Raging Hot

by Analinn Cush

  “Lois, this isn’t a booty call. I just wanted to see you again. I don’t want you to feel like I came for sex.”

  “Thank you for that, Slade.”

  “I told you to call me and you didn’t. I just wanted to see you, to make sure you were okay after our little tryst Friday.”

  “So...you don’t want me?”

  “No! It’s not that. I do want you, very much, but only if you feel the same.”

  I put my arms around his neck and raised up on tip-toes, lips puckered. He lowered his lips to mine and I leaned into him. Our lips met, playfully gently at first, gently, then hard, hungry, lustful. I wrapped my right leg around him and opened my lips, plunging my tongue deep into the warm moisture of his mouth. Our tongues engaged in a dance of lust, a dance that spoke of desire and pent-up, unsatisfied need.

  “Oh, Lois...” my name escaped his perfect lips into my mouth. I put my fingers into his full head of blond hair and pulled him down to me again. He picked me up and I wrapped my left leg around his waist so that he had both my legs around him as he carried me to my bed.

  He set me down softly, his lips still on mine, his tongue still engaged in a shameless search of my mouth. I captured his tongue between my lips and suckled it. His eyes flew open, a guttural groan escaped from his throat and I went wet between my legs.

  I put my hand over his hard cock. “Oh, god, I want you, Slade. I want to feel you inside me,” I couldn’t stop the words as they came between hurried pants.

  “All in good time, Lois, all in good time,” he said into my protruding cleavage, running his fingers lightly over the shiny material of my new sapphire blue bra. He lifted his head and unbuttoned my blouse, kissing the length of my upper body. He slipped his hands behind my waist, unfastened and unzipped my skirt and slid it down. I heard a quick intake of breath as he saw my little blue panties that perfectly matched my bra. How could I have doubted that he would enjoy these? That I was doing the right thing letting him in?

  He kissed me...down there!...through my panties! The warmth of his breath stayed close and warm on the material of my panties which were being doused with my desire. There was something so sensual about that, my juices flowed so heavily I was sure my panties had to be soaked. Would he go down on me? Wet like this? Would it be like I read about in my erotic novels and like what I’d seen on the Internet? Would he kiss me there the way Devin never would?

  Lois! Relax and see what happens. Leave Devin out of this.

  He lowered my panties and inhaled deeply. Oh, god! I should have shaved last night! “The web says that most men like a shaved puss,” she I blurted out in panic “but I didn’t do it yet.”

  “What were you doing on the Internet looking for shaved pussies”, he examined?

  “I’m in PR, you know, and I was just trying to be what you want.”

  “Oh, baby……”

  He opened my lips, his fingers on me soft and sure as though he knew exactly what he was doing. My clitoris rose high within the petals, still hooded but standing straight up. I swallowed hard, bracing myself for whatever was coming.

  “Are you all right?” Slade raised his eyes to mine and in them I saw passion, raw and ready. Was he as ready as I was, as eager to taste me as I was to taste him?

  I swallowed hard again. “Yes. Better than all right,” I answered in a whisper that escaped from between my teeth and relaxed into the bed, my head supported by a new soft, firm pillow. The mattress was new, too.

  He spread me apart, lowered his head and pulled my clit between his lips lifting my right leg and putting it over his shoulder so that he had complete control. He sucked, very softly, making little tugging motions, and licked lightly. I thought I would lose it. Nothing so divine had ever happened to my body before and I couldn’t stop the sounds that came from deep inside my throat. This spurred him on and he changed the direction of his tongue flicking. He almost put me into a state something like meditation, somewhere on a differing plane from where I’d awakened that morning.

  “Oh...Slade...” the words came out of somewhere inside me I had never accessed before. My hips rose to meet him and I took his head in my hands. He was driving me crazy, treating my hardening clitoris like I would treat his penis. Sucking, sucking, sucking, until...until...

  “Slade, oh, god, Slade...”

