in, and that’s just what I wanted, to get lost. Pulling back, he slid my jacket off my shoulders, his touch on my bare shoulder sent shivers down my spine. Trailing his hands down my arms to my hands, he entwined our fingers and stepped backwards. I went with him willingly. I wanted this with him, he makes me feel like no man has ever. Another step, and he stopped, letting go of my hands, he gently lifted my tank top, slowly he pulled it up and over my head. His eyes not leaving mine. I could see the fear in them. He thought I would run. I am going to run but not yet.
“My god Suzanne, you’re beautiful,” he whispered as he kissed me again, pulling my body to his. I felt his hardness on my stomach.
I pulled back, “I need to tell you something,” not taking my eyes off his, “my name isn’t Suzanne. I think before we make love, you should know who you are making love to.
He smiled, “You don’t feel like a Suzanne.”
“I’m trying to reinvent myself. My name is Victoria.”
“A beautiful name, a beautiful woman. Thank you for telling me.” He kissed me again.
I didn’t care, my heart was in pieces, nothing mattered to me anymore. Nothing but this moment with this man. While we kissed, I reached behind me and undid my bra, then I wrapped my arms around his chest. His back was just as defined with muscles as the front of him.
He lifted me up and turned, walking towards the bed. Climbing up he laid me in the center of it, coming down placing his body half on me half on the bed. His hand moved down to my hip and then to my thigh bringing it up over his as he slid his leg between mine. We laid like this kissing for a long time. Nothing was hurried, he was making love to my mouth, keeping his hand locked behind my knee. His other arm holding me close as we shared our mouths. I’ve never felt this with another person. There was just us. Nothing else mattered. I think that’s what he was doing. Taking everything else away, so it was just me and him in the bed. No ghosts. No pain. Nothing but two people, me and him.
When he pulled back my hand moved to touch his face. I wanted to remember him, I wanted to never forget this moment. I touched his eyes, which he closed. I touched his lips and he smiled. I never noticed his dimples before. I ran my fingertips through them.
We laid there in each other’s arms, just looking at one another. I’m not sure if he was making sure all the bad was gone. He smiled a little smile and kissed me again, laying me flat on the bed. His hand moving from my knee to my hip. His fingers pressing into my ass. Then gently he moved it up to my waist his thumb barely touching the bottom of my breast.
Pulling back to look at me, slowly moving his hand up, he slid my bra strap off my shoulder. He didn’t look at me, when his hand cupped my breast. His eyes closed and he moaned. I watched him, enjoy me. It felt so good to be touched, to be held. My body was alive with tiny little electrical sparks firing off where ever his skin touched mine.
My hands moved along his body, to his chest. He had hair on it, and it felt wonderful on my fingers. I slowly moved down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and the undoing his button, slowly I pulled his zipper down. Never looking away from his eyes.
As I slipped my hand into his pants to touch his ass, he leaned in and kissed me deeply. I pressed my fingers into the rock-hard muscle. He was solid, and beautiful, so beautiful. I’ve never seen a man like him in my life. Not in person anyway.
He pulled back from our kiss, moving his body, taking my bra all the way off. “Fucking, beautiful,” he said as he gazed at me.
Shifting his body so his mouth aligned with my breast, he cupped them moving his tongue so slowly across one and then the other. I felt my back arch, my whole body covered in goose flesh. When he circled his tongue around my nipple I gasped, and when he took the whole thing between his lips, I couldn’t do anything but moan. I felt my orgasm rip through my body. Holy hell.
He spent plenty of time licking, sucking and enjoying them. My body shivered through two more orgasms by the time he was finished. Moving back up my body he kissed me again, for a very long time. My hands managed to get his slacks off his ass. When I brought them around to touch him, my breath caught when I wrapped my hand around him. He was so thick, so long. I swear my eyes rolled in my head.
