Beautifully Done

by Riley Mackenzie

  She arched her back and moaned, a deep sultry moan. And loud. Hands down, it topped the list as the sexiest fucking sound to ever bathe my eardrums. Her fingers gripped my hair, hard, urging me on. I nipped and sucked down her neck and chest until my mouth covered her taut nipple. The thin fabric separating us had to go now.

  “Perfect.” I couldn’t control my lust filled growl if I tried. “So perfect.” Because they were. Small, soft and pliant, a perfect handful. I raised her hands over her head and gave her other breast the attention it deserved. Molding my mouth over her delicious nipple I feasted until she writhed below me.

  “Asher.” Barely coherent, she wiggled from my firm grip and fumbled at my belt. “Waited ... too … long.”

  I couldn’t have agreed more. I kicked off my shoes and helped her shaking hands loosen my buckle. Screw that, her jeans were what mattered and only had a button. I kissed a path across her smooth stomach, thoroughly investigating the dip of her hips with my tongue before peeling her jeans down her legs. Fucking-A, better than the fantasy. Left in black racy boy shorts, I traced the sexy as shit tat on the arch of her foot, relishing the permanence of my emblazoned initial. Possessiveness squeezed my gut. I continued my assault and tongued my way up her silky skin. Inhaling her sweet scent, there was no question—I had to taste her. I hooked a finger on each side and she raised her hips granting me all the access I needed to absorb every inch of her. Naked, smooth, bare. A crazy desperation overwhelmed me, like I had waited this long and couldn’t wait one second longer. Kneeling before the sexiest woman alive with her gaze clocking my every move, I tugged my fly open and freed my aching cock. Her breath hitched and her eyes widened.

  “Please,” she whimpered. Fuck no, my girl didn’t need to beg.

  I slammed my ravenous mouth back down on hers, sucking her tongue and clamping down on her bottom lip before I slipped a finger through her warm folds to circle her clit. She arched her back and thrust her tits forward, abandoned and honest. She owned me and was going to get everything I had to give. And then some. I eased my finger deep inside her tight pussy. My jealous cock shuddered. Her hips shamelessly bucked against my hand and another moan escaped her lips. I swallowed her cries, assaulting my grip on control. I withdrew just long enough to tug my aching balls; otherwise, this was going to be over before it started.

  Breaking our kiss, I demanded her eyes. “I’m gonna taste you now, slow and gentle. Then I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue until you shatter.” The hitch in her breath was all the confirmation I needed. I trailed kisses along her chest and squeezed her breasts into my mouth before moving toward my prize. Spreading her legs a little wider I palmed her ass and lifted her hips. In long, slow strokes I swept my tongue across her silky folds. She smelled like fine aged single malt scotch mixed with buttercream and tasted like dessert. She squirmed and twisted her hips, stuttering and gasping for breath. I thoroughly savored every sweet spot but she needed more. I wanted more. I shifted onto the floor, kneeling, and dragged her hips to the edge of the bed. My thumbs held her open while my tongue drove in and out of her clenched core, rhythmically matching my pulsing cock. Her cries of pleasure escalated and before I knew it she was thrusting her hips against my face and screaming my name. I lapped up every drop until her last wave pulsed through.

  “Fuck, Teeps. So hot. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. Ah fuck.” I climbed her body to rest my chest against her tits and buried my face in her hair. The throb in my cock heightened and I shifted, avoiding any light touch. I was on sensory overload and needed to be inside her. I kissed a spot on her neck that I hadn’t yet tasted and lifted my head. “I need eyes.” I needed to make sure she was ready. She opened her lids and met my gaze. Flushed and aroused she whimpered and palmed my ass pulling me closer. Question answered.

  “Oh god, please, Ace, please.”

