by S. N. Garza
She coughed and turned her head back to the TV.
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We were half way through the movie and she had finally relaxed back, when I started playing with her hair. I was still paying attention to the TV, but when she felt my hand twirl a few locks, she stiffened and straightened her back just enough to not be too noticeable. I could see her breathing start to accelerate and I could see the pulse in her neck flaring wildly. I slowly untwined my hand from her hair and played it off to drink some wine. I really didn’t care for wine. Too bitter for my taste, but it had seemed to calm Adelaide down, until now.
I sipped slowly and she relaxed again. Maybe she had a thing for when people touched her hair. Hmm. I didn’t try touching her hair again, but I laid my arm on the back side of the couch and she relaxed enough that the motion let her curl into my side. When she went to move, I put my hand on her shoulder.
“Stay. It’s okay. Relax.” I wanted her to feel safe with me. I didn’t know how else to tell her. She took off a hair tie from her wrist and toppled her hair into a messy bun on the crown of her head and she curled back into my side. I loved feeling her there.
She fit just right in the crook of my shoulder. Like she belonged there. She did belong there. I was not going there. Nope.
She was nestling more into me when I heard her whisper, “You still wear that?”
I looked down at her. Her diamond blue eyes full of questions. “Still wear what?”
Her hand reached up and traced the shells of the necklace she gave me years ago. Her eyes were stuck on it when I reached my knuckle to tip her chin up so she could look up at me. “Why wouldn’t I wear it? Adelaide, it’s the first present I ever got. Besides JR you were my best friend Adelaide. The only times I ever took it off is when I shower or when I was in the Marines. Couldn’t wear it while on active duty. I kept it with me though. In my inside pocket. I’ll wear it until it falls apart and when it does, I’ll keep it on me until the day I die.”
Tears had fallen from her face at my confession and now that I said it, I wasn’t taking it back for nothing. It was the stone cold truth. No one had ever given me anything before then. Chet always gave me baseball caps. Or guy gifts.
“Really, Courtland?”
I knew she needed reassurance, but the only thing I could do was lift her face up to mine and plant an easy kiss to her lips.
“Really, really.”
She hugged me tight and snuggled into me. “I remember making it. I had no idea how, until the woman at Hobby Lobby told me. For some reason I was so adamant in making you one. I had a shell obsession phase. I loved them. I would never have thought you would have kept it all these years. It does look really good on you. Especially with all those tattoos you sport.” She started laughing.
“Laughing at me? I think the beach boy in me is appalled at your mockery.”
“Beach boy? HA! My ass. There is no beach boy in you.”
She was right, but I couldn’t resist in tickling her sides in retaliation.
She started laughing and squirming and trying to wrestle away, but I was having none of that. Her body turned and I ended up crawling over her, one hand on the sofa kept me from crushing her, as I tickled her with the other.
“Stop! Courtland! Oh my goodness! Please!”
She was panting and puffs of her breath splashed on my face. I couldn’t remember smiling so big, and she was laughing and coughing, trying to get her bearings.
My hand stayed attached to her hip, kneading the soft flesh where her shirt had visibly risen. Her eyes were closed, and a smile played on her face.
“Paybacks are-
I couldn’t resist, she looked so damned hot and tempting. I leaned down and placed my lips on hers. Gently at first. I didn’t want to scare her, but I licked the crease of her lips easily and softly sucking in her bottom lip. The sweet bitter taste of the wine on her lips was making me taste her just a bit more. Her breaths became heavy and her chest was heaving, bringing her breasts up to my chest. I brought myself to my elbows, laying almost all the way on top of her. Her nipples were rubbing on my chest and she was writhing like a cat, just to feel the friction against them.
Her body was demanding satisfaction. I could feel the piercings through the shirt and I was desperate to see them. Her hips were on the sides of mine and she had clutched my shirt to bring me closer, and to deepen the kiss. I tongued her closed lips and she instantly obeyed. I swept my tongue across her teeth before tasting the sweet inside of her mouth.
