by Wolf, Alex
I really liked those, but he got me a new dress, so I’m not really going to complain about it. Plus, let’s be honest, it was hot when he did it. So hot I can barely breathe right now.
He licks and teases around me, making me writhe on the bed. He gets so close to right where I want him, then he backs away, or just barely brushes up against me, until I reach down and my hands are in his hair, dragging my nails through his scalp.
Finally, his tongue makes contact and it sends shivers across my skin, and a wave of heat through my body. This man is the master of foreplay. No doubt about that. He has to be. I simply don’t see how anyone else could be any better, and all I can think about is when we finally have sex, I’m going to be so bad he’s never going to want anything to do with me again.
Stop being so negative.
Rick must notice my mind wandering, because suddenly he has a finger inside me and he takes it right to the same spot he did last time, a place I didn’t even know existed until then.
“Oh God.” I gasp, and my hips come up off the bed a little all on their own.
Rick focuses his tongue right on my clit as he slides his fingers in and out of me.
“So close.” I nod furiously, not lying at all. I’m seconds away, literally.
I swear I feel him grin up against me. Right when I’m about to come undone, shatter into a thousand pieces, his finger stops, tongue stops, and he backs away.
My eyes glare down at him.
Just to be even more of a jerk, he exhales a breath across my clit, and a tremor ripples through me.
I want to say something, but what do you even say?
He gets up and stands next to the bed while I’m still lying there. Then he leans over like he might kiss me, but his mouth moves to my ear. “I want to feel you this time.”
It takes me a second for the words to sink in. Ohh.
I glance over, and Rick takes his pants off, and slides his boxer briefs down. When he turns around, he’s completely naked, and he’s big. Of course he is.
I’ve never seen a penis so up close and personal, but all I want to do is reach out and grab it, put my mouth on it, anything that’ll make him happy. I want to explore, try things I’ve never tried before.
Rick catches me staring, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s waiting on.
Then, I see it. He pulls a condom from the pocket of his tux and rolls it on. He’s sexy even when he does that.
I don’t know why it’s so hot, but it is. My feelings for him amplify even more, because I don’t even have to tell him to be safe. Truth-be-told, I wasn’t even thinking about it I was so caught up in the moment, but it warms my heart even more. Even now, he’s trying to protect me.
Now, I’m properly heated up for this whole ordeal, and I’m more than wet, but there’s still one issue. Rick is…big. Yeah. Definitely bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced, and my few experiences were years ago.
He crawls up between my legs, so we’re face to face, looks me straight in the eyes, and says, “Are you sure?”
Moment of truth, Mary. Are you sure? Not gonna regret this for the rest of your life, are you?
Despite my brain screaming at me to slow down and think this through, I nod. I must nod pretty hard, because Rick smiles right at me. He likes to take his time or whatever, building the anticipation, but I think part of it is because he wants the moment to last forever. We’ll never have this again, this first time, this first moment before we’ve had sex.
But as I look around at the room and think about the whole day after I left the office—it’s perfect. Just like Rick said he wanted this moment to be. It can’t get any more perfect than this.
That has to be pretty special, right? I’m no dating or relationship expert, but I’m getting a pretty good deal right now. I don’t know many men who would put out this kind of effort, and not only that, turn down a chance to get laid, just so they can do all this extra work to do it right.
He presses up against me, parting my entrance, and he stares into my eyes the entire time, not even blinking once.
As gently as he can, he slides in, little by little, until he’s about halfway, and I’m already squeezing tight around him.
I suck in a deep breath, but my eyes never leave his.
He cups my chin as delicately as he can and tilts my eyes up to his. “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
I want to say something, but I can’t, because after the initial push it feels so good. He throbs inside me, stretching me from the inside, but it feels incredible. All I can do is shake my head at him because words won’t form.
He slides all the way in, and I’m pretty sure I might be in heaven now.
His eyes flutter closed, like he’s lost to the same sensations as me, and he says, “You feel so good, Mary.”
I almost want to shout at him to shut up and never stop, but I can’t even do that because he’s being so sweet, and I’m so focused on feeling every little detail of this. He’s so big, but it fits inside me so perfectly.
Every time he moves, I gasp a little, because it’s so much all at once.
He’s so deep, and I spread my legs wider and take my heels and dig them into him, because I want him even deeper; as close to me as possible.
“Am I hurting you?” he whispers in my ear.
I shake my head. “No. It’s amazing.”
He smiles when he hears me say it.
Slowly, he slides back, then pushes back in, and just like before, I’m already on the edge. I don’t know how he does that so fast, but he does. He can turn me on and off like a switch. It doesn’t take long before he’s thrusting in long, measured strokes, and he’s angled just right.
“So close again.” I don’t realize how short of breath I am until I try to speak and each word comes out on a pant.
His forehead presses up against mine. “Good, I want to look in your eyes when you come on my dick.”
Before I can respond, he reaches down, and his finger strokes my clit. He matches the pace of his thrusts perfectly, and I might shatter from the inside out.
