by J A Fielding
“I’m sorry,” she apologized. He looked at her and smiled before he reached for her hand.
“No, I am,” he said. “You were right and I was wrong,” he added.
“Are you just saying that for the sake of ending the fight or do you mean it?” she asked.
“Actually, I do mean it. I should have listened to you,” he said. “I think it’s just that…I don’t know what to say. I think I just overreacted,” he admitted.
“And it was not my place to talk to you like I did. I was projecting my anger for Melina onto you,” Julie said. Steven smiled and shrugged. “It’s just that she makes me so angry…I can never seem to think straight when she is around,” she added.
“She is that bad, huh?” he asked.
“Oh, you have no idea,” Julie said, laughing as she pushed her chair back and cleared the table. “You know this is not the first time she has done this. If I was to count how many times she has come up with these business ideas, I think I would count more than ten occasions,” she added as she put the plates in the sink.
“More than ten? Don’t you think you’re being a little extreme?” he asked. She smiled and shook her head.
“I could give you at least eight names of people she got to invest in her crazy schemes. Me included,” she told him, as she leaned against the counter. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
“You? Really?” he gasped.
“Well, in my defense, I didn’t know better. She got me for twenty grand, I don’t even remember what her latest fad at the time was,” Julie said. “But seriously, I’m really sorry,” she added. Steven looked at her and pulled her close.
“I know. I am too,” he said in a low voice as he looked into her eyes. She smiled as he brought his head down to kiss her. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look in that dress?” he asked just before he kissed her. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt his lips mashing against hers, his tongue seeking hers. Though she had kissed him a million times before, she could feel something different about this one kiss. There was some kind of electrifying passion in his lips that she had never felt before, a sizzle in his touch that she was feeling for the first time that made a thrill run down her spine. When he pulled away from her, she was panting. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was smiling down at her, his eyes almost smoky. She felt his hand slowly caressing her, seeking out the zipper at the back. She looked into his eyes as he slowly pulled the zipper down before he brought his hands to her shoulders and slipped the dress off. For some reason, she felt flushed as he pushed the dress lower on her body, his eyes savoring her perfect contours as he left her standing there in a matching set of lace and satin panties. “God, you are trying to kill me today, aren’t you?” he asked smiling at her. She smiled back at him and kicked off one of her shoes but he shook his head. “Leave them on,” he ordered. She smiled and put the one shoe back on just before he took her hand and led her out of the kitchen. She followed him down the hallway and into the bedroom. Once there, Steven looked at her from head to toe, like a curator examining some kind of fine art…but then again, she was a piece of art, his piece of art. He stepped forward and slipped an arm around her waist and then used his other hand to sweep her hair to one side before he began kissing her neck slowly and softly. Julie moaned softly as she felt his lips slowly trailing up her neck, slowly before trailing his kisses back down, all the way to her shoulder. He pulled away and looked at her, a smile on his lips. She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck before she kissed him softly.
Steven pulled away again and turned her around, holding her against him. She raised her arm and held his neck. She loved the way he made her feel: wanted, owned, and dominated all at once. She closed her eyes again as he kissed the other side of her neck while his hand slowly caressed her torso, getting so close to her breasts and then pulling back. By that time, she was craving his touch. She had half a mind to take her bra off and let him have his way with her but he clearly had other plans. It was not long before she felt his hands on her bra, unhooking the clasp. She gasped silently as her bra fell off, leaving her breasts free of their constraints. She closed her eyes again when he held one of her breasts in his hand, her nipple pressing hard against his palm. She moaned softly as she felt him caressing her softly, alternating his touch. When he turned her around, she could feel her panties wet. She felt a little awkward standing in front of him with only her panties and a pair of shoes while he was still fully dressed. She looked at him and slowly put her hands on his waist before she began pulling his t-shirt over his head. He smiled and raised his arms to ease things for her. She let the t-shirt drop to the floor before she went ahead to undo his belt buckle and pull down his zipper. But that was all he was going to let her do. He held her hands and kissed her softly as he gently forced her on the bed.
Julie looked up at him as he lowered his head to kiss her shoulder and then her chest. She closed her eyes and let a small gasp escape her lips when he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked softly. Her other breast was getting equal attention from his flicking fingertips. She held his head against her chest as he let his tongue roll around her already hardened nipple. He pulled his head back getting her nipple out of his mouth before he took the other nipple into his mouth. She let out a whimper as he slowly did the same to this one what he had done earlier for the other one. By this time, all she wanted was for him to get inside her, to claim her and she was showing this by raising her hips, pressing them against his crotch. She gasped when he suddenly released her nipple and knelt on the bed in between her knees and pulled her panties down. Her eyes were fixated on his as she raised her hips to make his work easier. She looked up at him as he got off the bed and got out of his jeans and boxers before getting back on the bed. He got back on the bed resuming his position in between her legs before he slowly entered her with one long finger. Her eyes got wide as he moved his finger in and out of her. She could feel herself getting wetter as he went on until she couldn’t take it any longer. She raised her hips making his finger slip out of her.
He looked at her and raised his finger to his lips. She looked at him as he licked her juices off his finger. That turned her on even more. He got on top of her and aligned himself with her entrance before he pushed himself inside her. She whimpered when she felt the head of his cock enter her. He pulled back and then pushed back in burying himself to the hilt. She held him tightly as she felt him stretching her out as he moved in and out of her slowly. Soon, he was working himself in and out of her pussy in a steady motion, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt him burying himself inside her with every thrust. She was fighting against her inner self not to scream as he fucked her long and hard.
“Don’t do that. Don’t hold back on me. Let me hear you,” Steven said in a surprisingly calm and sexy voice. She dug her nails into his back, making him groan as he began thrusting into her even harder than before. He had gone from gentle strokes to a relentless piston in just a matter of minutes. It was hard for her to contain herself by then. She let out a cry as she felt an impending orgasm building up in her walls. She felt his cock filling her folds as it began pulsating beckoning her own climax. She held on for dear life as he thrust into her harder and faster as he went on until he finally yelled out as he climaxed. He held her tightly as she shivered in his arms, their bodies entwined in their passion. She was smiling up at him when he pulled away to kiss her.
“Did I mention how much I love our makeup sex?” she asked. Steven looked down at her and laughed before he rolled off. She turned on her side and looked at her. “But I love you more,” she said in a low voice. He pushed a strand of her hair off her face and smiled at her.
“I love you too,” he said.
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