by Sindee Lynn
A myriad of emotions passed across his face. Each one caused her heart to sink a little further. She didn’t want him to think she was some kind of tease because nothing could be farther from the truth. Her insides were doing flips just standing this close to him and god help her but a part of her wanted him to convince her she didn’t need to think just feel.
“Okay,” he said leaning down to kiss her softly against her temple before moving away from her.
Shock caused her feet to remain rooted to her spot in the kitchen. Okay? Is that all he was going to say? Just okay? Sasha knew she should be relieved he had agreed to do it her way, but she couldn’t deny she was a little disappointed that he was ... well doing it her way. She chanced a glance over at where he stood leaning against the doorframe looking down at the floor. This is what you wanted remember that, she told herself as she forced her legs to move. She slowly walked ahead of him to the front door trying to calm the raging war going on between her body and her brain. Would she ever know peace again? Sasha turned to find herself inches from Dylan’s chest. She stepped back to allow some space, but he quickly crowded her against the front door, his hands on both sides of her head.
“We’ll play this your way Sasha and I’ll give you time to think because I want you to be okay with what’s happening between us. I don’t have all the answers but I know what I want. And I want you to want it too.”
With that said he claimed her mouth again. Gone was the tentative kiss they’d shared moments ago. This was a more confident taking. One that showed her without a doubt what she was kicking out of her house tonight.
***
Dylan called himself all kinds of a fool as he drove away.
“Said she needed time to think. Why do women always want to think things to death?” he mumbled to the empty car.
It was a serious character flaw of the whole damn species in his opinion. But still he’d managed to walk away to give her the time she’d said she needed but it was with a cost. He had a raging hard on and it was damned uncomfortable to drive.
“Dammit,” he cursed aloud.
Why hadn’t he pushed the issue? She’d wanted him as much as he’d wanted her. He knew it. He’d felt the way her nipples had hardened at his touch. And the way she’d just kissed him. He would have thought it impossible for his dick to get any harder but it did at the thought of her moans and the way she had moved against him. His dick threatened to burst free of his pants. Dammit, he cursed again. He hated cold showers.
Dylan was about to exit onto the highway when his cell phone rang. He reached for it in the console between his seats.
“Hello,” he answered gruffly.
“Come back now,” Sasha’s husky voice came through on the other end.
He slammed on breaks thankful there was nothing behind him and pulled out of the exit lane for the interstate.
“What? I thought you said you needed time to think about what you were doing,” he said looking for a place to make a U-turn.
“I thought about it already. It took me a whole two minutes from the time you walked to your car and I closed my door, to realize what an idiot I am. I want you and that’s all I need to know for now. The rest I’ll figure it out later.”
This was what he wanted. Had just been beating himself up over. And she’d come to this conclusion on her own. He hadn't he even had to push the issue. Yet he found himself hesitating. He didn’t want her to have regrets in the morning. He wanted what they had to be the beginning of something. He could understand the want and the need. His body was screaming at him to turn the hell around while his brain was telling him to wait. When the hell did I get all these morals, he asked himself, knowing his desires would go unfulfilled tonight. He made a U-turn and headed back to the interstate and home.
“Look Sasha. I want what we have to be special the first time. I want it to be the beginning of something. Not just a night of sex.”
Though what she offered held some definite appeal he knew it wasn’t how he wanted it to be in the long run. He’d meant what he said about wanting this to be the beginning of something between them.
“So I’m gonna go on home, have a cold shower and a shot of something 80 proof.”
“But I need you. I don’t want to go to bed feeling like this? My whole body is on fire. It’s aching for you,” she said her voice husky with need and longing.
Dear god. Was this a test? He felt his body respond to the need in her voice and wondered if his zipper would hold. He briefly thought of trying to adjust himself but decided against that course of action. If he started he was scared he’d end up on the side of the road whacking off like some damn pervert.
“I know how you feel sweetheart. But you said it yourself. You’re not used to doing anything like this. I can respect you for admitting you need time to think this thing through before just jumping in head first. I don’t want there to be any regrets later.”
He’d made the right decision.
“Now talk to me while I drive home,” he said, having exited onto the interstate.
“I want you to stop being so damned rational and come back and fuck me. How’s that for conversation,” she said her voice coming out in a huff.
His dick responded instantly. This was going to be a long drive home.
Chapter 13
Sasha rolled over in bed the next morning feeling absolutely drained. She hadn't gotten to sleep until the sun was peeking through the blinds. She had talked to Dylan during his long drive home and then for some time after he’d gotten there. It had been almost four o’clock when they’d reluctantly gotten off the phone. She groaned as she recalled their conversation. Had she really begged him to come back and have sex with her last night? Where had all of her self control gone not to mention her dignity? Both seemed to be nonexistent when it came to Dylan. No man had ever made her feel so many emotions, each one more intense than the next.
Turning onto her side, she tucked her arm under the pillow. Her hand brushed against something hard. Sasha sat up in bed, pushing her loose braids out of her eyes, and looked under the pillow. She felt her face heat and her cunt spasm as her eyes lit upon the vibrator.
