by Avent, V. R.
“I never had an orgasm until tonight, on the wall.” I motioned my head to the wall where we had been.
“Are you shitting me right now?”
“No. I am not.”
“You never, ever, had an orgasm before tonight?”
“Not without the aid of batteries.”
He laughed. I didn’t know if it was at me or in disbelief.
“How the hell? Abi…What the hell? Don’t worry, baby. I will fix this little problem right now. Oh, and you will have plenty with me. Batteries not included, nor required, unless you want to get a little freaky.”
Still inside me, he laid the length of his body upon me, cradled my face, and kissed me slowly and passionately. He raised and pushed my left leg back just a bit. He fondled my left ass cheek and slowly pushed his semi-erect penis deeper into my tight pussy. He slowly pulled back and then slowly pushed in again. With every slow and gentle stroke in and out of my pussy, I felt his penis grow bigger and stronger inside of me. His sighs and moans grew louder with mine.
“Ah, yes, baby. You feel that? Do you feel how big and strong you are making me?”
“Yes. Yes, baby. It feels so good inside of me.”
“Your pussy is so fucking good, baby.” He pushed in me deeper. “Ah…so fucking tight.” He pulled back slightly. “Mmmm…so wet.”
He thrust a little harder. “Oh, yes, Abigail. So perfect.”
The sounds and the words coming from his mouth as he pushed deeper into me between every moan and groan made me more excited and turned on. I grabbed hold of both his shoulders and increased the speed and friction of my hips that I gyrated and thrust up to meet his. My body was building with excitement. I felt sensations deep inside my stomach pulling at me just as my panting and moans became louder and more frequent.
“Ah, ohhh. Shit. Sss…slow down, baby, before you make me cum,” Zach said with a husky voice.
“I want more,” I moaned out in response as my body begged, thirsty for this kind of release.
He smiled, stared passionately into my eyes, and kissed me deeply. He lifted and pushed back my right leg just as he had done with my left leg. He raised the length of his body off my own and repositioned himself onto his knees. He pulled out completely and went down and began to eat my pussy. My moans and groans filled the room. He sucked my clit with such force while simultaneously shaking his head that I felt my body start to quiver. He stopped the assault of his tongue on my clit just as my body was about to release years of unknown pleasure. Pulling my pelvis close to him, he guided his erection into my tight, soaking-wet pussy with more force than before.
“Aaah…Zach.”
I lifted my back off the bed again. He took my left breast in his mouth and devoured it and then moved on to the right breast and devoured that one, too. I let my back fall back to the bed, and he grabbed both my arms just below my elbows and said, “I’m going to fuck your sweet, tight pussy really good and hard until we both cum. OK?”
“Mhhmm. Aaahh.”
“I can’t hear you, Ms. Winterfield,” he said in a seductive, controlling tone.
“Ye—Yessss,” I stuttered under my panting breath.
“Good girl.”
Zach pushed into me, going deeper than before. He pulled back slightly and slammed into my pussy hard again. His thrusts were getting faster and harder. I moaned louder, calling out his name in pure ecstasy and desire.
“Z…Z…Zaaa…Zach.”
“Yes, baby. Tell me.”
“Aaah…Aaaah. Mmmmm,” I moaned. The pleasure was amazing.
He thrust harder. “Tell me, Abigail.” He thrust harder again. “Ohhh, baby. I want to hear you say it.”
“Fuck me, Zach!” I moaned, answering his plea.
“Ohhh…Sss…G…Good fucking girl!” he moaned out. My body was quivering harder than before. “You going to cum for me, baby?” he asked, slamming into me again with a verve that made me moan louder. “Come on, cum for me, Abigail. Be a good girl and give it to me.”
I complied and closed my eyes just as my body released its first sensational wave of years of built-up tension.
“Open your beautiful eyes. I want to see them when you cum. I want you to see me when I cum.”
