by Remi Grey
I knock on Haley's door, knowing full well what could be awaiting me on the other side; I take my chances and knock again. I don't want to scare her if this is all a false alarm, so I come up with a quick plan to explain why I've come to visit.
I'm coming up here just to check on her, to make sure that she wasn't hurt by my rejection and taking it the wrong way.
Yes, that's it, that's a perfect cover-up. She opened the door, revealing herself dressed in a lot less than what she was when she left me.
Damn, I can tell that she's willing, it's pouring off of her like water.
Just check on her Darren and go back down the stairs.
"Hey, did you forget something?”
"You,” I answered before I realized how that must sound. “I mean, I thought I heard a noise, and I came to check on you."
"Stand down officer, I'm perfectly fine." She smiled seductively, her golden hair hung loosely over her exposed shoulder.
That was all that I could take.
"Fuck it!"
I pushed open the door, throwing my weapon and handcuffs to the floor, grabbing her, wrapping her in my arms, and pinning her against the wall.
We kiss. The kind of kiss where you don't know where you want to put your hands first. It was deep and full of hunger; I couldn't stop even if I wanted to.
"Wait," Haley breathed, halting me mid-kiss. "You don't have to just because I want you to."
"Shut up," I order, grabbing Haley by her waist, lifting her high enough so that I can wrap her legs around my waist. The more excited we both become, the deeper my fingers begin to dig into her thighs.
Her mouth feels fantastic against mine, soft, warm, and incredibly alluring. The heat coming off both of our bodies so close together is fuel for the fire burning between us.
"I need you naked," I whisper against her mouth, giving her a little tease of the tongue. "I want to see you before I taste you."
Letting her down easy first, I drop down to my knees, making light work of her underwear ripping it to shreds before standing to my feet.
"Lift up your arms. I need this off as soon as possible," I said, pulling her nightshirt over her head, unveiling her deliciously bare skin. I had to touch.
"When was the last time you were touched, the right way?” I asked, pinning her lightly upright against the wall.
"It's been a while," she panted her naked chest heaving.
Music to my ears.
"Tonight, that ends," I say, kissing her supple lips then moving to her neck.
"I'm afraid I'm a little out of practice," she admits shyly as the flush from her cheeks travels slowly down to her naked breast.
"You're beautiful," I say, looking into her eyes.
"Thank you."
"I want you to listen to me when I say this to you, are you listening?” I asked.
"Yes."
"Tonight, is about me giving you the pleasure that you deserve. I'm going to take my time exploring every inch of you with the sole purpose of making you come over and over again." Her breathing became fast and erratic. I could see that what I said aroused her even the more.
"Does that excite you?" I ask, running my lips across her collarbone, leaving tender kisses along the way.
"Yes, it does Ginger, it excites me very much."
"Tell me how much and I'll show you how much you excite me," I say, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking it just enough for her to feel it.
"Fuck Ginger, aah," she moaned, arching her back. I couldn't help but suck harder, pulling her into me. I was hard as a rock, and I knew that she could feel my dick digging into her leg. I need to control myself long enough to satisfy her.
"Don't worry, Snappy, I'm going to take good care of you." Wrapping my arms around her to lift her once more, I lay her gently onto the bed, kissing her body slowly until I reach my destination.
"You are a true blond," I smile, blowing gently on her sensitive flesh once, twice and then a third time. She shivers.
"Please, Ginger, don’t make me wait.” She begged body open and ready beneath me.
"Shhh," I say, lifting my face up from in between her thighs, putting my finger up to her mouth, hushing her. "You can relax with me, it's just us, and nobody has to know but us." Her whole body exhaled as she gave in to me, allowing her body to let go and accept the pleasure that it was about to receive.
"That a girl,” I say, my face returning to its previous destination, concentrating fully on what was in front of me. With both my hands, I part her slender legs, slightly running my fingertips like feathers up and down her inner thighs, taking my time in the seduction. She was so wet already, and all I did was breathe on her.
"Oh my, Haley, you have no idea what seeing you like this is doing to me."
"Show me," she panted. That was all the direction that I needed. I've always been a man who you've never had to tell something twice.
"Well then, Ms. Snappy, I guess you're under arrest, assume the position and spread um.” Just then, I remembered that I brought my handcuffs up with me, not knowing then that it would come to such good use.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes." She answered, her voice laced with anticipation.
"Give me your hands." She did so without hesitation. I cuffed her wrists together through the rod iron curves of the old headboard behind the bed.
"Okay?" I check, making sure she was comfortable. I know my cuffs can bite. She nods, giving me the green light to move forward.
