by Ysabel Wilde
As I suspected, even though I had my hand over the mouthpiece John had spoken loud enough to be heard on the other end of the phone.
“Who is that? Where are you? I thought you’d be home,” Brad snapped. The seduction in his voice vanished, replaced with a rough edge. “Faith?” he said sternly.
That tone always worked with uncooperative patients but it wasn’t going to work with me. Not over the phone at least. If I were in front of him that may be a different story. He scared the bejesus out of me lately, but as long as he was on the other end not able to see the horror he was inciting I could sound strong.
“No, I’m not at home.” It wasn’t his business where I was. I held my breath for his response. Brad never reacted well to defiance. When we were together I made sure to never anger him.
John called from the hall again, louder this time.
“Faith, answer me or I’m coming in. You telling me you’re naked won’t stop me either. It would probably work the opposite, if you want the truth.” I could hear the worry hanging on his voice, but he was attempting to play it off.
All I could do was shut my eyes and wait to see if the man on the other line heard. No matter how harmless John had meant the comment to be he had given this snake more ammunition to confirm his claim that I was indeed a slut. If I didn’t try to pacify Brad this would be all over the hospital by tomorrow.
“I’ll be right there,” I said, trying to keep the nerves at bay, feeling perspiration form on my forehead.
When Brad spoke again his voice was so quiet I had to strain to hear him. “Will you be home later? Will you be with him?” He sounded broken.
That threw me for a loop. Maybe he was going to try to right this after all. The clock on John’s nightstand told me I had two hours to get back home before Brad wanted to come over.
“I can be there by noon. I gotta go.” I hung up before he replied. John catching me on the phone with the ex and having to try to answer more questions that I didn’t know how to answer, or want to, gave me a pounding headache.
The hand that held the phone was still shaking as I ripped the door open. John stood in front of me with his hand extended towards the knob, a pin at the ready to unlock it.
“Where do you have to be at noon?” he asked. He saw my eyes go big.
Shoot, how was I going to explain this? Before I had to answer I got swallowed up by his massive hold, covering me like a blanket, making me forget about everything. Why was I fighting this? Oh, right, I decided we could only be friends.
John started speaking but I was immersed in him, not fully aware of what he was saying.
“We need to have a talk,” I vaguely heard him say. I could smell cumin on his breath. When did he start using it in his eggs? He never use to.
At that moment I was in my own world. I cuddled up closer, tightening my grip around his rock solid waist, wiping away any gap that could have been open between us.
His length hardened against my stomach. I buried my nose into his smooth, warm abdomen, soaking up the delicious, clean, musky smell, even better than the cotton shirt.
As I stood in his arms, my body melted against his like they were made for each other. It felt so good, but forget it.
Never.
I managed to pull out of the John induced haze and asked, “What do you want to talk about?”
Shit! I heard my voice, it sounded dreamy and pathetic. What made the situation worse was my question came out muffled because I still had my head tucked into his warm stomach. It seemed I was the only one who felt my voice sounded pitiful because John grew even harder between us as I received a tighter hug.
Air gushed out of my lungs as his iron limbs clenched around me. It felt so good shivers ran up and down my spine. John took an arm away causing me to let out a small groan of protest. I wasn’t left bereft for long. He found my chin, tipping it up so I had to look into those green bits of heaven. I refused, keeping my eyes sealed. I wanted to revel in the feel of his fingers on my skin even if it was only my chin. As soon as I saw him I’d be a goner.
Before I could open my eyes his breath was on my cheek, grazing me with a soft kiss. My mouth dropped open slightly in surprise from the reverence that I felt from that one delicate kiss from such a powerful man. I wanted to cry.
His strong hands moved gingerly to cup either side of my neck while his thumbs brushed the tender spot below my ears, slowly drawing small kisses along my jaw until he met my mouth. I was breathless, my lips parting wanting more.