Zach slammed into me deeper and harder, possessing my eyes intensely. Tears of pleasure fell from my eyes as my body released waves of pleasure that arched my back off of the bed. And as I came, and came, and came, while heading farther out into space, he kept fucking my rippling pussy fast and hard.
“Oh, fuck yeah, baby. Abigail, you feel so good.”
My body fell back to the bed, and I felt his dick grow harder and started to throb deep inside my wavering pussy.
“Abigail. Sss. Ohh, Abigail. I’m going to cum right now. Aaaahhh. He released loud and fervid.
I watched him from “out of space” with liquid pleasure streaming from my eyes as he came louder and harder than he had when he’d released in my mouth some twenty minutes ago. He collapsed his sweat-covered body onto mine, panting like crazy, and rested his head between my breasts.
We lay there with him still deep inside me. When we made our way back down to earth, he grabbed my face, looked me intensely in the eyes with both his thumbs at my temples, and asked, “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
“Then why are you crying?”
“I’m not. They came as I came. You know, like tears of pleasure.” He smiled and blushed. “I’ve never felt anything so amazing,” I said, drained of all of my energy.
“Good. I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did. I never had sex so beautiful, so amazing, and so pleasurable, Abigail. Only with you.” He shifted gears and continued, “You are all mine, Ms. Abigail Marie Winterfield.”
Exhausted, I closed my eyes in search of rest. Without a doubt, he had fucked my brains out. He was truly a man of his word.
“Hey, look at me,” he said, a little commandingly.
“Hmm,” I mumbled, forcing my eyes open.
“I want you to know that you belong to me now. This tight little pussy I’m still in, these perfect breasts, your luscious lips, your greenish hazel eyes, your neck, your thighs, your ass. Everything. All mine. All for me. You understand? You got that, baby?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He lifted my chin with very little force and asked, “What was that? I can’t hear you.”
“I said, Mh…Yes, Zach. I hear you. Please, let me sleep.”
He smiled and kissed me lovingly. “Good girl.”
Pulling his semi-erect penis from inside me, Zach removed the condom and threw it in the trash basket beside the bed. I smiled widely with closed eyes, knowing that I had made him explode with great pleasure. He turned on his left side and pulled me close to him so that we inhaled each other’s breaths. He palmed my ass with his right hand, kissed my forehead and my lips, and softly whispered, “Sleep well.”
My naked body melted into his. Comfort. I am finally comfortable with someone. This—he—feels so right. I closed my eyes and slept.
Chapter Six
I was awakened from my Zach-induced sex coma about an hour later, courtesy of his sweet, gentle kisses on my lips.
“Hey, you,” he said when I opened my eyes.
“Hi.”
“Did you sleep well?” he asked with a smile.
“I think so. My eyes don’t feel heavy anymore like before.”
“Good. Now we can continue where we left off.”
He climbed on top of me and parted my thighs with his knees while he began kissing and nibbling my neck and playing with my breast. Instantly my body responded and started whispering to me with little tingling sensations. My nipples stiffened, and my breath began to quicken. He continued, sucking and licking my nipples. He kissed me endlessly before he made love to my neck, as only he could. My body and mind were once again under his spell.
“Mmmm,” I purred, as I felt Zach’s dick grow big and stiff against my pussy. I flexed my pelvis up and drew my knees back
, inviting him inside of my eager pussy, as I passed a condom to him.
“Desirous, are we?” He smiled, looking down at me and putting the condom next to the pillow for easy reach.
He’d given me a taste of him, and I was hooked. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I kissed him and roamed my hands up and down his strong back and across his shoulders. I put both my hands on his ass and gyrated my hips, pulling his hips into me in an attempt to lure him inside of me. He did not give me the fix I was in need of.
In frustration, I finally grabbed the condom from beside the pillow, ripped open the foil packet, and rolled the condom over the head and down the shaft of his hard dick. I was about to put his erection inside me when he pulled away from me. He took my left hand from his ass and pinned it with my other hand to the bed, above my head.
“Patience, Abigail. You have to be wet enough before I enter you. Otherwise, I could hurt you.” His tone was both demanding and mesmerizing.
