by Iona Rose
“Oh my God, Kimberley,” I shout as I spurt into her.
My cock is going wild, sending waves of pleasure through my body, the tingling feeling taking my breath away for a moment. I am rigid, coming hard. I suck in a breath as the feeling starts to fade, leaving behind a warm, sated feeling. Kimberley collapses forward against my chest and I hold her in my arms, stroking her hair and whispering her name as we both fight to get our breaths back.
Finally, she looks up at me with a lazy smile.
“So that was a good opening line. Did you have anything else you wanted to say?” she asks, her tone flirty, her eyes telling me she wants more.
“Oh believe me, there’s a whole lot more where that came from,” I tell her.
“Right answer,” she smiles.
She gets up off my lap, and stands up, I look her up and down, taking in every inch of her naked body. Just looking at her like this, her skin shiny and glowing, has my cock standing at attention once more. Her eyes go to my cock and she smiles again, greedily this time. I follow her gaze, noting the slick layer of her juices coating my cock and my upper thighs.
Kimberley doesn’t say anything else, she just falls to her knees before me. I swallow hard as she reaches out and takes my cock in her fist. She blows lightly on the end of it as her hand begins to stroke my length. Her warm breath sends shock waves through my body and I close my eyes, resting my head back against the back of the couch. They fly open again when Kimberley plunges her mouth over me, taking my full length into her mouth and throat.
“Holy shit,” I whisper as her head begins to bob up and down, her rough little tongue flicking over my cock and sending me straight back to the edge.
My hands ball into fists beside me as Kimberley works me. She sucks hard and fast, just the way I like it, bringing me to the edge in seconds. One of her hands works the base of my cock and the other kneads my ball sack. I reach down and stop her, moving her head away from me. As much as I never want her to stop sucking me, I have to stop her. I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want to come in her pussy.
She seems to understand and she gets to her feet again. She smiles down at me and takes her nipples between her fingers. She puts her head back, her eyes closed as she touches herself. Her nipples are hard in her grasp as she rolls them back and forth between her fingers.
I reach out to rub my fingers through her slit but she must have her eyes open a touch because she steps back out of my reach, shaking her head. She’s teasing me again, putting on a show, but it’s the kind of show I could watch all night long.
One of her hands leaves her nipple and moves down her stomach to her pussy. She pushes her fingers between her lips and begins to play with herself. I am tempted to grab my cock and jerk off as I watch her, but I want to save myself for when I am inside of her again.
I sit back and watch the show. It’s hard to enjoy it when there’s this insistent voice in my head telling me to grab Kimberley and fuck her again, but I realise I don’t want to fuck her. I want to make love to her.
“Kimberley,” I say, my voice full of lust for her.
She opens her eyes and looks at me, but she doesn’t stop playing with herself. She’s panting now and the sound is so distracting, the look on her face pulling me back into her show. The words die on my lips and I just sit there, watching her.
She brings herself to the edge, sending herself tumbling through another orgasm. She looks me straight in the eye as she comes hard, moaning my name, and then she pulls her fingers away from herself. She moves into my reach again and I wrap my arms around her waist, shuffling to the edge of the couch so that I can feel her body against mine. She pushes the fingers she used on her clit into my mouth and I can taste her juices, like salt and sugar. I lick her fingers, eagerly cleaning her juices off, savouring the taste of them, of her.
She pulls her fingers back out of my mouth and backs away from me again. She beckons to me and I stand up and go to her.
“The bedroom,” she whispers.
I think she feels the same as I do. That this time, we’ll be making love, slower, more tender. I let her take my hand and lead me across the lounge. I hold my open jeans and boxers up with the other hand as I follow her. I would follow her anywhere right now in any state of undress. She opens a door and leads me into a small hallway. She points to the door on our left.
“In there,” she says.
I step into her bedroom. She follows close behind me. I don’t waste any time. I move to the side of the bed and kick my trainers and socks off. I push my jeans and boxer shorts the rest of the way down and get onto the bed. Kimberley climbs on beside me and we lay for a moment, on our sides, looking into each other’s eyes.
Kimberley’s eyes are hard to read. I want to ask her what she’s thinking, but I’m suddenly afraid of the answer. If she starts throwing the L word around, I’m afraid I’ll panic and say something stupid. Instead of speaking and risking destroying the moment, I lean closer and kiss her again. Our kiss is slow and sensual, the frenzied desperation from before spent, replaced with a sated feeling that tells me we’re going to spend a long time exploring each other, kissing each other, connecting with each other.
Kimberley runs her fingernails up and down my back gently as we kiss. I put my hand on her hip, caressing her with my thumb. I push her onto her back and kiss down her neck and chest. I run my tongue along her stomach, moving lower. I watch as her skin puckers slightly at my touch. I skip her pussy, although I want nothing more to dive right back in there.
I scoot down the bed and pick up one of Kimberley’s feet. I run my fingers over her ankles and up her calf. I take her other foot and massage it lightly and then I run my fingers over that calf and over her knee. I crawl back up slightly and run my hands up her inner thighs. She moans as I lightly touch her, bringing goose bumps to the surface of her skin.
