by Bonnie Dee
His hands slipped under Kelly’s ass and he carried her to a Formica table littered with ashtrays. Kicking a chair out of the way, he deposited her on the table, removed her tall, black high heels and jerked her tight pants the rest of the way down her legs then cast them on the floor. He caressed his hands from her feet all the way up her smooth, long legs. The long, leather fringe of the halter top lay in strips over her belly and hung partway down her pelvis, parting like a curtain around her neatly trimmed bush.
Ren positioned positioning himself between her thighs and dragged her ass right up to the edge of the table. He struggled to find a good angle of penetration in his awkward, half-clothed state.
“Goddamn, motherfucker,” he cursed as he realized he still needed a condom. Kicking off his shoes, he stripped out of his jeans and delved in the pocket until he found his wallet and the fresh condom he’d placed there.
Standing between her legs again, he settled Kelly on his penis and pushed into her hot channel without pause.
She gasped as he entered her and clamped her legs around his waist. She clung to him tightly, moaning encouragement and broken little phrases, “Yeah--oh god--right there. Harder.”
Ren obliged, using little finesse as he rammed into her over and over, rutting like an animal and loving every second of it. Her body encompassing his length was so hot, tight and yielding.
Kelly’s eyes closed and her mouth opened in ecstasy. Her hair tumbled loose from its clips and straggled around her face. She looked wanton and totally hot with the halter-top still fastened underneath her breasts. Her pretty white tits and pale pink nipples bobbed against the black leather top under the onslaught of Ren’s thrusts.
The frantic pace of their fucking and the seedy milieu of the back room made for a heady combination. The idea of a quickie grabbed between sets in a near public place was exciting. Soon Ren felt his balls tighten and his dick expand and he was thrusting his way to orgasm, legs trembling so that he could hardly stand. “Aw, fuck!” he called as he came, pulsing with wave after wave of ecstasy.
Kelly reached her moment almost simultaneously. She cried out and arched against him, almost knocking him backward away from the table.
He braced his legs, regaining his footing. The injured leg hurt like a bitch but he wasn’t complaining. In fact, he had a crazy desire to laugh. The picture they would present to anyone walking in was ludicrous. At the same time a wild, surge of joy coursed through him at the fact that Kelly had finally chosen to give him a chance.
Ren collapsed against her, bracing his arms on the table on either side of her and resting his head against her breast.
Kelly wrapped her arms around his sweating back and held him to her.
As he fought his ragged breathing under control, he looked up into her eyes and grinned. “So--that was cool, a quickie from a groupie. Will you be staying for the next set?”
“I’ll be here all night,” she assured him.
“Good.” Ren kissed her once more then bent to pick up their scattered clothes. He helped Kelly back into the skintight leather pants.
“Thanks.” She fastened the pants then stood facing him. Her voice was soft as she said, “Thanks for everything. It’s not easy for me to trust people or let them in but I … I trust you.”
Ren’s heart swelled and he vowed to never let her feel she had misplaced her confidence.
***
A star spangled, black velvet sky arched overhead. Kelly snuggled next to Ren’s warm body under the lap robe and squeezed his thigh beneath her hand. She listened to the steady clip-clop of the horse’s hooves on the asphalt and the occasional soft jingle of harness bells when the animal shook its head. The trees in the park were etched black against a fresh blanket of snow that had fallen earlier that day.
“Hey, happy birthday,” Ren whispered against her hair then kissed the side of her head. “Here.” He handed her a small square box.
Kelly’s heart sped up. “What’s this? You’ve already done enough. The restaurant, the carriage ride—this night has been perfect.” Reluctantly she took the suspicious box. They had only been dating for a week and a half, but Ren was crazy. This might actually be an engagement ring.
“Open it,” he urged.
She quickly unwrapped the little white box and lifted the lid. Inside was a pink nest of tissue paper. She pushed it aside to reveal an oval purple stone in a silver setting on a slender chain. She breathed a sigh of relief.
