"True." There was a long pause. Get a little bit shameless, you say? My heart pounded. Did I dare? Then I looked him in the eye and the words were out before I could think twice. "So what if I said I wanted you?"
Five
Darren took in a sharp breath, but held my gaze.
My words hung in the air between us. No taking it back now. I held my breath, waiting for him to respond.
Finally, he said, "I'd say it's cruel to tease."
I swallowed. My heart thundered in my chest. "And what if I said I wasn't teasing?"
He didn't speak for a moment. I wondered if I'd gone too far, if I'd crossed a line. He wanted me to be brazen, to ask for what I wanted, but had I gone too far?
I avoided his eyes. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have, I’m—”
The sound of the barstool moving on the linoleum floor silenced me. I knew he had risen, but I couldn’t look at him. I thought he was going to pick up his coat and head for the door, that I'd just done irreparable damage to our friendship, that—
He came towards me. I resisted the urge to back away from him, from the sheer weight of his presence closing in on me. His hand came to rest on my hip, the unfamiliar contact taking my breath away. I looked up at him then, unable to breathe as I met his piercing blue eyes. He wetted his lips.
“You’re serious?” he whispered.
I nodded.
"Are you sure?" The words came out as a low growl.
I pretended I was calm and collected, that I wasn't more nervous than I'd ever been in my life. "Yes."
His hand slid around my waist and his other went to my face. "Good."
He didn't pull me to him. Instead, he came to me, pressing his lips to mine in the same instant that his entire body came in contact with mine. He rested his hand on the small of my back, running his other through my hair as his tongue gently parted my lips.
Darren’s kiss took my breath away. He didn’t try to ram his tongue as far down my throat as he could like other men often did. Instead, he let his intertwine with mine, gently, politely even, as if the object was to feel and taste me instead of gag me. His lips were insistent against mine, but not demanding.
And it wasn’t just his mouth: His fingers ran through my hair while the hand on the small of my back pressed into my flesh, pulling me closer to him. His kiss was truly a full body experience.
I lost track of time as we stood there in each other's arms, kissing like nothing else in the world mattered. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. We were silent, just looking at each other, holding each other.
He ran his tongue across his lips, as if trying to catch every last lingering taste of my kiss.
“So, is my kiss telling you anything?”
I shivered. “Yes.”
His hand went from my hair to the side of my neck, his fingertips feather light against my skin. “And what is it telling you?”
“That I should kiss you again.”
“Funny,” he whispered, drawing me closer. “Yours was telling me the same thing.” And time again stood still as his lips gently embraced mine. He drew my tongue into his mouth and let his own slide past mine, all the while trailing his fingertips around the back of my neck and into my hair.
After an eternity, he broke the kiss, but his lips were still almost close enough to taste. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing. The entire English language was suddenly lost on me. If I’d ever had difficulty telling a man what I wanted, it was a Herculean task now. Each breath he took whispered across my skin and kept me speechless.
“Whatever you want,” he said. “Say the word.”
But I couldn’t speak. Instead, I gently freed myself from his embrace, took his hand, and led him into the bedroom. As soon as we were through the door, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His hands slid under my shirt and I gasped as his fingers touched my skin; for as intimate as our friendship was, it had never been physically intimate, and crossing this line with him was surreal.
He lifted my blouse over my head and let it fall to the floor as he bent to kiss my neck. The soft warmth of his lips was exquisite, brushing against my skin here, lingering there, finding all the secret sensitive places on my neck and shoulders that I never knew existed. My knees weakened and I held onto him for balance.
He put his hand on the small of my back and pulled me against him. He was rock hard and, from what I could feel, definitely not lacking in size. I moaned softly just before he kissed my mouth.
I wanted to feel his skin, his body. This contact was overwhelming, but still I wanted his entire body against me. I tugged at his shirt. With a quick motion, he pulled it off and dropped it before he pulled me into another long, hungry kiss. The heat of his skin sent a shiver down my spine. I grasped his bare shoulders, his arms, his narrow waist, anywhere I could put my hands. I wanted to touch him everywhere. I wanted to taste him everywhere.
Stepping back, he reached for his belt. I didn't need any further hinting and quickly got out of my own remaining clothes, my eyes never leaving his body as he undressed. I'd always known he had an attractive body, but I didn't know about the six-pack lurking underneath his shirt. It was almost an eight-pack from the looks of it. I don't think the man had an ounce of fat on him; he was nothing but lean muscle. Fit, sculpted, toned, gorgeous lean muscle.
And his cock. Holy hell, my first impression was certainly accurate: He was not lacking in any way.
He put his hands on my waist and kissed me as he guided me towards the bed. He touched my face and looked into my eyes. “So you say no man has ever been worth a damn going down on you?”
The thought of his mouth on my pussy made my head spin. “Never.”
He grinned. “I think it’s time to remedy that,” he said as he lowered me onto the bed. Gently pushing my knees apart, he knelt in front of me. His lips touched the inside of my knee, raising gooseflesh all over my body as he kissed his way up my thigh.