I wanted to give him the same as he gave me. I used my feet to push his pants down his legs, he pushed them the rest of the way off. I arched my back into him pushing with my hand on his hip. He walked back on his hands until he was kneeling in front of me. I got up on my knees, my mouth clamped onto one of his nipples. I felt the growl deep in his chest. I moved to the other one, my hand slowly moving the length of him. My other one reaching for his balls.
I rolled my eyes when I wrapped them in my hand. They are so big and soft. I moved down his body, licking his seed off the tip. His body shivering as I did. My tongue in love with his purple swollen head. Wrapping my lips around him, drawing him into my mouth. The man’s whole body jumped. Slowly I fucked him with my mouth. His ability to hold off was phenomenal. With each movement, I took him deeper and deeper, in my mouth. Opening my throat, I pushed him past the ring in my throat.
“Arrggg,” he moaned out. Again, and again I took him. So slowly, I massaged his balls, giving them a squeeze each time my nose touched him. It was fantastic, to feel him. His hands wrapped around my head. “I’m going to come,” he whispered. I think he wanted me to stop but I didn’t. I took him one more time, squeezing his balls I swallowed. It was like making an angel cry, the groan that escaped him, the way his body shattered beneath my mouth was life changing. So powerful.
This man altered me, in this moment he became everything to me. Somehow, I knew he hadn’t done this since his wife. Somehow, I knew I changed him. I made him feel, just like he made me feel. When I took the last of his seed, His hands slowly moved me back, and he lifted my body onto his thighs. His eyes full of unshed tears. My fingers ran along his lips. As his tears fell I wiped them away. I saw what I needed to see, what I needed to continue. He was like me, afraid of feeling, afraid of living. This man was not who I believed him to be. He moved slowly kissing me, wrapping me into his body. Lying me back on the bed, holding me like only a lover could hold you.
“So beautiful,” he whispered on my lips. His hand cupping my breast, gently squeezing it. His thumb slowly moving across my nipple. He took his time kissing me. There was nothing rushed, words couldn’t describe what was happening between us. I know I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never been worshiped like this, and he was worshiping me.
Slowly he pushed up, his eyes locked with mine as his hand moved to unbutton my jeans, he moved the zipper down. Pushing up, I lifted my hips off the bed, as he pulled my jeans off, leaving my panties on. I watched as his eyes moved down my body, he shook his head as they came to rest on my core. My back arching on its own as I felt myself come. My insides alive, for the first time in my life I think.
He moved up sliding his hand under my back and gently rolled me over, taking my hands, he put them above my head. For what seemed like an eternity his mouth explored my body. He kissed, licked, sucked and gently bit me. I felt his fingers move under the lace of my panties, as he pulled them off I lifted my hips off the bed. When they were gone, he turned me over carefully, his face at my stomach.
I think he waited for me to look at him, before he pushed up. I watched as his eyes moved down to my core. Slowly shaking his head, he smiled a little smile. “Fucking, incredible,” he moaned. His fingers trailed up my thighs, gently moving my legs apart. I was giving him everything I had. I didn’t even know him and he was giving me everything he had to give.
When his fingertips brushed along the hair, my body shook. I felt him move and then I felt the warmth of his breath on me. At first it was just a gentle brush of his lips along my inner self. Then his tongue so gently and sweetly tasting me. “Fuck,” he moan
ed when he drew his tongue back in his mouth.
I felt his tongue lift me, just as his lips suckled my core, I was gone. My back came all the way off the bed, “Mmmmmm,” I moaned. His mouth covered me as he drank me up. He took his time with me. Slowly taking what I had to give and then making me give it to him again and again. My body felt like it was convulsing.
When he had his fill, he moved up taking my knee in the crock of his elbow. His mouth covered mine as he so slowly pushed inside of me. My god the man was huge, but gentle. When our bones touched, he let go of my leg, his hands coming to rest on my face. Our eyes locked, not looking away, he made love to me. So slow, so deep, so long. Our hands touching each other’s faces. Our lips and tongues moving with the rhythm of our bodies. It was never ending. It was perfect. It was mind blowing, life altering emotion.
