All Blues

by Marie Wathen

  I start with light strokes between them, cupping my hands underneath and loving the heavy weight and velvety feel. Angel makes a soft sound, a deep throaty moan of approval while lacing her fingers into my hair and gripping tightly, and I feel the edges of my self-control unraveling. Stay in control, I demand. Slowly, I work from her breast upward to her neck, stopping just under her ear, where I make known my intentions to sample every inch of her. “I need to taste you now.”

  Dropping my hands down to the front of her shorts, I unsnap each button and then kneel in front of her to slide them down, just barely holding myself back from ripping the damn things off. Can’t say the same thing for her tiny tank. It flutters to the floor after I tear straight down the middle of it. She gasps, and I smile up at her.

  Running my hand down to her lower abs, I tuck my fingers under the waistband of her hot little panties, helping her out of them, and I say, “I like these so I won’t destroy them, but they must go now.” She nods, and I look over her nearly naked body thoroughly. “Damn that’s sexy as hell, Angel.” I trace the intricate black ink scrolling from the back of her thigh up to her center, where I find a sexy landing strip. My thumb brushes over the tiny hairs and she shivers from the intimacy. Tonight, she belongs to me, and I will offer her more pleasure than any man before me ever could. Pushing a finger between her folds, I’m awarded an appreciative moan while she wiggles her hips, allowing me to thrust deeply, and I growl, “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet already.”

  Taste! Pussy! Now! Bed! My Neanderthal brain can’t process a damn thing with my siren’s luscious juices calling for me to taste them. I stand, scoop one hand under her legs, the other going around her back and I lift. She wraps around me, her mouth finding mine, and I carry her to the bed, kissing her hungrily.

  There is only one way to give her as much joy as she deservers while I eat her pussy. Lying on the bed, I take her hand, drawing her to sit on my chest and invite, “Come here.” Her sweet scent hits my nose, and the Neanderthal is overpowered by the heady deliciousness. With her knees pinned to the mattress on either side of my head, I slide my hands under her thighs. Lifting her ass up, I guide her opening to my mouth and demand, “Brace yourself.” My lips cover hers and I suck, like she is my oasis in the Sahara. Sweet, sugary, honey: none of these words equal the flavor of my angel. Diabetes be damned, she is worth an early death. I could survive a lifetime with just her juices on my palate, I assure myself. Hell with it. Even if I died right this moment, I’m certain that this must be what heaven tastes like. Then when I lick between her delicate lips, I moan loudly believing it so.

  Angel strokes her pussy hard on my face, trying to match the chaotic rhythm of my tongue. My dick is swollen and pressing against the rough material of my pants, begging for escape. I rub a hand over it, pressing my palm against the head. Angel pants once, gasping for air and pre-cum beads, soaking through to my fingers. “God, yes,” she groans, halting all movement, when I swirl my tongue over her clit roughly and then thrust deeply it into her pussy, needing to find her spot. When I do locate the delicious morsel, my tongue strokes and swirls repeatedly and she moans low, saying something unintelligible. Then while shaking her head, she screams, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  Naughty words from the siren send me into an uncontrollable desire to make her say it more. Sated, she rolls off of me, crashing down to lay on her back, but I’m nowhere near finished with this part of our appetizing foreplay. Spreading her wide, I push her thighs up and dive in. There isn’t one inch of her luscious pussy that my mouth doesn’t touch and I am in heaven.

  “So damn delicious,” I tell her feeling her quivering, close to another slow ride on an orgasmic high.

  Grabbing my head, she grinds wildly and pants, “I need…”

  I will give her everything that she needs, but it will come at my price. “Yeah, Doll. I need too.” Edging my way up her body with my lips brushing against her hot skin, I reach her mouth and kiss her deeply while slipping my finger into her soaking wet pussy, exactly the way that I’ve dreamed of doing for months. When I see her heavy lids dip, I demand, “Look at me.” The corners of her lips tip upward, and she does as I ask, but something in her eyes tells me that she is only granting me this temporary wish.

