A Kink In Her Tails

by Sahara Kelly

  Now.

  But what about years from now? What about when he turned forty, looking even more fabulous than he did today, and she was nearing the big 5-0?

  Why was it that men were allowed to age gracefully and retain their sexual appeal, while women had to deal with bags, sags and wrinkles? Adele wanted to howl.

  It wasn’t fair. She wanted Brian, with every single cell in her body, her heart, and her very soul. But she knew she couldn’t take him. Couldn’t condemn him to a life with a woman who would age like that damn portrait of Dorian Gray, while Dorian himself stayed handsome, sexy, and appealing forever.

  She was too old for kids. That was a given. She didn’t want them, anyway. They were nice, and she was happy for other people when they had them, but somehow that maternal cuddle-gene thing that made her friends ooh and ahh over a soft bundle of gurgles had bypassed her completely.

  That was another reason she had to turn away from what Brian was offering. It would be best.

  For him, definitely. He deserved a wonderful life and a partner he could be proud of—for years to come. And a family. More beautiful boys with his blue eyes.

  For her, because if she didn’t, she’d hurt more than she could possibly imagine. And Adele knew she didn’t need to be a psychic to recognize the potential for pain in this situation.

  She’d managed the last forty-one years without Brian in her bed. She could manage the next forty-one.

  The only decision left was whether to tell him before or after he took her up the ass and opened the gates to heaven.

  Oh hell. She deserved something out of all this.

  Adele turned off the monitor and went to get ready for Eve’s wedding.

  Chapter 6

  Eve Bentley married Simon Austen quietly, beautifully and romantically, on a spring afternoon in the presence of a select group of their mutual friends.

  The sun shone, the birds sang, and Adele had a really hard time taking a bad photograph of anyone, let alone the glowing bride and groom.

  Trusting that their guardian angel wouldn’t let them down, Eve and Simon had booked the outside gardens that backed up to the apartment building for their reception, and never had this delightful walled oasis of horticulture looked lovelier.

  Simon had explained to Adele that the lot was not large enough to obtain a building permit when the original structure had been erected. That was the kind of information that architects had at their fingertips. It didn’t explain why he was wearing a small tiepin in the shape of a flogger.

  Adele allowed herself a little private grin over that one.

  But she enjoyed the arbors and trellises that had been created over the past years by tenants of the building and other garden club members. Now the gardens were in demand for outdoor functions such as this, photographs for the garden club journal—some of which Adele herself had provided, although flowers weren’t exactly her forté—and they gave the chance for apartment-bound urban types to enjoy the occasional bee.

  Bees were to be enjoyed by choice, decided Adele as she swatted one away from her wedding cake. Not by necessity.

  Brian was sitting next to her, idly twirling a branch of wisteria. The fragrance from the soft purple flower heads was overwhelming and she inhaled.

  “God, it’s incredible, isn’t it?” She nodded at the flower in his hand. “I’ve smelt the perfumes but nothing comes close to the original.”

  Brian smiled at her and stroked her cheek with the blossom. “Very true. The originals are priceless. Can’t be duplicated. Imitated maybe, but never duplicated.” He tucked a few flowered strands into her hair.

  His eyes were brilliant blue in the sunlight and Adele thought again how proud she was to be with him.

  That annoying gremlin of self-doubt reminded her that he might not feel the same, of course, seeing as she was such an old bat and ugly to boot.

  She sighed, and did her best to suppress that gremlin. Just for today.

  “Adele…” He leaned forward and brushed her ear with his lips. He smelled of cologne and wine and man and she found herself salivating. “Did you leave off the underwear?”

  Zingggg. Her clit jumped excitedly and her whole lower body tightened at his words.

  “Ssshhh.” Simon was about to say something, which was excellent because she didn’t know how to answer Brian’s question. To say yes was to admit that she was prepared for a long night of wild sex with him. Which sort of went against the whole I’m a woman and therefore a mystery, figure me out kind of thing she’d been raised to believe.