My head was spinning by the time he reached the top of my thigh, and I realized I’d forgotten to breathe at all. I exhaled and an instant later, gasped as the warmth of his mouth touched my pussy.
His tongue explored my pussy the same way it did my mouth: Gently, slowly, tasting me. Savoring me. He closed his lips around my clit, softly running his tongue over it a few times before circling it. My fingers clawed at the sheets and my entire body seized.
His mouth broke contact just long enough for him to say, “My God, you taste like heaven.”
I moaned as he continued devouring me and he released a growl, his voice vibrating against my clit. I gasped and closed my eyes. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, his fingertips gently teased me, then slipped inside.
“Holy…shit…” I breathed.
He looked up at me and grinned, his fingers sliding slowly in and out of my pussy. “And did I hear you say no man has ever found your G-spot?”
I could barely breathe. Even in my delirious, intoxicated state, I could read between the lines. I whispered, “Never.” And I knew full well that he was about to change that. I shivered.
“Pity,” he whispered, kissing my thigh gently before descending onto my clit again. He overwhelmed me, he made everything in the world revolve around what he was doing with his fingers and tongue. I couldn’t believe that it was possible for anything to feel so incredible. I couldn’t help the long moan that escaped my lips, and I was far too aroused to even think of being embarrassed, especially as he crooked his fingers and –
“Oh my God!” I cried, gripping the sheets and arching my back.
He laughed. “Found it,” he murmured, then circled my clit with his tongue again.
I’d had orgasms before. I knew what the icy-hot lightning bolts and rippling shudders felt like. But I’d never
felt anything like this.
My breath—and a cry that I’m sure would have been heard for miles around—lodged in my throat. Every muscle in my body tremb
led and I gripped the sheets for dear life as he pushed me higher and higher, as oblivion took over, and I saw white as I surrendered to an orgasm beyond anything I’d ever imagined.
When it became too much, I begged him to stop and Darren released my clit, but he didn’t withdraw his fingers yet. He came up and kissed me, his tongue sweet with the taste of my pussy. I tried to speak, but he moved his fingers inside me, taking my breath away.
“Cat got your tongue?” he said, kissing me gently.
Again I tried to speak, and again he distracted me. Finally, I bit my lip and gripped his shoulders. “Fuck me, now.”
He laughed, withdrawing his fingers slowly. Then he paused, his brow furrowing for a second. “Fuck,” he said. “I don’t have any condoms with me.”
I swallowed, trying to think in spite of my orgasm-induced fog. “Dresser,” I said. “Top drawer.”
He smiled. “Thank God,” he said. “I’d hate to have to put this off to make a run to the drugstore.” He kissed me gently and went to the dresser. I would have gotten them myself, but my legs were shaking too badly to stand, let alone walk.
He took one condom out of the box and tossed the rest onto my nightstand. He grinned. “Just in case we need more than one.” I blinked. He glanced at me as he put the condom on. A look of surprise crossed his face, then he rolled his eyes, “Christ, don’t tell me you’ve never been with a man who can go more than once.”
I laughed and nodded.
He got back into bed with me and kissed me as I wrapped my legs around him. “I can’t imagine how any man could only come once with you,” he growled. “With as turned on as I am right now, you’re not going to be sleeping tonight.” He didn’t give me a chance to process that particular promise before he thrust inside me. We both gasped. He closed his eyes and exhaled against my neck.
“Like that?” he whispered.
“I love it,” I said.
I clung to his shoulders, trying to remember how to breathe as my pussy yielded to him. He took long, slow strokes, and my head spun. The aftershocks of my orgasm still pulsed within me, and each thrust ignited more and more. How long he fucked me like that, I couldn’t say, and I didn’t care. I just didn’t want to him to stop.
He kissed me. “Why don’t you get on top?”
I nodded, not mentioning that I’d only been on top a handful of times. He pulled out slowly and we switched positions.
It took a moment to get accustomed to riding him. I rested most of my weight on my arms, moving my hips as steadily and rhythmically as I could. I avoided his eyes at first, terrified that I was revealing my inexperience, but a soft hiss of breath drew my attention to his face. His eyes were closed, his lips parted. He put his hands on my hips, raising himself to meet me each time I came down.
“God, that’s good.” He looked at me, his eyes half-closed.
My arms shook as I tried to keep my balance.
“Lean back, so you’re sitting up.”
I did, grateful for the relief for my arms. He closed his eyes again. “Fuck, you feel perfect.” He released a soft groan, then looked at me, his lip curling into a grin. “Enjoying yourself?”
I moaned softly and nodded. He tightened his grasp on my hips and thrust upward, knocking the breath out of me.
“You look absolutely amazing from this angle,” he said through his teeth. “And something tells me you’d look even more amazing in the throes of an orgasm.” One hand let go of my hip for a second, and he licked the tip of his thumb. I eyed him, puzzled, as his hand returned to my hip and he gave me a dirty grin just as his thumb gently circled my clit.
“Oh my God,” I said, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back. I could barely concentrate on any kind of rhythm anymore, but he didn’t seem to mind. He kept raising his hips to meet mine, moving in time with the gentle circles his thumb drew on my clit. My pussy tightened and I whimpered as he drove me closer to yet another climax.