It had been a gift from Cat for her thirtieth birthday. When she’d seen it nestled in the folds of tissue paper, she’d wanted to sink through the floor in embarrassment. She had tucked the box at the back of her closet to make sure it would never be accidentally seen while looking for something else. And that was where it had sat unused until the wee hours of this morning when her body had demanded fulfillment and her own fingers were neither long enough nor thick enough to give the much needed relief she’d craved.
Sasha leaned back against the pillows and examined the thick head of the vibrator, running the tip of her finger over the rounded head and down the thickly ribbed shaft. She felt her body quiver as she recalled how those ridges had felt rubbing along the sensitive insides of her tender cunt. When she’d finally shoved it deep inside her hot and wet tunnel she’d gasped as the breath had left her body at the pleasure of having something so thick inside her. Over and over again she’d shoved it into her quivering flesh always a fraction of an inch away from that all too elusive spot she needed to reach to obtain maximum pleasure. Finally frustrated with not being able to cum she’d remembered Cat’s recommended positions. Sasha could laugh now over how she’d almost fallen off her tall bed trying to reach the discarded packaging on the floor and keep the vibrator deeply inserted in her cunt. She’d read the different positions as she’d slowly moved the massive object in and out of her to keep her senses on edge. When her eyes spotted bold lettering she’d felt moisture leak from her center and roll down between her ass cheeks. Before she could give it too much thought she’d pulled the vibrator from her wet lips and moved to her knees her legs spread wide. She’d raised herself up a little and placed the base of the vibrator down on the bed. The head, now glistening with her moisture, pointed straight up as if it were waiting for her. Rising up a little higher
on her knees she moved over the waiting head and sank down. She’d not been able to restrain the groan of pleasure she’d felt over having her cunt stretched once again to its full capacity. It’d taken her a few attempts to find her rhythm with no one under her to hold her upright but once she’d found the motion she needed to obtain complete pleasure she’d allowed her thoughts to run free.
With one hand holding the base in place her other had been free to caress her small breasts. The already hardened nipples had been pinched and pulled. With each tug on the pebble hard nubs she’d felt a quiver in her stomach. The vibrator had disappeared to be replaced by Dylan’s hard, thick length thrusting up into her waiting and hot cavern. Her juices had rolled down along the sides of his hard shaft each time she’d pulled up and with each decent she’d heard the squish and her juices had flowed even more. As she’d ridden him for all she was worth she picked up the pace and began dropping all her weight back down allowing the head to finally graze that elusive spot. A groan escaped her open mouth as her orgasm lingered just outside her reach. Strong fingers moved from her nipples slowly down her taut stomach to between her legs. They played briefly in her low cut bush, grazing her swollen clit on purpose before moving away to caress her tensed ass cheeks. But as if they could not resist the hand returned to her throbbing bud moving with more force against her clit. Sure fingers rubbed it into a swollen hard point to match the nipples they’d been playing with a few moments ago. She’d felt the orgasm building deep inside her and as she’d plunged down one final time she’d screamed her pleasure as she finally hit that spot full on and her cunt began to pulse and juices began to gush from her. Her body pulled up once more. She felt the multiple ridges massaging the sides of sensitive flesh and she dropped all her weight down and felt her orgasm take complete control of her as her cunt muscles spasmed around the thick dick buried so deep inside of her. She immediately felt another orgasm take control after the first one faded as her inner muscles continued to massage the hardened length inside of her.
Sasha fell forward on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, as she tried to control her breathing after such a powerful orgasm. Her memories of last night and what had just happened became intertwined. She shifted to bring her arms from beneath the weight of her body and felt her cunt spasm again around the vibrator still inserted deep inside her walls. Oh god. She’d had the damn thing for three years and had never used it once and now she’d used it twice within hours of each other.
Rolling to her back Sasha reached between her legs and pulled the vibrator slowly from her swollen cunt. She should have been prepared for the way it felt moving from her channel but she still gasped at the pleasure of it and had to fight the urge to shove it back inside. She pushed the covers aside and got up from bed. Her legs were weak from their kneeling position on the bed causing her to move cautiously across her large bedroom towards her master bath taking the vibrator with her. She cleaned it and put it back in the box, returning it to its original place at the back of her closet. A small smile tilted her lips up as she hoped she’d never have to resort to using it again.
During the night she had come to grips with a few things. Her want of Dylan being one of them and the other being the fact she wanted to see where things could go between them if given a chance. She realized this meant going against every rule she had but she felt as if she’d be cheating herself if she didn’t.
“I need a hot shower and some coffee,” she mumbled to herself.
Knowing she would be in the shower awhile, Sasha decided to put the coffee on first. She briefly contemplated putting on her robe to cover the short t-shirt she’d worn to bed the night before but disregarded it as a waste of time. She was heading back upstairs by way of the back steps off of her laundry room when her doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock over the stove. It was barely eight o’clock. It wasn’t unusual for her friends to come over for coffee or an early session at the gym, but not knowing how her evening with Dylan might end she’d thought she’d canceled any plans. Oh well, if she hadn't it would do her good to go to the gym. Maybe work off a little frustration.