  She wraps her arms around me and then insists, “I need you naked.”

  From the first night that I met her, I was intrigued by a plethora of characteristics. The most dominate being her willful attitude. Clearly she is a woman who always remains in control, and I find that sexy as hell. However, tonight I refuse to allow her bull-headed issues to invade in the bedroom. Everything else, in any situation, and on most topics, I will concede to her, for the rest of my life, but never this. This domain is mine to control.

  Right before I kiss her, I promise, “I’ll give you whatever you need, but I want you to keep your eyes on mine the whole time. I want to watch you come apart for me this time, Doll.”

  Together, we strip my clothes off and once I’m standing in front of her, kneeling on the bed, she removes her bra. Eager to plunge inside her, I stroke my hand up my thrumming cock, rubbing my fingers over the head, and her eyes blaze with need. I’m pretty sure that I just begged her to taste me, but knowing that I’m standing in the middle of what feels like one of my dreams, I could have imagined it. Acting as though she heard my plea, she responds fittingly. She pushes out her large, perfectly round breasts and then guides my erection between them. Her warm breath caresses over the tip, stoking my need for her sultry mouth on me. After a few hard thrusts, pre-cum beads and she rewards me with a long, stroke of her tongue between the silky tip. It’s too much. Groaning, my head drops back and then she groans too, while rubbing my balls in one hand. Her fingers caress the back and her thumb rubs the base of my dick, increasing the sensations.

  “Yes, my angel, suck me.” I feel her smile against the head as she pulls back slightly and then she takes me in her warm, wet mouth. She dives deep, forcing me to the back of her throat, and together we find the perfect pace. Fuck yes. Her other hand glides up my abs, reaching my left nipple, which she scratches with short nails. These combined actions send me into overdrive immediately, and I shout, “Angel, stop, baby!” Regretfully, I pull my throbbing cock out of her perfect mouth, but vow that this will not be the last time that she gives me head. That blowjob is mind-blowing. “Lay back, I need to feel your pussy on me,” I tell her.

  Shaking her head, she insists, “Lie down and put your feet on the headboard.” Hell, after that amazing blowjob, I’m not about to argue with her.

  After sliding on a condom and doing as she ordered, I grow harder watching her climb on top of me, like she is planning on doing the reverse cowgirl. Then she pulls my legs so that my feet are on the headboard, climbs between them and now I’m not sure what this little freak has in mind. “Interesting position, baby, I can’t say I’ve ever done it this way before.”

  She grabs me, slowly slides down my cock and then presses on the back of my thighs, pulling my feet away from the top of the bed. I grip her hips tightly, thrusting up into her a far as I can go, and she moans deep in her throat, “Fuck!” The memories I have of being inside her don’t compare to the sheer heavenly feel of the real thing. Her insides clench and the biggest, dumbest grin slides across my face while I feel what I’m watching as she slides up and down, taking all of me. She rocks her ass back and forth, rises up and down, moving her dripping wet pussy all over me in a melodic rhythm that is aggressive and so damn unbelievable. “Fucking Christ!” She has now introduced me to my newest favorite way to fuck. “So good baby…so good.”

  Throwing her head back, her long hair skims over my stomach adding another sensation to this amazing position. She moans, growls, cusses naughtily all while writhing wildly. With me buried to the hilt, she cups my balls, sending an electric pulse through me. She glances over her shoulder, her grey eyes are lit up and glowing with pleasure. That sexy look pushes me right up to the crest of my climax. “You are blowin
g my fucking mind. I’m on the edge right now, Doll.”

  She takes my warning as a challenge, slipping a finger into her mouth and getting it nice and wet. Oh, fuck yes, I know what she has planned and that will be the thing that sends me right over the damn cliff. She slows her grinding, slips her finger from her lips and then guides it between my balls and lower. Still holding her around the waist, I tip my head back and enjoy every single sensation that she is creating. Never, have I ever felt anything better than what I’m feeling in this moment, and not all of it is physical. Having her again is everything to me, and there is no way that I can let her go.

