by S. K. Lessly
Paul paused and considered me, a hopeful look glistening in his eyes. He rubbed at the back of his neck before continuing. “Listen, I know this whole thing between us is crazy. But I really do like you. I mean, I really like you” He chuckled awkwardly. “And I don’t want you to feel like I took advantage of you the other night. It’s killing me how you left and I just don’t want to mess up our friendship.”
I was floored yet again by this man. Here I was thinking I was the home wrecking whore and all this time he was blaming himself. Not to mention the lengths he went to save his marriage. For him to admit that his marital problems began way before I came on the picture made me relieved as well as sad. I was relieved that I didn’t wreck his home. But sad that his home was wrecked none the less.
I had to give it to them though. They deserved an academy award for best dramatic actress and actor. Ever since I met them, I thought they were this loving couple. They were always cuddled up on the couch, Paul whispering sweet nothings in her ear, Sabrina eating it up. To know their relationship was a lie has me messed up.
But he was right about one thing, we shouldn’t mess up this friendship with sex. Having Paul in my life meant a lot to me. With that in mind, I imparted my wisdom to him.
“Look, can we agree that, although we had an amazing night…”
“Incredible,” he added and I couldn’t help the smile that spread along my face.
“Really?” I prodded softly, my smile broadening.
He smiled back, fire blazing in his eyes. “Absolutely.”
I stared at him then shook my head, almost getting lost in the warmth radiating from him.
“Okay, we both had a great time. But can we agree that we shouldn’t do it again? We have so much baggage between us that it would be crazy to add something like sex in the mix, right?”
He nodded his head. “I agree completely. Why don’t we continue being good, no great friends? I think we are both mature enough to handle being in the same room and not go crazy, right?”
I stood. “Yes, I agree. Whew, I’m glad you feel the same way as I do, because I’ve really missed having you around.”
His smile grew softer. “I’ve missed being around. So, are we good?”
I nodded. “We’re good.”
Without thinking, I stepped in between his legs and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tight. I felt like we could handle hugging this thing out and so did he, I assumed since his arms went around my waist keeping me in place. However, even though our intentions were good, we were both so very wrong.
The warmth of his arms, the feeling of his body against mine had me melting into him naturally. It felt so good to be in his arms again. It was as if I was made to be there. As if I belonged there. No, no, no. We were just friends. We were just… I buried my face in his neck and inhaled slowly. Oh, he smells good, so freaking good.
When I pulled back from him, our lips lightly brushed against each other’s cheek, our lips way too close to each other’s mouths. We rested our foreheads together as his hands caressed my back, my sides, sending goosebumps everywhere along my skin. I whispered his name, my heart beating rapidly. His lips softly brushed against mine, tentatively at first, then I had to go and moan into his mouth.
Gah, I’m so weak.
Our timid kiss immediately went to another level as Paul’s hands fell straight to my ass. He slipped his hands underneath my cotton shorts and squeezed my bare ass… hard. I yelped in surprise, my core instantly awakened and yearning. Paul groaned against my lips, caged my face between both his hands and deepened our kiss, driving me in-freaking-sane.
If I hadn’t said it before, please allow me to say it now, this man’s lips are amazing. The way he yields them, how softly he kisses and yet devours me at the same time, makes my body tingle all over. He has a way of controlling his tongue, sweeping and swirling with mine, demanding submission and filling me at that same time. Never in my twenty something years of existence has anyone kissed me like this man does. He owns me, claims me, consumes me. His lips take their time exploring every part of my body, which always has me panting for more, craving for more, desiring for freaking more. And boy does he give just as good as he takes.
I gripped his shirt in my fist, in an effort to pull him closer to me, but also so I could bury my hands underneath his shirt. My palms were itching to touch him, feel the smooth, softness of his skin. His abs rippled underneath my fingers while my greedy hands explored him, worshipped him. He felt unbelievable. I moaned, no growled, my pleasure into his mouth and he abruptly released my lips. He didn’t go far from me, partly because I had a death grip around his bare torso.
