But...But...
"I get it," the sexy voice continued. "I did misread you. But not completely."
The next thing I knew, she was kneeling next to me while she unbuttoned my jeans.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"I thought you'd want to drive. But it's okay. I can."
I about jumped out of my skin, banging my head on the garbage disposal.
"Shit!"
"Are you okay?"
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away as I slid back out from under the sink.
"Ouch. Oh. You like it rough, huh?"
"How I like it is none of your business! I'm here to do a job. I'd appreciate it if you'd let me do it."
"I'd appreciate it if you'd let me do you," she replied, allowing her gaze to travel the length of my body, stopping momentarily to stare at my crotch.
"Look. I was sent to fix your sink."
She pouted. What the hell was that? Who can resist a pout? Her full lower lip protruded slightly, daring me not to suck it. I told myself to be strong.
"Will you please leave me alone?"
Apparently, that was too much to ask. She smoothly unwrapped her towel and dropped it. She stepped over so she straddled my face, her pussy wide open above me. Unable to take my eyes off her, I swallowed hard, my resolve wavering. She placed two long, perfectly manicured fingers on either side of her protruding clit, urging it to grow even more. She rubbed it slowly. Painstakingly slowly. She slid her fingers lower and slipped them inside her cunt. How was I supposed to maintain? I had had all I could stand when she brought her long fingers to her mouth and sucked her own juices off them. I sat up and buried my face between her legs, licking the length of her, sucking on her hard clit.
Placing my hands on her hips, I lowered the sexy stranger to my lap and kissed her hard, snaking my tongue into her mouth without waiting for an invitation. I knew all my pent-up frustrations were evident in that kiss. I didn't care. I kissed her with complete abandon, and she returned the kiss in kind; our tongues danced wildly together, moving the way I wanted them to move elsewhere on her. I wanted her and was going to have her. Right then and there.
She ran her fingers through my short black hair while my hands tangled in her long, thick, wavy brown hair before I slid them down her back, easing her to the floor. While I lay on her, I trailed my hand all over her body--down her side, down her thigh, up her stomach--until it came to rest on one large, firm breast.
I caressed her tenderly at first, running my hand all over the voluptuous mound. Breaking the kiss, I lowered my mouth to her rigid nipple and teased it with my lips. I finally closed over it and sucked it hard into my mouth while my free hand pinched her other tit. She was so well endowed that I was able to squeeze both breasts together and suck first one, then the other nipple before taking them both into my mouth at once. I felt her hands on the back of my head, encouraging me to continue.
She let out a moan as I brought my knee up and pressed it into her hot cunt. She spread her legs wider before wrapping them around my thigh and rubbing hard against me. I could feel how wet she was, even through my jeans. I pressed harder into her. Her hands moved to my jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling my shirttails out. I shrugged my shoulders out of my shirt.
I released her nipple so I could take my undershirt off and watched as she closed her mouth on my small, pert breast and tugged on my nipple ring. The sensations sent shockwaves between my legs. She closed her eyes and sucked on the ring. I could tell she was enjoying it as much as I was. I slid my hand between hers, teasing her pussy while I pressed my palm into her swollen clit. She was so wet and so ready for me. I turned my hand over and rubbed the back of it against her lips, coating it with her juices. I turned my hand back over again and slid two fingers inside her tight cunt. It welcomed my fingers, sucking me in deeper as she bucked her hips encouraging me. I slid another one in and she took it in stride.
We kissed again, and without letting my fingers go, she rolled on top of me. She looked so hot straddling me, bouncing on my fingers. She finished unbuttoning my jeans, and I heard her gasp her pleasure when my cock sprung free. Talented as she was, she moved up my belly until she pressed her clit into the head of the dildo. I watched her rub against it as I slid another finger inside.
After several minutes of fucking her with my four fingers, I slid my fingers out and steadied her hips as we positioned her over the tip of my cock. She lowered herself down, taking the dildo all the way inside. Rotating her hips, she rubbed her wet cunt on me, while pressing the base hard into my clit.