  “Oh, Angel!” My explosion is earth shattering, in more ways than just coming inside my angel’s sweet pussy. She owns me, and I was oh so very, very wrong. This domain is no longer mine. My baby is a master, and I will forfeit all control to her, anytime that she wants to top me. Reaching her climax with me, she yells my name repeatedly and then drops her head, pressing her forehead against her hand, gripping the headboard. “Damn,” I whisper, sliding my hands up her glistening back and feeling higher than I ever have. Like a fucking junkie, I am addicted to her, and unlike my cigarettes, this is one habit that I never want to kick. I have missed her like crazy.

  “Mmm,” she moans while panting hard.

  “Come here.” I pull her down to me, her back pressing against my chest, against my violently pounding, lonely heart. How do I continue on without her? I’m not sure what Angel’s intentions are with Decks or the X, but I can’t continue on in this struggle alone without her. I kiss her cheek, and confess, “It’s never felt so good before you.” Apparently, I sound like a total pussy, because laugher erupts out of her like a cork popping on an expensive bottle of French bubbly. Her shoulders tremble in amusement, and I secure my arms around her tightly, loving the cute husky sound. All of this makes me smile against the thick wave of hair above her ear. Intoxicated with everything about her, I don’t realize what I’m doing until it’s too late when I tell her, “You’re so fucking perfect, doll.” Immediately, she stills and then bolts up out of my arms, rushing into the bathroom, running from me again. I feel the loss instantly and hate it. You damn idiot! I don’t know why, but she does not like hearing the word perfect. Why did I say that shit again?

  I hear her turn on the shower and then she cusses, probably not expecting me to hear it. Sliding off the bed, I walk over to the closed bathroom door, raising both hands above my head, laying them on the top of the door frame and pressing my forehead against the hardwood door. I screwed up, and she will not want to see me now, but I just can’t walk away from her. Probably never will be able to. It doesn’t matter what the origin of her issue is with that word, it hurts her and I’m never uttering it again. Needing her back in my arms, I call her name through the heavy door, “Angel.” She doesn’t respond, so I let myself in and then step under the scalding hot water with her. “Come here, love,” I plead, opening my arms. Calling her love rolls off my lips naturally, feeling right.

  While reaching one hand around to turn down the temperature before she burns herself, I wrap the other around the back of her neck, drawing her against my chest. Without hesitation, she forms her wet body around me, and I bury my face into the curve of her neck. She sighs, and I hope it is because she feels the same way that I’m feeling being in her embrace. There is no other way to describe it except to say that her arms around me and her head lying on my chest are like an alignment of my world, a cure for crushing pains of my shattered history. My heart pounds rapidly, holding her and wishing that whatever has her in so much pain would wash away with the suds, leaving behind only her and me. Two people who want to pursue this relationship and fight against all the opposing forces vying to keep us apart. I want to tell her that I will make all the bad go away, that whoever caused her heartache will pay for it in the most painful ways that I can imagine…repeatedly, and that I would die before I allow anyone to ever hurt her again. But, I don’t say any of this. Instead, I just cling to her and burn this moment into my memory bank. With the way our world is so out of control, I don’t know when I’ll get the opportunity to have her here again, and I’m not screwing it up by opening my big, stupid mouth.

  Out of the shower, she dresses like she is leaving and I ask a little alarmed, “Are you going somewhere?”

  Standing behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and she glances back at me, gracing me with a beautiful smile before turning around. “Yeah, I’m heading out of town for the holiday.” She drapes her hands around my neck, tilting her face up to mine.

  Damn, I wanted to invite her over to Indie’s for breakfast in the morning. “You won’t be here for Christmas?” I pout. Wow, I sound thoroughly pussy-whipped, but I’m man enough to admit it. I think I even hear the cracking of a whip inside my head.

  “Will you miss me, Mr. Sloane?” she teases like she heard the damn sound too, quickly kissing my bottom lip that is poking out pitifully. Such a tease.

