by Sherri Hayes
Lying here in his bed together did feel different. Although we weren’t doing anything more than we usually did in his chair, lying next to him in his bed felt more intimate. Our bodies were completely entwined. His head rested on my shoulder. My arms were wrapped around his neck while his were securely around my torso. Even our legs had somehow managed to overlap.
“What happened? To the horse?”
He stiffened before letting out a long breath against my skin. “Richard and Diane sold him eventually. After . . . I just couldn’t look at him anymore.”
“I don’t understand,” I said, confused.
There was a long pause. I wasn’t sure he was going to answer me. Then he brought his head up and looked me in the eye. “The last time I spoke to my parents I argued with them. They wanted me to go. I wanted to stay. Xavier was the reason. Every time I looked at him, I remembered.” He trailed his hand down my cheek, my neck, until he was toying with the edge of my shirt just above my breasts. “I know I couldn’t have saved them, even if I’d been there. I just wish the last thing I’d said to my parents was that I loved them, instead of how much I loved Xavier and that I didn’t want to leave him for the week.”
I traced the lines of his face with my hands. He looked much older than he normally did. I felt like I needed to say something, to give him something like he always gave me. “Thank you . . . for telling me.”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Oh, my love, you are one of a kind. I don’t know what I did without you.”
That warm feeling I always got around him spread and exploded in my chest. I smiled up at him.
Suddenly, I wasn’t smiling anymore as his mouth was on mine. It was slow and soft. Instead of slipping inside my mouth, his tongue licked my lips, tracing them with its tip. I moaned at the warm and wet feel, and pressed myself closer to him. He couldn’t hide his excitement when we were this close, and it felt hard against my stomach as we kissed. It didn’t frighten me anymore, not like this.
Instead, I held tighter to him, increasing the pressure, knowing he’d like that. Suffice it to say, he did like it. A lot. He gripped my waist, trying to pull me closer as his other hand twisted in my hair. I felt surrounded in a very good way.
We kissed until we were panting, but he didn’t let me go, or stop. His lips just moved down to my neck and began sucking on the skin there just below the silver collar I wore. I felt the flesh beneath his mouth grow even warmer, but the feelings didn’t end there. There was heat between my legs, too, and that feeling I got when he touched me was starting in my belly. I held tight to his shoulders and leaned my head back, exposing my neck more to his lips, tongue, teeth. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine kissing could ever feel like this.
His hand snaked up my T-shirt until he found my bra-covered breasts. He palmed the soft weight in his hand, squeezing them gently before moving the fabric out of the way. My bare breasts seemed to be much more to his liking as he hummed and moaned against my neck and kneaded and pulled. It felt so good.
I was in somewhat of a daze when he raised his head and quickly removed both my shirt and bra. It happened so fast I might have missed it if not for the feel of the cool air hitting my skin seconds before the warmth of his body pressed against me again.
His tongue dipped into my mouth. It wasn’t quite as gentle this time. There was an edge to it hadn’t been there earlier. I knew he was aroused; his penis was pressing against me, hard and needy. His tongue moved against mine in a way that mimicked sex.
I tried not to think about the actual sex act. He’d said we wouldn’t be going any farther tonight than what I was comfortable with, but I knew if I asked him for sex right now he wouldn’t say no—not unless I froze or panicked, or something.
When he pulled hard on my nipple, I gasped and dug my fingers into his shoulders. My body responded in ways I didn’t understand. I didn’t know how his pinching me—and that’s what he was doing—could be pleasurable, but it was. I felt that tingly warmth between my legs. That first time I felt it, it had scared me a little. I didn’t know what was going on. Now I knew, and I embraced it, letting the feelings take hold inside me.
Wanting to make him feel good, too, I reached down between us and touched him, but as soon as my fingers made contact, his hand circled my wrist and pulled me away. “No,” he said. “Tonight’s about you. I’m fine.”
I didn’t understand. He’d let me touch him before. What was different about tonight? Didn’t he want to feel good, too?
Tears must have formed in my eyes at the rejection, because suddenly his fingers were on my cheeks wiping away the moisture. “Shh. It’s okay. Don’t be upset.”
“I don’t understand. Why can’t I touch you?”
He closed his eyes and sighed. “If you touch me, Brianna, it’s going to be very difficult for me to take this to where I’d like to tonight. It feels far too good with your hand wrapped around me to think of much else, and having you in my bed is just increasing the problem to the point where anything other than the thought of being inside you makes it hard to hold onto my sanity. I promised you we would take this slow. I’m trying very hard to keep that promise.”
Oh.
I glanced down at where our bodies were touching. He sighed again. “Not helping, Brianna.” I giggled, and he groaned, pressing his forehead against mine. “Be a good girl and kiss me,” he said gruffly as his lips descended.
As his mouth made contact with mine again, I was quickly lost in sensation overload. His mouth not only demanded my attention, but so did his hands as they slid down my torso to cup my behind. He dug his fingers into my ass, roughly grinding my lower body against his. The movement was a lot like I remembered sex, except we were still wearing clothing. This felt amazing.
