Long Time Coming

by Scarlett Parrish

  "Fuck!"

  "There’s nothing I’d like more," he said, grunting as he pushed another inch or two into me, the friction against the swell of my G-spot making me yelp. "And don’t act like you don’t know plenty of other things to say, because..." He pulled out. Slowly. "I’ve heard you." And slid back in. Even slower. "I bet you could think of plenty of things to say when I do this..." He reached around my waist with one hand and flicked my clit with the tip of his finger. Just once.

  "Jesus fucking Christ!"

  "There you go. I told you." He pushed in deeper and my pussy clenched around him, desperate for him to move quicker. But he didn’t. Wouldn’t. Must have known how much I wanted him.

  So gently he barely touched me, he moved his finger over my clit, laughing when I struggled to move back. But his other hand on my waist stopped me doing anything without his allowing it.

  "Oh... God..." In between words, I panted, my breathing shallower with each minuscule increase in pressure from his hand. He didn’t fuck me; he just played with my clit while his cock was inside me. "I can’t... I want..."

  "What?" His finger didn’t miss a beat as he spoke, but his hips inched forward, nearly but not quite filling me up.

  "I can’t move," I blurted out, my voice desperate, sounding on the verge of tears.

  He nudged the back of my leg with his knee, and in my weakened state, I fell forward so in an instant my feet came off the floor and I knelt on his bed, backside in the air and he was still inside me but not far enough.

  Once I had my breath back, probably only a second later but it felt like eons, I told him, "Let me."

  "Let you touch yourself?" He moved his hand away, to the top of my thigh but, now able to move slightly more freely than before, I grabbed it and forced it back to where it had been.

  "No." Given the dizziness spinning the inside of my head it was a wonder I managed to string a coherent sentence together. "I meant this." I rocked backwards, taking more of his cock inside me, my lips parting in a silent gasp as he filled me up. My pussy was so sensitive at that point, white sparks flashed behind my eyes as the contours of his cock moved against my G-spot.

  His fingers moved against my clit as the lowest of moans and a whisper of "Jesus," escaped him. "You have no idea how good that feels. You have no idea what a turn on this is. Christ. I can feel every inch of your—" His voice jumped up a note and despite the white light behind my eyes, the ripples along my spine, I still managed to translate his arrested speech as caught breath, the beginnings of a desperate need to move faster. "I wish you could see this."

  A moan escaped me when I tried to speak. It took another attempt before I managed to force out, "Tell me."

  "Every time you move back, your p—" There it was again, that break, that catch, as he spoke in time with my movements. "Your pussy pulls me in even tighter and, and every time you move forward I see how wet you are. Jesus, you—ah," he breathed, grabbing my hips with both hands and forcing himself in as deep as he’d go in one thrust. He stayed there for a second and I was glad he gave me that single second to catch my breath because any more movement would have been so pleasurable it would have hurt. "I really can’t decide if I want to fuck you slowly or hold you down and rail you as hard as I can." His thumbs grazed the small of my back and I whimpered. Gone. Completely gone. Whatever he’d done to me at that point I would have taken it and thanked him for the privilege. "What do you think?"

  Water rose in front of my already clouded vision, one single tear spilling onto my face when Leo eased back and forward, again grazing my G-spot, this time more forcefully than last.

  "Piper?"

  I couldn’t think straight when he moved inside me while touching my back in exactly the right spot to make me cry. I’d never known up to that point that my eyes could water so badly prior to orgasm but Jesus, he knew how to draw it out of me.

  "Piper, what do you think?" His thumbs pressed into my back as his cock pushed harder. He stopped moving back and forth, merely circled his hips while he was inside, so there was no need for me to deal with a thousand different sensations all at once, but the tip of his cock against the deepest part of me, an unusual sensation in itself, grew in intensity until another tear escaped and all I could manage was a helpless, "Oh God."

  "Do you want it fast?"

  "I... I... yes." But as soon as he pulled away, I gasped, "No. Stop. I mean..."

  "What do you want?"

  "Don’t... don’t stop."

  "I’m not stopping, darlin’. I’m still inside you."