The sight of her riding me incited me even further. Reaching out, I took her breasts in my hands, running my thumbs over her erect pink nipples. She bent over, resting on her hands, and lifted her hips to allow the cock to slide partway out. Straining my neck, I sucked one of her enormous tits into my mouth. I arched my hips and she slid back down, taking the dildo deep again.
By this time, I was teetering closer to the edge than I cared to be. Seeing my cock buried all the way inside her, listening to it slide in and out, threatened to make me short-circuit and lose all ability to think. I wasn't ready for that. At least not yet.
I slid my hand between the two of us and rubbed her rock hard clit. She bobbed faster and harder on my dong, pushing the base into me with ever greater insistence. The pressure against my clit, the sight of her tits flopping as she moved faster up and down, and the sound were combining to make me dizzy. My mind clouded over as the orgasm threatened to tear through me. I'm too butch to come first. It's always ladies first in my world. I fought hard to wait my turn.
Finally, she screamed out as her clit pulsed madly under my fingers. Accepting that as permission, I gave myself over to the waves of the climax and crashed through that invisible wall with a force that shook me to my very core. The orgasms flowed over us as our hips continued to buck and our juices ran together until, totally exhausted, she collapsed forward on me. We lay nipple to nipple, completely spent.
I have no idea how long we stayed like that, but I finally roused her. "I still have to fix your sink."
"And I still have to get ready for my lunch date."
"So maybe you should climb off now."
She removed herself from my cock and stood looking down at me.
"I'm going to go take another shower."
"Enjoy," I told her, starting to put myself back together.
"You know, the fixtures in there might need some attention, too," she called over her shoulder as she walked down the hall.
I looked at the sink and then at her receding form.
"Don't forget your tool!" she said, turning into the bathroom.
How could I resist? I stripped my jeans off so my tool was all I was wearing and joined her in the shower. I knew that sink wasn't going anywhere. And after all, isn't customer satisfaction goal number one?
Smolder
by Georgia Beers
I'M BURNING.
From the inside out, I feel like I'm on fire. It's been this way for my entire shift. I've been doing a slow burn for nearly twelve hours, the heat and intensity only increasing as time passed. It's been almost painful.
It isn't my fault. This physical distraction that has suddenly begun to appear more often than I care to admit is not my fault; it's hers. I didn't plan on her, I didn't expect her, and I certainly didn't ask for her, but suddenly there she was. That sweet voice, those shining blue eyes, that perpetual smile...I was lost immediately. Who could blame me? She's stunning. Everything about her is stunning and in a heartbeat, she owned me.
And now, I swear to God she's turned me into a nymphomaniac. I know it sounds ridiculous, but there's no other way to describe what's happened to me since she came into my life. Nobody has had such a physical affect on me before. Nobody. Not ever. Sometimes, the intensity of my desire for her scares the hell out of me.
I've been on the night shift all week working on an install, so our schedules haven't meshed in several days. W
e don't live together--something I hope will change soon--and we've hardly been able to catch even a minute on the phone with one another. By the time I get home and fall into bed, she's on her way to her office. By the time I wake up and call her, she's beyond lunch, and if we're lucky, we can squeeze in dinner together before I have to go to work and the cycle starts all over again.
As I head home, I contemplate our conflicting schedules, stifling a yawn as I realize it's barely the break of dawn. We've been apart far too many days now, and the need I have to touch her is like a physical ache in my stomach, refusing to allow me a moment's peace. Before I realize what I'm doing, I crank my steering wheel to the right, pointing my car away from my own home, another destination in mind. I smile mischievously. She'll be surprised to see me. She's only been up for a short time, and she won't expect to hear from me until later this afternoon.
