by Shey Stahl
“No.” I admit.
He winks. “Good.” His left hand leaves my body and then moves to his hip and lets the towel around his waist fall away. “You’re too fuckin’ sexy for that.”
And then he’s naked before me and my panties are gone. How that towel made it this long is surprising.
He doesn’t give me much of a chance to worship his body before he’s removing my dress eagerly. And then he stops once it’s off and stares at every curve.
Just when he leans in, I think he’s going to say something sexy, make me scream out in pleasure just from his words. “Where’s your dog?” He whispers. Some amusement, some concern.
“With Jade.”
He cocks an eyebrow and pulls back as though this is the right time to say this. “Did you know she’s a stripper?”
Seriously? He’s been teasing me for weeks and now he wants to fucking talk?
“Tathan?” The desire clenches in my stomach. I can’t take this much longer.
“Yes?”
“Fuck me.”
I don’t have to do much else to convince him before his kiss finds my cherry red swollen lips, his tongue searching mine, giving me everything I need with just that one kiss. As fucking crazy as that sounds. Cradling my face in his talented hands so he can kiss me even deeper, it’s all hunger and passion and whispers of need until he stops and gives me a look I know. It’s want. Undeniable gasping want. The kind that lets you know you’ve waited too long.
He was silent as his hands push me back down on the bed hovering over me gazing down at what I know now he’s dying to take. Lust fills his eyes before his head dips down before meeting my lips and then pulls my nipples in his mouth. I jerk forward wrapping my legs around his waist. “Oh God, Tathan!”
He growls, too focused to stop, as if that sound is what he’s been dying to hear for months. I bet it is too. I know he’s been dreaming about this for a while. It’s one of those encounters where your entire body tingles with each touch because you’ve wanted it that bad.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks sucking on my ear when I wrap my legs around his waist, his hips flexing forward to where his dick is at my entrance with the slightest bit of pressure. “You have to tell me how bad you want this.”
He’s a tease.
Rubbing against my clit, it’s a slow torture I can’t take and I want him inside. Fuck this rubbing shit. “We could get plastered and I could take you unwillingly again if you prefer that ...” My head twists on the pillow to peer up at him just about the time he sucks in a breath at the sensations, “either way, we’re having sex.”
He gives me nothing but a heated glance, a low rumble to his breath as he goes to work. Gripping my ass, he gives into one last long seductive grind into his erection that reminds me just how much I enjoyed dry humping in high school. Safe, but oh so pleasurable.
It’s clear just how much sexual tension has been building for months. It was one of those sexual encounters that would be all grunting and sticky skin as we pounded into one another. Part of me was worried that we would rush through this and I didn’t want that at all. I said one date and I meant that. In my mind, it wasn’t going past tonight. It was probably all bullshit though.
Before he can do anything else, I raise my hands up to his shoulders and give a little push back. He resists at first but then knows I have something I want to do first.
He knows exactly what I have planned when he’s lying where I once was. His hands go behind his head with a smile. It’s right then with the light coming in from the bathroom that I get a good look at him naked, this time my memory isn’t foggy and I know I’ll remember this. My gaze wanders over the sharp edges of his cut hips that give way to what I’ve been wanting to get a good look at these last few months. He’s not overly huge but he’s not small either and I can’t wait to get that inside of me.
My heart races as I look up at him with my head inches from what I’ve so desperately wanted to ride the last six months. “You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you?”
“Look at me,” our eyes meet as my lips wrap around his tip. “Oh yeah, I’ve been dreaming about that.”
“When?” It’s hard to speak around him, but I do because I really want to know what exactly he’s been dreaming about and if it matches my fantasies.
“Every time I look at your mouth, I think about it doing things to me.” His brow arches but I can see when I make the move to take him all the way in, it’s hard for him to keep talking. “Why do you think I didn’t come into the office all week?”
I stop and sit up. Frustration marks his eyes that I stopped. “Seriously?”
He sits up on his elbows and peers down at me. I know he’s restraining himself from just shoving my face in his lap. “I got a taste of you eight months ago. Just a little fucking taste. Two weeks ago I got another little taste.” I suck in a breath as he continues, my palms flat against his upper thighs. “So asking what I dream about ...” he shakes his head, “I’m sure you can imagine why.”
I ease back down his body, my eyes on his as he holds the base of his dick with one hand, the other resting behind his head again. Wrapping my hand around him, I slowly bring my lips to the tip again before taking a long lick from the base to tip leaving him gasping when I make another slow circle around the head.
I take it slow at first but then before long I’m taking him all the way in my mouth with more enthusiasm. Tathan bucks his hips to meet my movements, his left hand moving from himself to thread in my hair giving me a gentle coax to continue. The noises that slip past his lips are ones I never knew I needed to hear. They would forever be engrained in my head now. It’s me making him feel like this, making him utter sounds of unadulterated pleasure.
Just about the time I know he probably feels my spit on his balls, he’s stopping me.
With an agonized growl, he pulls me up by toward his chest. “I’m going to fucking come if you keep that up.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I laugh, his arms wrapping around my lower back and then move to my ass where he gives me a squeeze and rolls us so he’s pressing between the wetness of my thighs.
