Consenting Hearts (The Hearts Series Book 1)

by Muffy Wilson

  God, but he’s handsome. Sailie sighed. And hung! There was no speculation about his abundance now, although, when she had, it came in handy to inspire her further in the ladies’ room earlier.

  As he stood back up, he slid his grip to her hips and Sailie slid her legs off his shoulders to his waist again where she locked her ankles deftly and pulled him tightly into the heat of her passion. She was wet, hot, dripping with his and her own juices as he slid in and out of her. She watched. It was exhilaratingly sexy and she started to lose control again. She could feel his thumb on her pearl and she pushed it against his thumb with her fingertips. She came in his hand, creamy white cum coated his pushing cock, quivering, and she felt his pulse thundering at the tip of his shaft. Her clit was rock hard and stretching for more attention from his hand. He filled her, overwhelmed her, and sated her.

  She opened his eyes and saw that he was watching her, too. Her hair, spread over the hood of the car, was wet and thick and wild. She forced herself to think: to focus. Her desire for Dylan was visceral—carnal. She was not proud, aloof, or in control any longer. He waited not a moment longer; he held her hips and pulled her hard to him…over and over and over—faster, harder. She felt his cock swell, he stopped, his head back, and he released all of himself into her slippery loveliness.

  They watched each other come, grasping, clasping, and clinging to one another. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he whispered into her hair as he lay upon her with his final thrust.

  The rain subsided and the remains left a soft rhythmic dripping.

  “What a great Valentine’s Day…” she whispered in a sigh that drifted into the wet night air while they kissed below the flickering lights.

  “Sailie, I want you to know. I didn’t…”

  “Shhhhh,” she said as she put her finger to his lips to quiet his confession or apology, whatever was forthcoming, for neither was necessary. “I know. Neither did I.”

  Dylan helped Sailie to get to her feet. As she started to straighten herself, he interrupted her grooming.

  “Here, let me,” and he grabbed the hem of her suit skirt. “You do the top and I’ll get your bottom.”

  Sailie chuckled at his inference as did he.

  He dropped before her to a squat, ran his hands up her hem again to her ass cheeks and pulled her into his kiss.

  “Oh, my God, Dylan!” Sailie was caught by surprise and her knees reacted in a swift buckle as she leaned against his car. Dylan slipped one hand around to the front swiftly and spread her soft still flush petals open and kissed her deeply, intensely, intimately as only generous lovers do.

  Then just as quickly, he squared her thong and pulled the hem of her skirt down, stood, and looked her in the eyes just as more people came out of the back entrance to the lounge.

  “I wanted to taste you all night. You’re delicious. Now, let’s get you home to more of that.”

  “Oh, sweetmotherofgod, Dylan! Yes, let’s, by all means—whatever the doctor orders!”

  “I hope that beats any kiss of Meesa’s.” And he opened the car door for Sailie to get in, catching her quite off guard for a second time as she extended a long svelte leg to be seated. Her right leg was still positioned outside the car, making it appear even longer as she looked at him and smiled.

  “Funny you should mention that…” and Sailie brought the lone leg into the car to join the other, crossing them.

  “Really, how so?”

  “I wondered how long it would take you to ask about her and, to my delight, not long at all.”

  “You can tell me all about her on the way. Are you two roomies? Which way?” Dylan settled into the driver’s seat and hit the ignition like a pro. He pulled out of the parking lot and paused until she answered.

  “Right, I live in the Lafayette Hills. No, I just met her last night.” And Sailie began to talk, pointing in the direction he needed to turn when directions were needed instead of breaking her cadence.

  Dylan fell silent. He apparently knew enough not to interrupt and his concentration was rapt on her story and the traffic.

