by Jolie Day
Her hand reached into her back pocket. She held up lace panties, decorated with a little bow, and twirled them around her finger. When she dropped them to the floor, she gave me a teasing and playful smile, and I felt my cock harden. There was no escape for her now.
“You naughty little girl,” I said, “Lift your skirt up. Let me see.”
She did as I told her, lifting the front of her skirt, but only for a second, giving me a glance at her naked, freshly shaven pussy. Then she pushed the skirt back down again.
“That’s fucking hot,” I growled.
I wasn’t gonna lie. It wasn’t easy not to reach under that skirt to check for myself, part her soft folds and caress that wet delicate skin. It was even harder not to turn her around, bend her over, and shove my cock into her right now. Making her wait a bit longer, desperate for my touch, would excite her—and me. I wanted her juices dripping out of her beautiful cunt until she begged me to fuck her. And boy, how I would. I sensed how attracted she was to me, now more than ever, and I felt that she’d lost her heart to me all over again. I needed to know how her pussy would rhythmically squeeze my cock when I brought her to a nice, long orgasm.
I scooped her up into my arms and carried her over to the sofa, setting her gently onto the plush leather, knowing I wouldn’t let her go tonight until I’d made her mine. I barely gave her enough time to take a breath before I was kissing her throat, her collar bone, her naked shoulder. She gasped and giggled, and the sound drove me wild.
“Quite the welcome party,” she said.
I slid my hands to her hips and waist, pushing the edge of her sweater up at the same time. Her skin was smooth and hot to the touch under my hands.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
10
Maya
Every part of my body cried out with need for him. I felt like I’d lived the last three days in a state of deprivation, and now Ethan’s kiss was the only thing that could quench my thirst. I couldn’t lie to myself. I’d spent the last several days delirious with the thought of him. I’d lost count of the times I scolded myself for daydreaming at work or tossing and turning at night when I tried to fall asleep. Ethan was trouble—he was wrong for me, and he was off limits, no matter how long I’d wanted him.
But, it appeared the heart (or maybe just my hormones) always got what it wanted in the end.
Part of me hadn’t planned on things going down this way. Part of me had convinced myself I would be wearing panties, and we were just going to talk, maybe share a glass of wine and catch up on all the news and gossip we had missed while the other was away. But another part of me knew that the night was only going to end one way: with me in Ethan’s bed, and that part of me wanted nothing more than that satisfaction of finally surrendering to him.
It had been years, and I still wanted him more than anything else.
Ethan kissed me like a man starved, the leather creaking beneath us as we urged our bodies closer together. His hands were cupping my face, and he forced himself between my legs. I pushed into him, tucking my knees around him and pressing my breasts into his chest. I couldn’t get enough of his kisses.
Ethan nipped at my lower lip with a mischievous bite of his teeth, and I wound his silk tie around my hand and pulled him down on top of me.
“I should tease you over the phone more often,” Ethan growled. He was a little short of breath, and that fact thrilled me. I loved seeing him less than perfect, especially when I was the one causing him so much consternation.
“It wasn’t very nice of you.”
“Well, I’m not a very nice person.”
“Liar,” I said, but the word was swallowed up when he captured my mouth with his own once again. God, this man could kiss.
I was already grinding against the bulge in his pants, eager for my own release. Ethan pushed my sweater up around my waist, one of his hands snaking beneath the fabric to run along my trembling stomach. Brushing against my breasts through the lace of my bra, Ethan mapped my every curve with his fingertips. He gave one of my nipples a pinch, and I bucked against him.
He chuckled, obviously enjoying seeing me on the edge, and the sound peaked my arousal even more. My breasts were aching with want, and my sex was on fire.
“Please,” I whined.
“Please what?” he rumbled in my ear.
“Please, I want you inside me,” I panted, already fumbling with the buttons on the front of his starched blue shirt. I was vaguely humiliated at being forced to ask for exactly what I wanted, but something about saying it out loud was titillating. It felt good to be raw and honest after so many years of hiding my true feelings. “I want you to finish what you started on the phone.”
One of my hands found the button fly of his slacks, and in a moment, I wrapped my hand around the length of him. He was big (and by big, I mean, he was really big) and already hard, and as I slid my hand from tip to shaft and back again, Ethan groaned.
“Not here,” he said, digging his fingers into the leather of the couch as I stroked him once again. “Not like this.”
“What do you mean?”
Ethan’s hand settled over mine, and he tugged my hand free. His eager mouth left what was sure to be a prizewinning hickey on my throat.
“Let’s go up.”
I was almost shocked that he, Mr. Privacy, wanted me upstairs in his kingdom, but there was no time to dwell on the thought, because the next thing I knew, Ethan was helping me off the couch and ushering me up the stairs. Well, ushering me up the stairs as effectively as he could with his mouth on mine and his hands roaming every inch of my body. He stopped me just shy of the door to his bedroom, pressing me against the wall with his chest to my back. I moaned as he trailed kisses down my neck, then flipped up my skirt and slid his hand between my legs. I was already soaking wet, and he murmured his approval. My legs shook with anticipation.