We were almost eye level, with him still having a slight height advantage, despite him sitting down. He caressed my face with the backs of his fingers, and I could feel, with every stroke of his fingers, the reverence that shone in his eyes.
I leaned into his touch, looked into his smoldering blue eyes and smiled.
“You promised you’d be good,” I scolded softly.
He grinned. “Oh, baby that’s a promise I intend to keep.”
His grin turned devilish before he stood backed me up slightly then turned around, giving me his back. He signaled for me to get on and I couldn’t help laughing as I complied. Paul easily hoisted me up, after I wrapped my arms around his neck, and looped his hand around my thighs.
Between the fits of giggles, I directed him upstairs to my bedroom.
“Am I too heavy?” I asked as he took the steps two at a time.
“Woman please, I heft over seventy pounds of gear sometimes up and down high-rise staircases, which could be about ten to fifteen floors of concrete torture. Believe me when I say, you my dear are a piece of cake.”
Once he crossed over the threshold of my room and came face to face with my queen size bed, he stopped. I got down from his back and walked around his body to face him. I had an idea about what he was thinking as he continued to stare at the bed and I smirked at him.
“Don’t tell me you think I kept the very bed they did their thing on?” I prodded, as I started unbuckling his belt.
Paul tore his eyes from the bed and looked down at me. “No, I didn’t actually. I was just thinking about what I was going to do first; finger fuck you while I suck on your nipples until you explode on my fingers or feast on your pussy until you come all over my face.”
Good Lord!
Did I say how much I loved it when he talked dirty.
21
Paul
Damn, this woman.
The scent of her arousal penetrated my senses and pierced my soul. I could already taste her on my tongue, and I hadn’t even touched her yet, her scent was that overwhelming.
I went at her clothes, desperate to see her naked again, trying not to rip them off her body. I had dreamed about what she would look like naked, that vivid ass dream I had at the hotel coming into mind. But as with most dreams, it did nothing for reality.
The woman was so goddamn incredible. Her body was something I wanted to worship every day of my life if I could. She was soft in all the right places, with full breasts that filled my hands nicely. Her hips, thighs and ass, fuck me, they made my dick hard just thinking about their fullness and softness.
I managed to get her shirt off and her bra unclasped, without busting one in my jeans. As she worked her bra down her arms, I moved my concentration to her cotton shorts. I slipped my thumb between the elastic of her shorts and underwear and slid them down her ample thighs. She shimmied her hips, helping me slide them past her hips and ass. I licked my lips and went to my knees. The anticipation of being face to face with my prize began to fill me. And as her mound slowly appeared, I breathed out with delight.
Her pussy was beautiful. I brought my face to her core and breathed deeply, the small patch of hair tickling my nose as I inhaled. Her body shivered, which drove me to plunge my tongue between her slick folds just to get a small taste. She gasped and her hands immediately went to
the top of my head.
She was so responsive, I had thought to myself then came to a decision.
“On the bed, Lauren,” I demanded, my voice low and gritty letting her know just how affected I was by her.
Lauren complied, backing up on the bed, using her hands and feet to crab walk backwards. I stood, pulled off my shirt and watched her, the hunger for her consuming my thoughts, driving me to the brink of insanity.
Once she settled, her legs fell apart for me like the red fucking sea.
I groaned at the sight of her. I could see how wet she was for me; her folds and the small patch of hair was soaked in her desires. I licked my lips, crawled on the bed and leisurely swept my tongue along her folds, tasting her for the first time and moaning in pleasure. She tasted better than I imagined she would, so fucking good.
I had been dreaming about tasting her ever since I saw her standing next to her car that fateful night. She looked as if her pussy would taste of rainbows and cotton candy. I had wanted to taste her sweetness the other day as well, but I was too busy trying to bury my dick inside her tight pussy to think of anything else. But right now, all I wanted to do was take my time and drown myself with her sweet taste.
