by Fox, Nicky
It begins with light touches. Her hand in mine while I drag my fingers along the inside of her arm. She squeezes my hand tighter. Maggie likes my touch. Her hand rests on my thigh and she caresses me there. Slowly, it rises as each minute passes by. I nuzzle her with my nose in the curve of her neck. When she turns her head, we kiss softly. Soon, we’re not even watching the movie and we’re completely intertwined. One hand is on the back of her head, leading the kiss, while my other is grabbing her ass, grinding her into me.
Maggie’s hands all are over me, in my hair and on my chest, and then one frisky hand roams down to my cock, causing me to gasp. “Shit.” My control is slipping. She moans my name. “Fuck, Maggie.” I’m about to break and give this woman whatever she wants.
“I want you,” she gasps as she pants over me. That’s it. I have this incredible woman in my bed, smelling like apricots and horniness, and she’s begging for my dick. I can’t deny her any longer. I’m going to show her exactly how I feel about her with my body. I’ve been holding out on her, but maybe I just need to show her what’s between us.
My hand grazes over one breast and I rub her nipple through her white cotton shirt. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as my mouth descends down her neck and in between her breasts. My hands reach the end of her shirt and I tug up. Maggie raises her arms and helps me remove her shirt. It reveals a pretty bra in a light shade of pink. I cup each breast and kiss on the top of her ample cleavage. Her bra suddenly falls away. She must have unclasped it before I could get to it. I smile at her eagerness.
Her hands cup my jaw and she brings me back down to the bed with her. Maggie’s mouth smashes against mine, and I slow down the kiss to pull off my black t-shirt. I need to feel those gorgeous breasts against my chest. She moans when we make contact and I can feel the hard peaks of her nipples rubbing against me. It feels so damn good. She feels like she smells and tastes—heaven.
Next, I pin her hands above her head, trying to get her to slow down and savor the moment. I’m taking my time with her sexy body. Trailing kisses down to the valley between her breasts, I finally take one nipple in my mouth. Her head falls back and she groans. I watch her writhe underneath me as I tease her nipples. When I feel she can hardly stand any more, I retreat to remove her black pants. Grabbing each side, I pull them slowly down her legs.
“Mick,” she begs. Continuing my slow assault of her body, I ignore her plea. She needs to be worshipped properly.
The way she matches her panties to her bra, both in pale pink, makes me smile. There’s already a little wet spot on the front of her panties. Mmm. “You wet for me, cupcake?”
I kiss the wetness over her panties, her sweet scent overtaking me, and she squirms. Quickly shucking her panties aside, I take in the beautiful view of a naked Maggie on my bed before me. I have to pause for a moment to appreciate her form and soft dips, wide hips, voluptuous breasts, and soft pink-tipped nipples. Not knowing where to start first, I kiss the knee bent in front of me. Maggie’s legs widen and then I see her pink and wet pussy begging to be touched and tasted.
I’ve seen Maggie’s pussy before but it was in the dark hallway of her apartment. Now, I have a perfectly lit view and I’m drooling. The scent of apricots wafts over me and I can’t help but trail kisses down her legs to her center that’s begging for my attention. Her hands immediately go to my head and comb through my hair. When my mouth reaches her pussy, Maggie’s hips shoot off the bed.
“Sensitive?” I ask with a smirk and give her core a wet kiss.
Maggie settles back into the bed and enjoys the ride I’m giving her with my tongue. My mouth sucks on her clit and then my tongue comes in and massages it softly. One of her hands moves from my head to her neck as her eyes roll back. Then, I shove my tongue between her folds and her hips sway as she grinds against my face. I love it when she moves against me. My hands hold onto her hips as she chases her orgasm. When I suck on her clit again, she shatters beneath my mouth.
“Oh god, Mick!” Chest rising and falling quickly, she comes down from her high, and looks at me and smiles. “Hey.”
I return her smile. “Welcome back,” I say.
Maggie laughs and shoves at my chest. Her hands reach for my belt. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
She’s right. I move off the bed after she unlatches my belt and then I do the rest. Pushing my jeans down to the floor, I hear Maggie gasp. Yeah. I don’t like wearing boxers unless I’m on duty and wearing a gun. Don’t want any mishaps. Otherwise, I like my big boy to breathe. I stand there proudly as Maggie gazes longingly at my cock.
