by Alexis Shore
“What she doesn’t know …” he ventured, surprisingly unfazed that she knew.
“And it’s only just this once.”
“Exactly.” Harry took a long gulp of wine. Then, as he swallowed it back, he bought the glass down and rolled the edge of the base along the inside of her thigh.
The cool, smooth surface pressed into her flesh, and teased its way towards her cooch. But he stopped just as it tickled the satin. Rachael endeavoured to conceal the excitement, but had to give a little swallow before she spoke, the glass just resting where he had stopped.
“I nearly cancelled earlier,” she lied.
“Lucky you didn’t.”
“Why’s that?”
Her eyes closed as he flicked the chemise up with the glass, and pressed the base of it right at the top of her exposed thigh. The cold against the heat of her flesh there was intensely lovely.
Every inch of her body was screaming out for her to open her legs, to let him find her clit with the glass, to rub at her through the satin. And just as she was about to give in to the urge, he pulled it away to take another sip.
This time he put his wine down on the table, before settling back into the cushions, sidling a little closer as he did so. Again, it took all her self-control to stop from straddling him and grinding herself roughly against his bulging prick.
“So what’s got you feeling so horny?” he asked.
“Not horny, lonely. Kind of.” It was a bluff, she was horny as hell. “Just fancied some company this evening.”
“Okay,” he smiled. “Let’s watch a DVD.”
She made a face at him, then smiled back. “I’m a little under-dressed for that.”
“Yes,” he stroked his finger briefly across her thigh. “Yes, you are.”
“Shall I get changed?”
“It’s up to you.”
He leaned in, pushing his lips softly against hers, teasing her with a feather-like kiss. But when he tried to pull away, she stopped him with her hand on his neck, urging herself harder onto his mouth. Once more their tongues began to dance, his exploring hers passionately.
It was her turn to break apart now.
The look in his eye, a mere flicker of annoyance, really turned her on.
“I’ll leave it all on for now.” Rachael took a sip, letting the flavour of the wine roll around her mouth.
With that, Harry slipped his hand between her crossed legs, curling his fingertips into the flesh of her lower thigh, stroking higher as he caressed her.
A witty quip eluded her.
Instead she uncrossed her legs and leant back into the sofa, feeling his masculine hand making its way higher, until he was tickling at the satin of her panties. Without going further, he leant down and nuzzled at her nipple through the material, sucking as much of her tit into his mouth as he could, before teasing at it with the fat flesh of his tongue.
She let out a little moan.
And again, he pulled away, releasing his hand and smiling back at her. Rachael was spread-eagled now, the wet satin clinging to her breast. She reached to the side table and plonked down her glass, then slipped the thin strap from her shoulder and let the chemise fall away from her chest.
The nipple was bright red, and as swollen as could be. She pinched it hard between her finger and thumb, rolling from side to side, enjoying the look of lust growing on Harry’s face.
Within moments he leant down to suck on it, but she let go of the nipple, and pressed her finger to his mouth, stopping him in his tracks. He tried to bite at it playfully, but soon admitted defeat and sat back up.
Rachael hitched the strap onto her shoulder once more, and let him look dejected for a moment. That’s when she did what she wanted to do earlier, and swung her leg over to straddle his lap.
Pressing her forehead into his, she looked him deep in the eye, opening her mouth in arousal as she rubbed herself against his swollen pride. With a tiny exhale, he leant in to engulf her lips once more, but she avoided his move. His eyes closed as he felt her rolling her hips against his bulge, and she let her own eyes close to revel in the sensations building in her clit.
“Fuck,” she whispered softly, before opening her eyes to see that his were still closed.
She pushed down harder onto him, rocking her hips with more urgency now. It was impossible to stop from kissing him. Their tongues entwined once more, a deep, passionate kiss that belied both of their arousal.
His hands cupped over her buttocks and massaged at her flesh, teasing her cheeks with the smooth satin of her panties. Rachael slowed her gyrating, and he gripped her ass cheeks, pressing his nails into her flesh through the material. She hissed into their kiss, which just made him squeeze harder.
Then, without a word, she stood up and extended her hand. He took it, pulling himself up to his feet, and they wandered slowly towards the bedroom. But halfway there, she span on her heels and gave him a wicked grin.
