by Mia Carson
His hands urged me down his shaft as he groaned, but so gently I knew I could easily pull back when I wished. I held him there until I felt my control slipping. I backed off, caught my breath, then took him again. I grabbed his tight ass in my hands, my fingers biting in as I tried to take that last little bit of him into my mouth.
“Fuck!” he barked as he threw his head back.
When I came up for air again, he hauled me up with a growl and kissed me passionately, his tongue snaking into my mouth as he ignored his slickness coating my tongue. He pulled back from the kiss and threw me on the bed. I scrambled to the center to accept him, but he pulled me back and buried his face in my womanhood as he draped himself over the edge.
He savaged me sweetly with his lips and tongue. I tried to escape, tried to urge him onto the bed so I could please him as he did me, but he was too strong and held me in place. I stopped struggling as my pleasure swelled. He smacked and slurped at me, as if he were starving and I was a banquet, while his hands gently kneaded my breasts.
“Don’t make me come! Please don’t make me come!” I begged.
I wanted him inside me, but it was too late. My orgasm began to spool, my skin heating as if I were lying in the hot desert sun. I tried to close my legs, but he was too strong and held my legs open as he continued to kiss and lick.
“Please!” I begged, as I took his head into my hands, no longer sure if I was begging him to stop or make me come. “Fuck…fuck…fuck” I began to chant, my voice and body no longer mine to control as he destroyed me with his lips and tongue. He did this shit to me all the time, and I fucking loved it. “Fuck!” I wailed as my climax rolled over me in a great wave, massive and unstoppable, my skin alive as I tingled in erotic agony.
I pushed at him, but he held me tight, my back arching as my body tried to pull itself apart. I cried out softly as I twisted, every muscle straining with the power of my orgasm. He moved with me, allowing me to turn.
I couldn’t take his kisses anymore. “Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop…” I begged as I slapped and pushed. He was going to give me a heart attack and an aneurysm at the same time.
Then his mouth was on mine, kissing me slow and gentle as my rapture seeped out of me. I needed a moment to recover, lacking the strength to do anything except kiss him. I draped an arm around him and pulled him down, drawing strength from his kiss.
He slowly pulled back and smiled at me as I woofed out a long, slow, cleansing exhale. “I love you,” I breathed on the last of my breath as I held his gaze.
“I love you…more,” he replied, his face and voice gentle.
Just like that I knew we had created a new game between us, and I could tell from his smile, he knew it too. I tugged at him and he came to me willingly. He entered me slowly, holding my gaze. He took me leisurely, lovingly, settling lightly over me as he caressed my face with fingers and lips while we made love in the most intimate position. Our joining didn’t have the white-hot heat of some of our other romps, but it was special in its own way.
There was no tumbling around in the bed. No Neil throwing me around and fucking me good. No me on top riding him to orgasm. I was sure we would come back to those things, but tonight he was taking me gently, sweetly, murmuring of his love as he made me his.
After many long moments, I could feel an orgasm stalking me, lurking in the shadows, waiting to be called into the blinding light of our passion.
“Make me come,” I whispered, the hovering climax teasing me with expectation. He was beginning to sweat from his slow, steady efforts and our combined body heat, the wetness between us another source of pleasure. He knew what to do. “Make me come and come with me, please come with me.”
He smiled at me, his finger brushing a bit of hair out of my face as he began to drive into me with purpose. His eyes and face hardened, his face twisting with pleasure. My eyes closed as ecstasy bloomed within me.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he picked up the pace of this strokes again.
He was winding himself up, and dragging me along with him. Knowing he was close always twisted me up, and this time was no exception.
“I’m going to come,” he panted.
“Don’t stop!” I hissed, our code word for I was getting close to my climax.
“I’m going to come,” he repeated, his voice strained.
“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
He reared up. I didn’t want to lose the feeling of his flesh against mine, so I clung to him as he lifted my head and shoulders from the bed. I was so close! He began pounding into me furiously hard.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck!” I snarled as I clamped down on him.