  I guided my naked pulsing cock to tease her entrance, not wanting to hurt her. She was tight and I was pretty sure the majority of her wetness was my saliva, but her arousal was never a question in my mind. With eyes at half-mast and tiny whimpers leaving her lips, she forced her hips up. Yup, not a question. I waited no longer and slid my rock hard length inside her tightly cinched walls. We moaned and cursed in unison. She was so warm, so tight, an addiction in the making. Once fully buried, I stilled to allow her to adjust and keep me from ending this too soon. I inhaled deeply and attempted to slow my ricocheting heart. She gripped my biceps and tangled her long legs around my back. A haze of lust, longing, and something I couldn’t describe, clouded my vision as I created our tempo. Our mouths were open, breathing heavy, while our tongues seductively mingled. Her small throaty moans of pleasure drove my unrelenting need. I surged in and out of her, worshipping our skin on skin, another first for me. A thin sheen of sweat covered my chest and her breasts. I pushed up on my arms and dipped my head to lick her straining nipples. Her hands found themselves tangled back in my hair, forcefully raking it while she bucked her hips. Un-fucking-real. I watched her sick abs tighten and release and her tits move with my motion. Her brown eyes nailed mine with something unrecognizable. There was a passion, a trust, but also a peace. Un-fucking-forgettable.

  Her breaths shortened and her gasps and groans grew louder, I knew she was close. I ground my hips against her thin frame and listened to her shatter into a million pieces. Her pussy clenched and quivered around my straining cock. My muscles tightened and spasmed struggling to gain an ounce of control to revel in the pure bliss that washed across her face. She was beautiful, she was sexy, and she was mine. I thrust deeper, staking my claim. Unable to stall any longer, pleasure wracked through my body and I exploded inside her with the force of a geyser. Every eruption sent me further into oblivion, and the only thing I knew for sure … I was done.

  Collapsing on her damp chest, we lay still just like that, tangled and sated for god knows how long, the magnitude of the moment consuming us. The echoes of my guttural growls dissipated, replaced by only our synchronous breathing. I could’ve not moved for an eternity. With her warm naked body under mine, my cock twitched inside her.

  Her smile tickled my shoulder before she even spoke. “Definitely worth the wait.” Her giggle was going to kill me. Fuck the refractory period.

  I rolled to the side and easily flipped her on top of me so I could see her face and said the only thing controlling my thoughts since the night I saw her at the bar. “Where’ve you been half my life?”

  A small sadness clouded her eyes. Not the reaction I was going for, but she blinked it away immediately and smiled.

  “I’m here now.” She was.

  I kissed her forehead and the slight change in our position reminded me of the slickness still between our legs. Our slickness. This stirred something deep inside. The unfamiliar feeling that I was beginning to expect and that only she could give me. And this time it felt amazing. This woman gave me a part of her trust.

  “Come, let’s get cleaned up.” I gently tapped her ass and led her into the guest bathroom. I flipped the switch, but instead of the overhead chandelier glow, five hundred watts above the huge mirror reflected everywhere. We both flinched, adjusting to the blinding change. “Shit,” slipped out of my mouth as I played with the switch plate.

  Tal chuckled. “This room new to you too?”

  Actually. “Yeah.” That earned me a sweet kiss. Maybe I needed to move.

  I adjusted the water and we spent the next thirty minutes discovering my guest shower together.

  We had a shitload of making up for lost time and didn’t succumb to sleep until somewhere after two. You would’ve thought I could’ve slept in. No such luck. The sun was barely up when I cracked an eye open. Even at this early hour it was bright, too bright. The lack of window coverings combined with the pale ivory color of the bare walls reflected the early rays straight toward the bed. Note to self, my guest room needed some blinds. Actually if I was being honest, my whole apartment needed an overhaul, or more importantly, my master. Ridiculo
us or not, I wanted to give her that clean slate.

  I rolled on my side and propped up on one arm. With blonde locks splayed across the pillow and her face turned away from me, I watched the gentle rise and fall of her naked back and listened to her soft rhythmic breaths. In the light of day, all you saw was sexy, tall confidence. But here, nestled in the silence of the sunrise she looked almost … fragile. Stupidly, my mind wandered. She had pillows clutched against the length of her bare front, as if she slept in this position every night. A woman like her had no business spooning goose down. She deserved a warm body ensuring her sweet dreams. That in itself was still a mystery I couldn’t wrap my head around. Not that I was complaining the job hadn’t been taken. My thoughts of anyone else sharing her bed pissed me off anyway. I made a conscious decision to be grateful for the stupidity of West Coast men. Not that it mattered, as far as I was concerned, the job was now taken.

