The Delve Duet

by Jacob Chance

  Once she was inside I came back to her apartment to explore. I picked the lock like it was child’s play. Her lack of concern for her own safety is mind boggling.

  I slowly stroll around on my shoeless feet. I peer inside her fridge to see what kind of foods she prefers. There are pizza boxes and Chinese takeout cartons stacked on the shelves. There’s a six pack of my favorite kind of beer. She eats like a bachelor. I smile while I think of how her toned body is fueled by some of my favorite foods. I’m glad she’s not one of those women who won’t eat. I grab a slice of pizza out of the box and sit down on her couch. Cold pizza is so fucking good. I look around the space and imagine what it’ll be like when we’re finally together. We can binge watch our favorite shows and cuddle under her blue blanket. Of course, all that cuddling will lead to her wanting to suck my cock. I can’t wait to make her deep-throat me. I love the sound of a woman gagging on my dick. There’s nothing fucking sexier than seeing tears run down a woman’s cheeks because she’s got your cock lodged in the back of her throat. I’m hard from just thinking about it. I can only imagine how her mouth will feel sucking all the come from me, what her big eyes will look like staring up at me. I push the last bite of pizza crust into my mouth and wipe my hands on my pants. I stand up, walk toward the door and slip my shoes back on. I pause, my hand on the knob and take a final look around. I smile.

  Soon there will be no secrets between us.

  Chapter Seven

  Derek

  Another week has passed by and I haven’t seen or heard from Kenna at all. Not that I expected her to call me. She would never do that. I found out from Kyle that she’s going to be at Quake tonight and my plan is to be there too. Seven years is long enough to wait; I’m taking her home with me tonight.

  I roll up the cuffs of my black button-down shirt and strap on the silver wrist watch my parents gave me for my twenty-first birthday. When my dad handed me the box he said, “now that you’re officially a man, it’s time to act like one.” At the time, I was annoyed by what he said and thought he was criticizing me, but now I look at it as a reminder. Life is short and we should go after what we want. Maybe that’s why I’m going after Kenna tonight. I’ve put this off as long as I can. This thing between us isn’t going away on its own. It’s time to force its hand and see what happens.

  I glance down at my watch. I don’t wear it often. I’m not really the kind of guy who likes getting dressed up. Jeans and a collared shirt are about as good as it gets. I lace up my black boots; practicality winning out over the need to impress Kenna. You never know when shit might go down and boots come in handy in a fight. Especially if the odds aren’t in your favor.

  I arrive at Quake and immediately my gaze locks on Kenna. It’s like I can sense her wherever she is. My body is always attuned to her; like she gives off some subtle signal and it somehow registers in me. I don’t know how it works, only that it’s always been this way. I have no explanation for it, I’ve never experienced it with anyone but her.

  I make my way through the crowd and up to the bar. I need a drink before I deal with my Leoncita. I’m strung tight right now and anything she could say has the potential to make me snap. I order a rum and coke and my eyes return to her. She’s sitting at a table with Robert and Lana. I smile, proud that she’s sitting with her back against the wall. Kyle’s taught her well.

  The bartender sets my drink down on the bar in front of me. I throw a twenty-dollar bill down and signal for one more rum and coke. I make short work of my drink as I glance around the club. There are a lot of people here tonight and I’m not really a big fan of large crowds. I set the empty glass down as my refill is handed to me. I turn around and take one more sip before I begin to walk in Kenna’s direction. She doesn’t notice me at first, but when I’m about twenty feet away her head turns as if she can sense me. It just confirms what I already suspected. She feels it too. Her eyes get wide when she first sees me and even in the dim lighting I notice her cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink. Each step that brings me closer to her makes my heart pound faster. When I finally stand next to her it appears it’s going to leap from my chest. I smile at her. I can’t hold it in.

  “Hi.”

  “Hi. What are you doing here? Are you on a date?” A fleeting glimpse of distress passes over her face.