“No. I’m dying to get inside of you when you’ll remember it’s me.” He says capturing my rapt attention with every word.
I’m dying too.
“Do you have protection?” I ask when I realize he’s moments away from entering me.
Tathan nods. “I’ll be right back.” He removes himself from me and walks down the hall. I sit up on my elbows and watch him walk into the bathroom. His tight strong body stands tall, the lean muscles of his stomach flexing as he walks toward me.
He crawls up my body spreading my legs with his knees, each one of his hands beside my head.
“Jesus Christ, you’re ...” I put my fingertips to his lips.
“Don’t say that. Every guy says you’re beautiful or sexy ... That’s not you.”
“I was going to say wet.” He murmurs settling between my very open and ready legs.
I laugh tracing his lips with my fingers. “Wow. Original.”
Why the fuck are we talking? We’re supposed to be fucking.
Capturing his mouth again, talking ceases and I let out a moan that borders on spastic and reaches pornographic levels. He’s doing the same, barely able to breathe and instead starts grunting and nipping my skin like an animal.
His face moves from my neck and looks into my eyes.
He watches me and then looks at the nightstand, stalling. “Should we play some Elvis?”
“Why are you talking? What’s wrong with you?”
“Nervous?” It’s like he’s asking me. Silly.
“Are you really?”
“No. Not really, just messing with you.” There’s an entertaining shake to his head as his mouth curves into a smile when he pushes forward, his dick pressing deeply inside me. “That’s it, baby.” His voice sends my body into shivers, full on shivers like I’m freezing only it’s because at l
ast, he’s inside me and I’m going to remember this.
I want to scream out in pleasure again, but I hold back and press my mouth to his. I hang on to him anywhere I could. It was as though we were both struggling to gain some sort of composure, but we have none. His body trembles during the first few moments, struggling to gain rhythm maybe but when his head buries in my neck, I know he feels it too.
Moving his lips along my jaw, with a low groan he pulls my face to his pressing his lips against mine for a slow kiss that had the makings of being storybook-worthy. Only he can’t make it be romantic right now. Frustration shakes him and his tongue plunges deep in my mouth, his hips thrusting with steady force against mine, our skin slapping together.
He clenches his jaw as he bucks his hips, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Jesus.”
As I rock my hips into his movements, a rhythm that comes easy for us, he breathes rapidly in my hair as his hands slide up my sides and then cradle my head drawing me into his kiss. “Fuck, Tathan, I should have given in sooner.” I breathe into his mouth.
He shakes his head, not caring. “It was fucking worth it.” He says against the skin of my neck that arches to his touch. He draws back, his movements never stopping but our kiss stops, our eyes lock and I’m there, trapped in that gaze that harassed me for so long. We both inhale right then because there is something incredibly intimate about this moment that I can’t shake.
You know what I hate most? When women glorify sex into something it’s not. Saying shit like he’s a god and I’ve never had it so good or that he was hung down to his knees. Who the fuck wants a donkey’s dick inside them?
Certainly not me.
Was he a god in bed?
I wouldn’t know. I’d been so long since I’d had sex it was amazing regardless.
That was until I realized, I need this to last. I could feel the change and knew he was close. It’s in the way he’s moving faster and going from kissing to just panting. In no way did I want this to end. I want every single position I can get my body into with the sex continuing for hours. I need it for hours if this isn’t going past tonight.
“Make this last!” I say, slapping his face. Yes, I just slapped Tathan across the face.
He gives me a stern look, his eyes falling over every inch of my face. “You sure you want that?”
My heart races, unsure. “Yes.”
Without another word, he flips me over so my face is pressing into my mattress and I can feel his dick sliding along the crack of my ass.
Uh, what? No way. No exit ramp entrance.
I’m just about to protest, twisting my head to the side, I see his hand come up and slam against my headboard rocking me forward. “Be careful what you wish for.”
“No back door action tonight, buddy.”
He says nothing. Grins, yes, but no words. He’s grinding into me so he’s distracted, I’m sure.
The hand that’s not on the headboard then slides over my ass and down the back of my right thigh where he wraps it behind my knee and positions me so that my ass is slightly elevated. It’s not enough that he angles his hips and drives into me so hard the top of my head slams into the headboard.
I squeal in delight that he’s giving me what I need. “Fuck yes. That’s it!”
Pile drive me baby. Fucking pile drive me!
I want to scream out, “Go deep or go home!” But I don’t.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” He says, as if he’s answering my unspoken words.
What? Oh God!
His hand moves from my leg, up my ass again where he gives it one quick squeeze before curving around the front of my hip and between my thighs. Giving me his weight, just enough that I can feel the rapid beating of his heart against my shoulder blades and the way his breath feels in my ear, I know he’s loving this just as much. “Seeing you in a bikini night after night was the death of me. All I could focus on when you’d step out and wrap that towel around your body was how fucking bad I wanted to lick every drop of water off your skin.” His tongue darts out right then and licks from my shoulder over my collarbone and up the side of my neck. “So fuckin’ sexy.”