Without asking permission, his tongue entered, finding mine, stroking shy at first until I joined him. Our tongues tangled with each other, exploring slowly. His kisses always told me everything he felt. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so wanted. I relaxed my hold around him, tasting and savoring the feel of his mouth so warm and wet. The lust was rapidly building with each stroke, making me cream my panties. If his fingers touched my hot spot now I would combust.
A moan escaped me, arousing him. His hand slipped from my chin into my hair, taking a handful and tugging. A growl of his own came out in response as he pulled me in closer, urgently deepening our kiss. The soft and gentle kiss had changed to hungry and rough. Teeth clashed in our frenzy to get as much of each other as possible. I clawed at his bare chest, wanting more of him. A low grunt escaped his mouth into mine again and I swallowed it up with my own purr in response.
A hand moved down under my shirt, finding my ass, digging his hips into mine, reminding me of his rock hard erection. My hands stopped there, clawing, wandering down to both of his ass cheeks, digging my nails into his flannel pants wishing they were on his bare ass.
We were so engulfed in each other I didn’t notice we were moving until I suddenly felt the bed behind my knees, making me lose my balance.
We fell backwards as one onto the mattress. Hands started roaming over bodies in a frenzied pace, not able to get enough. If we didn’t touch every inch of each other we would explode.
John’s hand moved to the front, caressing my stomach as he made his way up to one breast alternating between running his thumb across my nipple and plucking it until he brought it to a tight peak. Once satisfied, he moved to the other side to pay the same kind of attention to that breast, but never breaking contact with my mouth.
I found the waist band of his pants and made my way to his stiff cock. I wanted to stroke it until he was as insane as I was. We were so primal neither of us could speak, only grunting, panting, purring in appreciation of what the other was doing.
Clothes started flying off. He yanked my shirt off in one swift motion dropping it to the ground. Then I slid his pajama bottoms down with my legs before flinging them behind his head, knocking something down.
Once we were naked, chest to chest, I wanted to scream it felt so amazing, his heart pounding so hard I could feel it against my own. I couldn’t resist splaying my hand over his heart.
“I love touching you,” I breathed.
My hand didn’t stay there long. John took it into his massive one, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it tenderly, staring into my eyes before raising both of my arms over my head to leave them there and make his way back down.
“Fuck me, please. You’re teasing me,” I moaned as one of the licks he gave to my nipple followed by a nip hit me straight in my pussy. I went to bring a hand down to yank on his sandy brown hair but was given a tsk in between nips.
“Am I?” he asked with a smile that touched my collar bone. “I need to feel for myself,” he whispered in a husky voice as his hand made its way down, feeling every curve and dip as it went. When he reached between my legs he let out a groan that almost made me cum and said, “Shit, you’re soaked.”
Two fingers plunged inside taking over complete control.
My nerves were still on fire from all the attention he had started under my ear and worked down.
The two fingers he had working the sensitive spot inside were about to kill me. I didn’t know how much more I could take. My body
was attempting to writhe away from him but his full weight was on me, keeping me prisoner. Adding a third sent me out of the atmosphere.
“Let go, Faith.” John’s voice was right next to my ear in a whispered moan. He licked the shell of my ear as he spoke, pushing me over the precipice.
A scream erupted from somewhere. The noise I heard sounded like a wild animal. I realized the sound was me because John was rubbing my hair saying sweet words of confirmation as I convulsed under him drenched in sweat.
It took all my power to not pound my throbbing cock into her while she was in the middle of her orgasm. I was so hard for her I wanted to blow my load. The only thing that helped me control myself was to lean my forehead against her temple and talk to her as I jerked my cock to relieve some of the pain. She had me so hot my cock was already drenched in pre-cum, but I refused to rush.
I don’t care if she has to meet someone at noon. We’re going to do this right even if it means I have to drive like a Helion to get her where she needs to go later.