  “No.” I rush to reassure her. “I came to see you.” I sit in the vacant seat in the booth beside her and turn to face her. “I want you to come home with me tonight…no that’s not what I meant.” Her eyebrows are drawn together and there’s a little worry wrinkle between them that’s adorable.

  “You don’t want me to come home with you?” she questions.

  “No,” I shake my head. Fuck. This is not going how I planned. She makes it difficult for me to think straight. “I do want you to, but that’s not all I want. I want to sit here and enjoy your company and at the end of the night I want you to come home with me.” I cover her hand resting on her leg with mine and squeeze it.

  She glances at my hand holding hers and then her eyes rise to meet mine. “I don’t need to wait. Let’s go.” She shyly smiles at me. I’m so stunned by what she just said it takes a moment to register.

  “You want to leave with me now?” I question. She nods her head. “You want to come back to my house with me?” She nods again and smiles. I lean in and caress her cheek. “You know that once we get there I’m going to strip you naked and fuck you harder than you ever have been?”

  “Yes,” she whispers. I grab her hand and tug her out of the booth with me.

  “Wait.” She leans over to speak with Lana and Robert for a minute. They both nod in agreement at whatever she said.

  I squeeze her hand. “Are we all set?” She smiles and grabs our clasped hands with her free one, hugging my arm to her chest.

  I glance back at Robert and Lana. “Are you two all set or do you need a ride home?”

  Lana smiles at me and winks. “We’re all set and don’t worry. If anyone asks, I didn’t see her leave with you. See you at work on Monday, boss.”

  I practically jog out of there, towing Kenna along with me. She giggles as she struggles to keep up with my long stride. When we get to my car in the parking lot I press her back against it and place my forehead on hers. “I want to kiss you so bad right now, but I know once I start, I won’t be able to stop.” I close my eyes and enjoy the teasing sensation of her breath on my lips. It would be so easy to give in and swallow her lips with mine, but I don’t want our first time to be in the back seat of my car. She deserves so much more than that. She deserves to be worshipped like the deity she is and soon I’ll be tasting every fucking inch of her delectable body. I can’t fucking wait.

  The ten-minute drive back to my house passes in a haze of sexual tension. I’m surprised I can focus on driving now that I know I’ll be buried inside her soon. Once the car is parked safely in my driveway, Kenna doesn’t even give me a chance to go around and open her door. She’s out her side in a flash. I smile. My girl’s as eager as I am and she is my girl for tonight. I don’t know what will happen with us after this, but for tonight, she belongs to me.

  I grab her hand in mine and we hurry to the back entrance of my house. Once we’re inside I slam the door behind us and flip the lock. When I turn around and see her standing there staring at me with her big whiskey eyes, it’s on. My mouth is on hers immediately, ravaging every part. I can’t get enough of her taste or her tongue. My hands grip the sides of her head holding her in place while my lips hungrily devour hers. Little breathless moans are leaving her, passing into my mouth; making it damn near impossible for me to take my time with her. I reach around her back and tug on the zipper in the middle of her dress. The sound it makes resonates through the quiet of my entryway. I pull away from her lips and watch as she slips her arms from the sleeves and pushes the material down over her hips. The dress lands on the hardwood floor in a black pool at her feet, before she steps out of it. I inhale when she reaches behind her and u
nhooks her bra and all the air leaves me when she lets the lacy garment fall to the floor. I hold her an arm’s distance from me and take her in. My eyes wander over her enticing form from her black high heels to her sheer, black thigh-high pantyhose-encased legs. Jesus. Her legs are long and lean – sexier than any I’ve ever seen. My gaze continues its upward journey to her tiny, black lace panties moving over the gentle curve of her stomach and finishing on her mouth-watering breasts.

  “Goddamn, you’re gorgeous.” I need to see her ass. “Turn around.” I order. She smoothly pivots, I lose my breath when I catch sight of the thin strip of black lace that disappears between her ass cheeks. “Walk,” I demand, my eyes focused on her ass as she moves away from me. The way it jiggles in her thong has me rubbing my hand over my cock. I follow behind her until we come to the staircase that leads to the second floor where my bedroom is. I spin her around to face me and throw her over my shoulder.

