“Okay baby let me go lock the door, you change, and I’ll be right back.”
“Okay” She whispered, Torrian doubted whether she would slip into her pajamas but he gave her a pass.
He flicked the lock into place, grabbed a water bottle from her kitchen and took the stairs two at a time. He rapped his knuckles against the door softly; he pushed open the door slightly to see Gwen was asleep. She was still wearing her shoes and jeans. He laughed to himself and entered the room. He pulled her shoes and pants off, he looked away when her panties were revealed, he caught only a glimpse of the navy blue lingerie. He didn’t need more temptation. He covered her, removed his own clothing down to his boxers then lay on top of the blanket; he watched her sleep for a while before drifting off next to her.
The weekend was monumental to the two. Gwen felt normalcy return to her life. Saturday morning she read an email from her mother, she was still gushing over the game and Torrian. She reminded Gwen to be safe. Steven also sent an email telling her to bring “that fine young man” to dinner. She agreed to both her parent’s request; again she felt the intense longing within for him, she needed protection with him. She made note on her phone to remind her. Gwen turned off her electronics to enjoy the rest of her weekend with Torrian.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Monday passed quickly, the same routine was being followed from last week. Gwen and Torrian were becoming closer and closer each day. Gwen wanted to tell everyone at work about the romance to keep Ali’s wandering eyes off of him, but she stopped herself. This was too new to risk any sort of exposure to the administration. Gwen received flowers from an anonymous admirer shortly before leaving work.
“Need help with those Doc?” Torrian asked when she struggled to the ferry.
“Yes, please, thank you.” Gwen made it a point to look at him, thanking him with her eyes for the help and the beautiful flower arrangement.
That evening Gwen spent most the night in Torrian’s lap detailing her early college years, she was on the brink of sharing the story of how she met Kody when Torrian’s hand found her inner thigh. She froze completely distracted from what she was saying. Torrian chuckled at how easy he could cause her to become aroused. Gwen’s hand moved to stop him, the instant she made a motion that she didn’t want to continue he stopped his hand and moved it to the outside of her knee. He respected her boundaries, as much as he wanted to take her, bend her over the nearest surface, and make her feel pleasure for hours upon hours until she collapsed into his arms, he kept himself contained.
“Gwen.” Torrian said with his voice husky.
His hands clutched her blouse and pulled at it. His hand bringing her closer and closer with each stressed breath. She was silk against his skin, the finest thing Torrian ever felt. His groans echoed in the living room. Torrian’s hands moved to the swell of her bottom and he gently caressed her backside through the skirt she was still wearing from work, he moved his hands in rhythmic motions. Gwen’s body was heating for him. He took control of the moment, she wasn’t denying him, and she was welcoming him. Torrian picked her up and made his was to her bedroom with Gwen in his arms. They crashed against the door when he fumbled with the door handle. His hands held her up and he pressed tighter against her.
Gwen’s breathing was shallow and rapid; her body was craving more of him. She was yielding every piece of her to him in their quest for pleasure. Gwen’s hips started to pulse back and forth against Torrian’s, his response was a deep groan. He gave up trying to work the door for the moment, one hand was tangled in her hair, crushing her face to his, and the other hand was still on her backside massaging her ass. His sex was hard and pressed tight against her core, the tight bundle of nerves within her apex was being pressed into by the sizeable bulge. Her body rocked with ache for his. Her mouth found purchase and she began to suckle on his thick neck; his groans filled the air between them. He liked what she was doing, her arms wrapped around his neck and her mouth continued. His hips jerked forward and he cursed. Torrian’s hand left her hair and finally opened the door.
He held Gwen up and walked to the bed, her legs were wrapped around his hips, slowly he laid her down, and he kept his body close to hers. “Gwen I want you.”
Torrian’s eyes burned into Gwen’s, his eyes were assessing her. Gwen nodded, “I want you too Torrian, please don’t stop.”
That was what Torrian needed to hear. His lips pulled back in a triumphant smile and he buried his head in her luscious blonde locks and inhaled, breathing Gwen deep. Torrian pulled Gwen’s shirt from her body, his body was still on hers, he was moving on top of her the sensation making each passing moment more and more intense. He pulled her skirt from her legs, she was wearing thigh highs with a black lace panties. Torrian felt as if his cornea were going to bleed from the perfection of Gwen’s appearance. She took amazing care of her body, it wasn’t hardened with muscle but she was healthy, soft yet strong as a female should be. Her legs were smooth, his gaze moved between her legs, the sheer lace offered little coverage, and he could see her core was hairless. His cock punched forward again, the blue balls were painful and he was reminded why he waited as he looked at her. Her bosoms were heaving up and down as her breath came out in pants. He stayed between her legs and bent down to claim her lips again. His hands worked his pants off hastily. He reached his hand between them and rubbed over her nub. Gwen moaned at the pressure on her most sensitive spot.
“Torrian!” She gasped.
“That’s it baby.” He encouraged her.