As she started to come down off her high, I ran my fingers across her flat stomach. My hand felt so cold against her burning skin. When her breathing returned to normal I spoke into her hair and said, “We’re just getting started,” pressing a kiss against her temple, taking in her soft floral scent when I finished.
Fully expecting her to give me some sort of argument she caught me off guard. She rolled over the top of me, straddling her legs, her cunt resting directly above the head of my dick.
Her hair hung around us like a curtain of auburn silk. With a wicked smile she purred, “I’m all in after that.”
The kiss that followed those words made my entire body spasm with excitement. I dug my fingers into her hips ready to flip her underneath when she stopped me. Leaning down so our chests touched, her mouth next to my ear, she said in a sultry tone, “Oh, no you don’t. This time it’s my turn.”
Her hands slid down my chest, tweaking my nipples. She was licking my chest and abdomen. When she’d had enough, she slid her sexy petite hands beneath me, reached my ass, grabbing my cheeks and dug her nails in.
“Ouch. Be careful with the equipment,” I said, sitting up on my forearms so we were eye to eye.
“Uh, honey I would never want to hurt the equipment, but I had to do it. I’ve been dying to do that since breakfast.”
Then breaking our connection she sat up so she was below my cock on my lap. Without any shyness she grabbed it and started stroking it. The look in her eyes is one I’d never seen from her. She was a woman possessed and wild. I was in love all over again with this new side of her.
My arms gave out, letting my head fall against the pillow, reveling in the sensations overtaking me. She leaned back down so we were skin to skin. Her breasts were stroking my stomach in time with every stroke her hand gave my cock. Deep guttural groans vibrated into my abdomen, causing her nipples to rub against me even more, putting me on the brink of breaking.
Luckily she started making her way down my body, rubbing me the entire time, heat on heat. When her mouth wrapped around the head of my erection I growled, “Oh, fuck!”
The cords in my neck strained under the tension. The heat from her breath swirling around my already sensitive tip was almost too much to handle. I clutched the sheets with my hands, otherwise I was pretty sure I would end up hurting her if I touched her. The feelings were so intense I wanted to die.
“Turn around and come here. Sit on my face. I want to taste your sweetness.”
Faith wasted no time obeying my request. I was licking her pussy, fucking it with my tongue like I would soon be doing with my cock. She tasted so fucking sweet. Sucking her clit into my mouth I teased the bundle of nerves until she was grinding into my face like I wanted her to do with my cock.
“Shit, John your tongue is fucking magic. I love it almost as much as I love your cock.”
Her back arched, pushing her drenched pussy further into my mouth.
I tongue fucked her, drinking in her sweet juices. Just as she was on the brink, I pulled out, lapping at her folds to bring her down, only to fuck her with my mouth harder the next time, pushing her over and taking everything she gave.
She picked up right were she stopped, taking my entire length to the back of her throat. My cock was twitching out of control, the veins throbbing with each stroke of her burning tongue. Her head traveled the same path up and down driving me mad, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip before following a vein down to the root with kisses on her descent. If I looked at my cock I would swear it was aflame from her mouth.
“That’s right baby, lick it all the way down. I want to feel your saliva all over my thick cock. I want it dripping with you.”
Glorious fire that I could have all day everyday it felt so damn good. Her mouth trailed down to my balls, sucking one and licking it before paying the same attention to the other as she stroked the taint just behind them, sending my muscles into convulsions.
“Fuck, you’re so God damn beautiful. I love you so fucking much.”
Her mouth swallowed my massive cock up, making my muscles tense as my back arched off the bed. The heat and suction from her glorious mouth took all my control away. I started bucking under her, fucking her mouth with a force I hoped wasn’t too much for her to handle. With each deep thrust I could feel the back of her throat while my balls hit her chin. My hand dug into her hair, guiding her head down but she was in her own zone as well. Fuck she was so gorgeous. I couldn’t get over the realization she was here with me.