“That’s perfect,” he groaned. “Come with my cock inside you. I want to feel you come.”
I moaned and leaned back a little more, giving him better access to my clit, which he didn’t hesitate to take advantage of. I rocked against him, pushing my clit against his thumb and at the same time, driving his cock deeper inside me.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed, the tautness in his voice echoing the intensity building in me. “Fuck, yes…”
All at once, a powerful orgasm exploded inside me. I lost my balance and fell forward, but he held me steady as he rammed his cock into me from below, sending me into orbit and beyond as his body rubbed my clit and his cock hit my G-spot.
I didn’t even have a chance to come back to Earth before Darren grabbed me and threw me on my back. He fucked me hard and fast, pounding me right through the aftershocks of my orgasm. I lost all sense of time and place. Nothing existed beyond his flesh and mine, nothing mattered except the explosive sensations he unleashed within me.
Darren’s breath caught. His brow furrowed and he exhaled through clenched teeth, his biceps and shoulders rippling, the cords in his neck standing out as he fucked me harder and harder. Just as he looked like he was on the edge, I tightened my pussy around his cock and rocked my hips back.
His eyes flew open and he gasped. “Oh Jesus…” I did it again, then again, until he slammed his cock all the way inside me and groaned.
He was still for a moment, his eyes closed and his body trembling against mine. Finally, he looked up. He rested his weight on one elbow and touched my face gently. “I told you sex wasn’t overrated,” he said.
I laughed. “Evidently I just haven’t been with the right men.”
Six
We both rolled onto our sides, facing each other. Neither of us spoke for a while.
In spite of the delirious afterglow of an amazing fuck, a knot wound in my gut. Though I had wanted Darren for a long time, I hadn’t thought this far ahead. I wasn’t quite sure where to go from here. The sex was better than I could have imagined, but what about our friendship?
Darren’s voice startled me. “What’s on your mind?”
I pursed my lips. “I’m just trying to figure out…” I trailed off.
“Where we go from here?”
I blinked. “Yeah, actually.”
He smiled and touched my face gently. “I figured.” Then his smile fell. “I was thinking about the same thing.”
“So,” I said. “Where do we go from here?”
“Well,” he said, pursing his lips. “I don’t want to change our friendship.”
“Isn’t it a bit late for that?”
“Not necessarily.” He ran a hand through my hair. “Yeah, we’ve moved into some uncharted territory, but it’s still just you and me.”
“This could,” I paused. “Complicate things.”
“It doesn’t have to. There’s nothing that says we have to get emotionally involved just because we’re physically involved now.” He smiled. “We’ve got a really great friendship, and I don’t want to lose that or change it. But,” his smile turned to a filthy grin. “I have to admit I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”
I laughed. “I certainly wouldn’t object to that.” I chewed my lip. “But I can’t say I’ve ever done anything like this before.”
He thought for a moment, then said, “I have an idea.”
“Okay, shoot.”
“Neither of us wants this to become anything serious, right?”
“Right.”
“And you want to learn to come out of your shell, sexually, right?”
I nodded.
He ran his fingers through my hair. “Why don’t we keep it casual, then? Still friends, just like always, but I’ll help you come out of your shell.”
I raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re going to teach me how to have sex?”
He laughed. “No. You obviously know how to have sex. Quite well, I might add.” He kissed me gently. “I’m going to teach you how to enjoy sex.”
“Obviously I do enjoy i
t. I’m still tingling from everything you did to me.”
He grinned and kissed me again. “But I can help you learn to get what you want from other guys.” He shrugged. “We’re both free to fuck other people. No strings, no commitment, just friends with benefits.”
I considered his words for a moment, furrowing my brow and chewing my lip. “So, what happens if one of us does get serious with someone else?” I paused. “Or if John and I decide to give our marriage another shot?”
“Then we kick the ‘benefits’ part and stay friends.”
“It’s that simple?”
“Why not?” he said. “It’s just sex, Marisa. I know people get hung up on sex and love, as if the two are completely inseparable, but they’re not.” He trailed his fingers up and down my arm. “And if either of us decides we aren’t comfortable with it anymore, it stops. As long as we are honest with each other, there’s no reason we can’t have a physical relationship and a friendship.”
“I hadn’t thought of it like that.”
“Most people don’t.” He cocked his head. “Do you have any objection to sleeping with me, knowing that I may be
sleeping with other women?”
I thought about it for a moment. “No, I don’t.”
“And I don’t have any issue with you doing the same.”
“You don’t mind me sleeping with other women?”
He grinned. “Absolutely not. In fact, I’d encourage that.”
“Pervert.”
He laughed. “And to think, before today, you thought I was a decent, respectable member of society.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh please. I’ve never thought that about you.”
“Well good,” he said with a smirk. “Then your expectations of me are completely realistic.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“That shouldn’t surprise you.”
“It doesn’t.”
He slid an arm around my waist and pulled himself closer to me. “Would it surprise you if I told you I wanted to fuck you again?”
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