by W. Ferraro
“Maybe can I bring a friend? Not that you aren’t fun, Mom, but I want someone who can actually keep up with me. You tend to be like an old person.”
“Old person?” Molly, who laughed through her feigned outrage, threw a soft white towel at her daughter, resulting in them both laughing that wonderful sound and completely unaware of the intense look they were receiving.
“Well then, you, whippersnapper, better head on upstairs.”
The young girl looked perplexed before repeating, “Whippersnapper?”
Hunter couldn’t help himself. “Yeah, it is another term old people, like your mom, tend to use.”
“Oh, okay,” Sammy answered, accepting his explanation as completely logical. She happily packed her backpack, and with a wave good-bye to both her mom and Hunter, she carried her glass of chocolate milk through the swinging door of the kitchen.
When her daughter was gone, she turned to him and said with a jovial look, “Old? Might I remind you, if anyone here is old, it is you, doctor.”
Hunter was unable to resist. “You going to help me when my mind goes and my body gives out?”
He watched as the twinkle showed in her eyes and she sunk her teeth into her lower lip. “Is that a confession that your body isn’t up for anything strenuous?”
You walked into that one.
Loving this side of her, and with mental images of Molly in all forms of seduction and suggestive positions flashing through his brain, he couldn’t control his tongue. “I’ll have no problem getting it up; I’d be more worried about whether you could endure plenty of stamina.”
She bit down on her lower lip once more, and suddenly he was grateful for the concealment of the counter.
“I think that is enough for now,” she said as she looked around, making sure no one else heard them.
“I can’t wait to see just how much you can handle before you say enough.”
Her eyes went wide as her color flooded her cheeks.
He smiled, loving how that specific shade of crimson flattered her.
“Can I get you anything?” Molly asked with more of a demanding tone.
Knowing he should play nice, he finally conceded. “How about a cup of coffee and a piece of pie?”
“You and that pie, it isn’t fair. You should be the size of a house the way you keep putting it away,” she stated as she turned to get him coffee. “It isn’t right that you still look gorgeous.”
Her surprise compliment gave him an insight into how she preserved him and he realized how much he liked it.
“What can I say? When I know what I like, I stick with it.” He blew on the hot brew as he brought the cup to his mouth. “But you should know a thing or two about not being fair; you cornered the market on good looks, beautiful.”
Molly plated his pie and applied an excessive amount of whip cream, placing it in front of him before she excused herself to go take care of another customer.
As Hunter consumed the dessert, he followed Molly with his eyes as she engaged with her customers. Always the same, she greeted them, knowing most of them by name, always asking about their day or lives before giving each one the impression that they were her number one customer. It was easy to see how much she cared about the environment she ran; she took the time to make each patron feel special.
Hunter’s respect for her grew even more.
By the time she returned to him, almost all his pie was gone and his cup was almost empty.
“Anything else?” she asked.
“Yeah, one thing . . .”
She waited intently for him to continue.
“You.”
She searched his face, smiling coyly before reaching for his hand. She took the lead this time, entwining their fingers.
She leaned in and with a soft voice said, “Soon.”
Knowing he couldn’t do what he wanted to do here, he squeezed her hand once more before standing. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of bills, leaving them next to his plate.
Molly picked them up and tried to hand them back.
“No. I ate, I pay.” He winked once more before lifting his hand in a wave and heading out the door.
He walked across the street to where his Jeep was parked, and before climbing in, he turned and looked through the window as she floated around inside. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about it, but the feelings she evoked in him should be felony worthy. He hopped in and closed the door, continuing to watch her, and he realized at that moment just how very much he loathed the word “soon.”
Hunter was watching the eighth inning of the Red Sox game on his flat screen with a beer in hand when his doorbell sounded. Looking at his watch, he was curious to see who would be at his door at almost 10PM. Placing the bottle on the table, he quickly walked down the stairs, turning on the light as he went. He opened the door and the most beautiful of faces stared back at him.
Using his forearm to lean against the open door, he quirked an eyebrow up as a way of a greeting while a smile played at his lips.
Could this be?
She stood in the same clothes as she was in earlier with the exception of the gray cardigan she wore over her blouse. She stood tall with her hands straight and still by her sides. Her eyes never wavered from his and the one-sided smile she gave had his pants suddenly fitting tighter.
Without one word uttered, she walked through the doorway, closing the door and leaning against it; completely unaware of how seductive a pose it was.
Hunter crossed his arms over his chest, keeping his hands fisted to ensure they wouldn’t do what they were screaming to.
She had finally come to him, and he would be damn if he didn’t let her do it at her speed. He could see that she tried to hide her nerves under the confidence she was portraying. Even fully clothed and leaning against the solid door, she looked exquisite. Unmistakably the sexiest female he had ever laid eyes on. His body hummed with arousal and his brain was shouting for him to reach out and touch her. It was complete agony to wait these anticipated-filled moments, but he had to let her work it through.
Even if it kills him.