Her hands pressed into his chest, and she leant in for a kiss. But when he moved in for her mouth, she dropped to her knees and immediately tugged open his belt, loving the whipping and clinking sounds it made as she unlaced it.
With expert fingers, she popped the button of his fly and teased the zipper open. The cotton slacks simply fell from his hips into a pile around his ankles, revealing his naked prick, standing firm and proud, massive with arousal, its balls looking so immensely suckable beneath.
So suckable in fact that she couldn’t resist taking one deep into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue and cheeks, as her fingers curled around the solid meat at the base of his cock and slowly pumped it.
The way his hand cupped into her head and urged her closer told her how much he had missed her doing that. But she reluctantly let the ball go, and leaned higher, guiding the swollen tip past her lips, swirling over it with her tongue.
His hand urged her deeper.
She didn’t resist.
Taking its entire length all the way down, she found her clit through the satin with her finger, and moaned with mouth full of solid flesh. He loved how that felt, obviously, because he held her head still and began to roll his hips, pulling himself out slowly, before pushing his way back in.
Rachael revelled in it. The way his shaft stroked over her tongue, the way his balls tickled her chin, the way he held her with a firm hand. And especially the way he grew even bigger in her mouth.
She hadn’t been lying about the loneliness, but this was more than making up for the lack of physical intimacy. She could kneel here all night, worshipping this delicious prick, lavishing it with attention as she strummed gently at her bud through her panties.
“Good girl,” Harry whispered, and she closed her eyes, focussing intently on every wonderful feeling. He began to gather momentum, but his strokes were still slow and long, just the way he liked to fuck her.
Rachael was the one who usually came when she sucked him like this. She’d always been delightfully oral, and her fingers began to frig more fervently now. There was no point holding it back.
The feeling of an orgasm with a mouth full of solid cock was immense. Her thighs tensed so hard they hurt, and the explosion of desire from between her legs coarsed throughout her entire body, making her throat quiver and pulse. The muffled moans through tumescent flesh excited Harry a lot, judging by the way he always held himself dead still at that moment and let out a long contented groan.
It was almost as if he had come too, but without a delicious throat full of creamy treats.
She slowly, ever so slowly, pulled herself off of his cock, letting herself come down. And when he fell free from her mouth, she let out a gasp of relief.
Only Harry could get her off that way.
She hoped she could tutor her next boyfriend in the art.
Harry lifted her clean off of the floor, and she swung her legs around his waist, somewhat relieved he wouldn’t make her walk to bed. She wasn’t sure how stable she would be after that orgasm. But she was sure how desperate she wa
s to kiss him again.
He carried her slowly through, never quite breaking from the kiss, but navigating his way carefully. And when he tried to place her on the mattress, she didn’t let go. The way he was letting her probe his mouth with such urgency was divine.
Finally he peeled her arms from around him and she dropped to the bed with a giggle and a bounce. She lifted her foot to his head and hooked it around his neck, pulling him roughly down to her thighs. He needed no further encouragement. With a long wet lick, he stroked his tongue all the way up her inner thigh, nuzzling into her there, pressing his cheek into the warmth of her pussy.
Wanting more, she pushed her hips down, rubbing herself into his cheekbone. It felt so wanton. She loved playing the whore.
As he turned his head and nuzzled into the top of her other thigh, she pulled her chemise over her head and tossed it across the room. As she propped herself back on the mattress, her hands naturally found her tits, and she massaged them with open palms and wandering fingers.
But she needed more than he was giving her.
“Lick my clit,” she almost giggled.
His face turned, and he wrapped his mouth over her satin-clad mound, probing the firm tip of his tongue through the material, seeking out her hooded button with ease.
That made her look to the ceiling and let out a contented sigh, just as she pinched her nipples hard. It was wonderful to be the centre of attention after so many weeks of loneliness. Just revelling in the way he lavished her with such consideration was nearly enough, but that he was focussing on her button made it even better.
Soon he would get his little treat too.
All the feeling in her body now centred entirely on her clit, it was the core of her being. She squirmed against his touch, wanting the satin barrier to be gone, but not wanting to let go of her own tits.
Finally, she felt his fingers curling into her panties, before he pulled his mouth away and tugged them off down her legs. Such sweet release. The cool air made her pussy feel even more hot and flushed.