  "I want..." God, I missed that feeling so much, I’d do anything to get it back.

  "What?" His voice, little more than a whisper, demanded all the concentration I could muster. "Tell me exactly what you want, and I promise I’ll let you have it."

  Anything. Including humiliating myself by speaking like a whore if that’s what it took to make him make me feel like that again. "When you were all the way inside me..."

  "When my what was all the way inside you?"

  Oh God, Leo Carson. I hate you. I want you. "When your cock was all the way inside me..."

  "Yes?"

  "And you didn’t pull out or move away, just—"

  "You liked it when I did this?"

  "Ah..."

  "How does that feel?"

  I exhaled with each movement of his cock. It touched every spot inside me at once as his hips moved from side to side, rather than back and forward.

  "Piper. Speak to me, honey. Tell me how it feels." His hand snaked around my waist again and one finger teased over my clit and I heard my voice say "No."

  "What?" But he didn’t stop. "Did I just hear you say—"

  "Put your hands on my back again."

  "Why?" He didn’t sound in the least put out or insulted or confused. It was a single word, a single demanding word. He was willing to do anything, but he wasn’t willing to do it until I told him how much I liked it. "Come on, you can do this."

  And I could. I could, because I liked the so intense they were damn near painful waves of desire travelling up my spine. "Put your." Gulp of air. "Hands. Put your hands on my back again."

  "Like this?"

  "With your thumbs in the small of my back."

  "Why?" His hands rested on my waist, thumbs tickling the skin above the spot where he knew I wanted them to be. Traced the same circles on my back that his cock did inside me. "Piper?" His voice was almost playful, a teasing singsong.

  "Because..."

  "Because what?" All this time he moved inside me in ways that probably couldn’t be seen from the outside, but which I felt in a hundred different spots in my pussy. A thousand.

  "Because it makes me feel like my spine’s going to melt."

  He laughed, but not cruelly. If a low chuckle could sound self satisfied, then his did.

  "For fuck’s sake just do it!" For a split second all I was aware of was a nothing, the absence of his hands on me. "Please."

  "That’s better." A tickle, a whisper of skin on skin and the pressure increased until mercifully, his hands were back where they should be. "Fuck. You have no idea, Piper. No idea at all."

  "Please." I pushed back onto him even as my knees became weaker with every second. Shudders of arousal ran from my waist down my legs and I wondered for how much longer I’d be able to hold myself up.

  "I wish you knew what a turn on this is. Seeing you melt underneath me."

  Then his weight was against me, propelling me forwards and I fell onto my forearms with a grunt of pleasure and relief, legs spreading wider as he edged his way onto the bed behind me.

  "I’m not hurting you am I? I’m not hurting you, baby?"

  Hearing him call me that just made it worse. No, not worse. Better. The stimulation of my G-spot, the friction against my cervix, the pressure of one thumb against the point in the small of my back just above the curve of my buttocks while the other hand crept up my spine got too much for me and I cried out. My cry became a wail and I ho
ped, prayed he’d translate it into the thought which ran through my head again and again; keep doing that keep doing that keep doing that.

  "Fuck, I can’t tell you how beautiful you look right now."

  The words registered. Vaguely. Did he really call me beautiful? The thought lasted a bare instant before his cock pushed me one movement, one twitch, one breath away from orgasm—

  —and my spine exploded. Intense ripples of pleasure radiated from my G-spot, gripping his cock with each pulse, and each one was tighter than the last, showing no signs of stopping as he continued to fuck me with rapid, shallow, circling thrusts.

  All I could do was moan, hoping he would keep moving that way until I died. I’d never had an orgasm like it in my entire life; something told me, in the back of my mind where I was only just still able to register such things, this was different. Something was going to happen.

  It just. Didn’t. Stop.

  "Jesus, I’ve never felt a pussy as tight as—" Leo’s voice faltered in time with my uncontrolled pulses. That had never happened before. I’d never come so hard I gripped a man’s cock so tightly he gasped at the sensation. "Jesus fucking Christ Piper, you’re fucking unreal."

