by Eric Asher
“Did you like my fingers inside you? Did it feel good when I made you come with my hand?”
“Not as good as it’ll feel when it’s your dick.”
I lean into her forehead and laugh. This girl. Fuck, if she’s isn’t exactly who I’ve been looking for. “Damn, right. I’m going to fill your sweet pussy so full you’ll need my mouth on it to sooth the sting.”
“Is that a promise, Cowboy?” she asks, and pinches my ass.
Gripping her waste, I force her feet to take one step at a time. “You’re damn right it is,” I say, and then I'm on her, and our tongues try without success to reach exhaustion. She’s food for the soul and I have plans to satisfy my hunger. It feels as if it'll never be enough. Who the hell knows why? Why now? Why her? I’ve had my share of one-night stands, but this? This is different. Like a comforting touch I’ve felt before. That's nuts. I get it, but it doesn’t take away the feeling.
The unmistaken lust when I saw her the first time, the intense need to claim her . . . I thought about it for two days. I warred against it, told myself I could have any other woman. But the thought of anyone else left my dick limp. That’s never happened before. I tried to talk myself into one night, one time with Faith. Get her out of my system. Take her and walk away. Now I'm not so sure that's possible.
She’s been clear we're only tonight, but I’ve always enjoyed a challenge. Where there’s a will there’s a way, and I’m about to find mine.
Slamming her back into the door, I align our bodies. The only reason to tear our mouths apart is to look at her lids sinking into sexy, her lips bruised from mine. With deliberate concentration, I roll and press my dick into her. My aim is perfect. Her long moan assures me of that. Once more, I pull back and press in deep, and this time it’s my name, long and drawn out on a breath.
“Kyle”.
I smile. “Keys, Faith. Where are your keys?”
It takes her a moment to comprehend the question and another to reach into her bag, fumbling first to find them and then to slide it in the lock.
Out of sheer need, I take over and push us inside her flat. As we tumble in, I glance around. A small lamp lights the one room, a bed pushed against the farthest wall lying perpendicular to a long window. A small kitchen to my left holds an even smaller table for two. A loveseat and coffee table fill the space to my right. Good to know my options.
“Take off your clothes.” I stalk forward. I’ve been waiting for this moment for two days, or maybe my whole life.
I never believed she existed. Maybe I even thought I was immune to the feelings that are now weighing heavy in my head and quite possibly strangling my heart. Damn if I’ll let her get away without feeling the same way. Even if it takes all night, I’ll be sure when her eyes open she remembers where I’ve been, and what I’ve left with her. My mission is defined; my plan of action in place. Take charge and make it happen, Sommerton. Stake your claim.
“Now,” I growl when she hasn’t moved. Her eyes are cloudy with a hint of apprehension. I’ve left her alone for a minute and the fear that stalks her begins to creep in. Not on my watch. “Look at me, Angel.”
My shirt is the first thing to go. Her eyes roam somewhat feverishly over my chest and arms, following the line of my abs to the painful swelling at the front of my pants, her breath spiking, her nipples sharpening, her chest rising and falling while I rub myself. “Do you want this?” I ask.
Licking her lips and nodding, she breathes out, “Yes.”
“Then I’m going to give it to you, but I need you naked and wet. Can you do that for me, Angel?”
The hesitation in her golden browns clears, and a small smile lifts the side of her mouth. “I’m already half way there.”
Well, shit. “Show me all of you. I want to see everything before I take you against the wall, and on the table, and get you in my mouth.”
I keep rubbing my dick as the show starts with her shorts. Faith’s ass sways while she shimmies them down her lean legs, ass swinging when they’re slow to fall, leaving her in the smallest bikini bottoms I’ve ever see. A surprise tattoo, three words, is drawn out on her left hipbone. Before I can read it she turns around, shaking her ass while she looks over the side of her shoulder. I can’t take my eyes off of her; I’m literally glued to every move, and right now she’s untying the strings keeping her top in place. My dick lurches at what I can’t see but want in my hands, in my mouth, sucking and biting.
“Your back’s beautiful Angel, but I need to see all of you. Turn around.” I meant to be calm, yet the words are rough and probably desperate.
I may be on the verge of a Neanderthal throw-down, but she purrs like a kitten. “Patience, Cowboy, I’m getting to that part.”