My heart wanted to burst with how much I loved her. The realization of how much I cared for her made my cock pulse with the need for release.
I don’t even know how I managed to dance with her earlier. It took every ounce of will power to get my feet to move with her tight little body in my arms knowing only a little piece of cotton was separating us. I had been dying to have this with her since last night. That song meant so much more to me than she’ll ever understand. Forcing my feet to move her around the floor, making love a different way than stripping her naked and dragging her to the couch was worth every bit of pain I endured. She felt like the old Faith as we glided across the kitchen together. Her face was glowing, her eyes twinkling, everything I burned to memory about her was there. When I saw a glimmer of confusion cross her face I decided it was best not to push it.
Hearing my sex kitten purr with my cock throbbing in her mouth brought me back to the now. She flipped back around planting kisses over my chest, still caressing my cock with her pussy, moving up and down, grinding on it like she had my face. I ran my tongue over my lips at the memory, savoring the last of her cum that she’d given me. Our breathing was jagged.
My eyes were glued shut but I could feel her gaze on me, watching my reactions to what she was doing. She gave me a reprieve, I thought, until I felt her take hold of my cock, placing the head at her dripping entrance before lowering herself on me in one swift movement.
“Shit.” My eyes popped open in surprise from the feel of her heat and wetness mixed together when she slid down my slippery length.
I had to take over. Without pulling out I flipped her underneath me, starting a slow shallow rhythm in and out. It wasn’t the pace I wanted. I really wanted to be a wild dog and pound the hell out of her but I was determined not to rush it.
Resting my forehead in the crook of her neck I growled through clenched teeth, “I want to pound your brains out about now. Do you have any idea how much I love being in your pussy?”
Then I gave her an open mouth kissed where my head was hiding, holding back the bite I was dying to deliver. The image of my mark on her neck exciting me, making my cock twitch in a frenzy.
“I love you in me. Feeling that thick cock stretching me,” she said arching her breast into me, urging me on by mirroring my movements. “Do it. Fuck me, I need it. I want it.”
She dug her nails into my ass again to make me move how she wanted. I was so enthralled with her I didn’t feel
pain.
“No, Faith, I don’t want to fuck you. I want to make love to you,” I said breathing harder as I started to go faster, but still holding back what I wanted.
“John, speed doesn’t make the difference between a fuck and making love it’s how we feel. As long as you aren’t calling me a slut when you say it I like using the word fuck. It turns me on. So FUCK ME.” This time she made sure I felt her digging her nails into me.
Faith’s nails in my ass worked the same as a whip to a horse. That along with her words were all I needed and I let loose.
I slipped my arm under her waist to make sure I had hold of her and rammed in to her tight pussy like I’d wanted to do since her mouth was sucking the shit out of my cock. She was so drenched you could hear us slapping against each other, making us that much more excited. On my way back out of one of my powerful thrusts I asked, “Are you okay?
“YES!” she screamed through gritted teeth as she clawed at my back.
Every time I was about to ram into her she knew because I would hold on to her waist a little tighter. Instead of tensing up to get ready for it she did the opposite and became slack. Little grunts of pleasure after each thrust when I ground our pelvises together to rub her already sensitive clit some more would escape her straining throat.
We were both on the brink when she shuddered and asked, “Are you ready? I want you to cum with me.”
I had my head against her cheek drowning in her. All I could do was nod. Our sweat mixed to make a powerful elixir of seduction. I was wrecked.
As I thrust furiously into her she started screaming my name. When she yelled out, “John, I love you,” we went over the ledge together. The only sounds in the room were of our ragged breathing while I pumped languidly inside her bringing us down.
I held myself over her putting a kiss on the tip of her nose, then finding her mouth I meant to give her a gentle kiss but she took me, tasting every inch of my mouth like we had just begun instead of finished.
I was starting to get hard again while still in her. When I took a breather and looked toward the clock I saw she only had fifteen minutes to get back to her place.
