by Michelle Lee
Oh my!
"I believe so, but you can tell me again," I tease as I reach up and sweep back a few strands of hair off of his forehead.
He leans down and tickles his lips along my neck, up to my ear. His teeth graze my earlobe. "You look fucking edible," he puffs into my ear.
My insides liquefy and my endangered pussy cries out, leaving my panties completely drenched. If my inner self has her way at the moment, I will strip Davis, naked, only using my teeth.
Now is not the time.
But…
No buts. This is Chloe's wedding, remember?
Oh yeah, right.
"Mr. Davis, I know exactly what you're trying to do and it's not gonna work, at least not now."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Miss Marshall."
"Don't act all innocent."
"Oh, Miss Marshall, you should know by now there's nothing innocent about me or you for that matter." His velvet voice wraps around me.
"Oh, really?" I question with a cocked eyebrow.
"Yes really, but you'll have to wait to find out for sure," he teases.
"Don't keep me waiting too long," I tease back.
"Believe me, I don't think I can," he confesses with that infamous crooked smile of his.
"I think we should get back."
"If you insist, Miss Marshall."
"I insist, Mr. Davis."
"Well then, lead the way." He smacks my ass with a wink.
Holy fuck!
As he makes his way passed me, I smack him right back. My inner self cheers. We find our way into the room and Chloe immediately calls us over.
"It's time," she announces.
Shit, the dance.
As if he hears my inner thought, Davis turns to me, "Don't worry, I won't let you embarrass yourself."
"Thanks."
The music starts and a hush comes over the room. Chloe and Jason start first, floating around the dance floor like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. On the eighth count, Davis and I join in. He moves us gracefully across the dance floor and not once do I trip, stumble or mess up. As he holds me I feel heat radiate between us, eventually it consumes the two of us. It is as though we have become the only two people in the room. Not once do we break our gaze into each other's eyes. I can see deep into his soul and in it I find comfort and peace. I am hyper aware of my feelings for him and know I am definitely looking at my something more.
Oh my God.
I know it's really all there.
I'm….
You're scared and to be honest so am I.
Well fan-fucking-tastic.
Don't worry.
Don't worry?
We'll get past our fears.
I hope so.
I know so.
Finally, the music stops and the crowd cheers and clink their glasses. Then the lights go out, we are shrouded in complete darkness.
"Ready, Kassidy?" Chloe asks.
"Ready," I confirm.
"Well, let's blow the roof of this place and get our zombie on," she encourages.
Thriller begins and the place goes nuts. The four of us give our best zombie and everyone really seems to love it. I am over taken by a confidence, that comes from I don't know where. I know I would have done the King of Pop proud. As Vincent Price cackles, the place erupts. Zombie dance is a huge success. I have to hand it to Chloe, she knows how to start a party. All my worrying and protesting was for nothing because that was so much fun. I am so elated that I turn to Davis and wrap my arms around him, hugging him tight.
"I did it! Holy shit, I fucking did it!"
"You sure did," he confirms.
As I pull away and stare into his emerald eyes, I am overcome with all sorts of emotions, that I crash my lips into his. He moans into my mouth and pulls me tighter to him. Our lips and tongues continue the dance our bodies have stopped.
"Yeah, Davis!" someone yells from the crowd of guests.
I immediately feel the flames blaze up my neck and settle on my cheeks. I bury my face in his chest. I have totally forgotten where we are. I turn around to see Chloe and Macy all smiles. Davis ushers me off the dance floor to finish what we started—alone.
***
The rest of the reception progresses almost like every other wedding; the newlyweds dance, kiss when we all clink our glasses, drink and dance some more. Then it is time for the best man and maid of honor's toasts. Davis goes first.
"As some of you know Anderson, I mean Jason and I, have known each other since we were kids. And until today I have never seen him so extremely happy. Chloe, you've done that and I thank you. I always knew Jason deserved the best and I know in you he's found that. I hope one day I'm as lucky as him. To Chloe and Jason," as he raises his glass his eyes burn into mine.