The tears just fell from my eyes. I felt nothing in this world but this man. There was no sorrow, no fear, not anything but him and the movement of our bodies, the feelings of complete and total annihilation of everything wrong in our lives. Nothing mattered to either of us, but us.
I felt myself tighten. “That’s it beautiful,” he whispered as he kissed me while I came. I felt his warmth fill me. We laid embracing one another, kissing for a long time. He gently rolled us over, with me on his chest, he wrapped me in his arms while I cried. While he cried.
Sleep took me, with him still inside of me semi hard.
I am shattered. She is in my arms, not the woman I thought I was getting to know, but someone totally different. Someone more destroyed that I am. But fuck if I’m not shattered. Not even with my wife did I feel this.
I have no idea who she is, or what her story is, and I don’t care. What I am feeling right now, is right. It’s the rightest feeling I have ever known. She gave herself to me, I made love to her. I haven’t made love to a woman since my wife, and it was nothing like this.
She is so tiny in my arms, so perfect. I feel like I’m in a dream, a beautiful wonderful dream. I’m terrified of what will happen when she wakes up. What will become of us? I know I crossed a line here. But fuck if it wasn’t the greatest feeling in the world. I took her bare. I didn’t even care that she could get pregnant. She felt better than anything I have ever known.
My fate was sealed tonight, hell who am I kidding it was sealed that day in my brother’s office. She was destroyed tonight, she let me in, she let me see her. I kissed her head, and let my eyes close.
I woke to the feel of her lips on my nipple. It was still dark out. I was hard nearly instantly. She pushed up walking her hands up my chest, pushing me deep. I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy her, but somehow, I couldn’t do it. I wanted to watch this incredibly beautiful woman make love to me. Her tiny hips rocking slowly on mine. God, she felt incredible. Her soft mews and moans, making her all that more alluring. She took my hands from her hips and placed them on her breasts.
They just fit around them. I didn’t realize just how full she was. Glorious. Fucking glorious. I was building slowly with her motions. I wanted to kiss her, wrapping my arms around her I slowly sat up, my mouth covering hers. She tasted like heaven. Her hands in my hair, gently pulling it with each rock. We sat like this for so long. Kissing and making love. I felt her tighten around me. Her teeth sank into my bottom lip as she let herself go warming me even further with her release. I followed her. Who wouldn’t, she is incredible.
We sat kissing for a long time, not talking. I felt her move and I released my hold on her as she climbed off me and walked into the bathroom. Falling back on the bed. “Holy shit.” I whispered. Never in my life.
I’m terrified at the conversation we are going to have in the morning. I can’t let her go, I won’t let her go. She is who I want. I may not be ready for her, but fuck if I’m going to let her go.
The door opened and I watched her walk across the room and climb back into bed with me. She snuggled into my side, and I wrapped myself around her, kissing her on the forehead.
When I walked out of the bathroom, my breath hitched in my chest. He was beautiful, so fucking beautiful. I shouldn’t be here, I wanted to leave, I had every intention of leaving, but when I opened the door, I couldn’t. Not yet. He looked so warm and inviting, so beautiful.
I need to feel safe for a bit. I need to feel cared for, and the way he made love to me, well I felt very cared for. As I climbed back into the bed his arms wrapping around me, pulling me to his side, his warmth was what I needed. What I wanted. I don’t ever want to leave this bed. But I know soon it will be morning and I am going to be faced with what I have done.
I gave him too much information about myself. He knows my real name. I can’t work for his brother anymore. I blew my own cover. Closing my eyes, I really didn’t care anymore. For nearly three years I have been everyone but myself. Tonight, I wanted to be myself, myself with him.
His arms around me, his body around me, I am cocooned like a butterfly, and to be honest it never felt better. If my life was different I would fight for him. But it’s not. I’m after a murderer, who took a part of me and destroyed my life and changed the woman I am.