  "Don’t—" A strangled cry arose in my throat; amazement at finding my voice at a moment such as this made me lose it again and I knew I had to recover this instant or he’d think I meant don’t do that when I meant, "Don’t stop—"

  "Oh, there’s no way I’m gonna stop now, Piper honey. No. Fucking. Way."

  I couldn’t see straight, or speak, or easily think in strings of more than two or three words. The tingling deep inside, an alien sensation, traveled further up my spine with each movement of Leo’s cock. At exactly the right moment, when the tingling became painful, he inched backwards, paused and then rammed his cock back in all the way. Again. And again. And again. All the time I was still coming, still wondering when it was going to stop, and every time he pounded in, the sensations got more and more intense until something deep inside melted or exploded; I didn’t know which. My spine collapsed and my hands automatically contracted around fistfuls of his bedcovers.

  "Oh fuck, that’s so... fucking hell, Piper, I’m gonna come. Your pussy’s so fucking tight and wet. I’ve never felt anything like it—"

  White sparks exploded across my field of vision and tears streamed out of my eyes when he growled behind me, the growl becoming a roar an instant before he collapsed, his weight forcing the last helpless moan of orgasm out of my lungs.

  One hand lay across the back of my neck, fingering my hairline, almost pawing at me as if he had trouble making his body parts work after such a mind blowing fuck. There was no other word for it. It hadn’t been sex; no way was it making love. ‘Fuck’ came the closest but even that wasn’t right.

  He panted hot breath into my hair and his pounding heart beat against me as fast as mine. "Oh God."

  With a dry mouth, I muttered, "Yeah." Pause. "What... what the hell was that?" I clung to consciousness by a hair’s breadth and forced myself to speak although those six words sounded like a drawl that very same hair’s breadth away from a slur.

  "The best fuck I’ve had in a long time, baby, that’s exactly what it was. The best fuck I’ve had in a long time. No, not the right word. I dunno..." Leo’s breath slurred into my hair. So sleepy. "More than that," he whispered. "But... whatever it was... it was a long time coming."

  Twelve

  "Oh..."

  Leo’s weight shifted on top of me. "Sorry. I just kinda... forgot where I was for a moment. Let me..."

  "No, no," I murmured, slurred and lazy. "Wasn’t you. Don’t mind it." I liked it. "I was just breathing."

  "Oh good." A low chuckle. "I haven’t killed you then."

  "You damn near did." I made no attempt to move, sprawled on his bed, feet peeking over the edge, still grasping fistfuls of duvet and my head turned to one side, away from him.

  "I better move at some point." He wriggled, still inside me.

  "No hurry."

  "Holy... shit..."

  My heart skipped a beat. "What? What is it?"

  "Gimme a second." He propped himself up and withdrew slowly, exhaling at the same time with a loud sigh. "That’s... unusual..."

  "Leo, you’ve got me worried now."

  "It’s nothing, honestly. I, uh... I at first thought the condom had burst."

  "What!" I tried to lift more than my head off the covers but couldn’t. The orgasm I’d just had weakened me, shuddering in my knees, abdomen and spine.

  "Ssh, ssh, it’s fine. Honestly. It hasn’t. It’s just..." He cleared his throat. "I thought you were a bit wet."

  "A bit?" Relief made me giggle. "God, Leo, I’ve never felt anything like it."

  "The feeling’s entirely mutual, darling, but, um... is that normal? Or do I get to beat my chest like a caveman ‘cause I just made you ejaculate?"

  "Huh?" I twisted my head round to look at him and his gaze met mine. "Are you sure?"

  He nodded.

  I flopped my head down again and closed my eyes. "I knew there was something different happening. I felt it."

  His hand ran over my buttock. Caressed it. "What did it feel like?"

  "More intense. Like it came from deeper inside me. Everything exploded. Or melted. I really can’t describe it."

  "Try."

  A strand of hair wisped against my face. He brushed it away and, I presumed, waited for me to do as he asked. "Like... you’d gone deeper than before and the stimulation was so intense it hurt and the only thing my body could do in response was... explode on the inside." I laughed, embarrassed. "Leo." I yawned. "I’m too tired to think straight."