  I jostled the sheet slightly to admire the gradual sway of her back and the two small dimples at the base of her spine extending up into her perfect round globes. The ones that I had only begun to discover. Already waking at half-mast, it didn’t take much to reach full attention. Fuck me, she was gorgeous. I slid a little closer and tucked my body around hers. And she fit … almost too well.

  At the touch of our skin she sighed, “Hmm.” Lips curved up and eyes still closed, she turned to face me and released her pillow death grip. I kissed her forehead and selfishly rolled her onto my chest, wanting her closer, wanting her warmth. She wrapped a leg around mine and snuggled in. I must have dozed because I woke to soft sweet kisses trailing across my chest. Now it was my turn to sigh.

  “You awake, sleepyhead? It’s a little after nine.” I twitched at the time and she giggled. “Never in bed this late, huh?”

  “Umm, maybe once when I … had the flu … a long time ago.” Flu sounded good. After my bout with the flu, never had another real reason to stay in bed.

  “Well, I like it. And if we do what we did last night again, get used to sleeping in.”

  “Not going to argue with that.” Hell no.

  She lifted up, her perky tits grazing across my chest. She captured my eyes with a sudden seriousness and poked at my chest. “Why are we really in the guest room?”

  Because I was a player. Lived for the moment and fucked for fun. Because I never believed in second chances until you walked back into my life. The litigator could have gone on and on, but the gentleman had too much respect for this beautiful woman.

  I answered, “Because.”

  “Listen, neither one of us is a saint. I know you’ve had other women here, I’d be ignorant not to. And I would be blatantly lying if I said it didn’t skeeve me a little, but we’re not kids anymore, not even close. Actually, it’s kind of ironic how we flip-flopped. I was the one who started too early, while you waited and made up for lost lust later in life.” She flashed her pearly whites, giving me an out for my male slut behavior. Tangling her long fingers in some loose hair that hung across my forehead, she scooted up, planting a big kiss on my lips.

  She massaged my scalp and my eyes rolled closed. “You’ve got a thing for hair. Mmm. Not that I’m complaining.”

  “You’ve got great hair.”

  “It took forever, but glad it grew back then, because this feels so good.” Her finger dance slowed to a stop. “No one tells you those details when they’re injecting all that shit directly into your vein,” I blurted. She released my hair and reached directly for the thin faint line marring my groin. Most women never noticed. She wasn’t most women.

  Her voice cracked. “No chance you’re going to tell me you had a hernia repair, huh?” I wished.

  “Not so lucky.” I kissed her temple, reflecting on her fitting word choice. Chance. “Did you know ninety percent of the time you find it in your neck?” Not me. “And ninety percent of the time one round of poison does the trick.” Not me. “Go figure, what were the chances?” Just another couple cards in my shitty hand.

  “Hodgkin’s?”

  I brushed away the tear she let slip. “Guess dermatologists are real doctors after all,” I joked, attempting to lighten the mood.

  The last thing I wanted was to upset her, hell, I wasn’t sure why I opened my big mouth in the first place. I guess I didn’t want any secrets between us. Tal had that effect and I wanted our trust to travel further than just the bedroom. It seemed like this earned me a failure mark at morning pillow talk, but how would I know? I’d never experienced morning pillow talk. Until now.

  She kissed my palm that lingered at her cheek while her sad eyes roamed my face for answers. “Will you tell me about it? When?”

  “Sophomore year of college. I was busy drinking with the guys, flirting with the girls, studying even. Too busy, I guess. The lump came and went, didn’t think too much of it. By the time I noticed it again I couldn’t lift my eyelids long enough to get out of my sweat-drenched bed. Ten pounds and three trips to student health, even I knew the flu didn’t last a month. That was a fun phone call home.” I sighed remembering. “I watched my father bury both his parents and his brother and I never heard his voice crack like it did that day. Fucking sucked. And being the level-headed, macho nineteen-year-old I was, I suggested I see a specialist in North Carolina to make sure there was even anything to really worry about.” Tal cracked a half smile; she knew my family enough to know how that worked out. “Yeah, he was on the next plane, had my dorm room packed in an hour, and I was back in New York by midnight with three appointments lined up the next day.”

