by Mays, Nikki
Two hours later and the stubborn ass is still trying her best to ignore me as soon as we got into her place, she grabbed herself a glass and a bottle of merlot and strutted her sweet ass into the bathroom. She stayed in there for over an hour. How she didn't turn in a prune, I'll never know.
When she finally decided to grace me with her presence again, she did so in nothing but another pair of tiny ass bright pink underwear (which she explained were called boy shorts or something else ridiculous) and a tight black tank top, sans bra. She strutted once again around me, trying her best to ignore my very existence.
Did I realize that she would be pissy about my comment? Obviously, I'm not an idiot. Did I think that the stubborn mule would still be going strong? I was hoping not. She even sat next to me on the couch to eat our leftovers from the other night, not once looking over at me. I'm giving her another half an hour before I help her see the error of her ways.
I don't mind the quiet. Compared to her singing, it's heaven. What's starting to piss me off is that she is making sure that she doesn't touch me what so ever. I've never been the touchy-feely type. But for fuck's sake, I have waited years for this woman. I'll be damned if I cannot even wrap my arms around her whenever the hell I want.
"What's that?" I ask her about the piece of paper that she's putting on top of her mantel.
"A drawing of me that someone left for me at the shop." She speaks! I get off the couch and walk over to where she's standing. I stand behind her and, finally, wrap my arms this aggravating woman and look over her shoulder.
"That's pretty damn good," I tell her, and it is. There's a shitload of detail in it. The only thing I'm not liking is that someone would've had to have studied her pretty well to have created something with so much detail. What can I say? I don't like anyone staring at what's mine. "Who drew it?"
"I have no idea. Mellie told me that it was left on the counter after the late morning rush. Our best guess is that it's probably some teenage boy who was too shy to give it to me in person." She shrugs.
"Makes sense I guess." I can picture some punk ass teen being too intimidated by Shell to have the balls to actually hand her this. Hell, most grown men would be too intimidated by her gorgeous appearance to hand this to her. Poor kid. "You are done with your snit?" I ask her while nuzzling into her neck. She always smells like vanilla and chocolate. I could inhale her all day long.
"It wasn't a snit." She says primly. I know a snit when I see one but realize it's in mine and my dicks best interest to let this go.
"You ready for bed?" I ask.
"Senior citizens aren’t even ready for bed yet Dam." She sasses back.
"Hmmm, so what should we do to kill some time?" I question while place open mouth kisses to the side of her neck right below her ear. I've found that this spot gets her going from zero to sixty in no time flat.
"What did you have in mind?" She asks as she spins in my arms to face me and licks her lips provocatively. Minx.
"I figured that we could work off some of the pent-up aggression that I seem to have to go on thanks to you." She raises her eyebrow and gives me a sexy mischievous smirk.
"You'll have to catch me first." She says right before she takes off to her left. My poor baby just isn't very quick. I throw an arm out and grab her. I twist her so that she's once again looking at me and plant my shoulder into her stomach and hoist her up.
"Put me down, you big caveman." She yells. It would be more convincing if she wasn't giggling so much.
"Not going to happen Doll," I say while planting a firm smack on her ass. Her ass really is a thing of beauty. Big, round and with just the right amount of jiggle. I would literally follow her off a cliff without noticing while watching her walk.
I walk us into her bedroom and lower her onto the bed. She's staring up at me with a smile so bright, it could light the darkest night. All of the air seems to leave my lungs all at once. The happiness and trust shining in her eyes is not something that I ever thought that I would see from her.
She is pure perfection and I don't know how I got so lucky to be on the receiving end of that look. It's in this moment that I realize that I would do anything, and I mean anything for this woman. She has become my very reason for breathing. Without her, I'm pretty sure that I would wither away and die. She is the light in my darkness. My beacon of hope for a future that looks so perfect and vivid, that I can almost touch it. I know that at this very moment, I love her more than I will ever love anyone else, including myself. She has gone beyond my addiction and has become a part of my very soul. There will never be another.