For these last few weeks, Tathan for the most part has been quiet and never giving me much to go on. I knew deep down he was dirty by his occasional comments but goddamn was this hot.
His fingers slide over my clit with just the slightest pressure, enough that it gives me what I need. And then he removes his fingers and immediately replaces them with mine. “Make yourself come. I wanna see you fall apart on my dick.”
Oh God.
I do as he says. I may not like to be told what to do but damn, this is fucking hot and suddenly loving being told what to do.
My fingers work over me, giving in has never been so easy with Tathan sliding in and out of my pussy at just the right speed and his dirty words whispering over my breathy moans become my breaking point.
When I start to shake, I feel the smile that lifts his cheeks pressed against my shoulder, his chest pressing more firmly into my back as my legs tense, trapped beneath his. “So sexy.” He whispers in my ear. “That’s it.”
I’m sweating so bad at that point when he raises up our bodies stick together. He gets up on his knees with me still flat on my stomach and then takes both his hands to grip my ass again moving me the way he wants. My ass bounces on him, each movement more forceful than the last until he suddenly stops and brings my hips up so that I’m on my hands and knees before him.
I look back over my shoulder at him. He’s certainly not done with me.
I’m not going to lie, we probably tried every position. Reverse cowgirl, missionary, doggie, spooning, crisscross, I had a pillow under my ass, my ankles wrapped around my ears, all that and loving every single minute of it. Thirty-one minutes into it, yes, thirty one fucking exotic minutes, I was soaking wet from sweat, as was Tathan, my legs burned, I was shaking and well, I felt fucked. I’d had at least three orgasms while Tathan fought off two and came a little on my stomach twice when he scrambled to stop and couldn’t.
At the thirty-two minute mark, Tathan is panting and I’m right there with him. I’m making some sort of similar noise but it is more like what you’d expect from someone who was having a panic attack.
We’re in the missionary position again, my hands on his ass as he pounds into me whispering dirty words. I certainly don’t need much friction down there anymore and with the way his pubic bone presses against me with his hard thrusts, it’s easy. I would have to say that’s the best part about the entire event. Aside from his kissing. It’s that I didn’t even have to try to have an orgasm.
With his head buried against my neck, certainly not speaking, his hips meet mine with erratic forceful movements. “Shit ... I’m sorry ...” he mutters as if I’m going to be disappointed that he lasted a half an hour, a violent growl emitting from him while his body began to tremble, the room echoing our desperate cries. The entire thing intensified as he arches his back and fists my hair into both of his hands that are cradling my face.
He has nothing to be sorry about and I think he knows this when he feels just how easily he slides in and out of me in those last few moments. We both gasp, our bodies trembling together as his movements slow.
“Jesus ...” Tathan sighs letting go of my hair and rolls off me, his breathing ragged.
“That’s what I’ve been missing out on?” I sit up on my elbows and cock an eyebrow at him.
“Uh ...” He breathes watching my face looking for any hint of satisfaction.
I don’t think he understands what I was implying, so I straddle him. “I meant that in a good way, Tathan. Now how long does this beast take to get ready again?” I gesture toward his monster between my legs.
“I could go all night long.” I go to climb on top again, half joking because I don’t think there is any way I could go again that soon and he stops me. “I need a minute here.”
Just as we’re getting ready for round two, Jade is kn
ocking on my door. “Amalie! I gotta go to work.”
“Shit.” I scramble to get to the door with a sheet covering my naked body.
When I get the door open, Jade frantically sets Oliver down inside my apartment and then jets out the door as I thank her.
“No prob!”
I’m not fast enough to get to Oliver but thankfully he doesn’t go into my room and instead camps out on the couch and closes his eyes like he’s exhausted.
When I get back to my room and close the door, Tathan’s waiting. “Round two?”
“Deal.”
We do go all night long. Turns out the Muff Magic Mate had some entertaining items in it. Penis boy knew his muff magic.
It’s just before the sun is rising and I know that I need to walk Oliver and get in the shower for work and kick Tathan out but I haven’t yet. I’m sticking to my one rule and he knows it.
Removing myself from the bed, I open my bedroom door knowing if I don’t walk Oliver soon I’ll be cleaning up pee. Only when I open the door, he flies through the room and onto the bed growling.
Tathan pulls my sheets up over him. “Amalie!”
I sigh rolling my eyes. These two will never get along. “Oliver, be nice to him.”
Oliver is about ready to attack so I grab his tiny vibrating body and then close the door after setting him in the bathroom. When I return to my room, Tathan looks frightened.
I have to laugh. It’s just too much. “How can someone like you, be scared of a puppy?”
Motioning me over to him with one finger, he smiles and says, “I’ll give you a reason to be scared, come here.”
I sigh taking in his naked body. Such a shame I have to kick him out.
“You know we don’t have time for another round, I have to get to work.”
“You do realize that I have some influence over the owner of Madsen Construction, right?” Tathan says with a child-like grin.
“Oh, honey, I’m tempted.”
He leans back and just sighs like a man without a care in the world.