by C. L. Donley
“What was your plan here, to fuck me all night and day?”
“Mm,” he nodded a confirmation. She cackled.
“Tell me about these PTSD symptoms, soldier,” Kenya began as she lowered his pants. Good God, it really did make her hot.
“Well, Nurse Hamilton… my heart starts beating fast, I can’t catch my breath,” he moaned, mimicking his symptoms as he felt the sensation of Kenya’s mouth around his cock.
“Feels like you’re going to die?” she stopped to ask.
“Feels like… the poor bastard that taps me on the shoulder is going to lose his fuckin’ windpipe.”
Kenya let out a groan as she increased her speed. Kevin sucked a breath through his teeth and let out curse. His arms tensed at his sides, his hands still glued to the couch fabric.
“Your training kicks in? No matter what?”
“Yes ma’am,” he moaned. He was even subconsciously calling her ma’am.
“Is that how you feel now?”
“No,” he breathed.
“No?”
“There’s a wall behind me. And we’re upstairs,” he panted, gripping her faux leather couch. “No windows in my line of sight.”
“No need to watch your six?” she asked, teasing his tip with her tongue.
“Oh God,” he panted. The fact that he couldn’t touch her intensified his lust.
She watched his cock jump as she tore the first package open, his breath slowing slightly.
“The first time. On this couch, were you freaking out that whole time?”
“Yes.”
Kenya scoffed as she shook her head, easing the condom on.
“Was it the front door?”
“The stairs. The whole thing’s concealed.”
“The carpet literally kept him awake when he got back. He couldn’t hear footsteps,” she revealed as she stood naked in front of him, only eluding to Cecil. “We had to pull up the carpet everywhere except the bedrooms.”
She turned around and sat firmly in his lap, grinding her ass on him.
“You need me to watch the stairs for you, baby?”
Kevin began taking deep breaths as though he were about to be flung underwater with his hands tied behind him. She heard the frantic sounds of his hands grappling the faux leather of her couch.
Good God. She wasn’t trying to ignore his symptoms, she was putting him there. And it was actually helping. Holy fuck, was it helping.
“Where’s my weapon,” he said, his eyes tightly squeezed.
“I got it,” she fantasized.
“The first person you see coming, blow his fucking head off.”
“Fuck,” Kenya groaned. “I don’t think you can handle this pussy right now.”
“Lemme try,” he whispered as he grabbed his stiff cock at the base, rubbing it up and down her slick entrance, his other hand still gripping the couch.
Kenya hesitated, but only in her mind. There was no going back after this, she thought as he nestled himself inside her.
She leaned back against him, his hot breath on her shoulder, her legs spread much wider than his, like a giant mismatched spider.
She felt his tongue caressing her neck. Technically it wasn’t kissing, but she wouldn’t have stopped him if it was. She was so wet he kept sliding out.
As he teased her clit with the tip of his hard cock, Kevin found more creative ways to use his mouth.
“Let me touch you,” he pleaded.
“No.”
“Please.”
She moaned her approval at his desire. She smiled.
“Not yet,” she whispered.
Again he began to ease inside. She arched her back, grinding herself on top of him. She laid her head on his shoulder so that they were nose to nose, their heads at 10 and 12, their mouths nearly touching. Slowly his tongue ventured out, trying to find hers. Instead it found her lips, that were full and fully parted. He caught the bottom one in his teeth and she moaned a complaint.
“No biting,” she said.
“Damn,” he whined. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“No baby,” she said as she caressed the back of his hair, still grinding herself on his cock. She wasn’t going to come in this position, but she was extremely turned on and felt like a boss. She found that tongue of his with her own and they swirled together until she topped off her tease with a kiss.
“You broke the rules,” he gasped.
“No rules for me,” she panted, placing his hands on her tits. “I can do whatever I want,” she grinned.
“Do you want to kiss me again?” he quietly moaned, his sly way of getting what he was after.
“Is that what you want?” Kenya made him admit.
“Yes.”
She relented, torturing him with subsequent pecks and licks. When she leaned in to give him a longer kiss he slid down the couch a bit further so that he was nearly horizontal. One of his hands went to her waist and gripped her firmly, the other stayed on her breast where she’d placed it. Technically, he’d broken the rules but she couldn’t give a shit about it now. His thumb dug into the small of her back, sending sensation up and down it while his cock plunged even deeper inside her.
With just one hand he almost completely controlled her movements. Her jaw went slack, the palms of her feet steady on the edge of the couch as he set the increasingly frantic pace. She propped herself up with her arms behind her near his shoulders. Fuck. She was playin’ around with all that oral.
“FUCK. YES.” she blurted out.
“Is it good?”
Kenya answered with a long combination of moaning and grunting yesses. He responded with his own curses.
Kevin’s lips drew together as Kenya’s tight wet pussy drove him further and further to the brink of blissful agony. He was glad he’d already jacked off once today. And that he couldn’t see her tits right now. Otherwise he wouldn’t make it. He could barely see her ass in the moonlight.