Is it time to give up the witch hunt? Is this man who I hunt? I don’t think it is. I really don’t think it is. His wife was murdered as well, and I’m pretty sure it was by the same man.
“Hey, you all right?” He whispers.
“Not sure,” I whisper back.
“Do you want to talk?”
I smile, “No, I’d like to make love again.”
Turning on his side, his hand coming up to my face tilting my head up. “Yeah?” He said in the sexiest baritone voice I’ve ever heard.
I nodded as his mouth covered mine. Closing my eyes, I let my body go. His lips, his tongue is magic, loving and skilled. I feel his hand move to my hips and he slightly turns my body away from him. Sliding it down to my thigh, his whole hand nearly wraps around it, lifting it onto his.
With feather touches he wisps the hair at my core sending chills through me. His kiss never faltering. I feel him slowly push inside of me. God he’s so big. He feels so good. When he reaches my end I am full, stretched to the limits, but he feels incredible.
After a few minutes, we work out a rhythm and for what feels like an hour we make love, we kiss, we touch. His hands caressing me everywhere they can reach. Just as my body starts to build, his hand slowly moves to my core, his fingers gently pinch my bud and my body reacts. Shaking as my orgasm rips through me. I can’t breathe, I have never felt this. His hold on me tightens when he realizes what is happening to me.
“I. Got. You.” He softly grunts out as I feel him fill me with his warmth.
The tears don’t stop. I can’t stop them. I don’t want to stop them. He kissed my shoulder, slowly pulling out of me, turning me in his arms. His eyes lock on mine. “I got you,” he whispers as he wipes my tears. I see his on his cheeks as well. My arms wrap around him and he pulls me to his chest.
Who is this man? How is any of this possible? Why couldn’t this be in another time, in another place. I can’t stay here any longer. I think I did this so I would have to leave, I know I did. I just want to go home. For now, I don’t want this cocoon to end. I feel safe here in his arms. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to do anything, but lay in his arms and make love. He makes me not feel anything but this that is happening between us. Closing my eyes, I let sleep take me.
I woke to the sweet scent of the woman in my arms. The light from the day coming through the cracks in the drapes. I managed to untangle myself from her, making my way to the bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror looking at myself. My lips swollen from her kisses. I see a mark on my shoulder which brings a smile to my face. I haven’t had a hickey since I was a teenager. Shaking my head, she can mark every inch of my body if she wanted.
I took care of my business, making my way to the closet I grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and left her to sleep while I made us some food. As I walked into the kitchen my phone lit up on the counter.
Picking it up, “Hello,” I said.
“Mr. Simon, are you all right?” Max rushed through his words.
I smiled, well chuckled. “I’m fine Max. Listen I’m not going anywhere today. Deal with people. I’m turning off my phone. Do not knock on my door or disturb me unless someone dies.”
“Sir your brother has called me several times. He has been trying to get in touch with you.”
“Thank you, Max, I’ll call him next.” I hung up the phone and dialed John. “Hey brother what’s up?”
“Well it’s nine-thirty and I haven’t heard from you and Miss Costello hasn’t come to work yet. I can’t get in touch with her either.”
I chuckled, “Well about that, she won’t be in today. She’s not feeling well.”
“Paul, what did you do?”
I laughed, “I did nothing brother. I think she has food poisoning, or something. She got sick last night on our way home so I just brought her here and I’ve been up most of the night taking care of her. She hasn’t thrown up in about two hours, so I’m hoping it’s passing.”
“You brought her to your house?”
“Yes, is that a problem?”
“Umm, Paul, you’ve never taken a woman to your house.”
I laughed, “She isn’t just any woman John. Don’t worry. Listen I just came out here to make her some tea. I’m shutting my phone off. I’m sure she will be fine and be in tomorrow.”
“All right, well tell her I hope she feels better.”
“I will brother. Talk soon.”
I hung up the phone and put the food on plates. When I turned she was standing at the entrance to the hall, leaning on the wall wearing my shirt, and fuck if she didn’t wear it better than I ever could.