Mothertruckerlickingballs! Was that part directed to me?
He was staring at you when he said it.
Holy shit!
I know!
"Kassidy," Chloe whispers, "it's your turn."
"Sorry," I whisper back.
As I look to Davis he mouths "Belleview."
I blush right on cue.
"Chloe, you've been my friend, my rock, my sister. I can't think of a time when I haven't seen you happy until today because you're not just happy, you're home. Jason is your home, your heart, your destiny. I can't imagine two people more perfect for each other. I wish you nothing but love and happiness. I love you both." And with that the tears spill out and Chloe and I embrace each other. Before I know it Macy is a part of the moment as well.
***
The festivities continue. I decide I need another drink and get in line at the bar.
"Hey bitch," someone calls from behind as they nudge my back.
I turn to see Macy has finally pried herself away from Chad, "Hey skank."
"Beautiful, huh?" she asks.
"Most definitely."
"Um, you and Davis look really good together," she encourages.
"Thanks."
"Hey by the way, what is up with the cupcake favors? I mean don't get me wrong, I love a fucking cupcake, but Chloe has, as usual, left me out of the loop on this one," inquires Macy.
"Oh, the cupcakes. She has been reading this story where the guy in it is obsessed with cupcakes. She can't look at a cupcake the same way anymore and thought it would be a good idea to give everyone something yummy to take home instead of some lame gift," I inform.
"Cool. Well I'm off to find Chad."
"No drink?"
"Nah, just wanted to say hi. Laters."
"Laters."
Chloe and Jason finally make their departure to start their honeymoon. Most of the guests have dispersed after that, however, the band has one last song to play for those that remain. I stand there, alone, as the female singer takes the mic. The words of Taylor Swift’s Crazier flows out of her mouth, it stirs something in me.
"May I have this dance," a voice breathes behind me.
I turn to find Davis standing before me. My heart skips a beat. "Yes you may," I oblige.
He leads me to the dance floor, twirls me around once before he takes me in his arms. We sway to the rhythm as she continues to sing. The words take up residence inside me—inside my mind, heart and soul. When she sings “you showed me something I couldn’t see…” I feel it and know it because Davis has done that to me. In such a short time, he has shown me what I couldn't see at first. He has made me believe, believe in myself, believe in my feelings, believe in him. He has made me crazier, crazier for him.
Even though the song ends, we continue to sway. He draws his hand to my cheek and pulls my lips to his. My stomach constricts and my thoughts go foggy. I am completely and utterly lost in Davis. Our lips continue to move. His tongue sweeps along my bottom lip and my lips part, as our tongues mingle and intertwine; dancing. My breathing hitches as his hand slowly eases down my back and presses on my ass. I feel his hard length on my stomach. I reach my hands up and lace them into his thick, dark locks.
Crash!
The drummer drops a cymbal; the sound echoes in the practically empty room and breaks Davis and me from our moment. He looks down at me, eyes blazing onyx with heated passion.
"You wanna get out of here," he asks.
"Yes," the word rushes from my lips.
Davis laces his fingers with mine, hitches me to his side and pulls me off the dance floor. We grab our coats and make our way to his car.
***
While I buckle myself in my senses are overtaken by honey and spice. I am enveloped by honey, by Davis. My endangered pussy inhales deeply and smiles as I do.
We make it to his place in record time. In the elevator, the desire for each other is palpable. The elevator ignites with our intensity for each other and we are once again drawn to each other, our lips meeting. He crashes into me and his hands explore my curves. I so want him right then and there, but the elevator dings its arrival to his floor.
Davis and I race down the hall to his door. He jabs the key into the lock and flings the door open. As soon as it closes, he has me pinned against the wall. His hand pulls my arms above my head, while his other hand trails its way up my thigh, under my dress.
"God, Kassidy, you feel so good," he breathes into my neck as he sucks and licks along the way.
"Davis," I pant.
His fingers tug at my panties. My breathing stops.
"Kassidy, is this okay?"
I will myself to speak, but when I open my mouth, silence.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry, I just thought…" he panics.