“Fuck baby, you taste sweet as the pies you make,” I told her and received a moan as a reply.
I continued lapping her lips, running my tongue along her folds, purposefully avoiding her sensitive bud. She squirmed underneath me, gripping the back of my neck, trying to push my head where she wanted me the most. I didn’t relent on my torture. I kissed her mound, moved to kiss and suck on her inner thighs just to let her know she wasn’t in charge; I was.
“Please, Paul,” she begged, softly.
“Please what?” I asked, my lips inches from her clit. I blew on her and she arched her body off the bed.
“Mmmm, stop teasing me. Please, I need you,” she returned and shit, to hear those words from her was my undoing. I gave her what she wanted. I flicked my tongue against her swollen clit, then pulled the bundle of nerves into my mouth and sucked.
“Oh, shit yes… Oh gotdamn it… yes,” she panted, both of her hands now at the back of my head, keeping me exactly where she wanted me.
I took my time and feasted on her. I devoured her like a starved animal; sucking and licking her pussy relentlessly, building her climax until she exploded all over my lips. I didn’t let her come down from her high either. I inserted two fingers into her slick, wet channel and began to finger her heat while I continued to tease her clit.
She tried to back away from my face, pushing on my head, but I didn’t let her get away from me. I moved where she went, never releasing my hold on her. She ended up hanging half off the bed, which forced me to let her go just so I could yank her back on the bed. I then hooked my arm around her thighs and held her still so she couldn’t run away from me again.
I drove her out of her fucking mind, and I wasn’t just saying that to boost myself up. It was the way she screamed my name, or the fact she kept telling me I was driving her out of her mind over and over again like a fucking mantra. It was how she clawed and grabbed my shoulders, my back, my hair. It was how her body shook with ever orgasm that rocked her body, every arch of her back and tightness of her thighs around my shoulders that told me exactly how much she enjoyed everything I was doing to her.
And I gotdamn loved it. I loved the sounds she made as I ate her pussy. Knowing the cries and soft moans of pleasure was because of me. I’ve always loved going down on a woman. The control it exuded, the power had always been a turn on for me. But devouring Lauren’s sweet pussy, dominating her desires, was ever worldly. The moans, and whimpers that fell from her beautiful lips only made my dick harder. Hell, I almost lost my shit in my jeans, again, she sounded so fucking sexy.
The woman was even getting creative with her dirty talk, saying shit like ‘Oh god you are a fucking wizard with that sinful tongue of yours. Put a spell on me, Dirty Harry Potter you. Claim me, own me.’
Dirty Harry Potter? A fucking wizard… Really?
Yeah, my baby was gone and again…I fucking loved it.
I wasn’t sure how many times she came on my tongue and fingers. All I knew was that I took everything I could from her, until she was a limp whimpering mess begging me to fuck her.
When I finally released her, I stood next to the bed and removed my shoes, pants and boxers. She watched me with sated, hooded eyes as I undressed. When my dick sprang free, her eyes grew a fraction of an inch. I couldn’t help the side grin I gave her. It was a look I was used to seeing from women, but still, seeing the hunger in Lauren’s eyes made my body come alive. I couldn’t wait to get inside her. Even though I enjoyed teasing her with my tongue and fingers, nothing could compare to sinking, balls deep, into her sweet tight pussy.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked, stroking my length a few times trying to ease the tension. I was hard as a fucking rock ready to explode.
She moaned her response then sat up on her forearms and took me in from head to toe. Her features darkened as she eye fucked me. She licked her lips and damn if I didn’t love the way she looked at me. Her eyes went to my dick and I knew what she was thinking and damn I couldn’t wait to feel her lips on me as she took me deep into her sweet mouth. But that wasn’t going to happen tonight. The need to fuck her was too overwhelming.