“Wow.” She finally looks up to my face. “You have been holding out on me. Come here.”
This woman. Her words cause my already beet-red and hard dick to harden even more.
Standing next to the bed, Maggie holds my dick in her hands and then nuzzles it against her face. She’s fucking nuzzling my cock, like it’s a damn kitten or something. I’ve never seen a woman do that. Worship me. Want me so much that I can’t help but feel appreciated and proud. When she kisses the tip, I have to bite on my knuckle. Her red lips on my cock look obscenely hot and I can’t help the precum that leaks out. She hums around my cock and I have to take a step back for a breather. Shit. I’m going to shoot my load if she keeps batting those eyes at me while her lush lips do nasty things to my stick.
“You okay?” Maggie sits naked on my bed and it takes everything in me not to push her down, spread her legs, plunge into her, and go to town on that pink little pussy. Taking a deep breath, I join her on the bed and reach for a condom out of my dresser. I watch her as I roll it on. She’s biting her lip and wiggling her sweet ass as if she could beckon my cock into her center with her motions. I rub my dick in her juices and between her folds. She moans, urging me on.
“Are you ready for this cock, cupcake?” I watch my dick stroke against her pussy. So damn hot.
“Yes.” Maggie is watching my dick between her thighs as well, getting just as turned on, if the juices running down her backside are any indication. I don’t make my goddess wait much longer. As I ease the head in slowly, Maggie sucks in a breath and holds it as my length penetrates her from root to tip.
“Fuck!” I shout. She’s so damn tight and feels so damn good. I grip on to her hip so I’m not tempted to withdraw and thrust into her again. Maggie finally takes another breath and I watch her cues to let me know when she’s ready for me to continue. When her hips begin to rotate, I withdraw and slide back in. Shit. I’m nearly blacking out from the exquisite sensation of her wrapped around me. I find myself needing to take a breather just to get my bearings.
Maggie gives me a moment and when I open my eyes to really see her, I see how vulnerable she looks right now in the intimacy of this moment. Eyes filled with emotion take me in, begging me to love her. I slowly pull out and then pump back in, enjoying the feel of her. Leaning over her, I brace myself with my arms, giving her room to move. Her hands go to my back as her pelvis rises against mine. I kiss her as I slowly pump in out of out of her.
“Feels so damn good,” I mumble against her lips.
She moans before her hands grip my ass and push me into her deeper. One thing’s for sure, Maggie lets me know what she wants and how she wants it. But I’m still taking this slow. I’m not just having hot sex; I’m making love to her. My woman. My Maggie. “It feels so good.” Her eyes water as I look down at her.
“Are you crying?” I stop. Maggie astonishes me again and slaps me hard on the ass.
“No. Don’t stop!” she cries out. Our bodies slapping and the sound of wetness filter through the room. As I continue pumping into her at a steady pace, she moans loudly. Her gasps and moans drive me wild, but I keep it slow and kiss her, relishing this moment. I want her to feel what this is, know that this isn’t some quick fuck. This is so much more than hot sex. This is making love to her man, whether she realizes both of these truths or not.
Her hands begin to tremble against the skin of my back, her pu
ssy tightening around my cock as she’s about to come. “Oh!” Maggie shouts.
Fuck. I groan as her pussy clamps down on my dick like a vice. That tight grip on my cock has me soon pumping out my own release, and I groan as I explode into her clenching pussy. I pant above her until I’m able to finally move and roll over to the side. A sheen of sweat covers my chest and I’m sure my hair is rumpled from her hands, but I’ve never been happier. I grip her hip next to me and peek at Maggie, who is heavily breathing too as she looks at me with awe. Removing the condom, I throw it in the trash next to my bed. I could die a happy man right now.
“Holy hell.” Maggie sighs. “That was . . . wow.” She cups her pussy with her hand and giggles. “It feels so good. You felt so good. Thanks.”