  He slipped two fingers inside me, moving them in and out in a slow, torturous rhythm, like he was beckoning that certain part of me to come to him,. He continued to suck and slide two fingers in and out of my slick slit until the world exploded beneath me, beside me, inside me. I couldn’t think straight. I’d never been taken to this place, this place where nothing but pleasure existed, nothing existed in the whole world but his lips and tongue and what they were doing to me.

  It was like I left my body, yet stayed so attached to it that I felt like I would lose my mind. My body shook with the release, the orgasmic delicious orgasm he’d coaxed my body into. I’d never, ever experienced this, or anything like it.

  When I finally came back to earth I rolled over onto my stomach next to him where he laid on his back.

  Now, I went for Slade, starving for him as I removed his clothes while he lay beside me on my bed. I unbuttoned his uniform shirt, nuzzling his chest, biting his nipples, just as I’d read about. He took in a sudden breath and let it out slowly.

  My hands moved quickly to free his very hard dick from the confines of his uniform trousers. He lifted his hips and I managed to pull his pants down over his long, perfectly shaped thighs and calves. Every part of him was male perfection, his scent, his smile, his essence, his touch, all of it remarkable.

  From my place down around his ankles where I’d just dropped his uniform pants on the floor I looked up to see his manhood standing tall and hard. My eyes traveled up to meet his. We were locked in some feeling that I couldn’t explain but didn’t want to lose.

  Finally my eyes traveled back down his beautiful body. His hard member waited for my kiss which was now all I could think of. Without another thought I found myself on my knees between his legs and my tongue flicked out to run around that gloriously hard and now the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. When my tongue touched his penis head and then right under it where it attached to the shaft, I heard his intake of breath.

  Smiling to myself because I knew I was doing something right to please him and oh, I did so want to please him, I looked straight into his half-closed eyes again. Then quickly as if I was sucking a dripping popsicle I ran my perfectly formed “O” of a mouth over the head bringing my left hand up to the base of the shaft. Suction was something I wasn’t even worrying about right now because I didn’t think I was doing it too hard by the sounds coming from the man I so wanted to please.

  My mouth pushed down as far as I could without gagging but was still unable to get all of his ample sex in my mouth. Gauging how much farther almost made me have an intake of breath as instantly as he just had. My left hand was still probably a fist away.

  Should I be thinking of this when I’m giving him oral sex? The Internet didn’t say anything about this.

  Oh god, he tasted good.

  I popped my mouth off his penis and looked into his eyes again. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul and right then I believed it. His looks and the sounds coming from him encouraged me to continue my adoration of his manhood.

  I’d read something about a place between his testicles and his anus that would bring him extreme pleasure when I touched it while loving his penis. Well why not? What did I have to lose?

  With my left hand still holding and pumping up and down on his dick I let my right hand find the spot I’d learned about the night before. My middle finger started the fine massage around that area and to my surprise I felt the spot I was supposed to find. It was as if it was looking for my finger.

  Upon further inspection of the head of his penis I noticed a dewy drop of moisture which I’d seen before in my bathroom the first day we’d met. It was irresistibl
e. I had to taste it and I did by running my tongue over and lapping it up. I took the time to savor the semi-liquid. God, he tasted good stayed rattling round in my mind.

  I could stand it no longer so I brought my mouth up to the head again and quickly sucked the head of his dick and then let it fill my mouth. In an up-and-down motion I worked my hands and mouth to make sure Slade would remember this day.

  His legs began to tense around my shoulders as his breathing became quickened. I was getting hotter and hotter. I thought I’d come again from the pleasure I was giving him. It flitted through my mind how could this make me hot but only for a second because I knew he was about to explode and I wasn’t so sure I wouldn’t be right behind him. Whereas I’d wondered before if I could allow him to come in my mouth I now didn’t even give it a thought. All I could think about was the pleasure I was giving him and in retrospect was gaining myself.

  Working in the same slow rhythm I continued to love every part of him just as I’d been doing and felt his hips start to arch up toward my mouth as if he were trying to make sure I wouldn’t leave him and I knew in my heart I wasn’t.