“I’m soaking here. Give it to me.”
He looked down at me and smiled darkly, knowing he had me longing for him, and said, “Patience, darling.” He continued to use his mouth on my neck, torturing me. He removed his left hand from my right wrist. “Don’t move,” he said quickly. Using his left hand, he cupped my yearning pussy and moaned, “Aah, baby. Your pussy is so fucking hot. Definitely wet. Mmm. And the heat feels so damn good in the palm of my hand.”
He pressed his hand closer to my pussy and started moving the back of his palm in small circles over my swollen clit.
“Mmm …” I moaned. “It feels good.”
Surely he is very skilled at pleasing women.
I started moving my hips in rhythm with the back of his palm.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?”
I nodded my head and continued gyrating my hips in rhythm with the back of his palm. He moved his hand away from my throbbing pussy and scowled at me.
“You like what I was doing to you, huh?”
“Mm-hmm. I mean, yes.”
“Good girl.”
He put his palm back on my hungry pussy and continued the assault. He increased the speed of the movements and inserted his middle finger into my wet folds.
“Oh, baby. You are so wet, so hot, so tight,” Zach said, kissing me deeply.
Moving his finger skillfully inside me, touching and caressing places that made my body scream, he worked his palm simultaneously. My breath quickened, and my moans grew stronger and longer. When I was very close to cumming, he pulled away.
“Why did you stop?” I asked him, disappointed and panting like crazy.
“I need to eat.”
“Mmm…that skillful tongue of yours …” He shook his head and laughed in amusement. “No, baby, not you. Food. Come on, let’s go downstairs and find something to eat.”
I lay there in complete disbelief.
Son of a bitch! No, you didn’t. You knew I was close, and you just leave me hanging like this. How dare you? I should smack that smirk off your face. What a cruel bastard.
“Come on, babe. I’m starving,” he said.
“I don’t have any food,” I said petulantly.
“OK. We’ll order delivery then.”
I eventually got up. I slipped on the short silk peach robe that I’d had on earlier. Zach got up, pulled the condom off, trashed it, and stepped into his cargo shorts. He pocketed some of the condoms. That was a good sign, but I only raised an eyebrow and exited the bedroom, leaving him to follow.
As we headed downstairs, Zach asked, “What are we going to eat?”
I opened my refrigerator to see what I could prepare, and he was quick to step behind me and check for himself.
“Spaghetti?” I asked.
“Spaghetti is fine.”
I pulled out some ground chicken, ground spicy Italian sausage, onions, garlic, and a box of linguine fini. I instructed Zach to start boiling water.
“Yes, ma’am, Ms. Winterfield,” he said cheerfully.
“I’ll be back,” I said, leaving him in the kitchen.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to get the rest of the ingredients from the garden.”
“Garden?”
“It’s on the terrace,” I said.
I had put a small garden on the third level and planted whatever DC’s climate would permit. I had tomatoes, green peppers, hot peppers, onions, garlic, several herbs, a small orange tree, strawberries, grapes, potatoes, carrots, some green leafy veggies, and pineapples.
I picked some green peppers, tomatoes, parsley, and oregano. Zach came up to lend a hand.
“Beautiful, Abi. It’s very beautiful what you did up here. The entire three levels look stunning,” he said, looking around.
“Thank you.”
He lifted my chin, kissed my lips softly, and fixed his eyes on mine. I returned his seductive gaze and locked lips with him. I put my arms under his and caressed his bare back with both hands. He removed his left hand from my chin and started fondling my ass through my silk robe, then my bare ass itself. He gave it a few loving slaps, followed by gentle squeezes. He reached further and felt my wet folds.
“I’m going to fuck this tight, wet pussy on all three levels of this terrace and make you cry out my name.”
“How many times will I have to come close to an orgasm before you actually allow me to cry out your name?” I countered, still mad from his teasing. “And why would you want to give me ‘pink balls’ anyway?”
“Pink balls?” he asked with narrowed brows.