He shifted our bodies slightly, lifting my leg and placing it over his hip. Then he went back to what he’d been doing before. The change in position made what he’d been doing feel even better. Sounds I’d only ever made before in the shower began escaping my lips as he continued to press and grind against me until I felt myself climbing toward the peak that I knew was there waiting for me.
Slowly, I edged closer. Kissing was nearly impossible as his movements increased and soon we were just breathing into each other’s mouths harder and faster.
Then I was there, at the peak, falling off that cliff that left me feeling like a pile of mush. I arched my back and dug my fingers into his sides as I screamed.
Stephan
Watching her orgasm had to be one of the best things in the world. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of seeing it, but she’d totally sidetracked my plans. Dry humping her in the middle of my bed had never been on the agenda for tonight. To make matters worse, I was still extremely hard. I could have let go. I should have probably let go, but then I would have just lay here with her in my arms for the rest of the night instead of pushing forward. So as difficult, and as hard, as it may be . . . I gritted my teeth and lived with the discomfort.
“Shame on you,” I said, smiling so she knew I wasn’t mad at her. “You sidetracked me.”
Even with the smile, she seemed unsure. “I’m sorry. I didn’t . . .”
My finger covered her lips. “It’s all right. We both were carried away. It seems to happen a lot.”
Finally, I saw a small smile appear on her lips. “I like . . . this.”
I kissed her, unable to resist. She was so sweet and innocent sometimes. “So do I. It still doesn’t change the fact that we have more to do. How are you feeling?”
“Relaxed,” she sighed, content.
“Hm.” I nuzzled her neck. “That’s good, but not quite where I need you to be. Let’s lose your jeans first, though.”
She helped me push her jeans down her legs, and I tossed them to the floor. I kneeled at the end of the bed facing her. Her body lay spread out on my bed, naked, save her cream-colored panties. I could see the circles around her nipples from the cigarette burns that marred her flesh. Even the
marks between her legs were more prominent in this position. I doubted she’d ever feel comfortable in a bathing suit out in public. The marks were low enough that they’d be visible unless she wore bottoms that went down to almost her mid-thigh.
I could tell she was getting nervous with my staring at her, and what I was going to have her do wasn’t going to help. “Open your legs for me, sweetheart.” Her eyes opened wide, but instead of repeating myself, I waited. She might not want to, but I was fairly sure she’d comply anyway. Sure enough, her legs slowly began to open. “Wider,” I prompted when she stopped with them only a few inches apart. She gave me a few more inches. “Keep going.” I saw her throat move as she swallowed. Her chest moved up and down rapidly with her nerves. When she’d opened them enough for me to sit in between them, I placed a hand on her right leg to stop her. “Good girl. How are you doing? What number?”
“Um, five?”
“Tell me why.”
“I don’t know what you’re going to do.”
“Trust me?”
She nodded. “I do. I trust you.”
I smiled and moved to sit between her legs. “Good because I’m hoping you’re going to enjoy what’s coming next.”
Leaning forward, I placed a chaste kiss on her lips before trailing kisses in a straight line down her body until I reached the top of her panties. These were ones Lily had picked out for her, and I had to say I approved. The cream color contrasted just enough with her skin, and the silky texture felt nice as I ran my nose along the top before dipping down to tease her cleft.
She sucked in a large amount of air, and I looked up, catching her gaze. Her eyes were still wide. “Tell me what has you worried.”
“Will it hurt?”
I chuckled. “No. I can promise you that it won’t hurt. Not at all. Why do you think it will hurt?”
“It did. Before.”
I squeezed her leg comfortingly. “Do you like how I kiss you?”
“Yes.”
Smiling, I bent down and placed a closed-mouth kiss on top of her panty-covered clit. “That’s all I’m going to do. Kiss you.”
“Kiss me?”
“Kiss you,” I said, placing another kiss to her clit, adding more pressure.
“Okay,” she said, seeming to have relaxed a little. My hope was for her to relax a lot more before this was finished.
Slipping my fingers inside her panties, I moved them down her legs enough for me to see what lay underneath. She was glistening, and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth there. Lifting first her right and then her left leg, I worked her panties down each limb before throwing them over my shoulder to join her jeans.
She was completely bare before me except for the hair that was now starting to take over her mound. I really did prefer an unobstructed view, but she was still beyond beautiful. Her lips were the same shade as when her skin flushed as she climaxed. It guided my thoughts and my actions as I stuck out my tongue and took a long lick.
Her response was better than expected. I felt her tense at the first touch, but then she tensed in a very different way by the time I reach her bundle of nerves on the top. “Give me your hands.”
It took her a moment to register what I’d said, but she reached for my hands. I clasped them together, hoping this would help her in some way. This was all about pleasuring her with my mouth. Hands were out of the equation for now.
I went back to my objective. The tip of my tongue traced the outline of her lips before sucking them into my mouth. I suckled her flesh as I would her breast before concentrating on her now-dripping entrance. Moisture was seeping out, and I eagerly devoured it.