"What's got you looking so serious Griz? You were looking all happy and ready to pounce a second ago?" She asks with a tilt of her head and a smirk on those bubblegum lips.
"I just realized something is all and it took me a moment to process."
"Oh yeah? And what did you realize?" She asks pushing up on her elbows to look me in the eyes.
"I just realized that there will never be anyone but you," I tell her seriously. I'm not good with all of this hearts and flowers shit, so I hope that she picks up on what I'm trying to tell her. My hearts pounding so bad it feels like it's about to beat out of my chest. She gasps at my declaration and her eyes go wide and a little glassy.
"I love you too my grumpy grizzly bear." The smile she gives me is magnificent. Although I could really do without that damn nickname. One day I'll get her to give that shit up. "So, you going to finish what you started or are you going to keep standing there staring at me?"
And this is yet another reason why I love her so much. No long drawn out bullshit and trying to hammer out every second of our future. Nope, my woman says her peace and wants to get back to fucking. I was kidding before. I now officially love her more than anything and everyone.
"You know, most women would want nice and slow right now," I say as I start to undress.
"Meh." She says with a shrug. "What can I say. I'm a girl who really appreciates fast and hard." She adds in a wink before she gets with the program and rids herself of her tank top.
"Whatever you want Doll, always." Is the last coherent thing I say before we become nothing more than a flurry of clothes getting ripped off and thrown about. Once we're both finally naked I take a moment to appreciate all the beauty that is Michelle. I swear she gets even more beautiful each time I see her.
I dip my head and brush my lips against hers. She parts her lips and traces her tongue against my bottom lip. The kiss becomes a heated clashing of tongues and teeth. It's raw and primal.
I find one of her breasts with my hand and tease her nipple. It grows harder beneath my touch. I squeeze her breast while pinching her nipple, causing her to gasp into my mouth. I thrust myself against her, beyond ready to be inside of her. I really want to take my time but I just don't have the control for that right now.
"Wrap both of your legs around me," I whisper as I settle my big body between her thighs. I reach one hand down between us. I'm a big guy and want to make sure that she's ready. The last thing that I ever want to do is hurt her. Luckily, I find her wet and eager as she arches into my touch.
I position my dick at her entrance and thrust inside all the way to the hilt. She gasps as I groan. Fuck! She feels better and better every time. I don't think that I'll ever get enough of her. She's so tight and warm. Perfect.
"Are you okay?" I ask. I need to move but I'll wait as long as she needs me to. She looks up at me with glazed eyes.
"So damn good. You need to move. Right now!" She urges.
I don't reply verbally. I withdraw, only leaving in the tip and thrust back in, hard. I set a brutal pace that has me putting a hand to her shoulder to stop her from moving away. She slides both hands under my arms go around my back and holds on.
"Jesus. It feels like you somehow get tighter each time." I hiss.
"Kegels." She says in a breathless huff. I stop mid-thrust and stare at her.
"What the fuck is a Kegel?" I ask hoping that it/s not so
me weird ass vitamins and shit.
"They're exercises that you do to keep your hoo-ha tight." She says while trying to thrust and basically fuck herself on me.
"You seriously have exercises for that?" I ask stunned. She rolls those baby blues at me.
"Yes, there are exercises for that. No one wants a loose vagina Damon. That's just gross." She twitches her nose like she smells something foul.
"Huh." Who knew?
"Can we go to the fucking that I was enjoying now? You know for a guy who I once thought was a legitimate mute, you sure do talk a lot." So damn sassy.
"Be careful what you wish for," I tell her.
"Don't worry that handsome head of yours. I can take whatever you can dish out baby." She licks across my lips and grabs my ass for good measure. Challenge accepted sweetheart!
I pull out and flip her over so that she's on all fours. Her ass looks glorious up in the air like things. I give it a nice smack and enjoy the loud moan that comes from Shell. She looks over her shoulder and tosses me a wink. I smack her ass three more times switching from cheek to cheek.