“Keep going and neither of us will make it to your bed,” I breathed. Talking was a struggle, as every other word was punctuated with a needy gasp. Ethan picked up the speed, rubbing my wet center, working me with skilled fingers before stopping suddenly and leading me into his room.
He didn’t bother with the lights. I had, of course, been in his room before, during the apartment tour and a couple of times afterward when I had passed through to make use of the whirlpool bath. But this was different, this time I was brought here for the most intimate of reasons, and it felt like an achievement. The back of my calves found the edge of the bed as we moved toward it together, kissing and touching, and then I sank down onto an impossibly soft duvet that smelled like Ethan’s signature cologne. I started to shimmy out of my clothes, but Ethan knelt beside me on the bed and pushed my hands away.
“Let me.”
He deftly slid my cream-colored sweater all the way over my head and tossed it aside, not just revealing one of the only sexy-for-sexy’s-sake bras I owned, but also hard nipples pushing through the soft fabric. Further proof that no matter what I told myself about staying friends and maintaining boundaries, I’d been hoping for this to happen with all of my might.
I’d spent the first day Ethan was gone angry with him for being pig-headed and evasive, and the second day he was gone, I was angry with myself for being confrontational and unable to accept a good thing when I had it. The third day, the missing had set in, and I had begun to wonder if I hadn’t made a mistake by sending him away like I did. The phone call had been the best kind of torture. I hadn’t been able to get Ethan or that kiss, and especially that special request, out of my head after that.
By the time he walked back through the door, he was all I could see.
I could tell by his glance that he liked what he saw. I tugged at his slacks, and he discarded them on the floor without another thought. In another moment, he’d freed me of my skirt.
“You’re gorgeous,” Ethan said, lowering his mouth to leave a little trail of kisses from my throat to my belly button. I shivered as he approached my pussy.
Ethan stripped off his shirt with a single expert tug, and then smoothed his hand over my ass.
“Not just someone’s little sister anymore, are you?”
“Maybe not, but you’re still a cocky bastard.”
“You love it.”
“I do not,” I huffed.
Ethan forced my legs open, spreading his hand across my sex, and, finally began rubbing my swollen clit in slow circles. I was pretty sure my eyes rolled back into my head at that sensation.
“Oh, yeah? You want me to stop this then? Because I can stop.”
“Oh, please don’t,” I panted.
He removed his hand from my sex, and I barely had time to whine in disapproval before he thrust his finger inside me, keeping the movement going. He returned to circling my clit with his thumb, over and over as I arched my hips up into his hand, writhing, wanting to pull his face closer to my pulsing sex.
“Oh, my god, Ethan.”
Ethan picked up the pace, thrusting in and out with one finger and then two. I arched my back and begged for more, a string of explicative-laden pleas that surprised even me spilling from my mouth. Then Ethan slowed his pace and leaned down to give me a kiss so slow and sweet, I thought I might cry. We hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet, and he’d already blown my mind, I realized a bit deliriously.
“Roll over,” Ethan murmured into my mouth.
I obeyed, presenting the curve of my back and my ass to him. I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and then his hand smoothed over my hips, gave me a little slap, urging me to lift them for him.
“Higher.”
I followed his command with a grin. He grunted his approval and let his cock run up and down my opening.
When he thrust himself inside me, I saw stars dancing behind my eyes. I thought I wouldn’t be able to take him in. First, he filled me only with his tip, then slowly, inch by inch, he worked his cock into me, in rhythmic little pushes, filling and stretching me more and more, until he’d penetrated me completely, flooding my system with new waves of pleasure. When I felt his huge rock-hard penis inside of me entirely, holding me firmly in place, I buried my head into his pillow with a groan.
“Relax,” he whispered, while my pussy tried to get used to his size. “Yeah, that’s it.” Then, he began to pump in long and slow strokes. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned into my neck, before he squeezed my breasts.
His breathing was ragged with desire. Ethan rolled his hips against me, sending shivers of lust down the length of my spine. I’d been with a few men before, in dorm rooms and starter apartments, and even once on a private rooftop pool terrace while I was cat sitting for some wealthy Manhattanites. But Ethan’s expertise and intuitive knowledge of my body put all of their fumbling and groping to shame. Every crest of pleasure that rolled through my body left me wanting more, and I had to experience as much of him as possible, right that second.
Giving a little sigh to indicate I was ready to move positions, I rolled onto my back and pulled Ethan down on top of me. He laughed in surprise, his mouth colliding with my own as I wrapped my thighs around him and took him into me, this time with slightly less effort. I felt every inch of our bodies touching, inside and out.
Every heave and thrust pushed me closer and closer to the edge, and I soon found myself digging my nails into Ethan’s back, begging him not to stop as he thrust his cock inside me harder and harder. When I climaxed, he didn’t miss a beat, just kissed me all the more deeply as he buried himself inside me, fast approaching his own orgasm. He came with a shudder.
A few moments later, he rolled over, and after disposing of the condom, tugged me on top of him so we could bask in our afterglow together.