I lean forward and kiss her belly and then her pubic bone, before I finally allow myself to plunge my tongue inside of her warm lips. She’s still so wet, so ready for this. I can taste the need in her juices as I run my tongue over her clit. She gasps as I work her. I lick her slowly, bringing her body to life with long, almost lazy strokes of my tongue. I want to make her wait, make her experience the build up to her climax before she’s plunged right into it. I want her to be desperate for it when it hits her.
I lick through her slit, moving back to her pussy. I push my tongue inside of her, feeling her tight little pussy clenching around it. I move it in and out of her, and she gasps again. I run my hands down the sides of her body, bringing her skin to life again as I continue to tongue fuck her. I move my tongue back through her slit to her clit, flicking my tongue over it lightly.
She makes a whimpering sound.
“Sebastian please,” she whispers.
She starts to move her hips, thrusting her clit against my tongue. I ignore her desperate pleas and reach down from her sides and pin her hips to the bed, holding her still as I continue to tease her clit slowly.
Her pleas become more fevered, she’s practically begging me to give her some release. I smile to myself and up the pace of my licking. I feel her rigid muscles relax as I bring her to the edge. I suck her clit into my mouth, running my tongue over it and pressing it against the roof of my mouth. She moans, a long, low sound, that becomes a scream as I suck harder, finally bringing her over the edge.
I can feel her clit pulsing as I hold it in my mouth. I release her hips and they lift from the mattress as she gasps for breath as her whole body comes to life. I release her clit and move my lips back up her body as she comes hard.
I find her mouth with mine and push my tongue into her mouth. She puts her hands into my hair, tugging it into her fists as her orgasm seizes her. She moans loudly into my mouth and then she gasps in a breath. She moves her head, nuzzling her face against my neck as she pants for air. Her breath sends shivers through me as it tickles my skin.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders, holding herself tightly
against me as her body arches, and then finally, she’s still again. She puts her head back onto the pillow and looks at me, her eye lids heavy.
“Shit Sebastian, that was … something else,” she breathes.
I kiss her, stopping her from saying anything else, anything that could ruin the moment between us, and she kisses me back, still holding me against her. I can feel her nipples pressing against my chest and I can feel the heat coming off her pussy, making my cock respond to her call.
I reach down and line my cock up with her pussy and then I push myself inside of her again. She sucks in a breath as I fill her up and she pulls back from me, looking into my eyes, biting her bottom lip.
“Make love to me Sebastian,” she says in an almost shy voice. It’s not like her usual demanding tone that she uses when she wants something. It’s softer; a request rather than an order. One I am happy to fulfil.
I move slowly inside of Kimberley, long, sensual strokes that tease us both, awakening every nerve in both of our bodies. Kimberley wraps her legs around my waist, pushing me in deeper as we move as one. She is wet and slippery and tight and it takes everything I have not to move faster, not to pound into her. I want to make her feel loved, special.
I can feel her pussy starting to clench around me and her body is shaking beneath me as her orgasm washes over her. The slow build up does nothing to spoil the intensity of Kimberley’s orgasm. It floods through her full body, turning her to jelly beneath me as she whispers my name over and over.
I come up onto my knees, holding Kimberley against me. She flops against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder as she experiences a deep rooted pleasure that holds her full body under its spell. I hold her hips, moving her up and down on me until finally my own release comes. It’s so intense I can’t breathe for a moment as it slams through my body, sending me into a wall of ecstasy. I hold Kimberley tightly against me as I fight to breathe, to move.
I relax and let my orgasm take me. I can feel my cock twitching wildly, fire exploding through my stomach and out into every part of my body. I can feel Kimberley still shaking in my arms as her orgasm starts to fade. I thrust into her again, hard, as I spurt once more and she screams out loud as another orgasm slams through her body. We clutch each other as we both tumble through waves of fire until finally, I feel my senses start to return to me and my muscles turn to warm, satisfied jelly.
Kimberley lifts her head from my shoulder with an effort and pushes her lips against mine. I kiss her gently, whispering her name into her mouth. She just clings to me, kissing me, barely in control of herself.
I hold her to me and lay down on my side. She shuffles closer, pressing herself against me as I wrap my arm around her waist. I am so tired after what we’ve just done, but I don’t want to miss a moment with Kimberley and I force my eyes to stay open so I can watch her fall asleep. Her eyes gently close and I watch her face relax, her lips part slightly. Her grip on me doesn’t relax and we lay holding each other tightly for a long time before I lose my fight and sleep finally takes me.
Chapter Fourteen
Kimberley
I wake up and glance at the clock. It’s only just after four and I wonder what woke me. I am usually a pretty heavy sleeper. Memories of last night start to come back in when I move slightly and feel the dull ache between my legs. Sebastian came here and made me feel things I didn’t know I could feel. I realise I can still feel his presence and that’s what must have woke me. I turn over looking for him, but he’s not laid beside me. He’s sitting on the end of the bed, looking out at the city. I shuffle down the bed and wrap my arms around him from behind. I kiss his neck, smelling his scent and feeling my pussy respond to him.
“Are you ok?” I ask.