  They met the day before, Sailie began, only hours earlier, at the piano bar over martinis. She didn’t realize at the time that this lovely flower was on her break as the torch singer until she excused herself to go back to work and returned to the piano. After she played each and every song, came a request, then another and another. Sailie was smitten with the beauty, and Sailie could not bring herself to leave the club, knowing that she should. She could not bear the thought of leaving before she had another chance to talk to this exquisite creature that captivated her so unwittingly. She was not quite sure what she was feeling, and she knew she shouldn’t stay, but still she could not, would not, leave. When Sailie, who loved to sing, felt herself nearly spent, came a request for 'My Funny Valentine'. Sailie looked to the charming woman with blond hair, full pink lips and gave her a slow smile. The petite woman whispered that she'd heard her sing before and played the intro again and again until Sailie relented and started to sing. In a deep and throaty resonating tone, Sailie began—unable to resist the melody…and the room quieted as though a hand actually suppressed the volume and the faces of the surrounding patrons turned to her at the same time in silent surprise. Just as they had tonight.

  The song began and the melody drew a depth of emotion only Sailie could explain.

  “Without a word, at last call, she took my hand and hailed a cab. I told her I had my car, that’s how I found out she didn’t own one. The late night carried us wearily to my house in the Hills I call home. She asked where the bathroom was, pointed to the bar and asked me to fix nightcaps while she got comfortable. Obligingly, I nodded and watched her glide into the darkness down the hall.

  “Engrossed in my Martini-making task at hand, her silent return surprised me. I felt her presence behind me as her heated lavender fragrance assaulted and released my pent-up passions. Lifting my eyes from the bar, I watched our shaded glossy reflections in the windows that framed the city lights scattered like brilliant jewels on the Lafayette valley below. It was enchanting. We looked like we were suspended in the midnight sky surrounded by flaming jewels of all manner of color and brilliance burning with the same intensity as our desire.

  “Her alabaster hands slipped up inside my blouse to my outstretched nipples. She pressed her naked breasts into my back as an involuntary moan escaped my lips. I was trembling.

  “She stopped abruptly and asked me if she had over-stepped and misunderstood my desire.

  “I turned, in answer, and rolled into her embrace; my tongue sought out her pleasures. I could not resist her. I threaded my red-tipped fingers up her neck, into her hair and clasped her flaxen curls, weaving us together as one, until the night ebbed and the sun broke into the magic.”

  The interior of the Porsche was silent but for the drone of the tires on the pavement and the high-pitched purr of the engine. The lights of the city whirled by as if pacing off the distance as quickly as possible from her confession.

  “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

  “Well…wow, Sailie. That is some kinda admission: a very provocative one, but still a very intimate confession.”

  “Yes, but I thought you should know.”

  “Really? You thought I should know? Not that I mind but why?”

  “Because I invited her over. I didn’t want it to come as a surprise.”

  “Surprise? Why would I be surprised? Wait, didn’t want what to come as a surprise?”

  “Well, while we were talking and I was getting so aroused, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you or my mind off of her. You were both so close and all. I wanted you both. I couldn’t decide between the two of you and I wanted you; I had to have you and now I want both of you. Will you?”

  “Will I what? What are you suggesting, Sailie?”

  “Oh, I think you know, Dylan…”

  “Oh, I think I do, Sailie…why me?”

  “Why not you?”

  “Thi
s is a bit of a surprise, you know. I just made love to you and I am feeling more than a little inadequate right about now.”

  “Why? Oh, good Lordy, no! Please don’t! I didn’t mean it like that, not at all! You are a fabulous lover, inspiring. I’ve never done anything like this before this evening…and now, I don’t know, now I want to explore more with you. I want to, to know more about you—to push our limits, whatever they might be.”

  “And your boyfriend? How does he fit into all of this ‘exploration’?”

  “He doesn’t. I’m done with him. I have been for quite a while; I just didn’t have a good enough reason to shoot the silver bullet until today. I want more out of my life. And right now, I want you.”

  “And Meesa…”

  “Yes. And Meesa. Does that shock you?”

  “Shock me? I just fucked you on the hood of my car in a public parking lot. I should think not.”

  “It was so delicious and exciting, wasn’t it? Is it bad to want more of the same, more of everything?”

  “No, no I guess not. You’re young and single, healthy and beautiful. You can do whatever and whomever you want. I think the discretion train has left the station.”

  Sailie put her hand on Dylan’s leg and let it drop to the inside of his thigh. She felt the tug of his trouser as his cock grew with interest in the conversation. She smiled at the knowledge that she had him; she just had to wait now.

