by Scott, Kylie
“What?” Now I’m just confused. With no blood left in my brain, it happens easy enough. Still the words and their insane meaning break through eventually. “Sadie. Baby. Does it feel like we don’t have chemistry?”
“Well, no. But what if we don’t fit?”
I grin.
She rolls her eyes. “I’m not talking about the size of your cock. I mean, what if we don’t gel in bed?”
I rest my forehead against her chest, getting my thoughts in order. “You’re right to have this concern, my love. In fact, I think we need to assume that you and I are going to need some time to figure out how best to sexually please one another. And we should commit to this side of our relationship here and now and plan for lots of fucking.”
“I’m being silly, aren’t I?”
I grin wide. “You’re wet. I’m hard. We’re both very excited and the signs are all good. There’s no need to assume we’re not going to be rockin’ in bed, darling.”
“Sorry. I’ll try to stop worrying.”
“No problem.” Heavy sigh. “Okay. Where was I?”
“Tits.”
“Right. Let’s move this along, shall we? Put your worries to bed, so to speak.” I lick my lips and slide my hands down her sides. Over the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips and ass. Juicy like a peach, just as I thought. Definitely going to bite that later. Then I hook my fingers in either side of her thong and drag it down her legs. She helpfully curls them up, allowing me to get rid of the offending item of lingerie faster. “You have such cute little feet. Look at those toes.”
“I like my feet. My hands are kind of weirdly big though.”
“That’s all right. I have something big for them to wrap around later. Your apparently weirdly large hands are going to come in good use, baby. Trust me.”
She giggles. “Funny. Okay, get rid of your underwear too. And make it quick.”
I do as ordered. My unwieldy dick bounces around, slapping against the slight round of her stomach, as I reach over to grab a condom out of the collection of open and waiting boxes on the bedside table. Just a straightforward wrapper for the first time. We don’t need any distractions or enhancements. Not this go-around.
“I can do that,” she offers.
“Next time. I’m so wired right now I’d probably come if you touched me.” On it goes and yes. Thank God for that. I drag the bulbous head of my cock up and down her drenched slit. “And, baby girl, you have a particularly pretty pussy. Jesus. Look at it all swollen, pink, and so wet. Fucking beautiful, Sadie. So much more gorgeous in real life.”
She gasps, her eyes rolling back into her head, as I rub my crown against her hot spot. All women are lovely, but Sadie’s cunt is particularly breathtaking. And so delightfully sensitive. I massage her clit, ramping her need up higher. She sure as shit isn’t worrying about anything right now. Breasts rising and falling at a frantic pace with each labored breath, she’s well on her way to coming.
“Hell, Evan.”
Meanwhile, my blood is beating like a drum. Pounding through me, demanding I get a move on. The sight of her, smell of her, every damn thing about her just turns me on. My cock pulses and my breath catches. As much as I’d love to wow her with my foreplay abilities, that’s going to have to wait for later.
“Stop fooling around and put it in me,” she says.
“Yes, ma’am.” I chuckle, desperate for her.
I line up my dick with her entrance and push in nice and slow. Savoring the sensation of filling her for the first time. Of feeling her hot body encase me. Now my mind is really blown. The whole damn world is reduced down to her skin against mine, her legs wrapped around my hips, urging me on. Despite having done this many times before, I’m a new man when it comes to sex with my woman. My heart is aching inside my chest at the perfection of being inside her for the first time.
It’s as if I’m going to cry. Or come. Possibly both.
A fine sheen of perspiration dots her face and the dazed yet loving look in her eyes is nirvana. I want to remember everything. Every single moment. But even more than that, I want to move. The thrill of feeling her nipples dragging against my chest as I surge in and out. Slow at first, then building up speed. Her ankles dig into my ass cheeks, urging me on. Deeper. Harder.
My grip on her wrists tightens, and I hold them down above her head. Because something in her writing tells me she likes a dash of kinky shit with her loving. Good with me. Her arms flex, as she tries to break free. But the sly sexy smile on her face says it’s definitely her thing.