By the time I moved my attention to back to her clit, she was holding my hands so tight I was losing feeling. I listened to her breathing hitch as my tongue circled around and pressed firmly, before backing off and repeating the same pattern. It was driving her toward the edge again, and I could tell she was close.
Pulling her right hand down between her legs, I sucked two of her fingers in my mouth to wet them before placing them on either side of her clit. My hand guided her movement and she seemed so lost in the feelings she was experiencing that she wasn’t paying much attention to the details.
“Touch yourself, Brianna.”
“What?” she asked, sounding groggy.
I moved our hands again, showing her what I wanted. “Touch yourself. Show me what you like, what feels good.” Her hand stilled completely, but instead of repeating, I went back to what I’d been doing, hoping she’d follow my instruction.
She did. Eventually. Her movements were tentative at first, but grew bolder as she found enjoyment in her own touch.
When she was nearing her peak again, I readjusted her hand lower. “Put a finger inside yourself.”
Slowly, cautiously, I both saw and felt her hand move. But just as the tips of her fingers were about to disappear, she cried, “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” I insisted. “It’s just your fingers. You control the feeling, good or bad. Would it help if I let go of your wrist?”
“No,” she sobbed.
“Hey,” I said, stopping. “What number?”
“S . . . seven.”
“Take a deep breath and let it out.” She did. “Remember how great everything has felt so far? This will feel good, too. No pain, okay?”
“Okay,” she breathed. I smiled, and kissed the top of her fingers before placing them again over her opening. My tongue followed and licked around and between her fingers, encouraging her.
Then one finger, followed closely by the other, disappeared inside her.
Stephan
She’d pushed two fingers in up to her first knuckle and no farther. It was as if she was waiting on something. I could only guess the memory of pain she feared. My tongue slid in between her fingers, massaging and tasting. I was thrilled with her positive reception to oral sex. There was nothing better than feasting from a woman’s pussy, but as with everything else when it came to Brianna, this experience was ranking at the top of my list of all-time favorite experiences.
“Push your fingers in a little further. You’re doing well. It’s such a lovely sight, seeing your fingers pushed inside you like this.” I watched as her chest rose and fell with her exaggerated breathing before she slid her fingers deeper. “Good girl. How does that feel?”
“I . . . I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. I’ve never had my fingers inside you before. Tell me how it feels.”
“Puffy?”
I smiled. She was being very literal, and that was perfectly fine. “What else?”
“Really moist.”
“Hm. Yes, you are very wet. I’m enjoying the view and the taste very much.”
“You like it?”
I stifled my laugh. “You have no idea how much I like it, Brianna. Can you move your fingers in and out for me? I’d like to get more of those delectable juices of yours.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
Cautiously, her fingers began to move in and out. As her confidence increased, so did the speed of her fingers. It was an amazing sight to behold, and I had a front row seat. I took advantage, did as promised, and dove in to get every drop of her moisture I could from her fingers as they exited before disappearing back inside again. It took a while, but after several minutes, she started to relax and enjoy the feel of the penetration.
My hand gripped her wrist tighter, and I guided her palm so that with every motion she was bumping against her clit. Her breathing stuttered before picking up again, and I smiled, never taking my mouth from her. The joy I felt knowing I was helping her overcome this hurdle was something I could never have imagined two months ago. It also helped that I was more attracted to her than I’d ever been to another woman in my life. Even with her scars, her body was perfect. She was soft in all the right places, and she fit perfectly in my arms. Seeing her spread out before me like this, imitating the motion of me gliding in and out of her, had my groin aching, demanding att
ention. I ignored it.
“Brianna?”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to stick one of my fingers inside you. You’ll feel fuller, but other than that it should feel very much the same.”
She stopped moving for a moment and tensed, but then took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“Good girl. Remember to tell me if something doesn’t feel right.” She nodded slightly, and her fingers began their in and out movement again.
I had to shift positions in order to remain holding onto her wrist and free my other arm enough to allow the mobility I needed. Once I rearranged myself, I began stroking my tongue along her sensitive folds again, willing her to relax. When I heard a sigh leave her lips, I knew she was ready.
Taking a single finger, I held my hand upside down and pushed it inside her, slowly trying to match the thrust and retreat of her own fingers. All the way in, I asked, “Can you feel my finger, Brianna?”
“Yes.”
“Are you okay? What number?”
“T . . . two.”
“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Now I want you to look down here at me.” She did. “Use the pillow behind you to prop your head up. I want your eyes on me.” Her movement faltered as she did what I said. I waited until she was settled again before continuing. “I want you to remove your fingers.”
Brianna’s fingers came out warm and wet, and I latched onto them as soon as they were clear, sucking them into my mouth. “Oh,” she breathed. I held her gaze as I cleaned her digits. She was flushed and looking a bit disheveled from our dry humping earlier and the show she put on for me between her legs.
I let go of her hand, kissing it, and pressed the single finger that remained inside her firmly against her wall. “Can you still feel my finger inside you?”
“Yes.”