  "I hope not. I’ve got plans for you, Pipes. First of all I have to get rid of this thing, but afterwards I want you to come downstairs and meet my other bird."

  Pause. "Your..." I opened my eyes and he looked at me. "Your what?"

  His smile, under twinkling eyes, turned into a wide grin. "Yeah. My other bird. In the cage? Downstairs?"

  "Oh." Closed my eyes again. "Right."

  "Be right back."

  He scooted downstairs before slamming a door and I wondered how he could still walk upright. I knew if I’d attempted to stand up I would have collapsed again, so stayed splayed on his bedcovers, basking in the afterglow of the best sex I’d had in my entire life. With anyone. Bar none.

  His footsteps drummed up the stairs and he threw himself back down on the bed beside me. "Hey. You’re still here."

  "Yeah. Can’t move."

  "Oh my God, I broke Piper." He laughed, ran a hand through my still mussed up hair. "Listen, honey, are you all right?"

  "Yes. I am. Really. Or I will be soon. Gimme a minute."

  "Was it really that bad?"

  "That good you mean."

  "Will you be all right here for ten minutes? I’ve got to have a shower. Like you said, I’ve been wearing these duds since yesterday and Jesus, we worked up a sweat there."

  "I’ll be fine."

  "Hey. Maybe you could join me in the shower?"

  "Love to. But to be honest, I don’t think my legs would hold me up. Damn it, I’ve got these clothes all sweaty and I’ve only got my uniform with me, and something to wear into work tomorrow."

  His weight shifted again as he hauled himself off the bed with a groan. "I’ll find you something to change into once I’ve had a shower."

  Slowly gathering strength again, I propped myself up on my forearms and watched as he pulled a pair of jeans out of a drawer. He caught me watching and winked as he slammed the drawer shut.

  "Not gonna wear anything else?"

  "Nah. I have to wear something after I get out of the shower though. Need to keep my cock warm until you’ve recovered enough to go again."

  My eyes spontaneously widened, and he laughed as I shook my head, saying, "You’re a bloody wonder, Leo. Insatiable."

  "I do my best ma’am." He mock-saluted, bent to kiss the top of my head and took his leave, shouting
behind him, "I’ll only be ten minutes, don’t go anywhere."

  "As if," I muttered, making a half-hearted attempt to shuffle across the bed and lay my head on the pillows. My legs trembled, felt hollow, and I wondered if I’d be able to stand or walk any time soon.

  A vision flashed in my mind’s eye of Leo, moving inside me, pulling my legs around his waist. Maybe over a table. Maybe I was sitting up on a chair. The bed.

  "God." I flopped back, staring up at the ceiling and his skylight, running the back of a hand across my forehead. It came away clammy with a sheen of cold sweat and I shivered. My heart rate had slowed to something approximating normal and though I reckoned I’d be like Bambi finding his feet if I tried to walk, I realized I’d at least be able to stay upright.

  But I wasn’t going to chance it until Leo’s return, so closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift while I had the opportunity. He’d said he had plans and knowing him as I did, said plans would need energy I didn’t yet have.

  "Hey, Sleeping Beauty!"

  I flinched awake—not that I’d been asleep—and rubbed my eyes. "Hey." I turned towards the voice that had pulled me out of my daydream and bang went any hope of my heart rate returning to normal.

  He stood a couple of feet away from the bed dressed in nothing more than the jeans he’d picked up minutes before, a towel draped round his neck, looking even hotter than he had after the shower at my house. Tattoos more colorful, muscles more defined.

  Leo Carson version 2.0. Half naked. In his bedroom. His natural environment.

  "Uh..." I’d intended to utter more than one syllable but the sight of him arrested the breath in my throat.

  "Piper?" He frowned, came closer and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning on one arm which reached over to me.

  "I’m fine, I’m fine," I said, hoping the lie convinced him. And then I realized. There’s no need to lie about it, no need for embarrassment. Why be coy about the sight of him turning you on? Why opt for acting tired and slightly dazed over aroused by the sight of his naked, tattooed torso? "Actually, no."