With her head tilted upward and her eyes lazily sweeping over him, it was like she was looking at him for the first time. Her tongue shot out, licking her bottom lip before her teeth bit into the soft flesh that was taunting him. Her chest rose and fell with the breath that seemed to be calm yet when she brought her hand up and tucked a lock of golden silk behind her ear, the slightest of quivers showed.
No longer leaning against the door for support, she took one step closer to him. “Make love to me, Hunter,” Molly whispered, as she pulled her sweater off, letting it drop at her feet as she slowly began to undo the buttons of her blouse. “I think it’s time, don’t you?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he watched as all nervousness seemed to dissipate while she finished with her blouse buttons. But rather than remove the fabric, it hung open and allowed his seeking eyes to see the milky peaks covered in pink hiding within.
Her scent surrounded him and he could hear her slightly labored breath, but she didn’t touch him. Even though only mere inches separated them, so close and so willing, he couldn’t move his eyes from her. He needed to be sure that she was ready. Looking for any sign of hesitance, he saw nothing but arousal.
That was all he needed.
“About damn time! I’ve waited for you to say those words to me for twenty years; I honestly thought the next twenty seconds were going to kill me.”
Then he was on her, pressing her against the door with his body once more. He easily released the pin that held her hair up, and as the locks came down, he ran his hands through her hair like they so desperately ached to do since he opened the door and found her standing on the other side. The strands felt like silk and the wonderful scent that was pure signature Molly overtook the small space in which they stood.
She was finally under his hands; no longer would he have his dreams to live through but the
actual feeling of Molly’s sweet skin under his fingers. He would learn every way to make her wither in delight and she would utter his name from her perfect lips when she called out in orgasmic relief. He had been wanting this moment since as long as he could remember. No one or nothing would interrupt this. The house could collapse all around them, he didn’t give a damn; he was about to bed Molly and give his body the relief it had been begging for.
He ran his tongue along the contour of her mouth, and when she sighed in satisfaction, he knew he wanted to know every sound she would make at his hand, mouth, and cock.
She stood in front of him with an open blouse revealing the prettiest of pink bras, and as he leaned against her, the soft lace which covered her breasts could be felt through his shirt, in the most titillating way.
Thank God he had a defibrillator in his Jeep. He might just need it by the time this evening was through.
They continued to kiss and he couldn’t remember the last time a kiss was so consuming. The small chaste kisses quickly turned sinfully sexy. Molly’s tongue had a list of its own demands, and Hunter was more than happy to respond. As he swept his tongue inside, the heat and taste of mint that met him was the most comforting feeling ever. His tongue tangled with hers, leading and taking, all the while answering her times of advancement.
Ever since last week, when he finally tasted what pure perfection she was, he had craved another hit like the most pathetic of addicts. Each kiss since was better than the last but left him wanting another and another. He would have amputated his own arm if it guaranteed him just another moment of Molly’s mouth.
His hands began to glide from where they rested on her hips, up along the outside of her rib cage, inward across her chest to where they traveled slowly down her midline to her navel. Finally, the feel of her soft skin had his fingers tingling, his bloodstream singing with arousal. He repeated the journey multiple times just because he could. The feel of her skin was its own aphrodisiac; add in what her own hands were doing to his neck, hairline, and shoulder, and you had the formula for spontaneous combustion.
Finally, his fingers scraped over the lace covered breasts that he had fantasized about for too long. Her chest pressed against his chest, and it just felt right. He could feel that her nipples were already erect as if taunting him to give them the attention he had dreamed about for decades.
Never leave a woman wanting, doctor.
He brought his forefinger and thumb to the rigid points and squeezed, releasing the most seductive sound yet. Molly moved her mouth away and he started to chase, but then stopped so he could hold her gaze, watching as the arousal skyrocketed through her just by the activities of his hands. Her teeth once more bit into her now swollen bottom lip showing just how good she felt. The throaty sound repeated, and it fueled him even more. It was somewhere between a release and plea to continue. Hunter used his fingernail to scrape over the tip. Molly’s head fell back as she moaned once more, and Hunter couldn’t wait any longer. Forcefully, he pulled the demi cups down, exposing her beautiful bounty. He palmed both breasts, which fit so easily into his hands, squeezing and massaging until he could no longer keep his mouth away.
He started his journey as he glided from the corner of her mouth, down her chin, along her jawline, lower along her neck, licking and kissing her chest until he raised her left breast enough that his mouth surrounded the perfect brown point and he knew for sure that she was well worth the wait.
Hunter sucked and nibbled at her nipple while he continued to palm her other breast, using his body to keep her restrained against the door.
Molly held his head, holding him to her, and that was all the encouragement Hunter needed. As he mouthed her breast, his fingers trailed down her belly, past her navel to the closure of her jeans. With little ease, he flicked the button and the fabric opened. Taking a reprieve from her glorious chest, he returned to her mouth, eagerly entering and sad for how much he had missed it as his hands pushed the stiff fabric down reveling in the small string on her hip. Molly assisted, kicking free of the confines and not caring where they landed. Once she was free, he easily lifted her so her legs wrapped around his hips. He could feel the heat of her core pressed against his still covered abdomen and the sudden urge to pull himself free of his pants and push into her threatened to buckle his legs.