“You still watching those stairs for me, baby?”
Kenya let out a guttural groan.
“You want me to stop?”
“No,” she cried.
“Watch the fuckin’ stairs.”
“Yes, sir,” she lied, not quite sure what part she was supposed to be playing in this scenario of his. It didn’t matter. “Just don’t stop,” she kept repeating.
Kevin had no idea if she was actually watching the stairs, but the thought of it was driving him completely insane. Some distant part of him thought if he was over there still, fucking Kenya in the dirt, he could 100% trust her to watch an entrance while he got off. It was incredibly freeing.
“Fuck. This is fucking good pussy,” he confessed aloud, talking like some sleepwalking pervert, like he was dreaming about eating.
“Yeah, you filthy bastard?” she touched her upper lip with the tip of her tongue at the crass observation, her energy becoming aggressive and hungry, less inhibited.
“Oh my God,” he said, like his first taste of her jambalaya.
“This what you needed, baby?” she whined.
He responded with a series of moans that sent piercing sensations to her middle.
She couldn’t take it. It was bad enough she couldn’t stop sneaking looks at him while he ate one of her meals, as if it were his first and last. Now he was savoring her body with the same fervor. And he was really fucking hungry.
“Was she starving you baby?”
“Yes,” he whispered without hesitation. His speed increased.
“Slow down, baby!” she moaned.
“I can’t,” he whispered, the sound of their bodies meeting over and over filling the room.
“Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum on your cock.”
“Oh my God… oh my God,” he rhythmically purred.
“Damn, baby!” she whined as her legs shook, her body began to convulse.
Kenya didn’t hold back as her release completely overpowered her. She’d never come so good, with so little effort, in her life.
Kevin became frantic as his climax closed in on him. His stomach muscles tightened as a foreign potency of euphoria flooded him. He unconsciously tightened his grip on her, her slick body threatening to slip out of his grasp where he held her. He was completely spent but he had to give her a few more thrusts as she milked his cock with her moans of satisfaction.
Finally he withdrew from her warmth, and she collapsed on top of him. His tired body decompressed in a heap, his feet planted on the floor and gravity crushed his bones as though he’d been weightless just moments before. He still felt weightless in some ways. He was already reliving their sex and wanted more.
Kenya let out a light satisfied breath. Kevin’s weight shifted behind her as he rolled to her side and skimmed her skin with his fingers. She moaned and moaned absent-mindedly and he laughed.
“I was right,” he whispered, speaking of their chemistry. When she didn’t answer right away, he nudged her.
“I’m reserving my judgement until…next time,” she explained, eyes closed.
“Will there be a next time?”
“Uh….yes. Yes there will be.”
He snickered.
“You’re incredible.”
“Mm-um,” she half-heartedly objected. “You are.”
“Your husband’s an idiot.”
“Your wife’s an idiot,” she whispered as she craned her neck backward to find his lips as they kissed, the sound of their meeting mouths working them back up into a frenzy.
* * *
Kevin let the hot water anoint his body as he stood in the shower the next morning in Kenya’s bathroom, the noise mimicking the heavy rain falling outside, pelting the tiny shower window.
Kenya was still sound asleep. He stared straight ahead as he let the water rush over his skin, feeling as though he’d never experienced such a sensation before.
They’d had sex no less than three times in the last twelve hours. And in the interim they slept like rocks. After they recovered upstairs they retreated to her bedroom, where the “no touching” rule was abolished. The “no kissing” rule was arbitrarily reinstated: everywhere except the mouth. It wasn’t for lack of trying.
It was just as well. She liked it when he begged for it. And he always got more than he begged for. He smirked.
He felt like a fist that didn’t realize it was clenched until it’d released. He was hopelessly relaxed. Content. Quieted. He didn’t even have a burning desire to ask why: why had Kenya come into his life this way, what in the world were the odds, what if he had changed a single thing, made a single other decision, these were things he would’ve obsessed over once. But not now. Now he was satisfied to know that his instincts about her were right, and that anyone who could single handedly lift the gloom from his life and replace it with passion and purposeful elation was well worth the pain.
When he got out of the shower, Kenya was still asleep. Naked with wicked bedhead, sprawled out on one side of her king sized bed and mostly uncovered, looking like a hungover groupie that some rock star had gotten to sleep with.
It was 9am, and he was an hour late for work. He called his brother.
“Yeah, I’m taking a sick day, bro,” he said when he was upstairs, making coffee.
“Dude. What’s going on? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all weekend.”
“I know.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah it’s… more than okay actually.”
“What? Really?”
“Yes.”
Scott leaned back in his leather office chair suspiciously. He did seem to sound… he couldn’t quite place it. Was it… confidence?
“Don’t tell me you finally sexed up the hot nurse.”
“Okay, I won’t tell you that.”
Halle-freakin’- lujah.
“I knew it, bro,” Scott sounded victorious. “I felt it in my gut.”
“Sure you did.”