Say something.
I'm trying to.
Try harder.
His hand slowly moves away, leaving my panties in place and he releases my arms at the same time. Instinct takes over and I reach down and stop his hand before it reaches the light of day again. He looks confused.
"Davis, it's fine. I want this. I've been wanting this," I confess.
"Really?" he says with great relief.
"Really," I assure him.
His eyes light up like a little kid with a free pass to buy whatever he wants at Toys 'R Us. Davis cocks his head to one side, sucks in his bottom lip and immediately ushers me toward his bedroom. He lifts me into his arms as we make our way down the hall. We finally reach our destination and Davis gently puts me down by his bed. He stands over me, takes off his jacket, his bowtie, unbuttons his shirt and eases it off. His muscular form is flawless. My eyes drink him in, all of him. He is perfect and he is going to be mine. The thought makes my heart stop. I reach my hand to him and trail my finger along his well-defined abs.
"Yummy."
Oh shit, did I say that out loud?
Uh huh.
"You're quite yummy yourself Miss Marshall."
He reaches behind me and skillfully unzips my dress. I stand up and shimmy out of it.
"Beautiful," he whispers as I stand only in my panties.
I reach down, unfasten his pants and pull them down to his ankles. He easily steps out of them and tosses them aside while his eyes burn into me. Davis steps to me, pushing me into the bed. His hand cups my breast and gently squeezes as he eases me down. Davis’s knee part my legs as he slithers up me. He hovers over me, just staring deep into my eyes. I can see deep into his beautiful soul and I see desire, want, lust and something I can't quite put my finger on.
"Davis?" I utter.
"Sorry, I get so easily lost in you," his voice washes over me.
He breaks his gaze and his lips find my neck. He inhales slowly, breathing me in.
"Heaven," he exhales.
Davis kisses his way down my neck, along my collarbone until his lips meet my breast and erect nipple. His tongue swirls around it, before he takes it between his teeth and gently pulls. Fire surges from my belly and I arch in ecstasy underneath him.
"You do taste delicious." His breath tickles my heated skin.
"Davis, please," I beg not being able to take much more.
My endangered pussy is screaming for more, while my inner self is sprawled out on the floor taking matters into her own hand.
He continues to kiss down my chest and my stomach. His tongue flickers out and laps at my navel. Finally, his mouth meets my panties taking them between his teeth he, pulls them off.
My inner self takes notice.
His hand slide up my thigh and his finger finds its way to my slit, teasing me as he trails it along my opening.
"You're more than ready, Miss Marshall," he playfully teases.
"You have no idea, Mr. Davis," I breathe in anticipation.
The tip of his finger tickles my clit and it sends a wave of shudders throughout my body. I close my eyes tighter and my panting increases. He continues to massage my clit, at first slow and with each second that passes a little faster. I can feel the buildup rise inside me, when his finger makes its way pass my lips, inside me.
"Oh God, Davis," I moan like some porn star.
"I know, baby," his velvet smooth voice reverberates into my neck as it releases a shockwave of electricity.
He pushes his way in me deeper, which causes me to arch my back and push my hips into him. I need him, I want him like no other. He finds that soft fleshy spot on my wall and begins to gently circle it. A flash of ecstasy radiates throughout every crevice and pore of my being.
"Yes, Davis, Yes," I cry.
He continues his sexual onslaught as he massages that spot fast then slow, fast then slow. I bite my bottom lip in agonizing anticipation.
"Davis, please," I plead not being able to handle it, as I teeter on the edge.
"Almost," he breathes.
His finger continues to push into me, but never leaving that spot. The circling increases faster, faster, faster. I feel myself constrict around him.
"Da….vis," I pant.
"Let it go, baby, let it go."
And with that I feel a wave pulsate inside me as I step over the edge, coming. My body convulses in pleasure as a slight giggle emanates my lips.
"Did you enjoy that, Miss Marshall?" He smirks with a cocked eyebrow.
"You could say that," I reply as I try to regulate my breathing and probably with the biggest post orgasmic smile on my flushed face.