“Let me touch you?” she asks in a breathy voice.
“Just feel.”
“Fuck.” Her head tips back, gifting the long slender column of her neck to run my lips against as her hips grind against mine. “Evan, it’s so good.”
I lick a bead of sweat off her jawline and give her my most feral grin. So the girl’s got me wild and worked up. Not surprised. I’d like to say something clever to her, but my mind is wiped. All I can think about is those delicate little muscles in her pussy quivering around my cock. The pink in her cheeks deepening to a scarlet red as she gets closer and closer to coming.
Heaven has nothing on sex with Sadie. I grind the base of my dick against her clit and her mouth falls open. The sweetest little gasps falling out of her mouth. Each one of them sending a bolt of electricity straight through my chest and swirling hot at the base of my spine.
Truth be told, I’m beyond ready. My balls are drawn up tight against my body. Every ounce of pent-up tension, this heady burning desire for this woman is ready to blow, spill hotly inside the woman I love. Then it happens. Her back bows and every inch of her delicious body tightens. The muscles of her sex squeeze my dick until I’m ready to explode.
Her eyelids close and a gorgeous, serene beauty takes over the features of her face as Sadie comes. Her body milks my shaft for all its worth, pushing me straight over the edge with her.
Fuck me. My hips crash against hers. I want to get as deep inside of her as I can. Hell. I’d meld us together permanently if I was able. White hot light blinds me, my body shaking. Nothing’s ever been this good. No touchdown or perfect pass. No trophy or win. Nothing.
I just manage to roll off of her as opposed to crushing her with my weight. Because I’m done. Drained. Side by side, we lie on the mattress, both working at catching our breath. I manage to roll my head to the side, all the better to watch her post-orgasm. Still gorgeous. She lies limp and sated on my bed. Damned if she doesn’t belong there. I want to look at this sight every night of my fucking life.
Once my heart has stopped hammering, I say, “You’re right. We’re hopeless together. That was awful. Worst sex of my life.”
Sadie laughs softly.
“Might as well just break up now. I’ll help you move your shit back into your apartment, ’cause I’m a gentleman like that.”
She swats me in the chest. But really, it’s more like her hand just kind of flops onto me. “That’d be great, thanks. I got what I came for.”
“Hmm. On second thought, we’ve put a lot into this relationship. We should probably work hard at the fucking in order to make a real go of it. You know, practice makes perfect and all that jazz. You sure you don’t want to stick around for round two?”
She opens one eyelid and gives me an assessing look. “I don’t know, Evan. Think you got it in you?”
My smile is all sharp teeth and leering. “I don’t know, my love,” I say, rolling back onto my side to reach out and delicately pinch one of her pretty pink nipples.
She moans and stretches her long body, almost as if she’s put herself on display just for my viewing pleasure. Immediately, my dick starts to stir back to life. What can I say? She inspires me. “Let’s find out, shall we?” I pinch the other nipple while leaning over and sucking the bruised one into my mouth.
“Oh my, yes. Let’s find out.”
CHAPTER 15
QUARANTINE: DAY 15
EVAN
A RAY OF SUNLIGHT STREAKS across my eyes with pinpoint accuracy as I roll over and press my face into the pillow. Reaching out my arm, I search for Sadie’s warmth and only find the empty sheet. Not only empty—the sheet is cold, which tells me that she’s been out of bed for a long time.
Opening my eyes and pressing up onto a forearm, I rub the sleep out of my eyes and scan the room. The bathroom light is off, so she’s not there. There is a head-sized dent in the pillow. Okay, I didn’t dream the night of amazing sex and coming together for the first, second, and third time.
I frown and push back the covers. Naked, I pad to the dresser and grab a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and tug them on commando. Still bare chested, I hear clicking. A rhythmic cadence coming from the living room.
Frowning, I head to investigate.
Jake’s desk and computer are off as I approach the living room.
