Light Up My Life

by Winters, Bella

  I reached between my legs as I bounced my head on his rigid cock, each time moving his prick all the way to the back of my throat where it would scrape and slide. I couldn’t stifle the loud moans echoing out of my body even if I tried.

  My mouth tightened as I let my teeth close in around the flesh to create more suction. Lance groaned louder with it. I was bobbing my head up and down now, really moving hard on his rigid prick. My hand found his balls and I started to roll round them as my fingers slipped down to my wetness and I started massaging my clit as I sucked his dick. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever had in my mouth and it was affecting all of my other senses, causing them to light up like crazy.

  He fed his brutal, thickness to me. Lance’s hips rocked back and forth slowly, but forcefully shoving his hard cock deep into my mouth. I liked that. I loved it when he got a little bit forceful and pushed my limits. I quickened my pace and my head was now bobbing up and down on his cock like there was no tomorrow. I was so wet, so tight, and as my fingers slipped into my pussy, I imagined it was this same prick was I was sucking. I wanted it to penetrate me, to split me open, to take me away from all the chaos of life and to just let me feel alive, truly alive, for the first time in a long time.

  I pulled his cock out of my mouth and stroked it hard with my hand. It was so stiff and throbbing between my fingers. I kissed the tip lovingly, and then I swallowed the head, placing it just inside my lips and letting my mouth suck hard on it before I tongued his precious hole.

  “Shit, that’s good,” Lance said.

  “I want you to fuck me with this hard cock,” I said as I looked up at him. I was still stroking his cock hard and then I put it back in my mouth and swallowed it hard once again.

  “Uhhh…” he moaned. “Yes, let me fuck you baby…”

  I climbed back up on the bed where I laid back. I’d been fully nude since we started, though I couldn’t remember when I had taken my clothes off. I opened my legs widely and watched as he climbed between them. His muscular body was glistening in the dimly lit room, which was now being illuminated by candles. I did not remember when these candles had been lit… but I wanted it so bad, I didn’t care. Whatever this was, how it happened, and why I’d finally decided to just give in, I couldn’t remember. All I knew was that I’d never wanted a man more than I did right then. It was an actual need, like someone walking through the desert for a day and half needed water. I needed this man inside of me.

  “Are you ready?” Lance asked me.

  “Yes,” I replied. “Give it to me. I want that fucking cock!”

  I wasn’t sure where this fiery attitude was coming from, but I was embracing it and embracing my sexuality, finally. I needed this more than I could ever explain.

  He entered me then.

  “Yes!” I screamed.

  I quickly wrapped my legs around his torso and held on as he began to pump his hard, thick dick into my tight, wet pussy. I was made for him, and he was made for me. I had no doubt about this right then. However, it had happened, the universe had brought us together in this place and time and now we were doing what nature had compelled us to do. I knew this would work out and be phenomenal. We were truly meant for this.

  “God, you feel so good…” Lance said before he bent down and kissed me hard on the mouth. His tongue entered my mouth and our tongues became entangled together. He breathed into me deeply, infusing my soul with his very essence.

  His cock continued to pummel my pussy, ripping in and out of my cunt. I loved it when he pounded me hard. It was so tight. I’d never had a man this large inside of me before. And it was sending me over the edge to orgasm so quickly. I was so close. I kept waiting for it to happen, but somehow it didn’t. I was just teetering.

  Oh, this felt so good. I never knew that I could have feelings this real, this pure inside of me. But they were there, and they were trumping over all the insecurities I had. I felt invincible with this man inside of me.

  “Fuck, give it to me!” I squealed.

  I was humping him as hard as I could, ramming my own hips and tightness onto him as he bucked hard against me. With every single thrust he entered me even deeper than before somehow. The pressure was building up inside of me. I was almost ready to blow. It was coming soon. Oh, I could feel it.

  “Yeah, that’s it… show me how it’s done, honey,” Lance moaned between kisses.