"Please, I need you in me." Shell pants.
I line up and thrust back in so hard the bed slides across the floor again. I keep going, pounding into her at a relentless pace. Michelle is meeting me thrust for thrust. The face is in the sheets and ass up in the air. The louder she gets the harder I thrust.
Every thrust has my balls getting tighter and tight. She's so tight and wet, that I know that I'm not going to be able to last long. If I don't get her there soon, I'm going to end up embarrassing myself by going over without her. And there is no way in hell that I am going to leave my woman dissatisfied.
I lower one of my hand from her hips to her clit. I use my thumb to rub circles around her hardened nub, applying more pressure each pass. Soon she bucking against me murmuring incoherent words. The only ones that I can make out are harder and more. I can tell that she's getting close by the way her pussy is clamping down on my dick like a vise.
A few more thrusts and I see her stiffen in front of me while wringing a cry from her lips. I pump three more times before I follow her into oblivion. My orgasm goes on and on with her milking my dick for everything it's worth. Breathing like I just ran a marathon, I close my eyes and lower my forehead to her back. I keep my weight off of her and just enjoy this quiet moment with her.
She gives up on keeping herself up and basically belly flops onto the bed. My dick makes a wet popping sound as it leaves the confines of her wonderful body. I lay down on my side next to her, so that I can stare at her. It's no surprise that that's one of my favorite pastimes. Old habits die hard and all of that.
"Ewe." She giggles.
"What?"
"That sound was gross. Also, we need to start putting a towel down or something. I'm so tired of trying to sleep around a damn wet spot." She tells me.
"This is seriously the conversation that we're going to have right now?" I raise my eyebrow at my crazy woman.
"Do you really expect anything else from me?" She asks while moving her way onto her pillow and pulling the covers up. I follow her lead and pull her into my body, back to chest.
"Nope. I wouldn't expect anything less than random when it comes to you." I kiss her head and breathe her in. Wouldn't expect anything else and wouldn't have her any other way.
Michelle
"Hello, Michelle. It's great to see you! Are you here to see your father?" Todd Westerly, my dad's assistant/tech guru/ right-hand man, asks me.
"Hi Todd, you too!" I smile at him. "Yeah, is the old man available? We're supposed to be going to lunch."
"Just give me a minute to go in and make sure that he's off his conference call," Todd explains.
"Great! Thanks so much!"
"No problem. Anything, you know that." He says while walking towards my dad's office. I would guess that Todd is around my age, if not a little bit older. He's been with my dad for several years now.
He's tall and kind of lanky looking. He doesn't look like your typical military man. You can definitely tell that he stays in the land of computers. He's maybe 5'10, with mousey brown hair, brown eyes are the usually covered by black-framed glasses and are paler than a goth in full makeup. It looks like the poor guy never sees the sun. The guy is always super sweet to me. Mellie has met him a few times and said that he practically trips all over himself for me. I tried telling her that he's just a sweet, shy guy but she refuses to believe me.
"Okay, go on in, he's ready for you." He says while walking back towards me.
"Great! Thanks, Todd! See ya around." I wave to him before stepping in my dad's office.
I walk in to see my dad already coming out from behind his desk with his arms stretched waiting for me. Never one to disappoint I rush into his arms for one of his bear hugs. My dad gives the world's best hugs. No matter what is going wrong in my life, one of dad's hugs is always the cure.
"Hi princess. Man, I've missed you, sweet girl. How was the drive in?" He asks while still holding me tight.
"Hiya daddio," I mumble into his rock-hard chest. He may be getting older but he can still give guys half his age a run for their money.
6'1, with blonde hair, a matching set of blues eyes to mine, strong jaw with a perpetual five o'clock shadow, slightly crooked nose that I'm sure has been broken more than once in his younger years, full lips that always have a smile for mom and me, topped off with well-defined muscles and my dad still manages to turn a lot of female heads.