  To say no, was to lie.

  Simon tapped on his glass, and Brian leaned back in his chair, putting his arm around Adele and sliding it down to her waist.

  The devil. He was checking for VPL. Damn him. When he didn’t find any Visible Panty Lines, he’d know. And she’d know he knew, and she’d start getting real wet and real embarrassed and do something very stupid like drag him off behind the azaleas and have her way with him.

  She fidgeted. The bastard grinned.

  Simon spoke, although what he said went in one of Adele’s ears and right out the other. Her entire focus was on Brian’s hand as it gently stroked around her waist, her thigh, her hip, just an easy absent move that nobody would notice.

  Nobody except her, that is.

  The one who was developing such an enormously raging case of lust that she figured her earlobes were going to light up any second.

  Oh. Simon and Eve were off, leaving on their honeymoon.

  Adele sighed. Lucky them. What she wouldn’t give for a week in the sunshine with…yeah, with Brian. Rubbing sunscreen all over her naked body. Hell, skip the sunscreen. Rubbing himself all over her naked body.

  She stood, just because everyone else was.

  Then Eve was in front of her, eyes filled, smile brighter than the sun. “Adele.” She hugged Adele tight, sniffling a little.

  “No crying, sweetie. This is the happiest day for both of you and I know there’ll be lots more.”

  Eve grinned. “Yeah, me too. God, I’m so lucky.” She leaned over to whisper to Adele. “And from the look on Brian’s face, you’re gonna be smiling later too.”

  Adele astounded herself by blushing. Then she noticed Eve’s earrings. Little tiny floggers sparkled from dangling hoops.

  “You two and your floggers,” she giggled, flicking one of the earrings.

  “Yeah,” drawled Eve. “My God, Matilda’s getting her exercise. Did I tell you Simon went and ordered his own? Matilda has a mate. Ed.”

  Adele burst out laughing. “Oh goodie. What you gonna do, breed them and get furry ticklers?”

  Eve snickered. “Don’t you dare laugh. If it hadn’t been for you…” Her eyes filled again.

  “Yeah, yeah. Go find that hubby of yours before some woman decides he’s fair game and hits on him. He’s way too handsome for his own good.”

  Brian came up to the couple with a rose in his hand. “For the beautiful bride.” He smiled, passing the pink flower over to her.

  “Awww, sheeeeit, Brian. You smooth talker you,” grinned Eve.

  “Ready babe?” Simon was there, arm around Eve, grinning even more widely than his new bride.

  “Yep. We’re gone, boys and girls. Don’t let the food go to waste.”

  And with a smile, a hug, and a quickly brushed away tear, Eve and Simon left on their honeymoon, taking much of the afternoon’s excitement with them.

  It was less than an hour later that Brian and Adele were alone in her apartment.

  Looking at each other and letting the tension build between them.

  Adele felt the door behind her, cool and hard, and watched Brian in front of her. Hot and hard. His eyes had started to burn as they’d made their farewells, and although he hadn’t touched her in the elevator, she could feel the waves of desire rolling off him and crashing over her.

  Now, he was on fire.

  And so was she.

  His hands reached for his tie, pulling it loose and t
ossing it away from him. “Nice wedding”.

  Her hands pulled her shoes away from her feet and tossed them to one side. “Yeah. The best.”

  His jacket followed her shoes and his hands pulled his shirt free of his pants, slipping the buttons open in a single motion.

  Adele reached behind her for her zip and tugged, letting the fabric of her bodice loosen around her.

  Brian’s shirt disappeared and his pants clung to his hips in a last ditch effort to stay up.

  Adele’s dress fell to the floor, leaving her standing in her lacy bra and a small half-slip.

  Brian licked his lips and Adele felt their movement deep in her cunt.

  “Now, Brian,” she whispered, watching as he grabbed a condom from his pocket and tossed his pants aside. His briefs followed.

  He threw the packet to her and without even thinking she caught it.