“Amethyst. Your birthstone,” he explained then quoted, “Brings faithfulness in love and bestows the gift of prescience. What the fuck’s prescience?”
Kelly laughed. “Foresight. It’s like precognition.”
“Oh.”
“I love it. It’s beautiful.” She lifted the necklace from the box and dangled it from one hand. The light from a passing street lamp sparkled on the facets. “Thank you.” She turned to kiss Ren.
He cupped the side of her face and kissed her until she was breathless.
“Here. Help me put it on.” She turned her back to him and held up her hair. She felt his cold fingers fumbling against her neck as he fastened the clasp. She settled back into the warm curve of his arm once more and turned her face toward his chest to protect it from the stiff breeze that was making her cheeks numb.
Ren laughed. “Damn, it’s freezing out here. Want me to ask the guy to cut the ride short?”
She shook her head. “No.” She delved her cold hands up under his thick sweater, sliding them over his smooth skin.
His belly jerked sharply at her icy touch. “Hey! Cut it out.”
“You big baby.”
“Oh yeah? Well, how about this?” He unbuttoned her coat then plunged a freezing hand inside and into the waistband of her pants. It was like ice sliding along her pussy.
She let out a small cry of surprise and glanced at the driver’s back. “Stop it!”
“You really want me to stop?” he whispered, dipping his finger down into her slit then pulling the slick juices up and rotating his finger over her clit. He rubbed the sensitive bud until Kelly squirmed beneath his touch.
She suppressed a moan, but her breath caught in her throat. “Oh!”
Ren covered her open mouth with his again, plunging his tongue inside to tangle with hers and stealing her breath once more.
God, he was such a good kisser, Kelly thought, running her hand through his hair and wrapping her cold fingers around the back of his hot neck.
They made out and petted as the carriage made a circuit through the park. When the driver pulled over and stopped, they were so intent on each other that he had to clear his throat to get their attention.
“Sorry,” Ren said, pulling away from Kelly. He drew his wallet out of his pocket and paid the man. He got out of the carriage and held up his hand to help Kelly down.
Kelly descended, feeling like a princess arriving at the ball. Her lips were bruised from all the kissing, her nipples ached and her sex throbbed with desire for him. She smiled up at the stone-faced cab driver. “Thanks.”
Back at their apartment building, Ren left her at her door with a quick peck on the cheek. “Come over in five. I’ve got to get something ready.”
“What? More? God, you’re so spoiling me.”
“Just a little thing. No big deal.” He winked and turned to go to his own apartment, but stopped in the doorway. “Oh, and it’s a pajama party so wear lingerie. Preferably crotchless.” He grinned and went inside.
Kelly smiled and went to get changed. In her apartment she leaned against the door for a moment just processing the entire evening. Ren was so full of energy and unexpected surprises. She never knew what he might plan next. He really kept her on her toes. And, while it was fun, it was also kind of exhausting.
She pushed off the door and went to follow his directive, laughing as she surveyed her pajama drawer. Ren knew she didn’t have any silky, sexy stuff. He’d seen her in all her flannel-clad glory and seemed to love to strip it off her just
fine. That’s what she loved most about him. He was unpretentious and real and when he teased, he didn’t mean anything by it.
She frowned, picked up a limp pair of blue plaid pj bottoms and regarded them. Or did he? Maybe he would like to see her in something more revealing than shapeless granny nightgowns or sloppy T-shirts and pants. A sudden idea struck her and she chuckled. She went to get a pair of scissors.
***
Ren’s last surprise of the evening turned out to be a romantic floor picnic in front of the fireplace in his living room. The gas flames blazed around the faux log. A soft quilt was laid out on the floor and a bottle of champagne chilled in a bucket nearby. Two empty flutes waited on the hearth and a bowl of fresh strawberries sat beside them. The lights were low and soft music played on the stereo. It was the perfect seduction scene.
Kelly was touched and impressed. “This is so sweet. Thank you.”
Ren took her arm and led her toward the fireplace. “Nice jammies, by the way. Very sexy.” He brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck.