And aw, there’s my girl. Sitting on the love seat, legs stretched out and resting on the coffee table, her laptop is on her legs and she is typing away. Her golden hair is down around her face and falling in wild waves over her shoulders and back. I’m surprised to see a pair of bright teal glasses perched on her nose.
Her fingers are flying on the keyboard so fast I swear they blur a little.
I watch her work. She’s stunning. Her focus on the story is so intense that she doesn’t even realize I’m there. I could probably do jumping jacks behind her and she wouldn’t notice.
Allowing myself this quiet moment, I study her. Sadie is every man’s dream come true. Long toned legs with some heft at the hips and upper thighs. Smooth, naturally tan skin. A plump ass that’s made for fucking. A tiny waist—though she doesn’t think so. My large hands and body practically dwarf the woman, which I know amuses her beyond reason. Her tits are magical. I’m a man obsessed with her breasts. A perfect handful yet small enough I can get a nice amount in my mouth. The woman is beauty from tip to toe. My mouth waters and my dick punches against my lounge pants with the desire to take her again.
I wasn’t wrong when I said we need to fuck this intense situation out. Maybe Jake’s right. When you love someone, it’s pleasure and pain in equal measures. Pain from the wanting, the endless desire that seems to bubble just under the surface when I’m near her or when the thought of her enters my mind. Then the pleasure when she looks at me with hope and love shining in her eyes. The way it feels when we finally merged, when I made love to her. Christ, there is nothing better.
Nothing.
And I thought I was married to the game—that that would be the only obsession in my life, the only thing I was committed to. However, what I feel for Sadie far surpasses those feelings.
Football is my true passion. And while I really hope the situation with work comes out on the positive side, now I’ve got Sadie. If I lose my job, I’ve still got her—and she’s worth more. I can make money doing a lot of things. Probably many things I’ll genuinely enjoy and possibly even love, but I don’t think anything in my future will ever hold a candle to what I feel for this woman.
The clacking sound suddenly stops. She lifts a finger in the air and brings it down on a key before sighing happily and smiling. She removes her glasses and sets them on the end table next to her.
“What’s my girl smiling about?” I come around the love seat and sit at her side.
Her eyes are glittering with joy. “I wrote three chapters! And they’re good. Really good.”
“Oh?” I dip my face close to hers and kiss her softly.
“Apparently a lot of sex makes my muse super productive.”
My cock agrees, hardening with every ounce of her face and body I soak in. Her happiness is like an aphrodisiac. She’s wearing my T-shirt from yesterday and it’s ridden up her thighs, gifting me a seductive expanse of skin to caress.
I place my hand on the thigh closest to me. “Did you save it?”
Her gaze hasn’t left mine, but I can tell the second her eyes heat as I toy with the hem of my shirt against her leg.
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Good,” I say softly, closing the lid and moving the laptop off her thighs before setting it on the coffee table. I push the table back with my foot and then slide to the floor on my knees, maneuvering my body in front of hers.
“You look super sexy in your glasses, baby.”
She licks her lips and her cheeks pinken. I wonder what else gets flushed and dark pink.
The one thing she never let me do last night was to taste her. To make her come with my mouth. Every time I trailed down her body, she begged me to fuck her. What was I supposed to do? My woman wants my cock, I’m giving it to her.
Every. Single. Time.
“Everything about you is sexy.” I spread her legs and shift them until they cage me between them.
“Is that right?” she smirks.
“Yep.” I cup both and circle my thumbs around her kneecaps lightly.
“My knees?” She laughs, sounding a little ticklish.
I lean forward and kiss the right one and drag my tongue around the kneecap before doing the same on the other.
“Oh, wow. That’s um, sensitive.”
I grin a Cheshire cat smile. As I slide my hands up the outsides of her thighs, I hum and curl my fingers so I can tug her body down the seat until her thighs open wider.
She gasps and her legs tremble.
I’m incredibly delighted to find her bare pussy greeting me when the shirt rides up. Her arousal and unique scent coil in the air between us. It’s like the sweetest smelling flower just after a heavy rain.