“Delicious,” he cooed, staring at her shaven mons with wide eyes.
“Please don’t stop,” Rachael whimpered, loving the desire in her own voice.
Harry’s mouth engulfed her once more, his tongue immediately finding her clit and teasing it just the way she remembered.
She felt nothing else now, just the delicious stimulation between her legs. She let him know how much she loved it, swearing softly, directing him along the way, revelling in each and every millisecond of pleasure until she couldn’t wait any longer.
“Fuck me,” she gasped.
Harry’s firm hands grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs high above her, rolling her back into the mattress hard. He hooked her calves over his shoulders as he stood before her, stroking the tip of his prick up and down her silky wet lips.
“Fuck. Me.” She begged forcefully.
Using his whole weight, Harry penetrated her in one single thrust.
She swore loudly.
Rachael looked over at the bed, so empty and cold now, as the shadows of the falling snow danced across its ruffled sheets. The way he’d fucked her, so hard, so fast, so perfectly, made her smile even now. And the feeling of his cock twitching inside her, it was the best she’d felt for months.
Not now though.
With a heavy sigh and the vivid memories fading, she stood up and wandered slowly, nervously, back into the bathroom.
It was waiting for her, exactly where she had left it.
And it didn’t have good news.
She swore loudly.
Six
Rachael had barely slept. But it was still a surprise to see such a deep coating of snow when she opened the curtains.
She thanked her stars that she didn’t have to go in to work, then sank as she remembered what she had to do instead. With a sigh she tugged her robe tighter around herself, and stepped into her slippers.
Slowly, with heavy heart, she wandered in to the bathroom.
It was still there, sitting on the sink.
And it was still taunting her.
Pregnant.
She picked it up and threw it in to the bath, hoping to break it, but it just clattered about noisily, then slipped down to the bottom, relentlessly mocking her with its result.
Stupid piss stick.
Rachael brushed her teeth with such vigour that the eschewed froth had a pink tinge of blood to it. The mint was still stinging her mouth when she took the first sip of tea, sitting in the kitchen listening to the incessant buzzing from the refrigerator.
Maybe it needed fixing.
It had been more noisy than normal recently.
Yeah, that’s what she should be focussing on.
Not the tiny life inside her, nor the looming decisions ahead. She’d have to tell Harry, and that wasn’t going to be fun. They’d chatted a few days ago, and he seemed really excited about his new relationship. Rachael remembered being annoyed at that because she was secretly hoping for another fuck.
That wasn’t going to happen.
Might be a nice way to take her mind off of things though.
But first things first.
Best get it confirmed.
She stared at the display of her phone for longer than necessary, then dialled slowly, hoping to delay the inevitable and stave it off for a moment more. But the speed and efficiency with which the receptionist booked her an appointment meant in was over in seconds.
Now it felt even more real.
And she had the whole day to herself to focus on it before an appointment at ten to five.
The flat was warming up now the heating was doing its job, which made things a little more pleasant, but did nothing to untie the knots in her stomach. There was no way she could bounce off the walls for seven hours.
So she went back to bed.
But sleep was impossible to come by. She tossed and turned under the covers, her mind conjuring vivid and annoying images as she teetered on the cusp of unconsciousness.
Finally, she did drift off, only to be awoken at midday by a loud crash. It sounded like a box of crockery had exploded all over the floor out in the vestibule.
Rachael climbed out of bed and padded down the hall to the door, peering out through the peephole to see a befuddled removal man tidying up the mess nervously.
Looked like someone was moving in to 3B.
She enjoyed spying out at someone unsuspecting. It was fun to watch him scratching his balls like no-one could see. And she giggled to herself when he simply put the box of broken china back on the top of the pile of cartons. The look on his face of feigned innocence as he walked away whistling was priceless.
Rachael fussed about in the kitchen, slowly making some lunch, which she barely touched, hoping to waste another hour. Maybe she’d get dressed lethargically too, trying on various outfits, finding the most appropriate one for a doctor’s appointment.
But as she slipped off her pyjamas in the bedroom, she looked down at her naked belly. It gave no clue whatsoever, as flat as always, peeking at her through the valley of her breasts.