“Now Hunter, I need you . . . now,” she pleaded pulling away from his still seeking mouth.
“Shh, beautiful, I’m going to make you feel so good. So fucking good. I want to hear you scream. Over and over again.” He tucked her breasts back into the cups of her bra before placing a kiss in the valley between the dual beautiful globes.
“Hurry . . .”
The plea and urgency in her voice brought a smile to his face, and he finally surrendered his dominate position and turned, carrying her easily toward the stairs.
“As happy as it would make me to take you right against the door, what you deserve tells me otherwise.”
He began feasting on her neck, biting and nibbling on the succulent flesh at her pulse point.
Angling her head to give him better access, she whispered, “Fuck what I deserve. I just want to get off, Hunter.”
“Oh no beautiful, this is way more than a quick fuck. This is more than a quick tumble. I told you what it would mean when you came to me. There is no way in hell now that you’re here am I going to get my fill of you after just one time.”
She smiled as she formed the words, “Oh yeah, that whole stamina thing you mentioned,” as she was now the aggressor and was nibbling on his neck as her fingers wreaked their own havoc of pleasure.
Hunter easily carried her up the stairs. It took three attempts for them to make it all the way to the landing as he kept pressing her against the wall to indulge in mind-blowing foreplay. With her only in her golden silk skin and the cock-teasing pink lace bra and panties, Hunter’s hands cupped her ass bringing her in even tighter against his raging hard-on.
More than once on the journey as he walked through his living room toward the stairs leading to the upper level, he questioned whether they were truly going to make it all the way to his bed before he could no longer refrain from entering her sure to be decadent heat.
But he knew since he had no intention of letting her up from where they landed for the next several hours, he could at least ensure it was the most comfortable of surfaces.
They made it to the door of his room and rather than walk right in, he once again pressed her into the wall. He leaned his forehead against hers as he let her body slowly and excruciatingly slide down his until she touched the floor.
“Are you sure? Because once I start, I won’t stop.” He hoped his words wouldn’t scare her, but she needed to be completely aware of just how intense he intended to be.
Her large luminous eyes stared back and held strong as she hooked her fingers through the belt loops of his jeans. “I don’t want you to stop. I’ve waited for decades, too.”
Hunter placed his hand behind her head, grabbing her neck and kissing her with all he had. Truth was, intense was the only word that even came anywhere close to how he felt for her. Being with her made everything louder, everything brighter, everything stronger. His tongue dominated her mouth as her body instructed his libido.
Breaking away as they both panted for breath, he gave her one last chance to stop as he stared into her eyes.
He pushed open the door with a push of his fingers before bending down and hooking his arm behind her knees and sweeping her off her feet. They stared at each other as Hunter made short work of cutting the distance to his bed.
He kneeled, dipping the mattress down as he laid her gently in the middle of his bed. He didn’t follow her down; no, instead, he continued to kneel high as his eyes drank in the incredible sight in front of him. Her golden hair spread wide on his comforter, her made for sin body heaving with arousal, and excitement, covered only in the exceedingly small scraps of pink lace. She bent one knee upwards in a modesty pose d
isplaying her perfect little purple painted toes.
His dick threatened to burst through his zipper.
“Are you ready, beautiful?” Hunter asked with a rasp in his voice to signal his own intense arousal.
“Yes,” Molly answered as she slowly extended her hand out to him.
When he joined their hands and entwined their fingers, she pulled gently, bringing him exactly where he wanted to be, covering her. Their bodies aligned and suddenly Hunter realized just how overdressed he was. With one-handed finesse, he reached over his shoulder, gripped the fabric of his t-shirt between his shoulder blades, and pulled up.
Molly assisted him in ridding himself of the material, and when skin met skin, they both let out a celebratory sigh.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Hunter whispered locking their gazes.
“Then take me,” she answered undoing the front clasp of her bra.
Hunter freed her from the restraining material and began to feast on her incredible skin again. Her nipples were so stiff; they could easily cut through glass. His mouth lavished each point all the while breathing in each of her invigorating sounds. Her body arched in response and his masculine pride took notice. Moving from one breast to the other, giving each unrestrained attention, Hunter’s hands glided downward to the edge of her panties, where his fingers dipped inside.
Molly cradled her legs, so he rested between them. Hunter smiled when he felt her moisture pressing into his lower abdomen.
“I want to taste you.”
“Oh God,” Molly crooned.
Taking his time, he tasted and nuzzled the skin between his previous delicacies to his next intention. When his tongue reached her navel, he dipped inside, enjoying the slightly salty taste that began to take over her skin.
When he finally decided to stop teasing them both, he allowed his lips to tug on the band of her panties, enjoying the moan that resonated from Molly’s lips. With the assistance of his eager fingers, Molly was quickly deprived of her panties. Hunter brought his nose to her center and inhaled deeply.
“Your scent should be against nature,” Hunter said, as he looked up over her beautiful spread out form. But Molly wasn’t looking at him, her head was thrown back in anticipation.