Torrian slowly rubbed her clit in circular motions he varied the pressure he placed on it. Her body thrashed beneath him and clenched the sheets between her fingers. Her body was tight; the feeling was so sublime to her it was almost painful. Torrian’s cock was begging to enter her but he kept it at bay, she deserved to have more. Her body arched into his, he held onto her hip tighter.
Gwen’s voice struggled to be heard, she didn’t want to stop long enough to ask, but she had to. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah baby.” Torrian pulled away leaving the warmth of the woman beneath him.
“Hurry.” Gwen murmured to him, her eyes watching his tight muscles move and coil with each movement.
Torrian’s skilled hands pulled the condom from his wallet, tore the package open, and rolled it over his length. Gwen watched in appreciation, his erect shaft was daunting. She had not had sex for years, she had only seen one penis in her lifetime and that had belonged to someone that was now her patient and locked up for the rest of his days. Torrian’s shaft was thick and hardened like the rest of him and his entire body was hairless. His erection stood proud from his body. He turned towards her.
“Enjoying the show?” He said with a sly smile.
“Yes, frankly I am.” She returned with a wry smile of her own.
Gwen beckoned him closer, she was nervous but determined not to let it show. She wanted the tan god in front of her; she wanted him every way she could get him.
“You tell me if it’s too much.” Torrian said, his concern breaking the lustful stare.
“Yes, please just keep going.” Gwen begged.
Torrian kissed Gwen hard, his right hand traveled the milky flesh of her swelled breasts, his mouth lowered to one breast and his hand manipulated the other. His free hand gripped his impressive cock and he slowly rubbed the head against Gwen’s heated core. “God baby you’re ready.”
Torrian’s words were a breathless praise. Slowly he moved lower, his sex hovered at Gwen’s opening, her legs were on either side of his hips, and she was gorgeous and splayed for his pleasure. He shuddered as he pressed just the tip of himself into her. Her core was tight like every other part of her. He stopped moving; he didn’t want to hurt her. Torrian knew he was considered large and she was inexperienced as far as he knew. She had only one partner in the past; he felt a pang of jealousy towards the man who was her first. He didn’t want that thought to sour the moment; he shoved it away from his mind. He concentrate
d on how amazing Gwen felt around him. Her eyes gazed up at him, wonder, lust, desire, and something more was shining in them. He pressed forward more; he was nearly halfway into her. He was ready to cum; he had to calm himself down. There was no way this could be over so soon for him, or for her.
“What’s wrong?” Gwen asked.
“Nothing baby, you’re just perfect.”
Gwen’s answer was a simple blush. He reaches two fingers up to her face and caressed her cheek as soft as a whisper. He was her lover. He lowered his head to kiss her lips again, surging his hips forward he sheathed himself inside of her. They both cried out with pleasure. Torrian stilled one more time to let her sex accommodate his. He loved where he was, he could stay between Gwen’s legs for the rest of his days and never have enough.
“Oh God Torrian!” Gwen exulted.
He chuckled and dragged his mouth from hers, along her jawbone, then to her ear where he nibbled. Gwen’s reaction to Torrian’s carnal tease was gratifying to him. He was stilled within her but with skill he flexed himself and hit a sweet spot that had Gwen almost convulsing with each movement. It was rewarding to watch the pleasure pass over her face.
Torrian could no longer contain himself, he began to move inside of her, slowly withdrawing to the point he nearly was completely removed then he moved himself back inside of her core. He rocked in and out of her; both of them getting louder with each push and pull. Her body rose from the bed as if he was drawing her up with each powerful stroke. Torrian’s breath started to become constricted, he started to hurry his movements, and Gwen’s moans kept bubbling up from her. She locked her arms around his neck and she grinded herself against him. The friction was more than either could handle. Torrian closed his eyes and concentrated on her, again he drew his hand down her body and placed it between them and began rubbing her again. When Torrian’s hand made contact she moaned louder than even before, her muscles started to contract around his swollen member. He knew he couldn’t hold onto his control much longer.
“Cum for me Gwen, I need to feel you.” He placed a tender kiss to the side of her neck then pulled back and started pounding into her relentlessly while he rubbed her clit.
Gwen’s body stiffened, her scream echoed through the entire room, Torrian felt her walls convulse around him. She cried out, the sound was different than before; it let him know he was doing his job well. He grinned and kept going, his speed slowing only slightly, he kept thrusting, he was working her through her orgasm, she was forced to ride an intense wave of orgasm and aftershock, her hips were tilting with his, when he was sure she was well sated he let himself go. His relief and pleasure poured out of him and he followed Gwen in her cries. Torrian’s bass bellow was followed with his head coming to rest against her forehead and he began to kiss her savagely.
Torrian smiled and kissed the corners of her mouth. He didn’t think he could have enough of her, even though he had just been as deep as he could possibly get, he wanted more of her. His next move was slow and deliberate. He withdrew from her and removed the condom to dispose of it. He pulled Gwen into the circle of his arms.
“Damn baby.” He was still breathless.
