by Robin Leaf
As she rubs the towel over her skin, I notice she glimpses at my cock and smirks as it reaches for her. Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.
My towel is around my waist, and hers is tucked under her arms. I grab a third to wring out the water from her hair.
“Can you run the brush through it for me?” she asks softly. So I turn her toward the mirror, grabbing the brush and run it through her hair gently.
When we’re both dry enough, I lead her to my bed and sit on the edge, pulling her to stand between my thighs. I rotate her slowly, finally checking all the damage to her delicate skin. There are some faint marks on her right side, but the left side is a cacophony of angry purples, blues, and reds.
I skim my lips across her hip.
“Does it hurt?”
She nods, “A little. It looks way worse than it feels.”
I put my lips back on her skin, traveling them across it slowly, mainly to see if she jumps or winces at any particular place. When I make it to her arm, I stand, kissing my way up it. It’s not until I get to her shoulder that she stiffens and makes a noise.
“Do you feel the need to kiss all my boo boos?” she jokes, “because I can show you what’s really begging to be kissed.”
My lips make it to hers, mostly in hopes that I can stop her from saying anything more. I’m on my last thread of restraint. Any more prompting, and it’ll snap completely.
Her hands push on my stomach, urging me to sit down on the bed.
“Can I try something?” she whispers against my lips.
I nod absently. I’m willing to give her anything right now.
Her left leg lifts and her knee lands next to my hip. Damn. She’s straddling my leg, and the wetness I feel from her pussy makes me groan in defeat. I help her carefully lift her right leg, positioning it on the other side of me.
“You okay, Blue?” I ask, placing my hands on her waist.
She nods. “I think it would be better if you lie down.”
Carefully and slowly, I lay back, and she follows, draping herself across me. Her hair is cold against my chest, but I kind of need cooling down.
She lifts up her hips and reaches down to grip my cock. One long, slow stroke from root to tip just about does me in.
“I need to feel you inside me, Dugger. Please.”
She lifts her head to look in my eyes, and I see it: pure need. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she guides me to where she wants.
“Tell me it’s okay.”
No sooner do I nod, and I’m inside her, sliding in one inch by sublime inch at a time. She retreats, and slides down a little further with each rock. I feel everything: the tightness of her pussy, the warmth inside her, the wetness slickening my cock, and it’s never felt like this. I’m swimming in bliss from the feel of her.
“God, Dugger,” she groans, “you feel so fucking good.”
She drives me just about out of my mind with the slow pace. If she weren’t injured, I’d take over, pounding inside her until she screamed. But that will have to wait for another day. I’m really enjoying this sweet torture.
My hands slide up her back where I know she has minimal marks, just feeling her skin under my palms as she works herself slowly to accept all of me. When her pussy squeezes me, gripping me so tight, I see stars; I feel those familiar tingles begin.
“Blue,” I breathe out, “I’m not going to last long.”
“Me neither, Dugger.”
Her pace speeds up, not too much, but enough. She rocks forward, and cries out my name again.
I need her to come now, so I hope this works.
“I love being inside you, Blue. I love the way your pussy clutches my cock.”
“Oh God, yes,” she hisses, throwing her head back.
I can’t control how my hips pitch forward, trying to hit her as deep as possible.
“Fucking come for me.”
And she does, gloriously, rhythmically squeezing me so tightly, it triggers my release. I hug her to me as I unleash everything inside her, groaning through it. Her orgasm seems to go on and on. In fact, it outlasts mine.
She collapses on my chest, trying to control her breathing. “Holy. Shit.”
I tilt my hips forward. “It’ll only get better.”
She lifts her head, smiling. “That was perfect for us right now.”
I raise my hand and move her hair behind her ear. “I need to get something to clean us up, Blue.”
She smiles, lifting her hips and rolling to the side of me.
“I guess it’s a little late to have the safety talk, huh?”
“I’ve never had sex without a condom, Blue, and the blood work from my required physical I had to take for my job proves I’m clean.” I lean down and kiss her before making my way to the bathroom. “And I haven’t had sex since January.”