He reaches up and rubs his hand over mine.
“Yeah. I’m fine. Just thinking,” he says.
I kiss his shoulder and then move to sit beside him.
“Why did you come here tonight Sebastian? Why now? And don’t give me any shit about a cup of sugar,” I say with a soft laugh.
He turns to look at me and gives me the smile that melts me inside.
“You really want to know?” he asks.
I nod my head. I need to know. I need to know if this is anything real or if it’s just Sebastian being Sebastian again. I need to know if he’s going to shut me out again like he did last time we had sex.
“I found out you had a date tonight. And although I tried to tell myself I didn’t care, obviously I did care. I cared enough to come here and try to stop you from seeing someone else.”
“So you’re officially my stalker now,” I laugh. “Good to know.”
He laughs with me.
“Yeah. Something like that,” he agrees.
“Well if you’re going to keep doing it, I suggest you find better intel,” I smile. “I wasn’t going on a date. I was meeting some old friends for drinks. Female friends.”
Sebastian frowns for a second and then he laughs. His laughter is infectious and I find myself joining in with it.
“It proves one thing though,” I say.
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“You don’t hate me half as much as you claim to,” I say. “In fact, I’d go as far as to say you don’t hate me at all.”
Sebastian shakes his head.
“I’ve never hated you Kimberley,” he says, looking deep into my eyes.
The moonlight streaming in through the window makes his eyes look even more intense and I feel my clit throbbing from the way he looks at me. He laughs and the moment is gone.
“Although in the beginning, I really fucking tried to.”
I bump my shoulder against his and for the first time, I feel like we’re no longer running away from each other or pushing each other away. I scoot backwards on the bed and get back under the covers as the chilly night air begins to take effect on me. I pat the bed beside me and Sebastian scoots up too. We lay down facing each other.
“I’m so sorry for hurting you Sebastian all those years ago. It was never my intention,” I say.
He shrugs with one shoulder.
“It’s in the past now isn’t it?”
“It is. But I feel like we need to get it all out. To say everything we wished we could have said back then.”
“Ok. You want honest so I’ll give you honest,” Sebastian says. “Like I said earlier, I’ve blamed you for a long time for what happened between us, but the truth is, I let you walk away without fighting for you. But I still don’t understand why you left at all.”
“I wanted a career. Is that really so hard for you to understand? Even after all of these years?”
“Of course not. I wanted a career myself. But what’s still hard for me to understand is why you thought we couldn’t have both. You knew my dad would have given you a job, mentored you. Why did you have to leave me to have a career?”
I pause for a moment and shake my head.
“Because I needed to prove to myself that I could do this alone. I needed to know that I could have a career based on what I could do rather than who I knew. I love your dad Seb, you know that. But taking a job from him, no matter how good at it I was, there would have always been doubts in the back of my mind. I would have always wondered if I was really good at my job, or if I was there because I was your girlfriend and your dad felt like he couldn’t get rid of me.”
Sebastian smiles.
“You’re really overestimating my dad’s character. If you were rubbish, you’d have been gone whether I liked it or not. He would sack me or my brothers if we let him down.”
“I can see that now. But I couldn’t back then,” I admit. “I was so young when I left, and yet I had no problem moving away from home. Leaving this city, my family, none of it fazed me. But leaving you? That was the hardest thing I ever did.”
“Why didn’t you tell me all of this at the time Kimberley instead of just ending things between us? I’d have come with you. Hell I would have followed you anywhere back then.�
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“And that’s why I couldn’t ask you to come with me. I know you would have done it. And even though you were hesitant about working for your dad, I knew deep down it’s what you wanted. I didn’t want to be the reason you walked away from the family business. You want to know the really ironic thing?”
Sebastian nods.
“I didn’t want you to come with me and wake up one morning a year, two years, down the line and realise you made a terrible mistake.” I laugh softly. “I didn’t want you to resent me.”
“Well you sure fucked that up,” Sebastian says with a laugh.
I laugh with him even though my heart is breaking a little. Because he’s right. I did fuck up. I fucked up big time.
“Didn’t I just,” I say.
I reach up and stroke his face.
“I would never leave you again,” I say.
Sebastian places his hand over mine and gently moves it from his face.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Kimberley,” he says.
“No, you don’t understand,” I say.
“I do understand,” he replies. “And I’m not trying to be a dick. You can’t say for sure your career won’t take you somewhere else is all I mean. But we’re older now. Some might say wiser. And we could make it work if it’s what we both want. Without you having to compromise your career.”
I feel tears fill my eyes and I blink them away quickly.
“Are you saying you’re willing to try?” I ask.
He nods.
“Yeah. But there have to be some boundaries. As easy as it would be to fall back into our old patterns, we work together now, and I think we can both agree that we’ve put far too much of ourselves into this merger to throw it all away because we realise we’re not the same people we used to be and things won’t work between us.”
I open my mouth to protest, but Sebastian puts his finger on my lips. His touch sends shivers through me and I fall silent.
“I’m not saying it won’t work Kimberley. I’m saying we don’t know how it’s going to go. And that’s ok. But we need to be sure before we make any sort of promises to each other.”