Everything felt velvety and hazy as I pressed my cheek to Ethan’s chest and snuggled in close beside him. A deep sense of satisfaction resonated through me from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes. He threaded his fingers through my hair lazily, his breath deep and drowsy. It was a moment of perfect contentment.
“Wow,” I breathed, after I’d recovered enough to string words together.
Ethan chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “You aren’t so bad yourself.” He tilted my chin up and kissed me deeply. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
I didn’t realize it was possible for me to feel any more drunk with happiness until he said that. The thought of Ethan harboring erotic fantasies about me that were strong enough to guide him now was absolutely wonderful. Was it possible that, despite our differences in age and status, he’d always wanted me as badly as I wanted him? It seemed unlikely, too good to be true.
“And I know you did, too,” he whispered.
“Yes, I did,” I admitted and smiled, making a soft, pleased noise. My eyelids were getting heavy, and I realized that if I didn’t dress and go back to my own room soon, I may fall asleep here. I considered trying to stand, but my pussy ached, and my legs felt like jelly.
“Do you have to work in the morning?” Ethan asked.
I nodded and yawned, “Bright and early.”
“You better rest then.”
I shifted, doing my best to untangle myself from the knot of limbs Ethan and I had become. I rubbed at my tired eyes with the back of my hand. “Yeah, you’re right. Let me just…”
Ethan reached beneath us and tossed one of his cool sheets over the both of us. “Don’t bother, baby. It’s late. Sleep here for tonight. We have to get up at the same time, anyway.”
I looked over at him, and I hoped he couldn’t see how vulnerable my eyes must have looked in the dark. Baby? And inviting me to stay over? This was entirely different from the confident, self-reliant guy I had known for so long. He was being… sweet. Tender even.
I shifted back beneath the covers, finding Ethan’s warm skin within my reach, and sidled up next to him again.
“Well, okay. If you’re sure I won’t bother you.”
“I doubt it. I’m a heavy sleeper.”
Ethan put one of his arms around me, resting his hand over my breast. His touch was so reassuring that it felt like the only solid thing in this dream world of sex on expensive sheets in an apartment I could never afford.
“Goodnight, Maya,” he murmured. Fast-approaching sleep gave his voice a sandpapery texture, which I couldn’t help but find incredibly endearing. I had no idea when I was ever going to see Ethan like this again, tuckered out and spent and willing to let his guard down. For better or for worse, I liked this version of him a lot.
“Night.”
We fell asleep wrapped up in each other, our breath syncing into one uninterrupted flow. I slept better that night than I had in weeks, not even a dream interrupting my rest.
11
Ethan
I awoke the next morning with that deep, satisfied full-body ache that only came from a night of hot sex. The sunlight was streaming in onto the bed through the large windows, telling me that I’d slept in later than I probably should have. Maya was still fast asleep, rolled onto her stomach with her dark hair in a tumble on the pillow. The sheet was tugged halfway off her naked body, revealing the beautiful curve of her back and a sexy side boob. I propped myself up on an elbow and took a moment to admire her, drinking in every freckle and curve and tiny scar. I’d been awestruck by her body last night in the dark and in the grip of lust, but daylight revealed that she really was that beautiful, even the morning after, and I felt my cock growing hard.
Maya stirred, pushing her hands deeper underneath my pillow and burying down into the so
ftness with an adorable sigh.
“Hey,” I said in a soft tone.
I trailed a finger down her spine, from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, and she gave a little shiver. Maya rolled onto her side, revealed her gorgeous tits, and blinked at me with sleepy eyes. More blood surged into my cock until it stood at full attention. Even with mussed hair and smudged mascara, she looked like a Maxim dream girl.
“Hey, yourself.”
Her voice was raspy with sleep, and I couldn’t help but lean over and kiss her beautiful tits. I sucked on her nips, moving from tit to tit to get a taste and to get her gorgeous pussy wet, flicked my tongue around each bud until both nipples were nice and hard, and she automatically tilted her chin higher and purred softly. I then worked my way along her neck to her mouth, that was as warm as the rest of her.
“Sleep well?” I whispered in her ear.
“Like the dead,” she moaned back. “You really took it out of me.”
“Good. That’s what you needed.”
She gave me a smile that would probably stop traffic if she let it loose in the middle of the street. In an instant, she’d rolled on top of me, almost causing my cock to accidentally slip inside her, a mischievous look on her face, and then she kissed me slow and sexy, her skin pressed to mine. My hands moved up to cup her ass, and she smiled against my mouth. I was hungry for her all over again.
“You’re gonna have to let me go eventually.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“But now, I have to go to work.”
“Tell them you’re out sick. You have pneumonia, or meningitis, you can’t possibly make it in. And I have the medicine.”
“Wishful thinking,” Maya said and kissed me one more time before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and standing. The sheet slipped off to reveal her naked body, absolutely perfect down to the dimples on the small of her back and the teardrop shape of her tits. She looked like one of the statues by Rodin she loved so much—stone without blemish, come to supple, touchable life.