If her lips tasted so good, I wondered how good her pussy would taste against my lips. My hips jerked in response to the thought and her body took it, rubbing her jean clad middle against mine. She hissed, as she mated her mouth with mine and the kisses became more passionate. I tugged her shirt up, and over her head. She didn’t object, just threw it over her head and sucked my lips back to hers.
Damn. She felt fucking amazing. I unclasped the front closure of her cotton bra that left nothing to the imagination and peeled the soft cups from her breasts. I took my lips from hers and looked down at her tits. Fuck. She had two small hoops through both nipples and it was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I trailed kisses down her chin, the line of her jaw, and down her neck. I inhaled the sweet pomegranate of her shampoo and sucked hard on her neck.
“Courtland. Please.” Her voice was frantic and her hands were gripping the shit out of my hair. It hurt like hell, but felt so damn good. I bit her again, then lapped the love bite with my tongue. I moved down, leaving marks all the way to her nipple. Her breasts were plump and made for my hand. I shifted myself so I could play with one nipple ring, tugging on it gently and making her body writhe in pleasure. I teased the other with my mouth. Licking around the ring, sucking the whole areola in my mouth, before closing the jewelry between my lips, pulling and making her gasp and whimper.
“Sweet mother.”
Oh, yeah. I released my mouth, then moved to the other. I knew I made the one I just played with just a bit sore. So, as I made love to the other nipple, I massaged around the ring and then traveled my hand down to cup her heat. My mouth went back to her lips for a deep, but brief kiss, before I looked down at her.
“Adelaide?”
Her eyes had been closed, mouth open in ecstasy and waiting for my next move.
“Adelaide.”
Then, they flashed open, heavy lidded with desire and I knew she was into this as much as I was.
She knew the question I was asking. My hand had started massaging deep into her jeans, rubbing the lining of the crotch in her jeans against her clit.
“Yes, please Courtland, yes.”
That’s all I needed before planting my lips on hers deep and hard. I was undoing her belt, button and zipper and I slid my hands underneath her panties to pull them over her hips. She shoved her Converse’s off with her toes, and I didn’t waste any time divesting her of her jeans and panties. The silky curls nestled at the apex of her thighs were neatly trimmed and I wrapped her legs around my hips and stood up. She wound her arms around my neck, pushing her breasts against my chest and latched onto my neck with her teeth.
Fuck. She sure gave as good as she got, because I felt her teeth clamp down, and damn, if it didn’t almost make me cum in my jeans. She was wrapped around me like ivy. I walked up the stairs and into my room, where the light from the outside lights, shone through the cracks of the curtains. I laid her on my king size bed, stood back and whipped my shirt over my head. My dick felt so fucking tight in my jeans. I couldn’t wait to taste the sweet syrup I felt rubbing against me on the trip up the stairs. Looking down at the beautiful sight before me, Adelaide lying on my bed like a goddess, body flushed, tits swaying gently with each rise of her chest, and her juices soaking her curls and inner thighs. I reached down to release myself from the tightening confines of my denim.
Seven
Adelaide
He was unbuckling his leather belt, and I was sprawled out naked on his bed, leani
ng up on my elbows. Never had a guy play with my nipple piercings before. At least any that felt so electric and tantalizing.
I should know better. I wanna blame the wine. But hell if I could find a reason not to see what this night could bring.
Taking my time, I perused his body from where he stood. His jean clad thighs wore the denim perfectly. They sculpted them lovingly and it cupped the impressive bulge beneath the zipper of his jeans. My eyes flashed to the nightmare I had last night, about taking Courtland in my mouth and where it lead to. Squeezing my eyes shut, I took a few breathes to get the sick image from my mind.
“Adelaide? You okay?”
I opened my eyes quickly, looking at where he had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, where a trail of hair disappeared into. No tattoo there. No cross. Breathe in. Breathe out. You’re fine. Smiling, I looked at Courtland and nodded.
“Yes, I’m-wait.” Looking at his left pectoral muscle, my name was scrawled above his nipple in thick black lettering. “You have my name on your chest?” I rocketed my eyes back to his with confusion and shock. “Why?”