"Spread for me," I order with a devilish grin.
I do love a natural blond, especially down there. I let my fingers do the work guiding me, helping me to learn her body, giving me invaluable clues about what she likes most. It doesn't take long before she starts to moan.
"That's it, Haley, come for me, and we'll count this as one of many more to come, baby."
"Oh, I'm going to come. I'm going to come right now," she hollered, throwing her head back. Her muscles were squeezing tightly around my fingers, moving inside her.
It's so erotic hovering over her, handcuffed and bound watching her face as she orgasms. I want more, much more, and I won't rest until I get.
"Give it to me again, Snappy," I order, putting my mouth on her clitoris, flicking it in circular motions. She comes again even harder than the last time. I taste her wet swollen lips enjoying the aftershock of her reaching her peak.
"Please remove the handcuffs, I want to touch you," she called out to me pulling on her restraints.
I removed the cuffs from her wrist, taking extra special care, rubbing them, and kissing them, letting her know that I care.
"I'm all yours Snappy, do with me as you will." I surrendered to her happily. I surrendered to my heart. She bends forward, meeting me with soft, delicate kisses making me fall even harder. This is not just about sex, it's more, so much more. I know that she's literally a woman scorn, but I don't care she can change, I can change, and together we can change. She grabs my hard dick pulling me towards her massaging my shaft with her palm.
"Now it's my turn to taste you," she grins, pushing me down onto the bed and climbing on top of me and taking me into her mouth. It's a feeling I haven't felt in such a long time. An aching runs through me, changing my original course of action. Waiting to be inside her was no longer an option me, I had to have her right here and right now. She sucked me from root to tip, experiencing every part of me that shows physical evidence of male arousal.
Haley and I worshiped each other's bodies from head to toe. It was indescribable and almost primal how our bodies responded to one another. It was like we'd known each other sexually for more than just one night.
"Fuck me," she urged, mounting me quickly.
"Hold on a minute." I moved from underneath her, reaching into the small nightstand next to the bed to retrieve a condom. It finally paid off letting my best friend borrow my cabin for hookups, thank you, Paul.
I rip the package open, rolling on its contents. I can't get it on
fast enough, and my hands are literally shaking. Lifting her back on top of me, she holds me in her hands, guiding me into her slow. Sweet Jesus, her grip around me, is like a vice.
"You're so tight, ahh, you feel so good that I can't even breathe," I said, feeling a little lightheaded probably because of all the heat we've created in the room and it being summer.
"Fill me up, Ginger. I want you to make me come again, and then I'm going to ride you until you come all over me."
Her sensual words cause me to move deeper inside of her. We together create a rhythm that can only be created by two people who equally crave passion from one another.
I feel like I'm drowning but in a good way. I'm so wrapped up in her response to me and my overwhelming response to her. I knew it from the very beginning. I never want to come down from this high.
"I'm going to come again, fuck me harder," she screamed, running her hands through my hair, kissing me as her life depended on it.
The way she looked deep into my eyes as she climaxed once more almost brought me to tears, it was like her soul had finally been allowed to release. I had done that for her, I gave her that release something that she's been deprived of for far too long.
Chapter 6
Haley
He made love to me in ways that I've never been made love to before. He comforted me, pampered me putting my needs first before his own. I needed that. I needed that connection from another human being. He protected my heart as well as my body and held it close without fear of emotional connection and vulnerability.
He's a breath of fresh air, and I can't get enough. The feeling of him moving inside of me alone was almost strong enough to cause my immediate orgasm.
He knows what he's doing when it comes to pleasing a woman. I would have never imagined that a man like him would be interested in a woman like me, but together we make music.
"You feel so good, Haley," Darren said, grabbing my hips, stabilizing me while I rode him.
He was so deep that I could feel him all over my body, claiming me as his own. With him, I finally feel beautiful. Not because he told me so in the throws of passion but because he showed me how much he wanted me in his eyes.
The way he stared at me after he got the first glimpse of my naked body in front of him. I absorbed his desire for me and let it spill over me. He’s the best lover I’ve ever had.
"I'm almost there, Ginger, come with me," I call to him, grinding harder so that he can really feel me. I'm extremely wet and about to explode right there on top of him, but before I can, he grabs me and lays me down onto my back with my legs and knees onto his shoulders.
He grinds and slams into me, holding the tops of my thighs, bringing forward so that I can feel his every thrust.
"Oh, fuck Darren, fuck me, fuck me, ahh I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum." It's like an outer body experience; I begin to shake and shutter through every breath. I've lost complete control over my limbs. My muscles inside and outside of me tighten, I'm feeling wonderful.