“I haven’t had sex with anyone since April of last year, and I had several STI tests since then, all clean.”
After I turn on the sink so the water can warm up, I peek around the door frame, “April? That’s a year and a half ago.”
“Yeah, Walker and I were going through a dry spell. Well, at least I was. Apparently, he was going through his rock-climbing buddies. I guess it’s admirable that he wasn’t cheating on them with his wife behind their backs, huh?”
I quickly run a washcloth through the warm water, wring it out, and hurry back to her.
“You didn’t deserve that, Ember. He’s a fool for ever letting you go,” I sit on the bed, running my hand up her thigh, “but I’m not sorry he did.”
She smiles. “I’ve recently learned to appreciate his colossal dickishness.”
I hold up the washcloth. “Do you want to do it?”
She slides her legs open. “You can, if you want.”
God, yes, I want.
I take the washcloth and gently remove all traces of me from her, studying with each swipe. She obviously shaves or waxes, because her skin is bare except for a small triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair. I take a few more swipes than is absolutely necessary, trying to talk myself out of letting my tongue get acquainted with the most perfect pussy I’ve seen, probably because it belongs to the most perfect woman.
Aww, fuck it.
I lean in, licking from her opening to her clit, eliciting the most enticing moan I’ve ever heard. Circling my tongue around her clit once, I pull back and notice how what I cleaned just seconds ago is glistening again.
“Would you like your pussy eaten, Ember?” I say lowly.
“God, yes,” she breathes. “Please.”
“No need to beg, Blue. I’ll do it, but I want you to talk me through what you like.”
“I like your tongue on me.”
I run my tongue along her opening. “Here?” Then, I take a long lick up to her clit, stroking it with the tip of my tongue. “or here?”
“God, Dugger, just lick my clit, occasionally suck it into your mouth, and maybe give me a finger or two in my pussy.”
“Perfect, thank you.” I look her in the eye and stick my finger in my mouth. It’s not really necessary as I know she’s wet enough, but she seems to like the show. I push my finger in slowly, curling it upward. I watch as I retreat and push it in again.
“I want you to watch me eat you for the first time, Blue.” She likes the dirty talk. I feel her get wetter around my finger. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”
I proceed to my task, licking and sucking like a starving man, all the while, carefully fucking her with my finger. She begins to move her hips in time with my finger.
“Harder, Dugger.”
So I comply. It’s not long before I feel her tighten around my finger. I decide to prolong my playtime and slow down both my tongue and my finger.
“Dammit, Dugger, I was about to come.”
“You will, I’m just not full of you yet.”
Her hips circle, trying to speed things along.
“Don’t get greedy, Blue, or I’ll stop.” I suck
her clit into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it. “Let me play.”
She relaxes, so I get back to it, licking her like it’s my only purpose in life. She moans, groans, whimpers, and grunts, every sound sending a jolt to my cock, which is already hard as stone again.
“Dugger, let me come this time, please.”
I nod, upping my finger game, running my finger along the spot that I’ve found makes her groan the loudest. The tip of my tongue is working overtime on her clit, performing the tight little circles that got her close a minute ago.
Her pussy tightens and she stills for a second before she explodes into a ground-breaking orgasm, complete with guttural noises that I’m fairly certain aren’t human. All I can do is continue my ministrations and watch, thoroughly enjoying her enjoyment.
When she stops, I move up her body, pulling her to me gently.
“Did that happen? Or was I obliterated into a fine mist floating above the stratosphere so my soul was rocketed to heaven?”
I chuckle, kissing her forehead. “If your idea of heaven is being naked in my bed while I lick your pussy, I vote on not ever leaving and sending you to heaven as often as I can.”
“I second that. Motion passed, so now we nap, then I make good on my promise to lick what’s mine.”
Thirty One
Ember
Doug’s phone rings from his bedside, startling the both of us out of a very nice snooze.