One hand massaged the area where my name was inked, and he shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. “You and JR are my family. JR’s name is on my shoulder blade. You were everything to me.”
I noticed he said ‘were’ not are. I wonder, if I was everything to him, why did he leave me? Without saying good-bye, or a letter. Something telling me that he cared. Instead he gets my name inked on his chest and I’m supposed to what? Accept it?
Sigh.
Don’t let this be anything than what it is, Addy-girl. Sex. You’re having a sexual crisis and it needs to be taken care of. You’re horny as a madwoman who hasn’t had a man in years and this is just what you need to get the sexual crisis out of the way. Courtland is every woman’s wet dream. Cut, rippling muscles with the words Semper Fidelis written on his ribs that ended at his hip bone. The ink covering his arms didn’t look any different than what I’ve seen when I was a girl. Sleeves of colorful ink ran up his arms. I knew his back was just as impressive.
Nodding, I just watched as his eyes glazed over with lust and he hefted his jeans over his hips, along with his boxer briefs. When he stood back up, his erection was flexing off his pelvic bone, long, and thick. And holy shit-he was pierced. There. That Prince Albert piercing is gonna be so good. My inner thighs clenched at the thought of that barbell hitting my cervix. I don’t think that’s gonna fit.
He chuckled and gripped his member with one hand and gave it a few pumps. “It’ll fit just fine.”
Fuck! My eyes widened. Did I say that out loud? Em-barrassing. Ugh. I threw my head back and covered my eyes with my fore arm.
“Oh. My. God. I can’t believe I said that out loud.” Laughing, I shook my head.
“It’s okay. You have a beautiful laugh. I love hearing it. Just as long as it’s not laughter regarding my dick, laugh all you want.”
That stopped me. I peeked up at him under my arm, and he had placed one knee on the bed, ready to advance. His smile was so wickedly handsome, quirked up on one side, flashing a bit of white teeth. His hand clasped my ankles, bending my legs before spreading them wide. Opening my flesh up to his searing hot gaze, and baring me completely to him. I felt open and exposed, but not just literally. He wasn’t looking at my vagina like I thought he would do, his eyes were locked on mine, waiting for me to uncover my eyes.
I took a deep breath and placed my arm to my side. He didn’t take his eyes off mine as he scooted himself further between the v of my legs. His rough calloused hands coasted up my shins, over my knees, and I could feel the tingling sensations making my skin feel sensitized as he made his way to my hips. Then, he lifted himself over me, one hand braced on one side of my head, the other skimming over the softness of my stomach, between the valley of my breasts and around my throat. Courtland’s thumb played with the pulse in my neck that I knew was beating wildly and erratically. I felt the tip of his penis and the barbell sliding across my slit. He was teasing, testing the wetness of my entrance and I could feel myself so close to exploding. My skin felt alive, the nerve endings firing lava hot sparks.
He bent down to kiss the corner of my lips. Skimming a line down my body, leaving a hot trail of moist kisses as he placed his face at the juncture of my legs.
No one has ever went down on me. Just as I had never went down on any one, willingly. I thought that act was the most grotesque and unsensual, that I actually started feeling myself get nauseated.
“No, not that.”
He immediately stopped. Braced himself on his hands, as he looked at me questioningly.
“Just, please. Not that.”
I knew I was ruining what mood we were having, but he was still hard and he brought his mouth up to mine and kissed me tenderly. Sweetly. But I didn’t want sweet and tender. I didn’t want to feel like I needed to be babied. I wanted Courtland. I wanted his body. I needed him to take me. I gripped the short hairs on his head and turned our kiss harder. He didn’t complain or falter. He went right with it.
“Courtland. I need you inside me. Now.”
With that, he paused.
“Fuck.”
“Yes, please.”
He laughed and shook his head against my chest. “Babe, I don’t have condoms. I wasn’t exactly expecting to take it this far. Well, outside of my imagination anyway. I’m sorry.”
No way. No way was he leaving me unsatisfied. I needed him to fuck me. I was already desperate for it. “I’m on birth control. I was tested the last time I went to my doctor. I’m clean, Courtland. I’ve always made the men I had wear condoms. Always. I’m dying here.”