I pull the car to a stop in front of her small colonial house just as the sun begins to peek over the horizon. Her Subaru is parked in the driveway and there's a light on in her bedroom window. I breathe in slowly, exhale calmly, closing my eyes and imagining. The heat is still there, smoldering deep within me and I can feel her. I can taste her. I can smell her in my mind, just as I have for my entire shift. I've thought of nothing all night long but of having her.
I let myself in with the key she gave me, dropping my coat and bag carelessly on the floor in the foyer. Now is not the time for neatness. I need her.
"Hello?" I call out, not wanting to startle her by sneaking up on her.
I hear movement above my head, then her happily surprised voice from the top of the stairs. "Honey? Is that you? Hi! What are you doing here?"
I follow her voice and step to the bottom of the staircase. When I look up and see her standing at the top, my breath stops in my lungs. Simply stops. She is a vision.
She's obviously just gotten out of the shower. Her wavy, blonde hair is still wet, cascading past her shoulders in damp waves. The sash to her pink, silk robe is knotted very loosely around her waist, and the light from the bedroom illuminates her from behind so her naked silhouette is clearly visible to me through the sheerness of the fabric. She is barefoot and she smiles, though her eyes blink sleepily; she's not really a morning person. I remember to breathe again, though my mouth remains dry as I take in the sight of her--so much better in real life than the fantasies I've been having all night. The heat within me intensifies.
"Babe? Is everything all right?" She cocks her head slightly, and her expression shows concern at my silence. She starts down the steps as I start up, and we end up meeting on the landing. One look in my eyes, and she realizes exactly what's going on. I don't know if that makes me predictable, but she blushes hotly nonetheless. Pink is an amazingly sexy color on her.
If it had, by any chance, crossed her mind to escape me, she wouldn't have had the opportunity. I am on her immediately-- no warning, no small talk, no words at all. Her surprised intake of breath is cut short by my mouth as I claim hers.
We've been here before, done this before, and we'll do it again many times. She seems to understand this need that she's uncovered in me. Instead of allowing me to be embarrassed by it, she has helped me to embrace it, to follow it when it summons me. It's ironic, she being my first and all. You would think that with me being new to this lifestyle and her having been out for ten years, I'd be following her lead, especially in the bedroom. But, she's let me set the pace from our very first night together. I think she likes it this way. I know I do.
She has never rebuffed me, not once. This leads me to believe that maybe she needs this push and pull, this give and take, as much as I do. Even now, she responds to me immediately and moans, her soft lips parting, allowing, inviting my seeking tongue into her warm mouth. This, of course, only stokes the fire burning inside me, and I grasp the sides of her head, plunging in more deeply, wanting to taste her very soul.
She tries to say something, but I keep kissing her and don't let her speak. I know she wants to say that maybe we'd be more comfortable, not to mention safer, in the bed, but that's not going to happen. I want her right here, right now, right where we are. Wrenching away from her mouth, I push her against the wall. One simple yank, and her robe falls open, revealing the most glorious expanse of creamy, white skin on which I've ever had the privilege of laying eyes.
"God, you're beautiful," I whisper, filling each of my hands with a soft, pliable mound of flesh. She's heard it before. I tell her every chance I get. But, each time I see her nude form, I feel like it's the first time. My heart pounds, my blood races, and I need to touch her.
"For you," she replies, then gasps as I close my mouth over her nipple, fondling the other one with my thumb. I feel her fingers slide into my hair, and she kisses the top of my head.
"I have been thinking about you all night," I tell her between flicks of my tongue.
"All night?" she manages, though her breathing is a little ragged.
"All night. You have no idea." I scrape my teeth across her nipple while slipping both hands around and cupping her backside, pulling her more tightly against me. Each time I elicit a gasp from her, a surge of my own wetness is my body's reward. She's got nearly three inches of height on me, and this is one of the only times I wish I were taller than her. I would love to have her wrap those long legs around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom. Alas, it's not to be, so I'll enjoy her any way I can.