“I’m not a fan of whoever that is,” I grump.
He kisses my forehead before reaching for the offensive technology.
“Yes, you are,” he says, pulling his phone to his ear. “Hey, Mabel.”
Wrong. Currently, right at this moment, I’m not a Mabel fan. Right now, that sweet, sweet woman deserves a punch to the ovary.
“She’s right here next to me,” he answers her. “Yeah, we were taking a nap.”
His arm tightens around me, and although the gesture is appreciated, he squeezes my ribs in just the wrong spot and makes me wince. He notices and lets go.
“She’s fine. A little banged up, but she’s not broken, I swear.” He looks at me and winks. “All her good parts work.”
I smile, but he furrows his brow.
“I’m not sure we can, Mabes. It depends on how Ember feels when she gets moving. She needs her rest.”
I pull myself out of his arms and stretch, testing my legs for soreness. Yeah, it’s there. My hip kind of aches but not too terribly, so I nod.
“She says she can make it. Do you need anything?” Her response makes him smile. “Alright, pushy woman. Give us about fifteen minutes before we leave and then we’ll be there shortly after.”
“I can’t do what I planned and get dressed in fifteen minutes, Dugger.”
“I want you better before we do anything else.” Kissing my forehead, he whispers, “I already feel like we pushed things earlier.”
Dammit. I smack his forearm. “You’re gonna make me wait again, aren’t you?”
He smiles. “We have all the time in the world, Blue.” Setting his phone down, he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “Mabel says she needs to see you with her own eyes to make sure you’re okay. Apparently, Beck went to see her this morning and told her you were injured.”
“Well, it was sweet of Beck to go see her, but damn his stupid big mouth.” I move carefully to the side of the bed to stand. “Damn, I don’t know if I have anything to wear that doesn’t go over my head.”
He follows me to my side of the bed, wrapping his arm around my waist and turning me toward him. His lips make it to my forehead, and we stand there, unmoving for a full minute. I close my eyes and nuzzle into him, clinging to him and relishing in his warmth, strength, with his arms and scent surrounding me. I feel happy. I feel cherished.
I feel peace.
“I always have you covered, Blue.”
~ ~ ~
“Get over here, Girly.”
I walk over to stand in front of Mabel, letting her look over me.
“I guess you don’t look that bad,” she grumbles, pointing to the purple, black, and green plaid button down Douglass gave me to wear, “even though you’re dressed like the incredible shrinking lumberjack.”
“Wow, thanks.”
“At least you finally had sex.”
“How the heck can you –”
“You don’t look well rested, though.”
“Well, after two airplane rides and sleeping on a bed barely big enough for me, let alone him and me…”
“What do you mean two airplane rides?” She looks to Douglass. “You ran, didn’t you?”
He shoves his hands in his back pockets, looks at his feet, and nods.
“Dammit, Boy, you’re an idiot. I ought to kick you in the balls. You probably went through that ‘I’m not worthy’ bullshit, too.”
“That’s why I chased after him, to tell him I get to choose who’s worthy of me.”
“You’re damn right, girly.” She smirks. “Let me let you both in on a little secret. It’s good to feel a little like you don’t deserve the other. It makes you work hard to be a better person and to not take the other for granted, and it means that the other person is doing their part to do the same. But you both are worthy of all the happiness and love you can get from each other.” She holds her hands out to us, and we each take one of her hands. “I’ve never known two people worthier.”
At the same time, we raise her hands to our mouths to kiss them and give each other a private smile.
“Now, we need to talk about the last thing on my bucket list,” she announces.
Shit. Looks like I’ll have to admit I have no idea what she’s talking about, or can I fake it? Maybe I can play it off, go along with what she’s saying and eventually, she’ll clue me in.
“When do you want to do it?”
“Well, I want it now, but this’ll take some planning. We could probably do it sometime around Thanksgiving, but we can’t wait any longer because I don’t wanna kick it before we can get it done.”