My breathing becomes even more ragged, and my whole body stiffens all at once as he speeds up his finger.
“Oh my God, Rick.” Fuzzy stars flash in front of my eyes, and I literally think I black out for a second, because pure euphoria floods my body. I convulse a little, and my legs go stiff as a board, toes curling. I squeeze around him so hard he groans in my ear, and I worry I might be crushing him, but I can’t stop.
Rick thrusts into me, so deep it sends a second wave right through my body, and my hands fly out and fist the sheets in my palms.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop doing that.”
His finger continues to stroke me as I ride out orgasm after orgasm.
When I finally come to my senses, completely relaxed, Rick is still inside me, looking down at me, smiling.
“What?” I look away, slightly pink in the face. I don’t even know what I might have said during all that, but I regret nothing.
“Finally got you to do it.”
“Do what?”
“Say God and my name in the same sentence.”
I try to smack at his chest, but my body feels weightless, completely limp right now.
“Now, it’s time for number two.”
Before I can respond, he slides out of me and flips me over to my stomach. And I don’t mean gently rolls me over, I mean his fingers might’ve just left bruises on my hips and I was flipped like we’re battling in an MMA match.
Before I can say anything, he yanks my butt up in the air and he has a hand wrapped around my throat, pulling me up to him from behind. My back arches and the stinging pain rips up to my shoulders, but in the best way possible.
It probably should scare me, but I think I might be more turned on than before. What in the world is it about this that makes it so hot? Is it the fact he could pretty much do anything he wants to me right now and I’d be helpless? Is it just that he’s so much s
tronger, and masculine, and just…pure testosterone? A primal thing? I don’t know, but it lights me on fire from the inside.
I’m pretty sure a coo escaped my lips when he did it.
“You like when I toss you around, Mary?”
I nod, and his hand tightens a little around my throat, but not so much I can’t breathe.
“How about this?”
Before I can respond, he spanks me. Not a light tap either. The smack echoes through the room. The sting radiates up my spine and funnels straight between my legs. It might be the greatest pain I’ve ever felt in my life.
I gasp and nod and I think I’m smiling.
He spanks me again, a little harder, and I wince this time, then smile again. “Couldn’t hear you.”
He sounds like he’s really enjoying himself.
“God yes,” I blurt out.
His hand slides from my throat, and his finger trails along my neck. His warm breath lands in my ear, and he says, “Who knew Mary was so dirty?”
His filthy mouth, his hands, everything… I don’t remember if I’ve ever felt this satisfied in my life.
“I want you again.”
I feel him grin against my ear. “Tell me.”
“What?” I try to turn around and face him, but his hand grips the back of my neck and keeps me facing forward.
“Tell me to fuck you.”
Oh. My. God.
“Please,” I whisper-gasp.
“Say it. Say the exact words.”
I know I keep saying it, but Rick keeps taking this to the next level and I think he’s doing it on purpose, slowly building to a crescendo, because I’ve seriously never been so turned on in my life. I mean it this time.
“Fuck me.” Wetness runs down my thighs the second the words leave my mouth.
“Say it again. Tell me what you want.”
I strain back against his hand, trying to stare him right in the eye, and I fight through his hold to do it, so that our eyes lock. I glare right at him because I might die if he’s not inside me soon.
Our eyes lock.
“I want you to fuck me.”
His hand tightens back down on my neck, and he turns my head and shoves it down against the mattress.
Before I can process the spanking and being forced to talk dirty, Rick pushes into me from behind, and my eyes roll back in my head. This is way better than him on top. I’ve definitely never had sex this way before, and it instantly becomes my favorite.
Rick’s hand slides into my hair, and he balls it into a fist in his hand. His hips crash into me over and over, the sounds of our wet skin smacking together echoing around the room.
I didn’t realize how loud I could be, but my moans bounce off the walls and land in my ears.
He’s definitely more forceful this time, and this is so much better than slow sex.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so good, Mary.”
His filthy mouth is going to do me in. I try to grin when he says it, but he slams into me again and my thighs start to quiver, and another low moan comes from deep in my throat.
Without thinking, the words just naturally fly, and I say, “It’s not mine, it’s yours, remember?”
The second I say that, Rick groans, loud, and he pushes down on my shoulder blades, so my chest is pressed down to the mattress, but my butt is still up in the air. The way he’s angled hits my spot just right, and I can feel the orgasm building where we’re connected.
“So. Fucking. Tight. I’m so close.” His words come with each thrust, and his hand slides around my hip and he strokes my clit again. “Come for me again, Mary. Come on my dick.”
Don’t mind if I do.
“Okay.” I nod and pant out the word.
I already know the way he’s pounding into me, walking might be difficult tomorrow. But right now, I do not care one bit. I could live in this moment forever, and I want him to feel as good as I do. I want to know what it’s like when Rick has an orgasm inside me, even if he’s wearing a condom. I want to know I can drive him as crazy as he drives me.