"Glad I could help," he chuckles. And I have to laugh too and not just because of his remark, but because I am so happy and have never felt anything like this ever.
My inner self shakes her head in agreement as she is laid out and panting in pile of orgasmic goo. She has no comment? She is definitely spent at the moment. As I get my panting under control and the convulsing subsides, my Hell Cat, as he’s called it, meows and raises her head. I roll on top of him, quickly pinning him down.
"Kassidy?" he questions perplexed and intrigued.
"My turn." I smile a devilish grin and lick my lips.
I slowly kiss his temple and make my way down his cheek to his jaw line. His stubble tickles my lips as I continue to his chin, down his throat until they find his Adam's apple. My tongue flicks out, tasting it, as it bops up and down. Is Davis a little nervous? My inner self relishes the idea, as do I.
"You taste delicious too," I purr looking up at him through my eyelashes. He simply gulps. Hard. My inner self is all smiles and giggles. I continue my assault as I kiss my way down his chest and run my fingers along it, slightly scratching his muscular form. God he's gorgeous! My mouth makes beeline for his nipple and I notice it is hard and erect.
Shall we?
Yes, we shall.
I suck it into my mouth swirling my tongue around it. I then take it between my teeth and tug ever so slightly, hopefully causing pleasure with pain. A low rasp escapes from his lips.
I think Mr. Davis likes.
I agree.
I release his nipple, smile, and lick and kiss my way down to his navel. I inhale deeply. Honey. My tongue laps at him and I leave a single gentle kiss behind.
"You won't be needing these." I smile as I tug off his boxer briefs.
Oh my!
M
y inner self's eyes bug out of her head. I knew he felt big when I felt his hard on pressed against me, and from that other time, but I never imagined. Cue the darkness.
Holy Shit!
Alert the authorities!. Alert the zoo keeper, fucking anaconda on the loose!.
Will you stop?
Well look at it, it's insanely huge.
We'll manage.
Have an EMT on standby.
Oh for the love of all that is holy and sacred…Shut the fuck up!
Silence.
I take his shaft into my hand and make circles with my thumb on his head. A small pearl of wetness seeps out.
"I'd say you're more than ready too, Mr. Davis," I give his comment back to him.
"Oh you have no idea how fucking ready I am, Miss Marshall," he plays with his infamous crooked smile painted on his mouth.
My hand slowly moves up and down his shaft as he jolts. I bend down and take as much as can into my mouth. He groans a primal sound that it makes me wet once again. I gently rise up on his shaft as I trail it with my teeth.
He bucks. "Oh fuck, Kassidy."
My inner self pats me on the back.
My tongue laps out and circles the soft skin on his head, before I take him back into my mouth. I wrap my hand around him where my mouth can't go and gently squeeze. I suck and swirl my tongue around his length and slowly move up and down.
"Shit, Kassidy," he gushes, "if you don't stop, I…I…"
He forces me to release him and before I know it he is on top of me. I shift under his weight as I push my hips into him. His hand makes its way to my opening and he slides his fingers inside me.
"Davis, I need you, all of you," I beg.
He pulls his fingers out and grips his dick, teasing my opening with his head. White, hot heat flashes over me and I buck with pure unadulterated lust.
"Ball's in my court," he teases.
"Uh huh," I moan.
He pushes inside me and I swell around him. He pulls out and my body protests. I grab him by the hips and pull him to me. He once again finds my opening and pushes inside me. My body writhes in ecstasy. Davis slowly pumps and pushes into me. He continues to push in and out slowly as our breathing accelerates. My insides pulsate with every pelvic thrust.
"Oh Kassidy, you feel so good," he moans as he leans down and pushes further into me.
I feel myself quiver and a rush of pleasure and emotions swell up as I am about to step over the edge once again. He pumps harder and faster. Our bodies intertwine as one. I can feel him explode inside me and I fall off the cliff and spiral into the abyss of Davis. He buries his head in my neck and places butterfly like kisses along the way.