“What are you needing to plan, Mabes?” Doug asks. Thank goodness he’s rightfully clueless, since he never got a gander at this list.
“Girly didn’t tell you? Well, I guess I’ll forgive her, since you two have been busy with stalking kidnappers for the past few days, but since she did agree to it, I’ll let her tell you.” She stands, walking over to her closet. “Now, with my new meds, I haven’t had a spell since Thursday, so if they keep up the good work, I might be able to fly. But I’m not opposed to a road trip.”
Road trip? Fly? Oh, I really need to look at that list.
Once she opens the door, she motions Doug over to her.
“I want you to have these, Ember.”
Douglass emerges from the closet and hands me several beautiful handmade quilts.
“These were made by the women in my family. We used to have quilting parties when my momma was still alive. I hoped to have a daughter to pass them on to, but my Stanley and I were only blessed with Robert, and he has no use for them.”
“But Mabel, don’t you want them to stay in your family?”
“Jeez, girly. You’re as hard headed as the boy.” She takes my hand. “This is me, welcoming you to my family.”
Oh hell, here come the tears.
“Thank you, Mabel,” I choke out, trying not to sob.
“Yep, you’re as bad as he is,” she says, patting my cheek. “He cried, too, when I said the same thing to him. Bunch of wussies.”
Giggling, I hug her quickly.
“Miss Mabel,” a cute older man says from the doorway, “I’m here to see if I can escort you to dinner.”
She leans in and whispers, “He has all his teeth and a cute butt, too.”
We’re abandoned in her room. Those old legs can really move when she’s getting her flirt on.
We shout our goodbyes to her back quickly, and she waves us off over her shoulder. When we’re on our way out the door, Douglass asks, “Just what is the last item
on her list?”
I shrug. “Honestly, babe, I never made it down that far, so I have no clue.”
He smiles over the pile of quilts. “And with Mabel, you know it’ll be outrageous.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
While he loads the quilts in the trunk, I dig through my purse, looking for that list and realizing I really should clean it out more often. I do find my phone and notice I haven’t turned it back on since we landed, so I do that quickly and resume the hunt for the paper in question.
Of course it’ll be the last piece of paper I pull out of my purse. That’s just always my fucking luck.
“Aha, here it is. Strippers, tattoo, arrested… oh fuck.”
My heart starts to beat quickly out of my chest as the driver’s side door opens. She can’t ask me to do this. I promised myself…
Douglass sits in the seat and pulls his door closed. “What is it, Blue?”
I kinda don’t want to tell him like this. I thought when the time came, we’d have a very adult discussion about the future and I’d break it to him gently. But this? This is madness.
I’m going to have a flippin heart attack in the parking lot and be the youngest recipient of CPR of this retirement village. I wonder if I’ll get a certificate or a plaque on the wall with my picture on it.
“Ember,” Douglass says sharply.
I look his direction, probably looking like an idiot while performing the Lamaze breathing I learned in my training for the class I gave five years ago to make some extra money. I mean, why not try it? Nothing else is working. I hand him the list, and then try to figure out how I can get my knees up around my ears. Maybe simulating pushing will help.
“I can’t marry you, Douglass,” I say between pants. “I suspected she’d want just a trip to Vegas, but I didn’t know she’d want that. We’ve been together exactly nineteen hours, and I don’t care how sweet that woman is and how much we love her. I don’t want to ever get married again.”
He sits, expressionless, staring at the list.
“I mean, we haven’t even used the ‘L’ word yet, and I’m pretty sure we’re headed in that direction, but it’s too early to know for certain. And I’ve been married, and it was a colossal failure. I don’t want to fail with you. I just want to be with you. So far, I’m thinking you’re a forever guy, but again, it’s just too fucking soon to be making those kinds of declarations. I know I like you, like more than a friend like you, like a real whole lot like you, and you make me feel things I’ve never felt before, but until I can sort those out and admit them to myself and then to you, I can’t declare them in front of an Elvis impersonator and our families.” I run my hand over my face. “What is she thinking?”
