by S. C. Adams
I look up at her, and she has her eyes closed and her head back. Her hands are clutching the bedspread. I kiss her inner thigh from the knee to right before the edge of her panties, each kiss being planted right after the other, so close together, edging closer and closer. She is panting now, and I want her to continue.
Once I place that final kiss, I hear a small gasp escape her lips. I look up to see her watching me with a dreamy look on her face, begging me not to stop. I smile and turn my head to plant a kiss on her other thigh. I kiss all the way down just like before until right before her panties. Again she gasps, this time longer. She is begging me silently to keep going.
I hook my fingers in the top of her panties and slowly pull them down. She lets me without any hesitation. I slowly come back to between her legs and place a few more small gentle kisses right on her inner thighs, just next to her lower lips so that my cheeks brush against them. She gasps again.
I kiss her lower lips from the bottom to the top. She moans softly with each kiss. I stick my tongue out and gently glide it up her slit, then repeat the motion. She lets out a slightly louder moan that I just love.
I press the tip of my tongue right against her clitoris and circle it slowly one way, then the other. She gets louder and louder, and I stop suddenly and look up at her.
“Why’d you stop?”
I reach over and hand her one of the pillows lying nearby. She looks at it, then at me. I nod my head toward the doorway, signaling that my daughter is just down the hall like she had said. She giggles and takes the pillow from me.
As soon as she does, I return my tongue to its station, and she places the pillow over her mouth. I start to suckle her clitoris, which makes her quiver. I press my tongue flat against her clit and rub slowly. She moans against the pillow and quivers around my head. I keep going until her legs are shaking.
Then I remember Phil mentioning something that sounded rather silly, but he claimed that it works every time. I press the tip of my tongue firmly against her clitoris and start to write the alphabet right against it.
A… B… C…
She keens softly. Her legs quiver against my head.
D… E… F… G…
I can hear her breathing getting faster, heavier.
H… I… J…
Each flick makes her shake, makes her moan. I can hear her nails on the pillow.
K… L… M… N…
Her breathing is faster, and she is getting louder.
O… P… Q… R… S…
Each little breath that escapes her mouth comes out in a surprised gasp.
T… U… V…
Her legs start to hold my head in place. Her chest is bouncing quickly up and down with each tiny breath. The pillow is barely muffling her moans.
W… X… Y…
Her back arches, pressing her clit right into my lips.
Z…
Her entire body quakes, and she is screaming into the pillow, only barely muffled. I start to worry that Sadie will wake, but I can’t think about that now. My lips are pressed against her clit, and my tongue is flicking, keeping her orgasm going strong.
After a short while, she places a hand on my head, slightly pushing me away. I sit up and pull off my shirt, wiping my mouth off. I look over her gorgeous body. She is only barely covered by her shirt, and she has her legs writhing together, savoring the feeling. She is breathing heavily with the pillow next to her, barely clutched in her hand.
She looks at me with a smile and mouths, “Wow.”
I remove the rest of my clothing, then slowly remove the rest of hers. I climb on top of her and kiss her gently on the lips. She pulls me into a deep kiss, holding me there for a few seconds. I lie on top of her, enjoying the feeling of our warm skin against each other.
She runs her nails over my back, and it makes me shiver. I reach down to gently caress her womanhood, and she moans softly in my ear. Then I grab my cock and tease her with the very tip, sliding up and down her slit. She smiles and pulls me into another kiss.
I take the hint and ease my cock inside her. I keep her lips pressed against mine as I slowly begin to thrust into her, my cock feeling every inch she has to offer. Then she slips her tongue into my mouth and lets it dance with mine.
I pull my cock back until just the tip is inside her, then slowly ease in until our pelvises are flush together. Again and again I do it, making her moan each and every time. Then I slowly quicken the pace while planting small kisses on her neck. The sound of her in my ear is heavenly music coaxing a few small moans from my own mouth.
Her tight, wet pussy feels so warm around my cock. I quicken my pace again until I am slamming my cock right inside her with a smack every time our pelvises clash.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
She cries out loudly. I try to cover her mouth with my hand, but she just pushes it away.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
I press my lips against hers and feel her moans echoing in my open maw. Then I moan against it, and we create a sexual cacophony, just barely muffled between our cheeks.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her body shivers beneath me. I can feel her pussy tightening around me, pulsating. Each thrust sends a wave through her body that crashes back against me and sends it back.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her nails are digging into my back, and I don’t want her to stop, but I don’t know how much longer I can handle it. She kisses me and holds me close. I want her to cum for me. I love how she feels.
Smack! Smack!
“Cum for me,” I whisper in her ear.
Just those few little words send her over the edge. She screams out in pleasure as her body shakes and quivers again. This time she is bucking up under me. I keep thrusting into her, harder than ever, making her scream. She keeps going, shivering and moaning. It’s almost too much to bear. Finally, her body goes limp beneath me except for the small twitches that occur when I thrust back into her.