Huh. I’ve never had a woman thank me after sex. This is all new to me. I chuckle at Maggie’s unorthodox reaction. She never ceases to shock me with her comments. I love everything that comes out of her mouth. The credits are rolling on the movie and I snuggle closer to my naked woman in my bed.
13
Maggie
No guy has ever gone slow and savored me like that. And his amazing cock . . . I can’t even . . . I don’t even have words. While Mick felt so hard, his motions were smooth and sure. The emotions from this guy made me cry mid-fuck. I couldn’t believe I was tearing up at how good it was. How good he was. I needed that. I needed him. So much more than coffee and donuts.
He’s still gloriously naked as I watch him sleep next to me. I thought he looked good in a uniform, but damn. He looks even better in the flesh. His big and thick cock pushing to get inside me. I sigh as I remember his face when he came, a look of part-pleasure and part-pain. That pierce-my-girly-parts look of him coming may be ingrained into my mind for all eternity. Damn, so sexy.
I grab the sheet and wrap it around us. This would be normally the time I would cut out and leave, but I can’t even bring myself to pull away. His mouth pouts while he sleeps and it’s so adorable. It makes me want to kiss those lips. I don’t dare wake him though. It would ruin this time I have to look at his face and get my fill. Mick’s arm comes around and grabs my waist. He pulls me against him. I can’t believe he reaches for me in his sleep. My cheeks redden at that sweet act and then I feel his hard cock against my ass. I snuggle into his warmth and soon fall into a sleep, full of images of him smiling at me like I’m his world.
Waking up before him, I get dressed quickly since I need to be at the salon this morning. Barret is opening but I have an early appointment. My Uber should pick me up soon. Mick wakes up just as I pull on my last bit of clothing. His face pouts when he realizes I’m not in bed. Then, his eyes land on me. Gosh, he looks so adorable when he first wakes up. Mick is rocking the bed head and his eyes are sleepy. I just want to get back into bed with him.
“Where are you going?” Damn. That deep timbre of his voice makes me shiver.
“I gotta go to the salon.” I smile. I can’t help it when I look at him naked in his bed.
He smiles brightly as if he’s remembering what we did last night. He clears his throat and I see him grab his dick through the sheets. Morning wood, it’s a glorious thing. I wish I could stay and ride that until the cows come home, but I just can’t. I get the feeling he’s trying to tease me with it, and it’s almost working.
“Okay.” He pulls the sheet off and his sexy, naked body is on display for me. I watch as he rummages through his dresser and grabs a pair of boxers patterned with little handcuffs. I see him smirking as he pulls them on. Jerk. I laugh and kick a box under his bed with my foot. I pick it up and notice it’s full of Star Trek: The Next Generation figures. I can tell because I’ve watched the show. This is too good.
“What’s this?” I ask, shaking the box in my hands. I can’t help my snickering.
“Hey.” He reaches out and before he can grab it, I pull it away from his grasp, giggling.
“Are you a Trekkie?”
His cheeks turn red and he quickly grabs the box from my hands and shoves it back under the bed.
“Maybe,” he mumbles. I feel bad for teasing him.
“I am too,” I confess. Mick peeks up at me then and smiles.
“I knew it. I thought you might be.” He can hardly contain his excitement. Wow. He is a die-hard Trekkie. I like the show and all, but I have a feeling his love goes deeper than that. I wonder if he likes Deanna Troi, like most guys? I decide not to broach that subject since he still feels a little embarrassed. I exit his room and he follows me after getting dressed.
Travis is sitting in the living room on the couch with a laptop on his lap. “Hey.” He waves.
I blush because he probably knows what we did last night now. Mick grabs me by my waist and kisses the back of my head.
“Hi, Travis,” I say, ducking my head.
“I’m taking you out on a special date this weekend, Saturday.” I turn around to look at Mick. “I have to work the late shift for the next two nights. I’ll keep an eye on your salon but I won’t be able to follow you home. So be careful, okay?”
I nod. The feeling of disappointment creeps in. It’s been nice seeing Mick every night after work. I didn’t realize how much I looked forward to it and how much I’ve been relying on him. This is not good. Maybe this space away will be good. I need to get my head on straight. I’m wondering, since we had sex, if Mick thinks I’m his girlfriend now. I’m sure he does, regardless what I think. For some reason, that makes me happy.