  “Do it for me, honey, please?” The quiet demand echoed off the walls of the foyer.

  “Here?” Adele wanted to make absolutely sure she got everything straight between them. Especially that wonderfully luscious cock of his.

  “Right here.”

  “Okay.” Adele swallowed, ripping the foil packet open. Brian’s cock jerked at the sound, as if to make sure she knew exactly where she was supposed to be putting it.

  She knew.

  Carefully, tenderly, and slowly, she unrolled the latex down over Brian’s rigid arousal, making sure to touch and brush and fondle every bit of him that she could on her way to completing her chore.

  The occasional hitch in his breathing told her she was doing a pretty good job of keeping him on his toes. So to speak.

  As she finished, his hands freed her breasts from her bra and began to caress them.

  She looked up to see him watching the movement of his hands on her nipples. Seeing his vibrant blue eyes focused on her breasts as he touched her was incredibly erotic and sent a bolt of excitement shimmering through her nerve endings.

  He leaned in and kissed her.

  It was all over but the screaming.

  Brian felt her lips soften under his and reined in his hunger. He wanted to devour her whole, starting at the top and not finishing until they were both melted puddles of desire on the hardwood flooring.

  Instead, he pressed his body into hers, rubbing his chest against her breasts, his sheathed cock against the silk of her little slip.

  With a muttered exclamation he reached down and pulled the slip up and away from her heat, freeing her to take his cock against her smooth mound.

  She moaned into his mouth, tongue sliding and twisting within, head moving, seeking the perfect angle for their blending.

  Her arms reached for him, just as he slid his hands behind her and filled them with her buttocks.

  Their chests were crushed together, her breasts squished against him, nipples digging into his muscles and making his own harden as his desire rose.

  He could smell her, hear her little whimpers as she wriggled in his arms, hunting for her satisfaction, her pleasure, her goal.

  Him.

  She lifted one leg, rubbing the soft flesh of her thigh against him. Telling him in very clear terms what she wanted.

  He was more than ready to give it to her.

  “Put your legs around me and hold on tight,” he rasped, breath coming quickly now from lungs that seemed full of her fragrance, her warmth, and the scent of the wisteria that she still wore in her hair.

  He took her weight into his hands, cupping her buttocks and raising her to the perfect position.

  “Put me inside you. Let me fill you, Adele. Put my cock where it belongs, in your hot cunt.” He let the words roll from his heart not his head, hoping that she’d understand the depth of his need.

  Her tremble at his language told him she did. She was very wet now, slippery, and oh so hot.

  She eased one hand away from his neck as he held her firmly, and reached down, finding his cock and easing it between her pussy lips.

  She sighed as he lowered her a scant inch and he felt her legs tighten, urging him deeper.

  “Yessss, Brian…” she hissed, eyes closed, fingers digging into his shoulders now. “More.”

  He gave it to her.

  With one thrust he sank into her, lowering her as he rose, slamming his hardness deep into her liquid fire.

  She cried out and moaned, clamping him to her with her thighs, her calves and every muscle that could hold him within her.

  Brian pulled back and then slammed home again.

  Adele went wild.

  She moaned and shouted, panting out a choking sound with each thrust, wiggling to give him even deeper penetration, and thrusting her own hips forward to rub against him in her frenzy.

  Her breasts bounced with the force of his movements, his thigh muscles started to ache, and he’d never felt the force of an orgasm creep up on him like he did right at this moment.

  It was fierce and elemental, savage and loving. They mated like two animals, standing up against the wall, each claiming the pleasure the other could give as their right, their due.

  Adele’s slip was a twisted rope around her waist, and Brian’s foot was tangled in his pants.

  Her ankles were locked behind his butt and her hands had a death grip on his shoulders. He knew he was banging her into the wall, and hoped he wouldn’t leave any lasting scars.

  But he wasn’t about to stop, and from her movements, Adele wasn’t about to let him.