  She smiled through her glistening eyes. “Mags doesn’t mess around. I love that about her.”

  “You’re not kidding. My mother was scarier than the fucking cancer.” I kissed her forehead and brushed away another tear. “Needless to say, I had surgery that week and spent the next four months learning firsthand why chemo got a bad rap. Luckily, by the time the fall rolled around I was all clear and went back to Duke sporting a crew cut. And you know, because I’m brilliant, I graduated on time, regardless. I was fine.” I winked and she almost chuckled. Almost.

  I hated the heaviness in the room. She massaged my scalp harder and asked, “Until?”

  “Until I wasn’t.” She bit her lip, hard. “I’ve got to tell you I was tempted to say fuck it. The thought of going through it all over again-” I shook my head.

  “What changed your mind?”

  “Chase can be one intense son of a bitch. Convinced me to come up here for treatment. Second round of chemo made the first look like a trip to fucking Disney, bone marrow transplant, the whole nine.”

  “I’m so sorry, I...” Tears streamed down her cheeks.

  “Look at me, Teeps.” The sadness in her eyes punched me in the gut. “You have nothing to be sorry about. Shit happens, that’s life. We’ve all had our share. But that’s the past, okay?” You’re my future. Wow, I just thought that. What the…

  My mental tangent was abruptly interrupted when soft lips crashed down on mine. Damn, this woman could kiss. When we finally came up for air, her cheeks were tear soaked. “I hate that I wasn’t here for you, I hate that you went through all of that, I hate all the years that were stolen, I-”

  “Hey, hey, hey. No. We’re not going to do this. Look. I’ll admit my live for the moment mentality is probably some fucked up way of avoiding the future, but reliving the past, dwelling on what ifs, yeah, that’s just as unhealthy. None of it matters. I just didn’t want it to randomly come up one day. Plus…” It was time to end this little trip down memory lane. I needed that smile back. “I just thought you should know why I hate doctors.” I kissed her. She moaned. Thank fuck.

  “Mmm ... is that so?” She mumbled against my lips.

  “Detest.” I tangled the hair at her nape this time, kissing my way down her neck. Her pulse quickened beneath my mouth. My dick responded in kind.

  “Ooh, two best friends, both doctors, must be torture?” Her raspy voice sent tingles down my spine, yet her back arched.
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br />   I flipped her over in one fell swoop, loving how pliable she was. I held my weight with locked arms while her legs automatically pretzeled my waist. Her warm core sandwiched my rock hard erection against my abs. I smelled her arousal and felt my own wetness trail over my stomach. Fuck, I loved yoga. My eyes said that and a dozen other ungentlemanly things. Her breath caught and she bit her lip. Any and all thoughts of lymph nodes ... GONE.

  “You want to know torture?” I wasn’t asking. “Dating was fucking torture. And since we’re over that, I’m going to fuck you now.”

  She didn’t answer, she just moaned.

  Sleeping in just edged its way to the top of the list of firsts this woman gave me.

  “Hey, what’s the matter?” She covered my right hand that rested on the gearshift and turned down the traffic report playing on the radio. It was only a few miles, but we couldn’t afford any delays since we didn’t leave ourselves much time to get her to the airport.

  I took my eyes off the road for a second to glance her way. She sat sideways, facing me with one leg tucked beneath her, looking awfully cozy in the passenger seat of my Cayenne.

  “Not a thing,” I answered. Other than the fact that Sundays sucked.

  “Then why do you seem a million miles away since we got in the car?”

  “Not a million, Teeps, just three thousand.” I brought our joined hands to my lips and she cocked her head to the side.

  “Hey, do you remember when we were kids, that one Labor Day weekend we moped around because summer was over? We had to schlep back to the city and we could only hang out on the weekends. What were we, in seventh grade? God, we were so dramatic, huh, I was probably the worst. Only child syndrome, I guess. I was so jealous that you lived a few avenues apart and were family friends. I hated being further uptown. I made it my job to come up with any reason to sleep over at Kimi’s, even on school nights. I was lonely, which was ridiculous since I saw her every day at school. And you and Chase were just across the street. You know my California friends think it’s hysterical that we went to single sex schools. The concept is completely foreign to them, like we were deprived or something.”