I bent down to retrieve my wallet and pulled out a strip of condoms. We already had sex without protection, but I didn’t want to push my luck this time. I quickly sheathed myself and climbed back onto the bed. I took a few deep breaths to calm my breathing. I didn’t want to blow my load before I even pushed inside her nor did I want to come the second I felt her muscles tighten around me. I wanted this to last. I wanted to fuck her nice and slow, then rough and hard until my name was the only word she could fucking speak.
I positioned myself between her thighs, propping myself up on my forearms so our lips were inches from each other. But for me, this wouldn’t do. I needed to be closer to her, I needed to feel her body, to touch her. I pushed one of my arms underneath her body so I could grip her neck. Her hands traveled along my biceps to my shoulders. She cradled my face in her hands and heat surged through my body like molten lava.
I didn’t waste another second.
“Put me inside you,” I grounded out, my voice evidence of the lack of patience I felt.
I lifted up just enough so she could grab my dick and bring me to her opening. Her hand felt good wrapped around me, especially when she stroked me.
“Lauren,” I warned. “Put me inside your pussy, baby. I want to feel you.”
“Paul,” She whispered softly and the moment I felt her warmth at the tip of my cock I slid inside, not waiting for her to move her hand.
We both moaned with pleasure as I impaled her, my lips brushing hers as our breaths became one. She slipped her hand from between us and brought it around to my back. Damn, it felt good to have her right where she belonged, fucking finally.
Yeah, uh… I’d like to say that I did exactly what I played out in my head a bit ago, go slow, enjoy the feel of her tightness around my dick, but yeah that shit didn’t happen. Well no, it did for at least a few strokes. However, when she clamped her pussy walls around me and squeezed the life out of my cock, things went crazy from there.
I fucked her… well!
I threw a leg over my shoulder and fucked her like a gotdamn unhinged wild animal. My strokes were long, rough and determined. I drove her body into her mattress, the headboard knocking against the wall with every punishing stroke.
Her nails dug into my back, my shoulders, my ass. She even bit the hell out of my shoulder. It only surged me on to claim what I believed was mine since the moment I saw her. Yes, I owned her; every bit of her, mind, body and soul.
I whispered filthy shit in her ear as much as I could until the art of speech left my body. I told her how good she felt, how I loved her pussy and wanted her every second of every fucking day. She was made for me. That part
I didn’t say, but I chanted that like a montage in my head over and over again.
After I pushed her over the edge twice more, I finally exploded inside her and damn it felt as if I gave this woman my soul at the same time. Hell, I probably did. She owned me, a truth that should be frightening as hell. But it wasn’t. I wanted her to own me because damn if I didn’t want to own her.
I collapsed on top of her, rolled to my side then back, bringing her body with me the whole time. I was spent. I felt her body shiver and I tightened my hold on her, reaching to my right, to grip a part of the blanket that wasn’t wet with our sweat and pull it over us. The blanket seemed to be covering more of me than her, so I pulled her body over mine and placed her on the right of me so the covers would be on her rather than me.
I laid on the wet spot, but I didn’t give a shit. If I could lay in this spot for the rest of my life, my body covered in Lauren, I would be the happiest man alive. Unfortunately, I couldn’t bask in the glow of us for very long. I needed to get rid of this damn condom.
“Garbage?” I breathed out, still feeling the effects of what we’d just done.
“Um… on the side of the bed somewhere,” she replied, her breaths equally choppy.
I chuckled and got out of bed. There was a box of Kleenex on the nightstand closest to me, which saved me a trip to the bathroom. I pulled the condom off, tied a knot at the top, wrapped it in tissue and threw it in the trash next to her nightstand. I stripped the blanket from the bed and pulled the sheet down.
“Lift up, baby.” I instructed and the woman could barely move. I smirked at her and without looking at me, as if she knew exactly what I had done, gave me the finger.
“Later baby, I promise.” I teased.
Her eyes moved to mine, a shocked expression on her face. I guess she didn’t think I had anything else in the tank but that was farthest from the truth. There was no way just having her once tonight would suffice. Not now, not ever.