  “Perhaps the fourth Martini…?”

  “Yes, perhaps…May I make a suggestion?” He continued without pause. “Let’s just see how it goes, have a drink, play some music and dance. Let’s not spoil our night together so far by pushing the limits too soon if it’s not comfortable and a natural progression. Meesa may not like me nor I her. Just take it slow and easy. How’s that sound?”

  “I like it slow and easy—sometimes.”

  She saw him watch her uncross her legs and shift, her skirt riding up her thighs. He put his fingertips on the tender flesh of her inside thigh that became exposed with her movement. His touch was electrifying and she felt her passion well-up inside. But she could wait—she would have to wait—but then, so would he. The corners of her lips curled into a pixie smile: small, barely noticeable, flirting with the beginnings of a smile. Her heart fluttered with an intermittent pound that she thought almost visible, her excitement so visceral. She had just had some of the most exciting sex she had ever had and yet she could not wait for more. Sailie wondered if he felt the same way. There was something so inescapably freeing with the shackles of propriety broken and strewn in her path all because she was aware she would most likely never see this man again. No expectations, no apologies, no promises—nothing but time and space separating their desire from full-frontal contact and explosive passion.

  Stranger sex—that’s what it was. Stranger sex, she thought between heartbeats. It was exhilarating. She had no intention of letting this opportunity slip away—nor this man.

  “Turn left on St Catherine’s and about two miles up there’s a gated drive to the right down the hillside. That’s my drive. That first dip is a doosy.”

  “So I’ve discovered…” Dylan smiled.

  “Yeah, you gotta watch out for slow curves, too…or so I’ve heard.”

  Dylan laughed heartily and raised his hand from her knee to downshift.

  “Then, let’s not take them slow.”

  Sailie couldn’t wait to get home.

  They pulled down her driveway and parked. He was right behind her when she reached the door with her key. He pressed her up against the door and she felt the stiff shaft of his cock press impatiently between her buttocks. She shuddered and trembled to get the key in the lock.

  In the darkness of the hallway, her shadow entwined with his, a single silhouette cut against the wall in the shadows of light and dark. The night, humid and steamy from the earlier storm, covered their bodies in fine glistening sweat. His tongue drew a line around her taut neck. Pulling her hair back…oh, God, so sensuous and arousing…pulling her hair back he traced her quickening heartbeat in her neck and placed his eager, slightly quivering lips against the pulse of her arousal. Her knees failed her as she fell deeper into the darkness and his embrace. She plunged heart-long into their destiny…and rolled along the wall further into his embrace.

  He had forsaken chivalry and started pulling at her clothes and his. Sailie did the same as they both eagerly sought sheer nakedness, tongues still locked in a heated tango.

  Standing in nothing but her red silk brassier and thong, she watched him catch his breath as he stared at her and removed his briefs. Clothes—his, hers, theirs— were strewn everywhere in puddles of fabric as silent witness to their mounting impatience.

  “Take it off.”

  “You do it; the clasp is in the front. You haven’t lost your touch, have you?”

  Dylan slipped his hand between the fullness of her breasts pushed beautifully into lovely mountains of flesh and cleavage…and yanked.

  “No, I don’t think I’ve lost my touch,” and he took a half-step closer to her, slipped what was left of her favorite silk bra off of her delicate shoulders and dropped his hand down her arm and the soft curve of her waist to the tiny blossom at her hip on her thong. Curling his thumb under the flimsy flower, he yanked again. “Do you?”

  Sailie could not speak, her voice paralyzed in her throat with her breath.

  He bent to kiss her breasts, now both cupped in the confident callous skin of his thick fingers that Sailie had admired holding his cigar earlier. She wove her scarlet-tipped fingers through the back of his hair when he sucked her tender areola into his mouth between his teeth.