“Fuck! I’m coming!” he barked over my own soft cry of completion, spilling his wetness into me as we clung to each other before we fell back to the bed with a gasp. We held each other as we panted, and then he kissed me.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you…more,” I replied and smiled at the game. I liked it. “You said you were falling in love with me,” I pointed out as I drew a finger down his cheek.
“I am.” He gave me a teasing smile. “Think of it as falling into a well. Once you fall, you’re in the well even if you are still falling.” His smile spread as he touched my lips with a finger. “This is a deep fucking well, and I don’t think I’ll ever stop falling.”
I warmed with his words and nudged him. He tumbled to his back so I could snuggle close. We could make love again later, but right now, I wanted him to hold me. This had been some day, and I wanted nothing more than to go to sleep in his arms…and wake up the same way.
“I love you,” I whispered as sleep began to stalk me. I couldn’t believe less than an hour ago I was afraid of saying those three little words when they came off the tongue so easily now.
“I love you…more.”
I smiled. It was impossible for him to love me more than I loved him, but I didn’t say anything. After a long moment, the steady thudding of his heart and his slow, rhythmic, breathing, lulled me into sleep, and I slid peacefully into the darkness, a small smile still on my lips.
Neil
My eyes flicked open. The apartment was dark. Had I turned the lights out when Tanya and I came to bed? I must have. I listened, wondering what had pulled me from sleep, but I heard nothing. I yawned, still drowsy, but seeing Tanya’s sleeping form beside me, the edge of her breast, the sensuous curve of her ass, thrilled me. I reached under the sheet to adjust myself as I began to harden.
Earlier, I’d made the ultimate leap of faith and told her I was in love with her. Falling in love, more precisely, but that was just semantics. I’d bedded plenty of women, but I’d never been in love with any of them…until now. Having her tell me her own feelings had been like a sunrise.
After that…it was even better than our first time, when I’d thought it couldn’t be any better. I’d never been more wrong. She’d give me harder orgasms, but none had been as satisfying as the one last night when we’d reached the peak of our pleasure at the same time. We’d come close together a couple times, but that was the first time we’d managed to time it exactly right. It was the perfect finishing touch to what may be the best day of my life. And it was all because of Tanya.
She had quickly exposed Vanesa as a fraud. She had managed to tie Ed to Vanesa, and she hatched the plan that eventually brought him down. And best of all, she was in fucking love with me.
I smiled into the darkness. Tanya Jacobs, the most beautiful woman I’d ever met, and one of the best, brightest, and most determined private investigators in Los Angeles, was in love with me, the farm boy from Iowa. Now that I knew she loved me, I’d work every day to earn that love, and I’d gut the first asshole that tried to take her from me. She was mine, and I would protect her with my life.
I carefully slid out from under her so I could feather slow kisses lightly over her face. I didn’t know how long we’d slept, but I wanted her. She excited me like no one else, and I couldn�
�t get enough of her.
She took a deep breath as she rolled away from me, and her lips opened slightly in invitation. She was bewitching in bed, always eager to have me, something I would never take for granted. I took her lips in a more passionate kiss, and she responded, her arm going around my neck to draw me in.
Our kiss was lazy but deep. I had a head start, as I woke up first, but I could sense Tanya catching up. I left her lips and kissed my way to the hollow in her throat. I paused there, licking and kissing before moving lower. I’d just taken her nipple into my mouth with a heard a noise that shouldn’t be there. I paused, waiting, listening, but I could tell she heard it too as she stiffened before she sat up in bed.
“Did you hear that?” she whispered.
“Yeah. You too?”
My apartment was on the tenth floor, so the only way in was the front door. Suddenly the lights being off in the front of my apartment chilled me. Maybe I had turned them off. Did I lock the door? I didn’t remember doing that either, but it automatically locked.