I smile and pull myself away from her. I lie next to her and hold her close until she stops shaking. I kiss her on the head, and she snuggles into me. Just lying here with her in my arms makes my heart soar. I want more of this.
After a few minutes, she lifts herself and smiles at me. I smile back, happy as can be, but I can see a spark left in her eye. She’s, by far, not done.
She straddles my lap with her pussy right over my cock. I lie back and enjoy the view as she lowers herself onto me. I groan softly as I feel my cock enter her slowly. Every inch tingles, still a bit sensitive from her orgasm. As soon as my entire length is within her, she pauses, just enjoying that fact.
She places her hands on my chest and begins to slowly rock back and forth. Every time she rocks I moan—I can’t help it. She rocks harder, pressing herself down as far as she can on my cock. She forces the sound out of me. I place a hand over hers, and her nails start to dig in.
I place my other hand right on her ass with a soft smack. She moans at the slap and picks up her pace. My eyes roll back, and I start to breathe heavily through my nose. She rocks harder until I can barely contain myself.
My cock throbs within her. She pants softly, and I hold her hand tight and her ass firmly. I let out a few grunts, then bring my hands up to cup her face, bringing it down to mine. I press my lips firmly against her and start to buck up under her.
I keep one hand on her head and bring the other back to her rear, holding her firmly against me. I buck again and again as she rides me until I feel her body starting to quake. Her body shivers and her pussy clamps down tight. My cock starts to throb, and I moan against her lips.
She holds me close, keeping herself as close as possible. She breathes heavily through her nose while she kisses me. I hold her close as my cock pumps hard inside her, filling her completely. Slowly our bodies become one, holding each other in that instant. We are as close as possible, and for a moment it feels like it will go on forever.
Sadly, all good things must come to an end. She finally bre
aks the kiss and slowly slides off me. Without saying another word, she gets up and starts to get dressed. I watch her collect her clothing and feel an immense sadness fill my heart. I don’t want her to go. Honestly, I’m not even sure she wants to go.
She pulls up her pants and puts on her shirt, then looks back at me as I get up, grab my robe, and tie it closed. She follows me downstairs and to the front door.
I pull her into a kiss, holding the back of her head. We melt once more, but only for a moment before she pulls away. I plant one last small kiss on her lips before she opens the door and is once again out of my life.
I head back up to bed and throw myself under the covers, not even caring that I’m still buck naked. I lie there thinking about her. I think about everything—her laugh, her smile, her body, her mind. I want her here, right here. I want her snuggled up against me under the covers.
I just want her.
10
Claire
It’s been a few days since I’ve seen Hailey, and boy, do we have a lot to catch up on. Ultimately not a lot has happened, but in our little edge of the universe, it seems like it has. I never expected to go home with Alex after meeting with his daughter. I hadn’t realized how late it was when I left.
It was such an amazing night. His little girl is just so cute. She is creative and smart. She knows exactly what she wants for her birthday, which makes my job pretty simple. I thought maybe we might go out to eat somewhere, but to get invited to his house to have dinner with him and his daughter? That threw me right off.
I was a little scared when we got there and there was someone cooking in the kitchen. I thought for sure he’d met someone else, but no. It was just his nanny, who is a wonderful lady. She truly cares for that little girl and for him. She’s definitely one of the family to them.
After dinner I was sure I was going to go home. But how can you say no to a little girl asking you to go see her room? And then how can you deny an impromptu tea party? I didn’t know that something so simple and innocent could turn into something more. I don’t know how long Alex had been watching us, but I’m pretty sure it was enough time for him to know I was going to sleep with him.
Oh my God, he’s great in bed. I thought I was done when he whispered in my ear, and it seemed that he would have been happy being done then too. But it’s just not like me to leave a man unfinished after something like that. I just had to climb back on and finish the job—and finish the job I did.
I see Hailey come through the doors and right into my office. She sets a tray down on the desk with two large shake-like coffees topped with mounds of whipped cream. She sets her things down and doesn’t say a word, first handing me one of the cups, then pulling the other out for herself. She pulls a chair up close to the desk, sits down, takes a long sip of her drink, and looks me right in the eye.
“Tell. Me. Everything.”
She sits back in the chair with her drink in her hands, looking at me like a three-year-old waiting to hear a tall tale from Mom. I smile and take a sip of my drink. Then I wave one hand with a flourish.
“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.”
She knew there was some sort of thing between me and Alex when he came to drop off my wallet. She knew it right away. I know she was kind of hoping that he and I would do it right after she left, but we didn’t.
I told her everything about meeting his daughter and the party, and she volunteered to help me out with the party. She loves all things glittery and pink. I start to tell her about the night in his car, and how he’d told his driver to put on some tunes and put in some ear plugs.
“Are you serious?” Hailey laughs.
“Like the plague. We had some great sex in his limo.”
“It was a limo? He has a limo. He has a limo?”
“Oh yeah. It was hot. But wait, there’s more.”
Then I tell her the best part. Okay, not the best part. But it’s the part that leads to the best part.