He angles himself again, using some kind of Rick magic, and I’m done for. My whole body shakes, trembling uncontrollably, and I start to wonder if he’s turned me into an epileptic. I have no control over my body every time he gets me off.
Just as I clamp down, Rick grunts. And I don’t mean just any grunt—it’s a primal, we’ve-gone-back-ten-thousand-years-in-evolution grunt. I think he just reverted back to a caveman, with one purpose in life; to keep the species alive.
Right when I hit the peak of my orgasm, Rick drills into me, far deeper than he’s been all night, because of the new angle. His balls smack up against my clit, and I can feel him pulsing inside me as he unloads into the condom.
He jolts a couple more times, his fingers on each of my hips, holding me so still I couldn’t move if I wanted to. Not that it’s necessary. I’m pretty sure he just put me in a coma with that last orgasm. Everything feels all hazy, like I’m floating around the room and my body is hypersensitive.
Finally, he sort of collapses onto my back, but holds his weight up off me just slightly so I’m not smothered. He kisses the side of my sweaty neck, then whispers, “That was…fucking incredible.” Then he rolls over to his side, so I can look him in the eye.
My eyelashes flutter, and I’m still coming out of the daze, and my inhibitions are definitely still lowered. “I figured. You said ‘fuck’ like three times.” I smile right at him when I say it.
His eyes widen for a second, then he laughs. “You said it three times, counting this one.”
“Did I? Oops.”
His arm wraps around me, and he yanks me close to him. Usually the thought of being so hot and sweaty, and in such close proximity to another person equally as sweaty would really ruin the moment, but I’m just drawn to this man. Things that would usually get under my skin just roll off when it’s him.
He kisses me again, then pushes a few strands of hair behind my ear. “You’re perfect. I say that a lot, but you are.”
I start to say something, but he cuts me off.
“It sounds insane, but I fell for you the second I saw you. It’ll be a process for you, all this, and it’ll take more time, but I don’t care. I’m not going anywhere. What you’re feeling.” He lifts my chin, so my gaze is tilted to his. “I’ve felt it all along.”
I can tell by looking at him that he means every word of what he just said. There’s not one hint of doubt on his features. I nuzzle into his shoulder and I think I might pass out. My entire body is spent, completely exhausted. “It might happen faster than you think.” I take a deep breath, then let out a slight sigh. “Maybe it already has.”
Rick Lawrence
Not going to lie, sitting next to Mary in church after fucking her all night is a little awkward. I gave her a bit of a side eye when she told me to take her home to get ready this morning. I don’t know why I thought we would skip church, but I did. I should’ve known better. If Mary Patrick is one thing, besides smoking hot and amazing, she’s consistent.
Her hand reaches down, and her fingers intertwine with mine as we sing worship songs and all the other stuff you do at church. I’m worried I might spontaneously combust or get struck down by lightning, but other than that, things are going really great.
Not in a million years did I think I’d end up in love with a woman, in a house of worship, doing—this. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Maybe God put her on earth to get me in this place and convince me He exists, and that’s something I really need to take time to explore, but right now I just want to be caught up in the moment with her. I never believed I’d find this kind of happiness, but now that I have it, I don’t think I can ever go back.
Her smile, her laugh, her kind heart, her sense of morality—all these things make me want to do better, be better.
Pastor Jeremiah takes the pulpit, and we sit through a sermon and thank fuck it’s not about premarital sex or temptation of the flesh or s
ome shit like that. Mary has yet to let go of my hand and we keep sharing stolen glances and smiles at each other. I love the way her cheeks turn pink every time her eyes meet mine. I love the way my heart races when I look at her, when I touch her.
It’s cathartic and exhilarating.
I’d be lying if I said I don’t breathe the biggest sigh of relief in history the second we’re out of the building and back in the Chicago city air, though.
“You survived.” Mary smiles at me.
I pull her into me and kiss her right in front of the church, with people streaming around both sides of us, and she doesn’t look around. She doesn’t check to see if anyone is watching, she just kisses me back. No judgment, no shame because of who I am or what people might think. I didn’t think I could love her more, but I find out every day I’m wrong about that too.
We start down the street, in no direction in particular, just caught up in each other, in whatever this is between us.
Mary looks deep in thought when I glance over at her.
“What are you thinking?” I ask.
“What do you mean?”
“You have your thinking face on.”
She gives me the look like I just busted her. “A lot of things. What happens next? What are we? Where does it end up?”
I hadn’t really been thinking about any of those things. I’ve been totally in the present, not looking forward or back. Maybe I’ve pushed some of those thoughts from my mind because when I walk that path it ends up with me having to tell her things, things that most likely will scare her away.
You have to be honest with her.
I know what I need to do, and I need to do it soon. I should’ve told her before last night happened. That would’ve been the right thing, but I just couldn’t. I had to know what it was like to have her at least once, know what it was like to have her be mine for one night.
“You’re so pragmatic.”