Sasha opened her door, hiding herself behind it as best she could, all too aware of how little she had on. But when she saw Dylan standing there she stepped from behind the door and opened it a little wider. Her body’s response to seeing the man she’d longed to have lying between her legs last night and this morning was immediate and intense.
“May I come in?” he asked his hands shoved down in the front pockets of his jeans.
His look was a little hesitant as he stood there. She didn’t think she had ever seen him in jeans before. Her hungry gaze roamed over him. Everything this man put on made him look hot. Stepping back, she allowed him to enter. She leaned against the coolness of her front door hoping it would help reduce her body’s temperature which had been rising slowly since she’d opened the door. She realized she probably should have felt some kind of embarrassment over her state of undress but she quickly pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Before this day was over she planned to be in his presence with even less clothes on.
“This is a pleasant surprise,” she said, her fingers itching to reach out and smooth the material of his t-shirt over his chest.
Patience she told herself. You’ll get the opportunity to touch every inch of him in time.
“I hope you don’t mind my not calling first,” he asked and Sasha could hear the uncertainty in his voice.
“No that’s fine. Would you like some coffee? I just put some on. It should be ready now,” she said and moved towards the kitchen without waiting for his reply.
She felt his eyes upon her as she moved about the kitchen getting cups out of the cabinet. The hem of her t-shirt moved up to graze against the curve of her butt as she stood on tip toes to reach them. Sasha glanced back over her shoulder to find his heated gaze staring back at her. Her hands trembled as she carefully carried the cups over to the coffee pot.
“Would you like cream, sugar?”
Or me, she added in her head. She barely stifled the giggle bubbling up at the inane thought. She filled two cups and moved back towards the island where she carefully placed both cups on the marble surface.
“No black is fine thanks,” he replied shifting a little on the barstool.
She filed that bit of information away for later use and headed towards the refrigerator to get out creamer for her coffee. Her departure was halted when she felt a gentle tug on her hand.
“Sasha.”
The voice that called her name was thick and strained with an emotion she couldn't define. Dylan pulled her back to stand between his open legs. Trembling hands brought her chin up to meet his stormy gaze.
“Please forgive me for not being strong enough to honor your wishes,” he said before lowering his mouth to hers.
She didn’t get the chance to tell him it was okay before his soft lips took hers in a kiss so gentle it threatened to bring her to tears. His hand gripped the back of her head and quickly tangled his fingers in her hair. He held her steady as he inserted his tongue between her parted lips and proceeded to plunder her mouth. A gasp of shock escaped her when his tongue began massaging the tender insides of her top and bottom lips. Pleasure ran through her body. His hands moved down to pull her hips closer to the center of his heat. A rush of moisture flooded her already drenched panties. Oh God she needed him closer. She twined her arms around his waist and closed the distance remaining between them. Oh yes that was much better, she thought as she rubbed herself against his swollen hardness. She pulled his shirt from where it was tucked into the waistband of his jeans. She needed to feel his skin. Wanted to kiss every inch of it.
Finally after what seemed like hours and mere moments at the same time, Dylan lifted his head to allow them a breath. But his lips weren’t idle. Sasha moved her head to the side as they kissed their way across her jaw down the slender line of her neck. The tender kisses he placed along his route caused shivers to run through h
er body.
“I need you Sasha,” he moaned against her shoulder.
Her head fell back as his hands traveled down the backs of her thighs back up to cup her ass. When his hands moved inside her panties to cup her naked flesh her knees buckled. She reached for Dylan’s shoulders for support. Determined fingers pulled her cheeks apart and ran a finger along the crease. He played around the rim of her puckered hole before moving lower to place a long finger at the center of her moisture, causing Sasha to gasp in pleasure. Another finger joined in. They moved in and out, stretching her at the odd angle. Her body greedily accepted them but she needed more. Her mouth opened to tell him but no words came out. She couldn’t think beyond what he was doing to her. His hot mouth nibbling at her shoulder. His fingers thrusting deeper inside of her. She stood on tiptoes, which brought her nipples in contact with his open mouth. Apparently understanding her request, Dylan quickly caught the cotton covered nub in his mouth. The pleasure of his fingers inserted deep inside and her nipple in the hot cavern of his mouth was too much for her. Sasha moved against the fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy searching for release.
“Please Dylan. I need to cum,” she begged.
“You will baby trust me,” he said releasing her nipple. He moved down to take her mouth plunging his tongue deep inside as his fingers moved for deeper access between her legs.
The familiar pressure of a powerful orgasm pulled at her as she rode the fingers plundering her dripping pussy. She felt him pull them free of her clenching lips to move them around the outside of her anus. She’d never had anyone play with that part of her body before and felt excitement run through her. Fear of pain and possible pleasure making her body react even more. She jerked at the first push of his finger into her puckered hole. Her stomach muscles tensed.