I heard a soft footstep. I tumbled out of the bed. I didn’t have a gun, but I kept a bat by my bedroom door for this situation. I hurried to the door and picked up the bat. I was naked as the day I was born, so I quickly returned to the bed, threw the bat on it so it was within easy reach, and tugged on my pants. I picked up the bat and turned back toward the door, but Tanya grabbed my arm, holding it tight. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and handed it her. “Call the cops. Do you have your gun?” I hissed in her ear.
“In the living room.”
“Shit. Stay in here and lock the door,” I whispered as I stepped into the short hall.
My apartment was arranged so that the master bedroom and main living area shared a wall of windows, with my kitchen, the two baths, laundry room, and second bedroom tucked behind. I crept down the hall until I saw a man moving against the lights of LA streaming through the windows. I could also see the door. All the apartments in my building had a thin decorative glass panel along one side of the door. The glass was frosted, for privacy, and the opening was too thin for a person to squeeze though, but mine was broken at the same height as the doorknob. That was probably the noise that had pulled me from sleep. When I didn’t appear, the burglar had probably assumed nobody was home and had opened the door.
“Hey! I’ve called the cops! Get out of here before I cave your fucking skull in,” I snarled as I approached, the bat held high in threat. The burglar was a big man, about my height and heavier, but I had a Louisville Slugger to even the odds.
Rather than retreat, as I expected, he charged me with a roar, lifting something in his hand as if he was going to swing it at me. I swung my bat as he brought his weapon down. His crowbar rang against my bat with a crack that stung all the way to my elbows. He swung again, and I dodged back before I swung my bat again. I missed. Neither of us knew what the fuck we were doing, and we were keeping our distance so the other couldn’t get in a lucky shot. One blow from either of our makeshift weapons would be devastating.
“Get out of here!” I bellowed as I took another swing at the man.
He either blocked me or was swinging at the same time, but our weapons cracked together again. He dropped his crowbar with a bellow of pain. Despite the pain radiating up from my hands, I managed to hold onto the bat. I drew it back to swing again, but the man screamed as he charged me. I brought my bat down, but I hit him on the shoulder with my wrists just as he hit me.
Between the thug driving into me and the bat over-torqueing my wrists, I lost my weapon. We tumbled over the back of the couch with a crashing, spine-shattering thud. The fall broke us apart, but I think I got the worst of it as he landed on me. I was a fraction slower getting to my feet, and he tried to cave in my ribs with a vicious kick.
Air whooshed out of me, and I scrabbled away, trying to get to my feet before he could kick me again. I didn’t make it, but I did manage to get my arm down enough to block some of his follow-up kick.
“You took everything from me!” The thug was wearing a ski mask, but I recognized the voice. “You and that fucking cunt! I took care of her, and now I’m going to take care of you!”
I was red with rage. Ed kicked me again, and I bellowed in pain. I again tried to scramble back. As I tried to escape the punishment, I saw Tanya standing at the edge of the hall dressed in nothing but my shirt, her hands at her mouth, my phone in her hand. My rage changed from red to white. I had to protect Tanya.
He came after me and kicked again. I couldn’t take many more blows to the ribs, but I was ready for him. I twisted at the last moment to take the kick on my shoulder. It hurt like a bitch, but not nearly as much as taking it to the ribs. I exploded from my crouch, roaring in rage as I slammed into Ed.
I hit him hard, my legs pumping as I drove him back. We slammed into one of the large windows. It wasn’t the smartest move because if it broke, and we went through, it’d be a ten-story-drop to the ground, but I was beyond rational thought. I had to protect Tanya, and if I died doing it, that was a price I was willing to pay.
The window didn’t break, but it thrummed like a huge drum. I wasn’t a fighter, but neither was Ed. We had our hands on each other’s faces as we tried to tear each other’s heads off, grunting and straining as we stumbled around, locked in a deadly embrace. Ed might be a fat slob, but he was strong as shit. I bounced him off the window again, the glass rumbling with his impact. He shoved me off him, using the glass for leverage, and as I stumbled back, I ripped the mask from his head. Now that I had a little space, I drew back and threw the hardest right I could, hitting him straight in the face before he could recover and react. His nose exploded in blood, but I was enraged beyond caring.