  We were both sweating, bathing each other in our glowing lust as our orgasms climbed towards actual fruition. I locked eyes with his as he held his gaze tightly in front of me. His face was just inches from mine, the look on his face one of grim determination. He was going to fill me full of his hot cum. And I wanted all of it.

  “I’m going to… come!” Lance roared right then.

  I felt his body shivering hard as he came inside of me. This instantly set off my own orgasm right over top of his. Coming at the same time was amazing. It was like two beautiful universes colliding and taking us both along for the ride.

  My body was breaking, cracking open and releasing the floodgates of emotion like I had never felt before. I could not keep my eyes open nor stop from smiling. I could hardly breathe and my whole world felt like it was just falling down around me to reveal nothing but sunshine and rainbows.

  And then it was over. Suddenly, there was nothing.

  I was alone. The television was on. I was on the couch by myself. What in the world had just happened?

  A dream… it had all been a dream.

  I was covered in sweat and it felt as I’d had an actual orgasm while I was asleep. Wow… that was wild. I actually thought I was there, and all those feelings became real. That was the most intense dream that I’d ever had before in my life. It was just like a bomb had gone off in my head and now I felt like I was really starting to drift away into some other reality.

  I shook my head, trying to bring me right back into this one. I felt a little sick to my stomach, but mostly I believed that was due to the fact that this was not real. Whatever had just happened was just a figment of my imagination, a path of unrealized desires. And that was a bit frightening. I wanted this man so badly that I had almost lost myself. But when it was over, and I cognitively understood it to be just a dream, I could not believe it still. This was too real; it was too vivid.

  I wiped a tear from my eye as I curled back up on the couch and hugged myself. I was hot and sweaty, but at that moment I felt really cold. It was like I had gone outside for a jog in the middle of winter after a hot shower wearing just gym shorts and a tank top. I was instantly freezing, my sweat sticking to my skin and invading my pores as if I was suffering internal frostbite.

  I rubbed my shoulders and tried to calm myself back down. I was still so wet below; my undies were sticking to my pussy, the juice practically seeping through into my pants. I wished so badly that Lance was there right then and now. I could fuck the shit out of him and ride his cock until he couldn’t move. That would be pretty epic. I would ride him… and ride him…hmmm…

  All I had to do was pick up my phone and call him. I was sure he’d be over promptly to service me any way I wanted him to. That would be so easy…

  No. He was probably at work. I doubted he would leave the job for that, and I would question his morality if he did. His job was important. Lives depended on him being there and ready for action. And besides, it was too early for whatever… this was…? I still wasn’t sure. I knew I wanted him. I knew I liked him. And I knew that I could easily fall head over heels in love with him.

  Why was I so enamored with this man? When did this happen? And how? He’d seeped his way, deep into my world and now I wasn’t so sure I could just let him go out of it. If I did ignore him and just walk away from what could be, then I knew I would regret it and it would be painful. I would think about him until it drove me mad. I had to get a taste at least.

  I wondered if he’d be down for a friends-with-benefits type of thing? I had to laugh at myself on that thought. I’d tried it once and I
had ended up getting my feelings totally crushed. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic. If I get intimate with someone, I can’t help but become emotional and to get attached. That would never work for me.

  I picked up my phone to check if Lance had sent me anymore texts. He had not. I’d been asleep for almost two hours and now I felt even more tired than I had been before. I didn’t even realize I was sleepy earlier. It must have been the combination of the breakfast, with a restless night, and feeling cozy and comfortable. It was mid spring and the mornings were still chilly. Hell, some of them felt downright frigid.

  I went into the kitchen and fired up the kettle to make another cup of instant coffee. I was too lazy to make the real stuff. It worked in a pinch anyway. I just needed a good caffeine jolt to jar me awake and get my head together.