Intoxicating. Exotic. Mind-melting.
“No panties? Naughty girl.”
“Evan…” She sighs and fists her hands at her sides.
“Hmm… what should I do to naughty girls who tease their men?”
She swallows and I watch the movement in her neck as her mouth falls open subtly to allow her labored breaths. “I don’t know. Fuck me?” That has her grinning. My sassy girl taking over.
I tsk and shake my head reaching my hands around to her round ass and bringing her closer to the edge. I back up and press her knees wide open, revealing her to my greedy gaze.
“Fuck. There is so much I want to do to you. Lick you. Suck you. Finger you. Fuck you.” I swallow down the desire coating my tongue imagining what she tastes like, teasing my senses before gorging on what we both want.
“Okay. Yes. I want all of those things.” She attempts naturally to close her legs, maybe hide herself a little, but I hold them wide open looking my fill of her flushed sex. The way the heart of her glistens and convulses with every breath.
“I’m going to make you come over and over until you beg me to stop,” I say, holding her legs open, my eyes zeroed in and hyper-focused on my prize. Her hips thrust, humping the air, her pussy clenching before my eyes.
It’s graphic, hot as sin, and tempting me like a snake-charming seductress.
My dick punches hard against my loose pants. I shove them down and hear her groan at the site of my erect cock, my palm encircling the base and stroking up just once. A tease. I’ve never been harder in my life.
“Evan, baby, please…” Her hips churn in invitation and I’m gone.
I lay my mouth over her sex and take one long, luxurious lick. Her honey-coated taste explodes on my tongue the same way biting into a ripe watermelon does, juice flowing down my throat, coating my lips and chin with her flavor. I swirl my tongue all over her, savoring every inch of her until her fingers are twisted in my hair and her hips are thrusting wildly.
Doubling my effort, I dip my tongue into her heat, licking and learning every inch. What makes her clench her thighs. What makes her sigh. What makes her mewl. I suck each lip and nibble first, then pet each one with long laps of my tongue, avoiding the tight kernel of nerves I know she’s dying to have me touch. Being as attentive as I know how, I work at her, taking her higher and higher.
“Baby…”
“You taste so fucking good. I could eat
you every day and never get enough.”
Finally, I twirl my tongue in a tight circle around her clit and she cries out, her fingers fisting my roots as wave after wave of her orgasm rush through her.
Once her convulsions slow, I grin before plunging two thick fingers deep, searching her front wall for that elusive spot that will make my woman lose her mind. I curl my digits up and she jerks her hips as I find exactly what I’m searching for.
Her eyes widen. “I can’t twice in a row.” She looks almost panicked—as though if she isn’t able, she’ll let me down somehow. But one thing my girl is going to find out about me is that I’m relentless when in pursuit of something I want. And I want this. Bad.
“Oh yes you can,” I state. And it’s a promise.
Sliding my fingers against the wall of her sex, I focus my attention on her tight little clit. It’s so swollen and red. Like a firm little cherry just picked off the tree, I suck on that piece of fruit, tugging up and down on her cunt, finger-fucking her hard and deep.
Her body shudders under my efforts.
“You’re so wet, you’re dripping down my chin,” I say while licking up and down, glancing at her angelic face.
“I don’t know…I don’t understand.” She watches as I kiss then suck her clit into my mouth.
She closes her eyes, her head falling back as she surrenders. Simply lets her arms fall to her sides, her body going languid as I physically work her. Controlling every ounce of her pleasure. This orgasm seems far stronger as it rolls over her body. Her chest jerks toward the ceiling, arching magnificently. She locks her legs around my body and digs her heels in, using her hands to grip the back of the couch.
She’s brilliant in her pursuit. Hungry for more, for something she doesn’t even know to expect.
I finger her hard, almost brutally as her body wrenches back and forth under the power of my hold on her.
“Jesus, Evan, no, I can’t. It’s too much.” She gasps, her breath coming in and out in quick bursts.