“So, after talking everything over with Sadie, he asks me over to his place.” I pause dramatically. “For dinner.”
“Oh. My. God. Did you go? Tell me you went.”
“Oh, I went. He had a car pick us all up. We went to his place, which is amazing by the way.”
“How amazing?”
“Brownstone.”
Her eyes light up when I say that. She’s always wanted to live in a brownstone. She loves the sort of old-timey architecture about the city. She waves her hand for me to continue the story, and she takes sip like a Great Dane drinking out of a bowl. Her drink is nearly gone.
I tell her a little about Imelda, and she “aww”s at that. She thinks it’s sweet that he has a nanny for his girl and that he’s a real family man. I tell her that Sadie invited me up to her room and about the little tea party.
“Okay, so you’ve seen this guy multiple times, you have great sex, he’s hired you, and you’ve met his daughter.”
I nod.
“So, when’s the wedding?” Hailey jokes.
“It’s not like that, Hailey.”
“You had a tea party with his daughter. How is it not?”
“Because neither of us are looking for commitment. It’s all just a… series… of one-night stands. That’s all.” I start to doubt myself even as I tell her. I’ve never continued to sleep with a one-night stand before. We did make it clear that this was a onetime thing, just a fling from the internet.
“A series. At the rate you two are going, it’s gonna be church bells in a matter of weeks.”
“You really think so?”
She gives me a look. “You both laid it out from the beginning. Just a fling. Neither of you are looking for a relationship, and he doesn’t want any more kids, right?”
“He’s hinted at that.”
“Just don’t dive in too deep. He’s a charmer, for sure. But he’s a big fish in this place, and you have to throw him back at some point.”
I know that she’s right, but I honestly don’t want to believe it. I’ve been enjoying my time with Alex, and I really think he has too. I know what we said, but we also said it was just one night. Clearly, we were wrong then. Why can’t we be wrong now?
Hailey pulls a sketch pad from her bag and plops it on the desk. She asks a few basic questions about the venue and theme. Where is it? What room? What are the lighting options?
She knows most of the more common venues and pretty much has all their rooms committed to memory. She draws out a basic sketch of the room with linens, lights, and all. She asks where things are supposed to go: cake, flowers, etc. I point out where Sadie wants these things, and she quickly adds them to the sketches.
I pull out my sketch pad where Sadie drew the flowers and show her. “She wants these flowers.”
Hailey looks over them and giggles. “Oh my God. These are so cute. She drew these?”
“I asked her to.”
“You started bonding even before dinner, didn’t you?”
“I was doing my job.”
“Did he make eye contact with you?”
I nod.
“Was he smiling with a little sparkle in his eye?”
I thought about it for a second, then nodded.
“And he encouraged Sadie’s playfulness?”
I nodded again, and she put up her hands, effectively saying, “Well, there ya go.”
“You really think he would change his mind about this whole thing just being a fling?”
“Haven’t you?”
I hadn’t really thought that hard about it, but I guess I kind of have. Normally I don’t see my flings afterward. Ever. I mean, I’d still take a job from them, but if they made it weird, like say going to their house for dinner, I’d probably leave. I haven’t left him. Do I feel something for him?
We talk about the job for a short while until it’s clear she has something else to say. I watch her squirm a little trying not to say it but clearly wanting to. I sigh and put my pen down, signaling that she just needs to s
pit it out.
She lays her hands flat on the desk and looks at me.
“He seems like a really nice guy and I know you can make decisions for yourself, but I don’t want to see you get hurt. You told me everything that happened with…” She gestures with her eyes, not daring to say my ex’s name. She honestly treats him like an evil wizard that gains power by any mention of him.
“I just want you to be careful and not jump in too deep. It may seem nice now, and well, he’s loaded. That’s for sure. But, you know, for your sake, and a little for his… be careful.”
I know she means well. I really appreciate it. I know I shouldn’t just dive in, but in a way, we both kind of have. I mean he invited me to his house. How much more diving can there really be?
We continue working on the party and make a few phone calls. I ask her to call up one of her old friends who knows a good seamstress for children’s costumes. Once we get her on the line, I go over the details and get everything squared away for Sadie’s dress.
Hailey makes faces at me all the while I’m on the phone. I know she’s questioning why I took the job for him, why I stayed later to interact with Sadie, and why I’m now arguing with an old Italian woman about how many ruffles should be on a five-year-old’s princess gown.
My personal phone buzzes on my desk, and I wave to let Hailey grab it. I’m stuck on the phone with the dressmaker. She’s not going to stop talking, so I hope whoever is trying to reach me isn’t important.
Hailey grabs my phone and looks at the screen. Her eyes get wide, and then she looks up at me with a grin. I mouth, “Who is it?” to her, and she laughs quietly. I lean over the table to snatch the phone from her, and she leans away, gets out of her seat, and walks far enough away that the cord on this phone won’t reach her.
“I had a really great time on Sunday,” Hailey reads.