  After I grabbed my coffee, I sat down at the kitchen table with the laptop and began searching out beauty salons that were hiring stylists. It was time for me to make a big change. Regardless of what was happening or not happening with me and Lance, I had some work to do on myself and get my life back together.

  I knew my parents would be saddened to know that I had allowed their deaths to throw me so far off course. But I loved them so much, and I missed them every single day.

  I soldiered on and continued my search. Soon I came upon some possibilities. As I did, another thought entered my mind. I decided on a whim to try a different search and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

  I’d been thinking a lot about softball and playing again. I wondered what opportunities there were out there right now for women who wanted to play some serious ball. I wasn’t in school anymore, so college teams were out. But what about pro?

  And then it popped up. The Cleveland Comets were holding open tryouts next week. Anyone was able to come and show them what they could offer and see if they had a shot at making it on the actual team. Wow… to play professional softball? I’d always dreamt of something like that. And now here was a chance to tryout.

  Playing the other day had revived a passion in me. So many of the things I loved, things that made up who I really was deep inside, were coming back to me. I had to do this. I wasn’t sure I could get off work that day, but I didn’t really care. If I got fired, then so be it.

  I leaned back in the chair with my coffee and smiled widely as I dreamt about what my future might hold.

  Chapter Nine

  Lance

  I popped open the bottle of champagne and began to pour it in first one glass, then the other. The bubbles flourished up towards the top of the and went crazy almost overflowing. I handed a glass to Kat and then grabbed my glass before sitting down on the couch. The gentle waves of the ocean pushed and pulled us back and forth while we sat there on my yacht getting to know each other.

  The setting was very intimate, and it was a nice escape from the hustle and bustle of the city. It was romantic and easy, just the two of us together here. Kat looked amazing. She was wearing a nice dress, nothing too fancy, sweet and elegant, her hair was long and flowing, her eyes sparkled, and the dress showed just enough cleavage to keep me aroused. It was so tempting to grab her and kiss her hard on the mouth, express my innermost desires to her, but for the time being I decided to hold off on that. There was no hurry.

  We had so much time. Hell, we had our whole lives in front of us to take the time to do whatever we wanted. This evening was turning out so much better than I thought. I was supposed to have dinner with my father, but he ended up with some crisis at work and called me to postpone. Now, it was possibly going to be a few days from now. I actually had a few days off coming, so it was fine. I would see him sometime soon enough.

  Whenever it would fit into his schedule, I guess. So, I called up Kat and luckily, she accepted my request to come out on the yacht with me.

  “So, you are teaching a class at your kickboxing academy?” I asked. “That’s awesome. You must be really great.”

  Kat blushed. “I’m not great, but a friend of mine knows how much I’ve missed being in it, and she offered. I actually had my first class tonight. It was so much fun.”

  “Great. I’m sure the students liked you,” I said.

  “I don’t know,” she replied. “Thank you for the invitation tonight, I was really surprised when you called.”

  “Why?”

  “Well, I didn’t think you would, you know? Because I never called.”

  I laughed. “I’m not that petty or vindictive. I know you didn’t call because I hadn’t convinced you that I wasn’t some schmuck, yet. And you were probably researching me.”

  Her eyes went wide. “Wow, how did you know that?”

  “Oh, I have my sources,” I replied with a grin.

  “Ah, Kayley told you?”

  “No. I’m just used to it. That’s the price you pay when you are semi-famous, I guess. I don’t think of myself that way. I mean, my father is rich, and he is famous because of it. But I don’t think that applies to me. At least I hope it doesn’t.”

  “Why? You don’t want to be famous? I thought that was the dream for everybody?” she teased. I loved her smile. It was that perfect combination of sexy and sassy, with just a sprinkle of adorable cuteness. It almost broke your heart it was so sweet.

  “No. I would abhor that. I enjoy my privacy. Yet another thing my father and I do not have in common.”

  “How are things with him? Are you ever going to patch that up? Or is it one of those long-standing feuds?”