Not that he cares about getting any attention from any woman besides my mom. According to him, he knew as soon as he met my mom that she was it for him. Mom still states that she wasn't really on the same page and that dad practically had to stalk her for a date. But he eventually won her over and close to thirty years later they're still going strong. The only thing that my dad seems to dislike is all the attention my mom seems to get.
My mom is basically my twin with a few years added on. And not even a lot of years. She could probably pass as my sister. Poor dad is constantly scowling at me who come up to her whenever they go out anywhere. Mom tells him that he should just pee a circle around her to make it easier on himself. Poor guy gets crazy when it comes to her. Though come to think of it, mom would probably cut a bitch for hitting on dad.
"The drive was okay. The usual traffic but nothing out of the ordinary." I tell him.
"Good. You know I worry. So many dipshits out there, always texting, that it makes me nervous. Plus, your track record doesn't encourage a lot of confidence." He tells me. This is the same conversation that we always have. Dad hates for me to drive anywhere but a mile or two from my house and the shop. He's convinced that any highway is my mortal enemy. Okay, sure, I'm not exactly the world's best driver and have possibly had a few or fifteen accidents to had to paranoia. But come on...who hasn't?
"Mmmhmmm." I don't really add anything because we both know it would be pointless. I'm a shitty driver and he worries. "I'm starvin' like Marvin. You ready to go?" Time to get us on the right track...food.
"Yes baby girl, just let me grab my wallet and phone." He grabs everything he needs and ushers me through the door. "Todd, why don't you take a long lunch son. It's not every day that I get to spend with Shell. Just make sure that your back by 14:40 for my next meeting" My father tells him.
"Thank you, Sir, I appreciate that. Enjoy lunch with your daughter. I'll make sure that I'm back in plenty of time." Todd says with a smile. We both wave to him and make our way towards my dad's car and driver. One of the perks of being a high ranking.
Twenty minutes later has us sitting at a quaint little Mexican restaurant. We manage to order our drinks and food before my dad starts in with his inquisition. I knew it was coming but still. Can't a girl get through some chips and salsa first?
"So, when were you going to tell your dear old dad about the new man in your life?" Seriously, I'm one chip in.
"Well, technically he has been around for a few years now." I try to
hedge. Let's face it. Telling dad all about Damon won't exactly be a great idea. What am I supposed to say? "Well dad, he pretty much stalked me for two years while pretending to ignore my very existence. Oh, and he also had "conversations" with any man that I went on a date with, that ended up in them never speaking to me again." What father wouldn't want to hear how their daughter is dating a weirdo.
"I know he's been around for awhile sweets. I've met the man a few times. Just never as your man." He says while giving me that annoying dad look. You know the one. It says: I'm stubborn as shit and will wait you out until you tell me everything that I want to know.
"Just ask your questions daddy." I look down mournfully at the yummy chips and salsa that I hope to begin pigging out on again. He gets into his interrogation pose: sitting straight with his hands clasped in front of him.
"Are you happy?" He asks in an extremely serious tone of voice.
"Yeah, daddy." I smile up at him. " He makes me really happy. Even when he's being an annoying butthead."
"That's all that matters then." He replies with a sincere smile. "So, when did you finally figure out he's been panting after you for years." I narrow my eyes at him.
"What are you talking about? How did you know he was "panting after me" as you so eloquently put it?"
"Honey, that man could never take his eyes off of you. He would follow your every move the few times I was near both of you. You would move and he would adjust his position to keep you in his sights. A man doesn't do that for no reason." He scoffs at me like it was obvious. Not to everyone buddy.
"Well, I sure as hell wish that someone would've told me! I spent years thinking the man didn't like me." I say, my voice rising towards the end thanks to anger. I'm still pissed that he wasted so much damn time! My dad's eyes are bulging out of his head. The chip he was about to take a bite out of is stopped halfway to his mouth. He opens and closes his mouth a few times as if trying to figure out what to say.
"You mean you never figured it out?" He as incredulously.