  She squeals. “Derek! What are you doing?” She wiggles around in my hold.

  I slap her ass. “Hold still. I’m taking you to my bed the fastest way possible.” She giggles and slides her hands down into the back pockets of my jeans. She squeezes both of my ass cheeks.

  “Nice and firm.” I slap her ass again and she gasps. I take the stairs with her draped over my shoulder; one hand holding the back of her legs and the other hand running over the curves of her ass. I don’t stop moving until I reach the side of my bed where I place her down on her back. I reach over, turning on the lamp beside my bed. I want to see every inch of her so I can always remember this night.

  She looks up at me, a gentle smile on her lips. I hook a finger in each side of her panties and quickly pull them off, dropping them to the floor. I caress her thigh, my fingers teasing along the top band of her hose, before rolling them all the way off her adorable red painted toes. I repeat the same motion on her other leg and drop the discarded clothing in the pile of her undergarments on the floor. I bend down, unlace my boots and remove them along with my socks. I pull my shirt off and move to the button on my jeans. She stares at my hands as I pull my zipper down and when I push my pants and boxers to the floor, stepping out of them, her eyes go wide. I stand there and let her study me. I want her to see what she does to me – what she’s been doing to me for seven years now. I climb on the bed and lower myself onto her. We both groan; the sensation of our bare skin touching for the first time is better than I imagined.

  I can’t believe she’s here with me. I’ve fantasized about this so many times, but never thought it would happen. Now that we’re in the moment I want to take my time and make her come, over and over. If this night is all we get, I’m going to make damn sure she never forgets it.

  I brace myself with my forearm on the bed and slowly glide the palm of my other hand up the middle of her smooth stomach, between her breasts, to cup the front of her neck. The skin on the back of my hand is dark against her throat, reminding me why tonight is all we’ll have. She’s the light to my darkness and she deserves so much more than I can ever give her. Her pulse flutters wildly beneath my fingers and her eyes never leave mine when I slide my hand around to hold the nape of her neck. I lean down and brush my lips against hers, barely making contact. I brush them again and suck her upper lip between mine.

  She grips my hair with her fingers and I tease the inside of her lip with my tongue. Her hips raise seeking contact with mine. She’s greedy for my cock and knowing that is such a fucking turn on. I want to teach her a lesson in patience, but this moment has been building for seven long years. I’m barely hanging on to my restraint now. Thinking about how close I am to being buried in her tight pussy has me fighting the urge to thrust inside her now.

  My tongue slips inside her mouth and when she meets it with hers I slide my cock back and forth along her hot, wet slit. Jesus. I’m wired so tight, just doing that a few more times could make me come.

  I moan when she reaches down and grips me with her hand. She strokes up and down my length and I tear my mouth from hers. I drop my forehead to hers and focus on the immeasurable pleasure she’s making me feel. If she doesn’t stop, this will be over before it’s even begun. I pull her hand away and roll us over, ending with her on top of me. She straddles me and I grip her hips with my hands. “Get up here. I want your pussy on my mouth.” I lift her and set her down on my face. She leans forward gripping the headboard as she rolls her cunt back and forth along my tongue. I hum from the sweet taste of her and she gasps when I slip two fingers inside her. I suck her clit into my mouth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue and then use the underside to swipe back and forth across it.

  “Derek,” she moans, rocking against my mouth and fingers. Her head is thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut and her bottom lip is clenched between her teeth. I dip the middle finger of my other hand in her juices and then move back to circle her tight little hole. Her eyes fly open and lock onto mine.

  I can feel her tense up. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you,” I say, my lips against her clit. I push the tip of my finger in. She’s so tight. When I pull it back out I gather some more of her wetness. “Let me in Leoncita.” I slide my finger all the way inside her. She whimpers and thrusts her pussy against my mouth. “I know what you want.” I teasingly draw circles around her clit with my tongue. “Does your greedy little cunt want me to make it come?”