"Haley, Haley, shit, oh shit, I'm coming," he grunted through his final strokes.
I liked it; I liked how my body could give this man passion again, something he completely deserves. Something I enjoyed giving to him.
We'd been at it for hours, so the both of us lay there completely spent holding each other covered in mutual sweat. My ex-husband never lay with me after we finished making love, he would always get his and jump right into the shower and wrap himself up on the other side of the bed.
He never held me or really touched me other than what he wanted to touch to get himself off. In the beginning, he was a tiny bit more loving with me, but I always felt that sex with him was more clinical than sexual.
Sometimes I even felt dirty afterward, but with Ginger, I felt alive for the very first time. It was the middle of the night by the time we were finally rested enough to speak in coherent sentences.
We both had a lot of pent up sexual energy that had been hiding inside of us for far too long. We probably could have gone another round or two, but the police would have to come and identify both of our bodies if we did.
Death by orgasm, not a bad way to go if you ask me.
"That was amazing," Darren called from beneath me barely audible.
"It was, wasn't it?" I thought recalling the number of times he made me come.
"You're an amazing woman, Ms. Haley," he smiled, pulling me onto his chest and rubbing my disheveled hair from my face.
"Back at you, Ginger."
"I love natural blonds," he admitted caressing my hair gently. "And your hair smell's so damn good." I chuckle to myself, thinking that I was almost about to go red this month. Thank God I didn't, or he may not have even had a second thought about me.
"And I love red-headed men, it's kind of a huge turn on for me," I smirk against his chest, kissing the nipple closest to my mouth and running my hands through his fine ginger-colored chest hairs.
"Well, aren't we just a match made in heaven," Darren joked passing the time.
Shortly after admitting our mutual admiration and some quick laughs about the afterglow of great sex that we just had, we both fell asleep in each other’s arms until morning.
It couldn't have been that long after the sun came up before I hear Darren’s cell phone ringing off the hook downstairs.
"What time is it?" I ask Darren, totally groggy.
"Let me check," he answers, kissing my forehead, getting out of bed, headed towards the door.
Damn, that man has one fine ass on him, and he's well hung. The gods are finally smiling upon me with this one.
"Are you checking me out, Snappy?" he teases playfully.
"Damn right I am."
"Well, enjoy the view, I'm going to see who was calling me."
I love how he doesn't even bother to cover himself up to go downstairs, his sexuality flopping against his leg. The sight of him got me excited for round five or was it six.
Darren came barreling back up the stairs bursting through the door completely dressed. He looked strained but focused as he retrieved his gun and handcuffs from the nightstand.
"Get dressed. We have to go now."
"What's going on?" I ask, freaked out by Darren's reaction.
"Kevin got out on bail yesterday," he says, watching me like a hawk.
Oh shit, this is serious.
"And?" I inquire. "What else?"
"The police and the feds think that he still has a hit out on you. As a matter of fact, they know he does."
Oh, God.
"Kevin been under secure surveillance since he was released, but he managed to fool everyone, and he’s disappeared without a trace.”
"No one knows about this place, we’re safe, right?” I interrogate him looking for reassurance in his eyes.
"My informant on the inside overheard the cops talking about how Kevin's hired assassin found out our whereabouts, and he's headed this way armed and dangerous."
"Do you have a plan?" I ask both nervous and scared to hear the answer.
"Don't worry, I always have a plan, Snappy. No one will ever hurt you on my watch."
"Thank you ginger."
"Don't thank me yet. Let's get you out of here first so you can put that asshole and his family behind bars," he said, cocking his gun then putting it in the back of his pants.
"You're a damn fine-looking man officer Darren Phillips, I think I like you," I flirt moving in for a long kiss.
Once that is settled, we grab just enough to travel with and head out the front door towards the gate. Darren was sharp and alert in his movements, keeping me behind him in protecting me from harm. Then everything goes silent. It feels like I'm in a dream.
So much has changed in my life all over the course of a few weeks. I would have never thought I would be here escaping from my psychotic ex-husband's hitman running for my life.
"Stop." He says, stretching his arm out in front of me.
"What's wrong," I whisper.
"Shhh,
quiet," he said, standing completely still with his service weapon drawn.
Then I hear a gunshot, it hits the tree right next to us.
"Get down," Darren yells, firing back at the invisible gunman. I can barely make out where he could be hiding, but I'm sure it had to be coming from the brush in front of us.
"Stay close to me," he orders. "We're like sitting ducks in the open like this. We've got to make a run for the garden. I have equipment and a better gun there that will help us to flesh out the shooter."