  I sighed. That was a few big questions all at once, and ones I didn’t really have any answers for. “I don’t know. That’s out of my hands now. At least that’s how I feel about it.”

  “You don’t think there is any hope for a real reconciliation? I mean, it may not seem like it now because we always think our parents are going to be around, but one day they won’t be. And you don’t want those regrets hanging over you, right? I always got along with my parents, but there are little fights I still think about sometimes and it will set me off crying because I feel guilty about things I said in the heat of the moment. I would give anything to get those moments back.”

  I listened to her words and they really spoke to me. “I’ve never imagined him really being gone, but I do know that I would probably be devastated. We butt heads, we argue, we don’t get along in any way and we never really have, but I would still miss him not being here. I need to make amends. I just don’t know where to begin. I tried once and he just dismissed me before I even started.”

  “Dismissed you? What did he say?”

  “He told me to stop dwelling in the past. He said no one really says things they don’t mean in anger. In reality, we say things that have been bubbling under the surface for so long and we finally remove the filters, and say what is really on our minds in the heat of the moment. We may regret saying those hurtful things, but rarely are we sorry because we didn’t mean them.”

  Kat took a sip of her champagne. She had tears forming in her eyes. She wiped them with the back of her hand. “Wow, that is a very cynical way of looking at the world. I could only imagine growing up with someone that cold. It must have been tough.”

  I hated the way this conversation was making me feel, so I shoved it off. “Yeah, but life is tough. I think this dynamic between my father and I really prepared me for this, for the job I do, for the things in life that put you down and try to keep you there. I don’t get all down on myself about it. I wish we had a better relationship, but it is what it is, and I’ve made peace with it.”

  “I’m not sure that tough guy routine is as convincing as you think it is. You may have fooled yourself, but you don’t fool me.”

  I laughed. “Ok, you go ahead and tell me how you really feel.”

  She smiled. “I’m speaking the truth here. You can hide behind that tough façade all you want, but I think deep down you have a much bigger heart than that.”

  Kat moved to the seat right beside me and looked me right in the eye. “I’ve always been pretty
good at evaluating people, finding out who they really are, that sort of thing. And I think I have you pegged.”

  I did not break the eye contact. She was so damn alluring. I wasn’t sure I could really keep my body from moving. I was getting so turned on by her beauty, her grace, her strength, and her unbelievable wit. I reached over and brushed her hair back from her forehead softly. She blushed just a little. I could feel her skin getting warmer, see it glowing in the soft candlelight and the moon reflecting off the water outside the portal.

  She smiled slightly as her eyes connected with mine, our gazes locked, and I took the signal to lean in and kiss her gently on the lips. The kiss started small and then got deeper quickly. Her lips were magnetic. A fireball of passion began to burn in the pit of my soul and quickly spread like wildfire consuming my entire being as I became fully enamored with this amazing woman.

  My head was swimming with the kiss. There were no real conscious thoughts here, but I knew in the dark recesses of my mind that I was falling hopelessly in love with this girl. I didn’t know I could ever feel this way about someone. And that I had actually tried my best to avoid it, but here it was right in my face, right on my lips, and I was not turning away from it.

  But I knew that I couldn’t allow it to last. It would wreck everything I’d ever thought I wanted out of my life. It was the one thing that I had always told myself I would never do. But it was so good. I couldn’t stand it. I had to give into it. At least for a little while. Surely, there was no harm in that.

  As our lips parted, I moved back just enough so that I could still taste her sweet breath. I could feel her warmth near me, and the remnants of the kiss began to infiltrate my being and repeat itself over and over again in my mind. I wanted more. I wanted a lot more. And I wanted it right then.

  But I kept myself back. I wanted the moment to linger. I wanted the feelings between us to continue to live on.

  “Well, that was pretty special,” Kat said. She leaned in and kissed me softly and slowly. Her lips barely touched mine at first, as if she was trying to find the right way to go about this again so soon. I sat there and waited for her to come to me.