Mick walks me to the door and captures my lips with his, even though I tell him I didn’t brush my teeth. He doesn’t seem to care. Still holding me in the doorway, he finally releases me when my Uber arrives.
“I gotta go.” He nods and holds my hand until I’m too far away to keep it. I smile back at him and then get in the car. Mick waves as I pull away from the curb. A sinking feeling grips me and I can’t get my head wrapped around it. I look back just in time to see him go through his front door. What is this? I don’t understand why I’m feeling this way. I take a deep breath and decide to talk it over with Barret when I reach the salon.
After I’ve hit up my apartment, taken a shower, and gotten dressed for the day, I bring in two cups of hot coffee to the salon. Barret’s eyes light up when he sees the steaming cup in my hand.
“You’re my savior.” I shrug and take the compliment. “Oh, my God. You finally rode that hot cop cock, didn’t you?”
“Shhh!” I wave my hands and point to Mrs. Waters in the back waiting to get her hair shampooed.
He waves his hand in front of him, like it’s nothing. “Oh, honey. You know she can’t hear anything even with her hearing aid.” He grabs the drink out of my hand. “This is not over. I need deets!”
He points at me and sways to the rear of the salon to work on Mrs. Waters’ hair. I roll my eyes and get settled in for my client. It isn’t until an hour later I’m able to talk to Barret about my date with Mick at his place.
“He has a to-die-for cock, Barret. Literally. To. Die. For. Like . . . no words,” I whisper. He slaps my shoulder.
“I knew it. Sometimes you can just tell by the way a man walks. Ya know? Like, he has that swagger because he’s got a big dick between those legs.” Barret’s eyes take a faraway look.
“You have a bit of drool there.” I motion to his mouth. He swipes away my hands and gives me an incredulous look.
“I didn’t tell you one thing.” I hesitate. Barret sits there in the chair next to the register as I lean against the counter. He leans and motions with his hand for me to continue. “It wasn’t just hot sex. I think he made love to me.”
I squint, awaiting Barret’s reaction. He doesn’t disappoint. Barret bounds over to me and gives me a big bear hug.
“Girl, you hit the jackpot. Not only is he a hot cop, he makes sweet love to you and you come like a freight train. I’m so envious but so happy for you.” Barret pulls me from our hug to look at me. I can’t share in his joy. I’m scared shitless.
I don’t do re
lationships with guys. Why bother? I don’t plan on ever getting married. I don’t want children. There’s just no point in being a guy’s girlfriend if there’s no future. I just can’t get the words out when I’m with him. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before and I don’t want to let go this time. Mick gives me hope for something more. Courage to find my wings and fly. I just don’t know if I can grab onto my wings just yet. What if I do and I fall on my face, leaving me more damaged than before? He could grow to resent me. Guys like him want marriage, kids, and the whole white picket fence. I don’t know what to do.
“Get out of your head and let yourself enjoy this.” Barret looks over my face and can tell I’m struggling with the possible relationship thing. It’s not that easy. I give him a tight smile and we carry on about our day. Mick is never far from my thoughts. I might need these two days away to sort things out.
It’s a long crawl to Saturday when Mick picks me up at my apartment in the afternoon. He’s dressed a little differently than usual. It looks like we’re going to work out at the gym or something. That makes me apprehensive. Is he one of those guys who thinks I need to lose a little weight, and if I’d just work out, then I’d be perfect? I’m happy with my body. Although, I do appreciate his body in those black basketball shorts and sleeveless shirt. Damn, that sexy beast has guns, whether he’s on duty or off. Those defined, all-muscular arms are so sexy. I just want to lick all over them.
“Are you ready?” Glancing at my dress first, I then give him a questioning look. “You might want to change into something you can do some exercise in.”
I give him a tight smile and then turn on my heel to my room, trying not to stomp off. I huff on my bed and kick my heels off. Is he serious? Are we working out? I’m trying to give him the benefit of the doubt because he’s never said anything unflattering or mean about my body. If anything, he tells me how much he likes it, or rather, shows me how much he wants it.