Kelly clamped her cheek to her shoulder and squirmed at the tickling touch of his lips nuzzling her neck.
Ren pulled the spaghetti strap of her white tank top down her shoulder and kissed her there. He stood behind her, sliding his hands up under the front of her shirt, cupping them around her breasts.
Kelly leaned back against his hard, naked chest, let her eyes drift closed and enjoyed the sensations he roused. Her nipples ached as he rolled and tugged them and her sex instantly responded to the stimulation, swelling and tensing with desire. “Mm,” she murmured, gazing at the fire through half lidded eyes.
“Like it?” he whispered back.
“Feel how much,” she answered, holding her breath to keep from giggling as she guided his hand between her flannel-clad legs.
Ren laughter reverberated through his chest when his hand encountered her wet pussy through the hole she had cut in the pajama pants. “Nice.”
“You asked for crotchless. You got ‘em.” She grinned at her little joke then gasped and caught her breath as Ren began fondling her labia, his finger exploring the slippery folds until it reached her clit.
He brushed the pearl lightly, making her twitch, then circled a little harder until she arched into his hand. He was a master player of her body. He knew exactly where to touch and how much and for how long. The way Ren could move her to orgasm with a few deft strokes of his fingers was a marvel.
Kelly stretched her back, leaning into his body and thrusting her pelvis forward. She was happy to be his instrument and let him play. But after a few minutes, when she was writhing against him, Ren stopped and scooped her up in his arms.
He knelt on the floor and deposited her on the quilt in front of the crackling fire. He lay beside her, clad only in his boxer briefs. His head was propped on his hand and he looked down at her, fingering the glittering amethyst around her neck. “Glad I moved in here, neighbor.”
“Me too.” She reached up to cup his neck and pulled him down to her for a kiss.
He nuzzled at her lips, bestowing light, nibbling kisses that drove her crazy then deepening them until her mouth felt assaulted by his strength and masculinity. For a laid-back guy, Ren could deliver a kiss that possessed.
Kelly was dizzy by the time he pulled away, her eyes unfocussed and her senses overloaded with arousal. She lifted her arms obediently so Ren could pull her tank top off. Even though the room was warm, her nipples beaded as air brushed across them.
Ren kissed his way down her throat and chest to her breasts. He stroked one while he took the other in his mouth, licking and sucking the hard nipple.
She moaned and arched her back, offering herself to him. Desire raged through her. She laced her fingers through his thick hair and held his head, an intense proprietary feeling rising in her. He was hers, no one else’s. She wanted to keep him forever.
He moved his mouth to the other breast, drawing it into his mouth with hard sucks then releasing it with a pop. He kissed around the aureole and the ticklish underside of her breast then began to move down her stomach toward her sex, licking a hot trail.
Ren was always ready to go down on her. He was extremely attentive to her clit, which Kelly greatly appreciated, but tonight she wanted him inside her without the foreplay. She brushed a hand over his shoulder. “No. Come up here. I want you in me now.”
“Yeah?”
“Right now,” she affirmed.
“’Kay.” He moved back up her body until he was suspended over her, looking down into her eyes. The orange firelight danced off his satiny skin and made his eyes glitter with blue lights. He leaned down to kiss her once more then rolled off her to removed his underwear and retrieve a condom.
Kelly waited impatiently while he sheathed himself then knelt above her.
Ren grabbed the cut she had made on the crotch seam of her pajama bottoms and tore it wide open, revealing her pussy. He stroked her mound as if he were petting a favorite cat then gently nudged her legs apart, separated her folds with his fingers and just gazed at her.
Kelly had learned that Ren loved looking at her sex and had schooled herself not to be self-conscious about it anymore. She breathed in and out slowly, anticipation building in her as his gleaming eyes beheld her and his casually stroking fingers aroused her.
Finally he looked up at her with an almost sheepish grin. “So, damn beautiful,” he growled and descended to kiss her once more. He reached down between them and adjusted himself so that his cock was probing her entrance. With a slow, steady thrust, he pushed inside.