  “Yes. God yes,” She cups both her tits in her hands and arches her back. I hook my fingers inside her pussy, wiggling them back and forth while I continue to finger-fuck her tight ass. I pull her engorged clit into my mouth with my lips and suck with enough force to make her gasp. I keep up the pressure even though I know it’s borderline painful for her; pushing past her limit, increasing her pleasure. She whimpers and rocks into my mouth. I rake my teeth gently over her clit and it sends her over the edge. I can feel my fingers being squeezed with the tremors of her orgasm. I let her ride it out before I flip her onto her back and settle between her legs.

  “I’m going to take this pussy now. Are you on birth control?” I ask. She nods her head.

  “Yes, I’m on the pill.”

  “I just had a physical and I got a clean bill of health. I want to take you without a condom. I’ve waited seven years for this and I want to feel every bit of you.”

  “Yes. Please,” she moans. That’s all it takes before I line my dick up and thrust all the way inside her.

  Fuck. She’s so hot and tight. Being inside her is better than I’ve ever imagined – better than anything I’ve experienced before. I pull back and thrust in again. We both moan. I lean down until her tits are pressed against my chest and I’m resting on both of my forearms. My hands are cupping both sides of her head and our eyes are locked on each other as I slowly make love to her. I wanted to fuck her fast and hard, but I can’t right now. I need to draw this out and savor every moment of being sheathed in her tight walls. This feeling is indescribable and I never want it to end. She wraps her legs around my hips and uses her heels to pull me into her.

  “You want me to fuck you harder?” I ask, picking up the pace. I slam into her repeatedly, burying myself balls-deep each time. Jesus. This is prime pussy and I know it’ll never be like this with anyone else. She’s the only one who can do this to me. Too bad the odds are so stacked against us. I grip both sides of her head lost in my desperation and pound into her deeper and deeper. “You’re never going to forget what it feels like to have my cock owning your pussy,” I growl in her ear. I slide one hand down her stomach, hook my finger on her clit and draw circles around it. My hips move faster and faster as I thrust harder and deeper with every stroke. I squeeze her clit, gently pinching it between my fingers and she unravels around my cock with a scream. Being squeezed tightly inside her cunt is pure ecstasy and the sensation is too much for me. An orgasm like I’ve never experienced before slams into me and has me groaning out her name.

  I collapse onto her, my face buried in her neck and breathe harshly next to her ear. Her fingers trail up a
nd down my back and I can feel the bite of her nails on my skin. Once my breathing has calmed I raise my head and look down at Kenna. She stares up at me wide eyed. I wish I knew what was going on in her head right now. I reluctantly leave the warm haven of her pussy and roll to the side of her, laying on my back.

  “Come here.” I hold my arm up so she can cuddle on my chest. I’ve never done this before and though it’s new to me, I like having her lying on me. I could get used to this – but I can’t. One night is all we get – all we’ll ever have. There’s no happy ending to this scenario, but maybe after this we’ll be able to be near one another without wanting to tear each other’s clothes off.

  It’s early morning when I open my eyes. I’m wrapped around Kenna, my face buried in the softness of her long tresses. She fits in my arms perfectly, like I somehow always knew she would, like she’s made for me. I tell myself not to think about how she’ll be leaving soon and she’ll never be here like this again. I wish I could freeze time or at least slow it down. I’m not ready for our night to be over. Our only night.

  I pull my comforter over us and wrap my hand around her inner thigh. My thumb is just shy of her pussy, but I imagine I can feel the heat of her on my skin. I close my eyes and focus on every single detail of having her in my arms. She’s using my bicep as a pillow and my arm is wrapped around her chest, my left hand is cupping the fullness of her right breast. Both of her hands lie on my arm as if she’s holding it in place. Her ass is pushed back, my morning hard-on snugly cradled between her cheeks. Her legs are tangled with mine. Their silken length resting against me is the best torture I’ve ever had to endure.

  In the future I, can call up this memory whenever I find myself longing for her. I’ll be the cliché guy haunted by memories of the one he let get away and hating himself for it.