“Think you can make it out to happy hour tonight?”
“If I don’t, you’ll know what happened.”
Scott’s jaw dropped. It was better than even he had hoped.
“Ho-lee-shit, bro, you better be here tomorrow.”
“I might just take a vacation.”
“Dude,” Scott marveled, almost teary-eyed. His little brother had finally gotten some. More than just some. Apparently it was on tap. Now it was Scott’s turn to be jealous.
“Congratulations, Kev you deserve it.”
“Thanks.”
* * *
Kenya woke to the sound of rain and the smell of coffee.
Was she dreaming?
She rolled over, completely naked save for her Halloween socks. She smelled like sex. And shame.
Way to stick to your convictions, Kenya, she thought to herself. She had to laugh as she looked down at her feet. She gave her inner voice a shrug as she entered the bathroom.
She turned on the shower and let the memories of the night bring her blood to a simmer. He couldn’t keep his hands off of her, it seemed. As soon as she set a boundary she let him cross it. It was well beyond her control now. She couldn’t resist his hunger, not just for the sex he’d been missing, but his growing desire for her. She recalled the way Kevin had woken her up in the middle of the night. She smiled, resisting the urge to touch herself, letting the shower pelt her overheated skin. He really was going to fuck her all night and day.
She didn’t recognize herself or him either. Something inside her was making her want to give and give. And she wasn’t even a little depleted yet. It didn’t feel safe at all, but it made her feel satisfied. She relished it for what it was worth. When she walked upstairs in her fuzzy robe, confronted with the sight of Kevin three sheets to the wind washing dishes, it couldn’t be helped. She was about to give him some more.
“You’re awake,” he said, before he turned around.
“You’re one of those,” she said.
“What?”
“One of those people who are convinced washing dishes in the sink is faster than using the dishwasher.”
“Guilty.”
He turned around grinning, holding her gaze. She was naked under her robe that she hadn’t bothered tying. She’d tamed her hair with a crude side french braid that fell down her shoulder. She smiled, biting the side of her finger as she took in the view. He watched her look him up and down.
“I made coffee.”
She just stood there staring, her dark almond eyes giving something away, as if he were expected to know what she was thinking.
He had an idea.
“Looks like I’ve created a monster,” he said, drying his hands on a kitchen towel.
She walked right over to the kitchen sink, stood in front of him and grabbed his hands. She placed them underneath her robe and on her body, looking as though she had a confession to make.
“Kiss me,” she said.
He grabbed her face with both hands and began to kiss her, sensually. It wasn’t long before she was pushed up against the kitchen counter, his mouth perusing her body as she gave him the last little bit of her left, like a lone disarmed village, surrendering in war.
11
Chapter 11
Kevin spooned Kenya as they lay in bed, her eyes closed as he caressed her body.
Now that they’d had sex he couldn’t stop touching her. She could almost sense his thoughts through his fingertips. And it made her afraid, because the touch was loving.
The rain continued steadily outside as they lay in the quiet. He was memorizing the sight of her and smelling her smells that were a lot like the smells of Morocco, a mix of incense and a sweet spice.
Kevin was staring at the demure tattoo underneath her right shoulder blade. A simple, modest “KH.”
The longer he looked at it, the more he could
feel something bursting inside him. Like a tower that was holding light instead of water. The tattoo wasn’t meant to portray her a certain way he knew, wasn’t meant for anyone’s eyes, not even her own.
Her tattoo, her necklace. She’d let herself be marked by her man, something Kevin wouldn’t have believed about her ever, if he wasn’t seeing the proof there on her naked body.
Her husband had made an impact on her, for better or worse. And she wore permanent proof, though he had moved on.
He was in bed with the sexiest woman in the world, he deduced. He ran his pale thumb across her sable skin, across the black letters. She stiffened a bit, knowing immediately what he was fingering and feeling vulnerable. The bursting inside him intensified.
“Kenya.”
“What.”
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Kenya didn’t answer.
“Did you hear me?”
“Yeah.”
“So? What do you think?”
“I think that that’s impossible.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re in love with your wife.”
Kevin sighed.
It was true, but in a complicated way.
Couldn’t he love two women? Only one was actually benefiting him.
“Are you in love with your husband?”
“I was never in love with my husband,” she confessed. “But I wanted to be. Every day.”
Kevin was somewhat stunned by the realization.
“It doesn’t work like that,” he said.
“It works the way you did it, then?” she sent over her shoulder defensively.
“It should.”
She sighed and laid back in her original position. “Look, Kevin. You’re ruining the afterglow, here. Just keep your romantic ideas to yourself.”
In the quiet they could hear the rhythmic falling of rain subtly picking up speed and intensity. He ran a single digit down the small of her back that sent a shiver through her. He felt another stirring in his loins.
Maybe it was just making up for lost time, or maybe he was addicted. He’d never been in such a state before and had never been with a woman suffering a similar fate, reacting to his every touch.
“You’re not in control anymore and you know it.”