“Yes, pink balls,” I said. You know…female blue balls.”
He laughed boisterously. “Pink balls…how cute, babe.”
“Oh, you think it’s funny, huh? You bring me very close to an orgasm then stop. That shit is both agonizing and frustrating. You wouldn’t like it if I dick-teased you,” I said.
“I trust you’re still upset that you didn’t get a chance to cum and swallow my finger with your pussy?” he asked.
“I guess I am,” I replied as we headed back down to the kitchen. He had that same smirk on his face. I looked at him with my eyes narrowed in annoyance.
We returned to the kitchen to wash the herbs and vegetables.
Zach asked, “Did you know that the owner of this building lives in a penthouse unit that is five thousand square feet smaller than yours?”
“No. I didn’t know that. I didn’t even know the owner lived in this building. And how do you know so much about this building and its owner?”
“I told you I am very resourceful.”
“How did you manage to get the CEO position?” I asked.
“Which one?” he replied with raised eyebrows.
“First Choice Health and Wellness, Inc. What other position do you think I’m talking about?”
“Abi, I—” He was interrupted by the ringing of his phone.
“What is it, Stan?” he answered.
How rude. You’re supposed to say hello. Or ‘Zach here.’ Or ‘Hi, Stan.’ Not ‘What is it?’ I bet you’re so damn controlling all the time.
“What?” Zach, obviously agitated, yelled into the phone, looking back at me. “How long?” He closed his eyes. “Do you know if he …” He looked at me again, this time with fear in his eyes. Breaking my gaze, he walked out onto the terrace, closing the door behind him.
Red flag! What the hell was that about? Why did he feel the need to go out on the terrace to finish his conversation? What is he into?
By the time Zach came back in, I had already cut the ingredients and put the linguine in the boiling water. He wrapped his arm around my waist tightly and kissed the back of my neck.
“What’s the matter?” I asked him.
His mood had obviously taken a turn for the worse since the phone call, and his tight grip on my waist implied it was serious. I turned around to face him, noting that he was pale as hell. I cradled his face in my hands.
“Zach, what is it?” I asked again.
“Nothing,” he replied, shaking his head with his eyes closed.
“Nothing? Bull. Don’t tell me it’s nothing when you’re standing here pale and barely breathing. Your eyes are filled with fear. So what is it?”
“I promise I will tell you when I get the full details. Deal?”
“No! Tell me the details you know now.” He looked at me with his eyebrows drawn in in a look of surprise.
Am I the first person to ever tell him no?
“Please, Abi. We need to drop it.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so. And we are not going to bring it up again until I have details.”
“Is it about Taylor? Does she have a secret child and it is yours? Is that the real reason why she came to see you?”
What the fuck am I doing? I’m questioning this man like he is my man. It was just sex…great, amazing sex at that. Why the hell am I mad? Why the hell did I give in to this man so soon after I met him?
“Would you put the onions and garlic in the olive oil and butter already? And stir the pasta,” he said, changing the subject. Picking up a fork from the counter, he began to stir the pasta. I snatched the fork from him and stirred the pasta myself.
He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist again. “It’s not about her. I don’t have a child with her or any other woman—”
“That you know of.” I cut him off. “Just so you know, it doesn’t matter if you do. I have a daughter from a previous relationship,” I added.
“It was about my past. The man who was once my stepfather. And that’s all I’m going to tell you, right now. OK?”
What the hell happened? What’s going on?
I nodded and continued to stir the food. He turned me to face him, and I could still see a glimpse of fear in his eyes. I kissed him and decided to drop it for now.
I made plates, and Zach poured drinks. I placed Zach’s plate opposite mine, and he took his seat at the table.
“Toast?” he asked.
I held up my glass of red wine. He smiled. “To white flags and happiness.”
I watched him as he took the first bite of my cooking. He closed his eyes, shook his head slowly, and licked the corners of his mouth. I ate from my plate and agreed that it was delicious. As if I didn’t know. He took a sip of his wine and smiled.