  Slade began moaning a deep guttural utterance that made me even hotter knowing I was in complete control over his pleasure. I wanted him to shoot right then. Not surprisingly he did.

  The liquid pumped into my mouth but not so much that I would gag. Instead his orgasm continued to pump out giving me the time to swallow. The thought occurred that I’m one of the “good girls” those men on the web talked about and the feeling was incredible. It felt so good knowing I’d pleased my man. That was a power not much could describe.

  Without a thought I climbed up his body and kissed him searching his mouth with my tongue. The feeling was overwhelming. Our kiss was just what I needed to top off this wondrous experience. Rolling over to my elbows I glanced at Slade.

  “God, that was wonderful.” The words came out on a sigh as I laid bed. Slade cradled me close next to him.

  “Yes, it was,” he answered. I could tell his eyes were closed. I closed mine, too.

  “What are we doing?” I asked the question I’d thought since the day I met Slade.

  He stayed silent. I shifted in his arms.

  “Be still. I’m thinking,” he said and pulled me closer. “It’s a serious question.”

  “You don’t have to answer. Wait. Yeah, you really do. I mean, as wonderful as this is, it’s...not something I do.”

  Slade raised himself on one elbow. “And you think I do?”

  I shot straight up out of the bed.

  “No! No, I told you that’s not what I think. I just wonder what we’re doing,” I managed without looking away or stuttering. I wanted an answer because I had no idea what the hell I was doing.

  “We are enjoying one another. Getting to know one another,” he began.

  “And what do you know about me?” I couldn’t help but ask because what did he know about me? I knew nothing, not one thing, about him!

  “I know you’re different.” He stopped. “Yeah, it’s the oldest line in the book, but it is what it is. You are what you are, and I like it. You are very different,” he said and leaned closer, our faces so, so close. I could feel his breath, warm and sweet on my cheek. I swallowed hard.

  “Different how? I really want to understand, Slade. You have to admit this is quite the strange situation we’ve gotten ourselves in.”

  He nodded. “Yes, and we did get ourselves into it. Do you still want it? I know you’re dealing with an ex right now. If this is too much, too soon, too weird, I will accept that. If not, I want to get to really know you.” He got up and walked over to the dresser and watched me in the mirror as he spoke, then turned to look at me.

  He had his bare ass perched on the edge of the mahogany dresser my mother gave me years ago. It had been in the family for years, but the truth was it was a clunker and no body wanted it but me. My, what an excellent enhancement Slade’s muscular butt was to the piece. Arms folded across his broad, tan chest, legs crossed at the ankles, he made me wet again.

  “What?” he asked, shaking me out of my complete immersion into the vision he was.

  “You’re just so handsome, and sexy,” I said, looking him straight in the eye and not the slightest bit embarrassed. What could he possibly see in me?

  “Thank you, Lois. That means a lot coming from a beautiful woman like you,” he returned. God, I could swear he was sincere, standing there so sexy, his hair tussled, lips swollen from my kisses. I had to look away.

  “I’m, well...I’m not –”

  “You’re beautiful. I’m not going to listen to you put yourself down anymore.”

  “What do you see in me?” I asked, so totally bumfuzzled.

  “I see in you someone I want to get to know better. I don’t know what the hell happened. I just know that I think about you, about seeing you, being with you, a lot. It’s true. We don’t know a damn thing about one another. That doesn’t bother me because I’m going to get to know you better each time I see you. And I want to see you often,” he finished, looking me full in the face, his voice serious, words spoken in a low murmur from where he leaned against the dresser.

  He kept looking at me, waiting for a response. When I didn’t give him one he asked, “What do you see in me? Like you said, this is a strange deal we’ve got here.” He paused and looked around my bedroom, then back at me, uncrossing his arms and leaning the heel of his hands on the dresser. “What would a respectable, obviously successful, completely sexy woman like you see in a motorcycle cop like me? Am I just a rebound distraction because your marriage ended?”