  His hot gasp tore across her erect nipples as he gripped the firm, white alabaster orbs that were her ass. Raising her slightly in his strong hands, then suddenly dropping her, he impaled her deep upon his rigid cock. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her mind succumbed to the piercing feeling between her legs. Sailie found her breath and released it involuntarily. He pulled her in tight and Sailie wanted nothing more than to feel his growing passion against the soft beckoning folds where her thighs met. She felt his body hardened against her soft flesh as she clasped her legs around his waist and his muscles against her inner thighs, the sheer essence of sweat and sexual musk heightened the animal instinct. Passion raged like a fire through the veins of his cock, engorging his shaft to its fullest extent. Swelling inside her, she felt his passion stretch her tight sensitive interior walls…she felt his heartbeat in the head of his cock as he pounded her from within. She wove her fingers through his hair again as her elbows, on his shoulders, raised and lowered her body rhythmically upon his shaft. He held her closely, tightly as she locked her ankles behind his back which kept him in tight to her so she could feel his ripped washboard body where the sensitive pearl of her existence rubbed up and down with each movement and driving her own passions wild. She quivered, trembled and found her control waning…her head rolled into his neck…her breath quickened. He bit her neck and a moan escaped her.

  She knew he was going to take her to the edge, to a special place, somewhere she had never been before. She felt it building and her control slipping. Quickly, he withdrew his thick cock from her. Growling, he bent to lay her upon the floor, and his fingers played with her slippery silkiness. Her hands fell to the soft wet folds where his cock had been. She ached for his touch as she arched her back and begged release. She opened her legs, dropping her knees outward to completely reveal herself to him in submission and acceptance. She slipped her fingers into her lusciousness and she spread the slick lips of her labia and begged the darkness to, to, to…

  His lips touched below her navel. With his tongue tip he traced down to her flush labia, glistening with anticipation in the moonlight. He kissed her inner thighs as her muscles flinched a response. Slowly his tongue licked the outside of her lips. Then he flicked her clit as he spread her hood. Her small hands raked at his neck and shoulders then finally wrapped in his hair again as she a
rched toward his mouth. His lips, warm-teasing-taunting, made an ‘o’ shape and sucked her clit into his mouth hard between his teeth. Gently, in contrast, he clenched her clit between his teeth and rolled it while his tongue flicked it rapidly, applying pressure.

  Sailie moaned and he was relentless as he licked her clit faster…sucking, biting, rolling, rubbing ruthlessly in pursuit of a cataclysmic climax. It was that edge, that blackout paralysis, just above the abyss of wild abandon that was her destiny and his destination.

  She felt her nipples harden as her clit enlarged and stretched into his mouth for more attention. Her back arched, he slipped his hands along the carpet around the soft flesh of her ass and grabbed her hands. She raised her hips to the natural arch of her back, thrusting her pussy up again to his mouth for more. He pulled her hands just under the cheeks of her ass, pinning them down. He brought his thumbs up her trembling thighs, gripped her buttocks and fingertips. He opened her pussy with his thumbs so he could trace the outline of her loveliness in the darkness with his tongue. His technique drove her mad with anticipation and desire. She flushed and squirmed as she dripped with wetness.

  “Please…” she said breathlessly.

  “No...” Dylan whispered, “…not yet. I want to memorize your every curve, every scent, every nuance. I want you…”

  He pulled his head away from her clit where he whispered his response and she whimpered into the natural warmth of his mouth. He let one of her hands go. His fingers slipped into her wet pussy as she screamed sweet torture. Reaching up and massaging her little rough patch as his tongue hammered her swollen clit again. She teetered on the brink of fainting but not quite…yet.

  Pushing onto his fingers, Sailie felt him curl them upward then pull gently as his thumb pushed her clit tightly against his teeth and insistent tongue. His fingertips found her G-spot as his tongue circled, flipped and tugged her clit. Her freed hand found his head as she held him tightly and ground her sex into his face. The darkness was blindingly red and pounding. She felt the explosion rumble…tumbling her into the red hot oblivion she craved. She lost her breath as her passion reached eruption and she raised off of the floor, screamed and came into his waiting mouth. The swells came one after another and she trembled as she clenched her legs around his head. He rode her out, as she enjoyed the effect his skill had upon her…and on himself. He was solid hard and weeping white hot eagerness for her.