Ed must have been equally enraged because he swung wildly at me. It connected, but hit me on the side of the head, and while it hurt, it did no damage.
“You fucking bastard!” I bellowed as I grabbed him, spun him around so he couldn’t see Tanya, and delivered a full power right cross to his shattered face.
He roared in pain and rage as he rushed me. I tried to drive him off with another punch, but he rushed right though my blow and drove me to the floor. We twisted and turned as we fought for advantage. I threw some punches, and so did Ed, but we couldn’t hurt each other enough to take our opponent out. I finally got my hands around his neck and squeezed with everything I had. He was on top of me, his hands around my neck as he bared down, his blood dripping all over me. I didn’t even notice. My entire world was now focused on killing this son-of-a-bitch for what he’d done to me, for what he’d done to Vanesa, but mostly for what I was afraid he would do to Tanya if I faltered.
“Die, you bastard!” I snarled, my arms burning as I held him up by the neck.
I could feel the fight flowing out of him, but I kept the pressure on, my face twisted into a sneer of hate. When I felt his grip around my neck begin to loosen, I threw him aside and staggered to my feet. I coughed a couple of times as I stumbled for my bat, but Ed was in far worse shape than me.
When I rounded the couch again, bat in hand, he was coughing, a hand at his throat as he tried to get to his feet. I twirled the bat slowly, rotating it with my wrist to wind up and harden my resolve before I brought it down on one of Ed’s legs in a whistling arc with as much force as I could. Ed shrieked in agony as he collapsed to the floor, but I didn’t care.
I stood over my shrieking opponent as he grabbed his leg, rocking in agony, to make sure he was down for the count, and then I looked around for Tanya. I found her on the other side of the room, standing in a shooter’s crouch, her weapon pointed at Ed, rock steady. Ed didn’t know how lucky he was that all he got was a busted knee. As Ed lay on the floor, whimpering and moaning in pain, I stumbled to her, being careful to not step between her and Ed, then slowly took the weapon from her hand.
“It’s over,” I said, surprised at the sound of my own voice. It sounded like I’d been screaming at the top of my lungs for hours.
She looked a
t me, and I could imagine what she saw. I was covered in Ed’s blood and walking with a limp. I hadn’t even noticed my aching ribs when I was fighting for my life, but I was starting to feel them now.
“The cops are on the way,” she said as she turned back to look at Ed.
-oOo-
I used Ed’s mask to wipe most of his blood off me while Tanya slipped on a pair of pants. While Tanya dressed, Ed decided he was going to make his escape and had tried to get to his feet, using the couch to compensate for his non-functional left leg.
“Going somewhere?” I asked as I tapped him gently on his ruined leg with the bat. He cried out and collapsed to floor.
“You broke my fucking knee!”
“I should beat you to a bloody pulp for what you did to Vanesa.”
“She deserved it! She deserved everything she got, just like you! I’m—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I cursed as I kicked him gently on the bottom of his left foot, making him cry out again.
The cops finally arrived ten minutes after Tanya had called them, paramedics in tow. While the paramedic worked on Ed, the two officers talked to Tanya and me separately. I told them straight up what had happened. They’d examined the bat, the two deep creases in the wood where the crowbar had connected clearly visible. The broken glass by the front door, the smashed lamp, my split knuckles, the out of place furniture, all corroborated our story. It was an open and shut case and I’d clearly acted in self-defense.
My door was open as the cops came and went, and I could see my neighbors milling about in the hall as they watched the goings on in my apartment. The rumors would be flying tomorrow, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was that Tanya was safe.
She stood to the side, watching with downturned lips as the paramedic looked me over. He’d cleaned my knuckles and was examining my ribs, causing me to hiss and twist in pain as he probed and pressed.