“I’ve never been with a woman without one. I get tested after every time I have a woman. I’m clean, too. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want-
“Yes. It’s okay, Courtland. I want. Very much.”
He moved a hand between my legs and sifted his fingers to test my readiness. Even though he didn’t have a condom, I was probably gonna regret doing this later. I wanted him like I have never wanted anything before though, and kill me if I was going to stop this now.
I had to get on birth control for my horrendously heavy periods, and after a year of having the implant in my arm, my periods were light only lasting a few days. He didn’t need to know that, but any guy that wanted to have sex with me, if he didn’t have a condom, I kicked him to the curb. I trusted Courtland. Probably more than I should have.
But I was already at the point of no return. I wasn’t going to deny myself this. When I was a girl, any chick that had been on his arm, (not that they stayed there for long), always praised how good he was in bed. At the time, I hadn’t considered him more than a best friend, so their praise just made me squirm uncomfortably. I was ready to find out now.
“You’re so damn beautiful Adelaide.”
Courtland rubbed the wetness from my entrance and circled my clit. Yes. This is what I needed. I usually had such a hard time getting off without clitoral stimulation. I never complained, but sometimes I just ended up faking it, so it would be over.
Courtland was pressing down on my nub with circular motions and my inner muscles tightened at the pleasure. He spread my legs wide with his hands, and rubbed my arousal on my inner thighs and across the curls on my vagina. He finally (thank God), positioned himself and staring into my eyes with his burning emerald ones, he thrust all the way in to the hilt.
“Agh! Oh. God.” It didn’t really hurt, but damn, I was not expecting him to just-fuck-fill me all the way up in one hard thrust.
“Shit. You’re fucking tight.”
“Ha. Eh, it’s been a while.”
That seemed to catch him off guard. “How long is a while, exactly? Like weeks, months-
“Years. Almost two years.”
He was still inside me, the lengthy hardness flexing inside and I squeezed him tightly with my vaginal muscles.
He hissed out a ‘fuck yes’ and I told him, “Please, move already.
”
Laughing, he steadied himself on his elbows, and looked at me with that sexy smirk of his. “Dammit woman. I’ve never been bareback with a woman before and I swear, if I have to move a fucking centimeter, I’m gonna unload ever bit of my fucking cum in your pussy. Gimme a damn second. Your body feels absolutely perfect. Jesus. So tight around my dick. You waited almost two years and I for sure as hell ain’t gonna be an eight second ride. My dick thanks you though for waiting. Yes, that’s it. Squeeze my dick just like that. Fuck me. That’s amazing.”
I gave him a few more squeezes with my muscles and his hips bucked up against me. The barbell inside me hit that spot most women only read about in books. Hell, I should know. No one ever hit that spot on me, so I could believe that crap only happened in romance books. Guess I was wrong.
“Do that again. With your hips. Your barbell.”
He moved back a little, then swiveled his hips as he slammed home. That was all it took.
I saw white hot sparks flash against my closed eyelids and felt the warmth of my release as I came.
“Fucking hell. Soak my dick, baby. Fuck, your pussy is on fire. Damn, that feels perfect. Milk it baby. Lemma feel all your juice covering my dick. Are you ready for more?”
Nodding my head yes, he moved in earnest. His cock kept curving to hit my spot and each time, I felt something coming undone inside me. He pumped his hips into mine, a steady easy pace and he came down to crush his lips on mine. Taking each cry and whimper into his mouth. I could feel my body peaking again, I took deep breaths through my nose. I wanted this to last. That first orgasm didn’t take long and I really wanted him to take me over again. He wasn’t laying directly on top of me, but with each thrust, he pushed my body up, making my breasts sway and hit his chest, rubbing the hoops on my nipples on his and my eyes were crossing and rolling back in ecstasy.
His lips came off mine, “Come for me again, Adelaide. You’re pussy loves my cock. Taking me to the hilt and squeezing the life out of it. So good. I want to feel you come again. You know you can. Give me another one.”