  Liking her improved playful mood, I mock back, “Will you miss me, Ms. Johnson?” Then growling against her kiss-swollen lips, I show her how she should properly consume her man. She learns quickly, moving her delicious lips roughly against mine and swirling her tongue urgently in my mouth. Full lips, so powerful and sweet take everything that she wants and she is extremely greedy. I slide my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck, threading through her silky strands and groaning a deep husky approval of her assault. This kiss is so much more intimate than anything we’ve experienced and it changes everything.

  Breaking our kiss quickly for some reason and with an unusual fright flashing in her eyes, she moves toward the door and says, “I need to get going.” She snags her backpack and motorcycle helmet and then walks out of the room, leaving me dazed.

  After checking to make sure that I grabbed up all of my stuff, I catch up with her downstairs and then claim, “It’s too cold for you to ride your motorcycle.”

  “Nah, I’m good,” she counters, pulling on and zipping up her jacket. Then she runs a hand behind her neck, shaking out her damp, mocha colored hair before peeking back over at me. “Besides the cold night might help cool me down and clear my head after the hot sex we just experienced.”

  Liking the way she labeled it as hot, I smile, pull her to me and then demand, “Just don’t forget it.” I know that I never will.

  “Impossible,” she promises and then kisses me lightly. “I’ll see you New Years Eve.”

  New Year, new desires, and she is topping my list, so I decide to tell her what I’m feeling about us. “Angel, we’re both adults and we have needs.” Still standing in my embrace and holding my gaze intently, she nods. “I don’t have time for games and I don’t need anyone else in my life.” I don’t want anyone else in my life, or my bed. “I guarantee this very second that I won’t be fucking anyone else while you’re gone.” The corner of her lips ease up only the slightest bit, but it is enough encouragement that I declare, “And when you come back, I want you to come back for me.”

  She looks between my eyes, studying me for sincerity before she insists, “Lourdes, may disagree with everything you just said.” Just hearing that bitch’s name sends me into rage. I know how fucking crazy she is, and how hard I have worked to convince her that we are together. Because of Angel, so many things are different now though, and I can never go back. Seeing a flash of jealousy calms the beast within instantly. My cinch around her tightens, and so do my feelings for her. Silly woman, doesn’t she know that I choose her?

  “I’ll worry about Lourdes,” I assure her, pressing my forehead against hers. “You worry about getting your sweet little ass back in one piece. I’m going to need another taste of you soon, Doll.” Wordlessly, she nods and then we seal our promise with a passionate kiss. “Be careful, love.”

  Lacing our fingers together, we walk outside and something inside urges me to beg her to stay. She is just too strong-willed for anyone to tell her what to do, and it is one of my favorite things abo
ut this beauty. After saying goodbye, I watch from my front stoop as she drives off. My eyes flick toward the black BMW, and a growl rumbles within my chest, knowing that those two paid buffoons witnessed our exchange. Fuck, I’m failing miserably on protecting Angel. Twisting the doorknob, I glance down at my watch, noting that it is really late. Damn, I forgot that Lourdes was supposed to come by at six. I suppose that I need to make a trip to her place so that I can break the news and end the relationship that never really started before she finds out the hard way from her uncle’s paid tattletales.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Before I can get inside my house, a vehicle screeches to a stop in my driveway. I watch the SUV door pop open, and then see Lourdes step out, dressed to kill. Her long blonde hair is curled, cascading over her long, black fur coat. She strolls up to me with an odd look in her eyes.

  “Ethan,” she greets, stopping in front of me, crossing her arms over her chest, and then through gritted teeth she informs, “I came by earlier…like you insisted. Your car was here, but you didn’t answer the door. I let myself in and guess who wasn’t here?” She is pissed off and quickly losing her ability to manage her aggression. “Where were you?”

  “Come in,” I suggest, opening the door for her.

  Glaring at me, she huffs and then clacks an angry path toward the den. I’ll tolerate her attitude because I don’t want to tip her off to the truth. Tonight, she will hear more lies than I’ve ever told. Protecting Angel from Lourdes’ maniacal repercussions is my only concern.