Kelly sucked in her breath and clenched her muscles hard around him, making herself as tight as possible. She felt deeply satisfied, filled to the core of her being.
“Damn!” he groaned, sliding into her moist channel. He seated his cock deep inside her with a grunt then pulled almost all the way out before ramming home once more.
Kelly’s back slid on the soft, worn material of the quilt. She gripped Ren’s shoulders hard and dug her heels into the floor.
He drew out and thrust into her once more, pushing her a little farther. His pace was slow and easy at first, but as his desire grew he moved faster and faster, driving her into the ground.
She arched her hips, accepting his cock again and again, reveling in the passion and need he displayed.
“Jesus, you feel so good,” he moaned. His groin bucked against her, brushing her clit, and he reached that spot deep inside her that made her gasp.
Kelly felt tension building from that erogenous zone, coiling around and tightening inside her like a spring ready to burst.
Ren was beyond speech now, pumping hard into her and panting in time with his thrusts. He was sweating from the heat of the little fire beside them and from the big fire inside. His shoulders became slippery underneath her hands. Then suddenly he let out a protracted groan and bucked against her once more before freezing.
She felt the steady pulse of his cock throbbing inside her body. She hadn’t been quite ready to come but his surrender to ecstasy was exhilarating enough to put her over the edge too. Kelly arched up against him a few more times then released that knot of tension in her core. The spring expanded and flew through her nervous system like a slinky gone wild. She cried out, digging her nails into Ren’s shoulder and clinging tight. She let out a long, shaky sigh of relief and contentment.
After a few moments, Ren rolled off to lie beside her on the rumpled quilt.
Kelly turned her head and looked into the fire and at the untouched bowl of strawberries glowing red and juicy on the hearth. “Thank you. This has been the best birthday ever.” To her surprise her voice came out thick with emotion. She was shocked to find herself suddenly on the verge of tears. She rarely cried.
Ren turned to his side and leaned over her, stroking her hair back from her face. “Okay?” His voice was concerned.
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her bottom lip was trembling. Yes. Really okay. Better than I’v
e ever been in my life.
“All right then.” The concern in his voice was replaced by the customary glimmer of laughter, always bubbling just under the surface of his words. He kissed her shoulder. “Ready for some champagne and strawberries?”
“Yeah.” Her voice came out small and whimpery. It was embarrassing. She sat up.
Ren poured them each a glass of champagne and selected a strawberry which he fed her before handing her one of the glasses.
“To an exciting year, full of surprises,” he toasted.
Kelly smiled and raised her glass to brush it against his with a quiet clink. To comfort and stability and a steady paycheck, she added mentally.
***
Five months later …
Kelly woke to the sun in her eyes and a heavy arm draped over her body. She yawned and stretched languorously and the arm slid from across her breasts to her belly. She glanced over at Ren and smiled fondly. He was such a heavy sleeper.
She slid out from under his arm without worrying about waking him. She knew by now that it was almost impossible.
He would sleep like the dead until just before he was due in the studio and then magically wake without benefit of an alarm clock, bright-eyed and alert. He would shower and eat and make it to work with minutes to spare. Ren loved his new gig, studio musician, which didn’t require any travel or live performance and allowed him to hone his guitar skills to perfection.
After showering and dressing, she put on a light jacket and walked to the deli around the corner to pick up bagels, coffee and a newspaper. It was a beautiful June morning, the air clear and the breeze balmy.
Kelly looked at the newspaper while she waited for her coffee order. She couldn’t resist flipping to the horoscope page. It had become her secret addiction. She looked at the prediction for Aquarius.
“If there’s a project you’ve put off or relationship you’ve postponed for fear of becoming too involved, now is the time to invest yourself. Commitment is crucial to your overall success and well-being. Take that chance today.”
Kelly read it again then closed the paper. Damn the stars. It looked like she couldn’t side-step Ren’s proposal any longer. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the tiny box she’d been carrying around for almost two weeks and flipped it open. The diamond caught the ambient light and made random sparkles on the walls of the deli.