  I flew up into a sitting position and slapped my hands on the new mattress I’d bought the month before as a start to my Journey of Change. “No! That’s not what you are.! Not at all! It’s been five months.! And I’ve worked very hard to get where I am right now. To this minute, actually.” The last words rolled out of me, sure and steady. He had to understand how far I’d come.

  “Really? Are you sure? Because I’m not jumping into anything that’s gonna hurt you or me. I do have feelings, too.” The words came softly, but held his firm meaning. He was completely serious. My spirit lightened.

  He’d moved back to the bed by the time he finished his words. My heart made frantic, pounding hits against my chest. I’d never really looked at this from his position, how I must seem while going through a divorce. A divorce I hadn’t wanted. Desperate for someone to find me attractive.

  “Oh, god, Slade, I’m so sorry. I know you’re tired of hearing me put myself down. And,” I took a moment, “and I’m ready to move forward. With you,” I added and smiled up at him through misty eyes. He leaned over me and let his lips press softly against mine, and pulled back with a little smack.

  We lay down together slowly, the room was quiet and there was such a sense of peace. He wrapped his arms around me, spooning and we cuddled close.

  “I want to date you, Lois.”

  “Me, too,” I said and snuggled closer into him.

  “So, you don’t feel awkward about us? In any way? I know this is very new for you. It’s new for me, too,,” he added and let his finger follow the edge of my face from hairline to chin.

  “No, I don’t feel awkward. And I do know it’s new for both of us.

  “Do you ...?” I started, then lost my nerve.

  “What? Ask me anything, Lois,” he prompted and out of the corner of my eye I saw him moisten his full lips.

  I pushed myself up on the bed and leaned back on my hands, arms braced. “Do you like a shaved,” I let the sentence hang and nodded to my pussy.

  He lifted his brows and a pleasured expression etched his face. “Why, yes, I like that, but it’s not something I have to have.” He grinned an amused little grin. He had made it quite clear a little hair down there wouldn’t get in his way.

  “Would you shave me?” I asked and twirled a lock of his hair around my forefinger. How many women had he shaved?

  “Of cou
rse I will. Would you like that now?” He stood and smiled down at me, totally at the ready for what ever I wanted.

  “Now would be perfect,” I purred and looked at him through feathery eyelashes. He leaned down, kissed me lightly. I watched as he turned and walked into the bathroom his gait one of confidence, comfort. He was comfortable in my home!

  The sound of water being run into my huge, marble soaker tub echoed from the bathroom. I followed the soothing noise. Light filtered in through the high windows in the bathroom casting dancing shadows from the neighbor’s tree across the floor. The setting was one that would work for a luxurious scene. Light and airy with an extremely hot guy in its midst.

  “Are you finding everything you need?” I asked as I entered the bathroom, a sexy little sapphire blue see-through cover draped over my shoulders like a shawl.

  From where he sat on the side of the tub, he nodded down at the towels, cup, shave cream soap, and razor sitting on the floor near his feet. His lips parted slightly when he held his hand out to me and I gave it to him. He stood and removed the sexy little shawl from me, letting it drift to the floor, forgotten. Taking my hand again Slade stepped into the quickly filling tub, steam floating around him, and me as he pulled me in.

  He motioned for me to be still as he made sure I noticed him dropping the razor into the water. “It’ll make the shaving easier and you won’t get red bumps,” he explained. I stood and he began lathering me from shoulders to thighs, paying special attention to the very hairy mound between my legs. The one my ex found disgusting...

  “Nice bush, a ginger bush,” Slade said as he soaped it up and grinned at me. His eyes were veiled through his lashes, but I could see the lust in them. Lust for me! A man like this!

  “You like it?” I asked, never more surprised.

  “Yes, I do, but we’ll shave it and let you see how you like that if you really want to try wearing it that way.”

  “I do, just for the heck of it,” I answered, mesmerized by this man sitting in my soaker tub. With me.