  He felt his buttocks start to crawl with that tingly electric feeling. The base of his spine started to thrum.

  “Adele, I’m damn close,” he choked out, never losing his rhythm.

  Adele was apparently also close to her orgasm. If her gritted teeth, strained neck muscles and grunting breaths were anything to go by.

  Brian redoubled his efforts, taking her weight on one hand, pounding his cock deep and sliding the other between them so his hips slammed his fingers into her clit at the same time.

  She gasped and screamed out his name. “Brian.”

  Her cunt went into spasm around him and he held himself rigid within her, letting the clamping flesh trigger his own orgasm. He thrust more as the stars exploded behind his eyes.

  He knew he was sobbing for breath, groaning and writhing his hips in a basic need to plant his seed deeper and higher than anyone else ever could.

  She trembled and gasped in his arms, the last of her internal explosions fading away as his reached their peak.

  She tightened her grip on him as he came, welcoming his pumping cock into her slick furnace. Sharing his every jerk and spurt even though the condom was protecting her.

  It was a mutual moment of bliss, the likes of which he’d never experienced. It felt like hours before his lungs could take in air again.

  Slowly her legs unwound from his waist and he eased her back onto her feet. They both shuddered in the aftermath, weak and exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

  “Adele,” he whispered.

  “Brian,” she whispered back. “The bed. Before I collapse.”

  Chapter 7

  The room was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of Adele’s night-lights, positioned low on the walls.

  Clothes had been thrown on the floor again, and a trail of damp towels led from Adele’s bathroom to the tumbled sheets of her bed. It was the first time Brian could remember seeing her room so delightfully messy and he took a rather male pride in the fact that he was largely responsible.

  They had slept for a while after their adventures in the hallway, napping to recover their energies.

  That had led to a boisterous bout of sex in the bathroom, followed by some long slow slippery loving in the shower.

  Brian knew that he’d never tire of fucking this amazing woman, whose needs and wants matched his to perfection. Whose cunt seemed designed with his cock in mind, and whose body fit his with a precision that he found continually astounding.

  He’d spanked her again, loving her sighs and mo
ans of arousal as she lay across his naked thighs. He’d teased her clit, used a few toys and even slipped in some flogger play, bringing a smile to her lips as he mentioned that he’d seen Eve and Simon proudly displaying theirs.

  After she’d come in great gasping moans, she’d told him about Eve and Matilda. And now Ed. And they’d laughed together.

  There was no end in sight to Brian’s desire, and he astonished himself with his level of arousal and his ability to continually fuck Adele. Time after wonderful time.

  Give him half an hour and a whiff of her pussy and he was upstanding and ready for action. Again.

  This time, it might take a little more than half an hour, he had to admit. He’d finally done what he’d been longing to do, which was bring her to orgasm with just his fingers and his mouth as he watched her face. It was damn near a religious experience seeing the profound emotions she experienced roll over her features one after another, orchestrated by his hands and his tongue.

  Within minutes, she’d been all over him, hungry for his cock and seemingly unable to get enough of him. She’d used her hands and her mouth and her breasts and she’d sucked him into some other dimension where nothing existed but his need to come in her mouth and down her throat and watch her face as she took him in and let him explode.

  He’d lost control. She had burrowed beneath his veneer of charm and sensitivity and found the warrior beneath, the man who wanted to imprint himself on his woman. Bite her, mark her, brand her his and parade her in chains before the world declaiming that she was his captive forever, held prisoner by their mutual desire and—their love.

  Brian had realized, some time during this incredibly amazing and sensual night, that he was totally and completely in love with Adele Martin. It hadn’t blindsided him with sudden enlightenment, just quietly crept up and settled into his mind.

  It was as if he’d always known she would be in his heart, he just hadn’t had the chance to get around to that particular place yet.

  Well, he was there now.

  There, where he wanted to be. Lying in the sex-scented sheets of Adele’s bed, with her damp body spooned against his. His life shifted on its axis and then settled again. It was—right.