"God, babe," she whispers, hugging my head to her chest with both hands. I venture down her torso with one hand, sighing aloud at the smoothness of her skin. She's so soft; it amazes me every time I touch her. My fingers meet her crisp curls already damp with her arousal, and her hips push against me even as I'm pushing her against the wall.
"You're soaked," I state with barely veiled triumph in my voice. She gives me a mock glare, then begins to unbutton the front of my blouse. I am stroking her very, very lightly, my fingers hardly touching her, and I am finding it incredibly amusing to watch her try to concentrate on her task while I do my best to distract her. Her hips twitch involuntarily, and she catches her bottom lip between even white teeth, furrowing her brow at the remaining three buttons. It's a terribly sexy expression and I try not to smirk.
"Honey--" she warns me.
"What?" I am all innocence, putting just a hint more pressure on her with my fingers.
She swallows, and when she blinks, her eyes stay closed for a split second longer than normal. Then, without warning, she growls, and grasps the edges of my shirt, wrenching them apart, the remaining buttons bouncing down the hardwood stairs. This unexpected savagery sends a searing jolt of excitement through me. My mouth overtakes hers almost violently as I push my fingers into her. The groan with which she rewards me is like music to my ears, and I pull my own mouth away just to hear it. It's an incredibly erotic sound, one to which I hope to be treated for years and years.
I barely move inside her...just slightly, enjoying the feeling of her flesh holding me within her, hugging me, possessing me. I kiss her deeply, sliding my fingers slowly all the way out, then just as slowly, back in. She has one of my bra-clad breasts in her hand. Her other hand is holding tightly to my forearm, trying to guide my pace, but I don't let her. I am in charge here.
"Babe," she moans into my mouth. "Baby, please. I can't...I...I can't...stand up anymore."
I don't think twice. I pull her down to the floor and continue making love to her on the landing of her stairs. It's not the most comfortable of settings, but neither of us notices. I can't wait any longer. I need to taste her. Sliding myself down a step or two, I spread her creamy smooth thighs to accommodate me, and my mouth joins my fingers in exploring her most intimate flesh.
She has her own unique taste that mirrors her personality. She's sweet and smooth on my tongue, with a little bit of spice thrown in for good measure. I've never tasted anything quite like her, and I want more. I always want more of her. I push myself into her as she arches, her hand grasping and closing tightly ar
ound a spindle in the banister.
"Oh, God," she gasps out, her long, elegant fingers finding my head once again. "God, that feels good." I have slowed my strokes. I don't want her to come too quickly, but I do realize she needs to get ready for work. Just a little bit longer...let me stay in this bliss just a little bit longer...
Her grip on my head tightens suddenly and she pulls me into her, arching her back and clenching her teeth, a strained cry ripped from deep in her throat -- the most amazing sound in the world. I push myself against her, but stop any movement of my tongue, obeying the silent command from the hand that holds me to her. My eyes shift up...I love to watch her at this moment. She's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen when she's like this. The pink silk is fanned out around her glistening body, giving her the appearance of a precious gem on a velvet pillow. Her muscles are tensed, and they stand out prominently. Her knuckles are white where she grips the spindle and I briefly hope she doesn't snap it like a twig. And the sound...God, that sound. I swell with pride every time I realize that only I can cause her to make that sound.
After several minutes, her grip on my head loosens just enough for me to kiss her center one last time. Her hips jerk involuntarily, and I smile.
"Honey, I'm home," I tease quietly.
"You certainly are," she breathes, her eyes still closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Wow."
"I love you," I say quietly, resting my chin on her belly. She opens her eyes and lifts her head slightly, meeting my gaze.
"I love you, too."
"You're going to be late for work."
"I know." She makes no move to get up for several minutes, just brushes her fingers through my hair. Then, she starts to chuckle.
"What?" I ask her, wanting to be in on the joke.
"On the goddamn landing, honey? For Christ's sake, you're an animal." Her gentle laughter takes the sting out, and I chuckle along with her.
"Yeah, but I'm your animal," I offer.
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