“I... I have never had anything like that before.” Her eyes were closed, Torrian swelled with pride again.
“I’m glad, next time will be better I promise.” He stroked her hair.
“There can be better than that?” She asked him incredulously.
“Oh yeah baby, loads more. I just needed to have you this time, next time I will take my time with you.”
Gwen flushed a deep scarlet and Torrian chuckled. “Come now, you need to sleep.”
Torrian pulled Gwen closer to him and stroked up and down her arms till she fell asleep in his arms. He could not stay awake any longer himself, he found himself passing out quickly.
Kody had spent the last few moments before his appointment to see his woman at their now twice weekly sessions getting ready, he finger combed his hair, then picked up the drawing and poem he composed for her. He was finally able to get her lips right after the last visit he knew the drawing was perfect, the soft supple lips, the gentle rise, and when she smiled the dimples that would pop up. She was beautiful and this drawing was a perfect gift for her. Today he decided he would prove himself to his Gwen.
Kody could hear the gait of Officer Ford heading towards his cell. He turned to face the bars moments before the Officer appeared.
“Prisoner step back”
“Aye-aye Captain.” Kody saluted in mock respect.
“I prefer master of your world you piss ant, time for you to get your head checked,” with the last of the hostile words exchanged for the time being Kody stepped back and Torrian Ford opened the cell to pull him out. The sick smile plastered on Kody’s face gave Torrian the creeps; he was getting off on this. Gwen was beautiful and easy to be around, and after last night he would definitely kill to protect her but this Kody McQueen guy was all sorts of mentally screwed. Kudos to Gwen for trying to help them, he sure as hell couldn’t. Torrian didn’t like this man around what was his. The two males walked in silence. They didn’t have anything to say to each other. Torrian’s body was itchy; he had seen the file, and the wake of destruction McQueen left behind him if anyone stood in his way. His guard was up.
While walking with that Torrian guy Kody couldn’t stop his smile from growing, he kept thinking about his female, what she would be wearing, what she would smell like, how her hair would be done. His dick got hard just thinking about all the questions and answering with his mind. He hoped her hair was down. He remembered the way it would fan out when he took her, when he showed her how much he wanted her. Their first time a sizzle in his mind. He told her he would never forget and he didn’t break that one promise. Kody’s thoughts were a haze of lust. He just wanted her to remember and beg for him again.
He snapped out of his daydream when Torrian knocked on Gwen’s office door. She opened the door and she was stunning. Her hair was down past her shoulders, the blonde waves just as he remembered. He gawked openly at the female. She was wearing a navy blue dress that clung to her curves. The deep v-neck showed ample cleavage without being slutty. She accomplished many feats with this dress. He noticed her smile. She was smiling in his direction. This wasn’t a dream, this was real and she was smiling.
Kody sauntered over to the chair he has come accustomed to sitting in while Gwen picks his brain, even though she had done it a million times before while they were entwined in bed and in love it never got old. He shocked her with his detailing of his past.
“Good afternoon Kody, how are you feeling today?” Gwen began.
“Fine, I wanted to give you something.” He said.
“Oh?” Gwen’s face was stoic.
“Yes,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out the papers he had folded up, “here I did these for you.”
Gwen took the papers from Kody, her fingers trembled as she opened the papers, she thought it was going to be a confession of the millennium; Kody McQueen was finally going to open up.
“What do you think?” Kody’s voice finally shook with some emotion Gwen had never heard come from him before.
Her fingers righted the final crease and she looked at the paper. The first was a perfect likeness. Her eyes widened in fear, the drawing was too similar. It scared her. Kody was detailed, her lips parted. She could feel the furrow of her brows as she went into a world of her own thought. She knew she should tell Torrian but this could be an honest gift. Kody was blatant about getting Gwen’s attention back; he slammed his feet into the ground.
“You didn’t read the poem.” His tone was clipped.
“What?”
“You didn’t read the goddamn poem Gwen.”
“I will, give me a moment Kody, you do not boss me around.”
Gwen took her time; Kody was an art major at University Of Washington before he dropped out. He had a lot of talent, perhaps if things had been different he would have his own gallery to
day, but he turned the wrong way and he was in prison. She turned the paper over; it was a poem, To Earthward by Robert Frost hand written in a beautiful script:
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much; I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things, The flow of - was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs Down hill at dusk?
I had the swirl and ache From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake Dew on the knuckle.
I craved strong sweets, but those Seemed strong when
I was young; The petal of the rose
It was that stung. Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault;
I crave the stainOf tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.
While the poem was beautiful, Gwen knew he had selected it for that reason. A familiar ache came to Gwen’s heart. Her mind began to race. What could she say to get out of this situation? Tears that remained unshed for years, for him, pricked at her eyes, like the stab of a thousand needles in her optic nerves.
“Kody, while I thank you, I cannot accept gifts from a patient.”
“I drew this and wrote that for you.”
“Yes I understand but…”
“I want you to have them.” Kody’s voice came faster he was panicking.
“I can’t Kody.”
“You don’t like them.”
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