I groan when she’s naked in front of me. She’s all woman. A long curve clearly separates her tits from her ass, which is round and tight. Long legs beg to wrap around my waist. Words become lost somewhere in my brain when she turns, arms crossed to shield herself from my prying eyes.
“You’re my kind of gorgeous,” I say, somehow stringing a sentence together.
Dropping her arms to her side, she stills for a minute while I take my fill, staring at her perfect tits. They’re a handful, heavy with dark tips reaching out for my mouth. Fuck. Me.
“My turn, Cowboy. Show me what you’ve been hiding all night,” she says, unashamed of her naked beauty. Taking a step forward, she stops inches from my chest.
FAITH
I’ve abandoned shame. Kyle’s eyes, the way he looks at me, the longing in the rough gravel of his voice are more than enough evidence of his desire. If that weren’t enough, every touch of his mouth to mine, and the roaming heat of his hands and fingers confirm it. Everything about his actions emboldens my own, and it’s liberating. For so long I’ve been immune to the carnal appreciation men have shown. From strangers to Derrick, any attention was wasted, never reciprocated—until Kyle.
When I first saw him sitting in the sand, staring out into the open ocean, my heart clenched. It was an unusual response for sure, because of the trauma suffered after James’s death and the desertion of my friends. I was left paralyzed from extending myself beyond casual acquaintance. Why a reaction to him at this moment in my life? Why should I care to figure it out?
Now, embracing the heat between us feels right. Letting myself go for one night surely can’t hurt. I’ve already felt the release of pleasure, and if his fingers are an indication of what his body will do to me, giving in to his demands is worth whatever risk exists.
I’m standing naked before him, and his eyes clearly state his intentions. With heavy lids, his clear gaze roves over every inch of my skin. It’s as if he’s memorizing the swell of my breast into the taut ridge of my nipple and the valley in between the rise of the other. His gaze travels down the smooth plain of my stomach, hesitating on my tattoo, and finally stopping on my bare sex. I’m ready to feel the warmth of his mouth all over me, tasting and biting.
“I’m waiting,” I whisper.
He smirks. “I said naked and wet. After a thorough inspection, I’ve verified naked, but I’ll need to complete a full systems check before proceeding.”
I laugh, playing in to his game. “Take your time. Quality assurance is important for customer satisfaction.”
Leaning in, I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing our chests flush together. His breath hitches when my nipples graze over him and then it’s game over. I’m crushed first into him and then against the wall.
His mouth lacks the self-control he’s shown throughout the rest of the night. He plunders, stealing my panted breath and drawing out whimpers at the same time as my knees weaken from the assault. Slowing only long enough to take my bottom lip between his teeth, he sinks in and then sucks the sting away. My whimper-turned-moan fills the room, and still I’m not embarrassed. I’m consumed with need. Wrenching my mouth from his, I gasp for air when he confirms I’ve met both of his expectations.
“Fucking fuck me, Faith.” His voice
is a rough patch against the silken slide of his fingers as two of them press into me.
“That's what I'm asking for,” I barely breathe out. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
His answering groan is driven into my breast as his mouth tightens over my nipple. He alternates between laving it with the tip his tongue and then biting it until I cry out. Pleasure floods to every nerve ending, and my clit throbs to the beat. I stretch my arms above my head and arch into his mouth, rounding my hips to meet him halfway. Kyle.
If he won’t give me what I want I’ll take it for myself. Reaching between us, I make quick work of his button fly. He doesn’t stop me, but he doesn’t help either, too intent on driving me crazy with his tongue and his hand. After a minute I manage to push both his jeans and boxers to the floor, his erection springing forward and bobbing with the weight of freedom. A natural inclination takes over and my hand gravitates to hold him, his pulse as heavy as mine. He groans when I squeeze the base and stroke his thick, long length. Taking extra care under and around the ridge, I apply pressure and pretend my hand is my mouth, before moving back down only to do it again and again.
“Fuck me, Faith.” He moans around my breast at the same time as his fingers drive inside of me and curl into the sweet spot.
“Oh, Kyle. That’s what I’ve been talking about. Fuck me, please.”
Lifting his head, our eyes connect, ice melting in the bright blue sky of a clear day. His breath pants in time to his fingers, tap, tap, tap. I can only whimper in response. My mouth opens without forming words.
“I want to take my time and savor every moan and the soft grip of your pussy while I bury myself in you. But I have no patience right now, Faith. It’s going to be fast and hard, and when we’re done here, we’ll do it again, nice and slow.”
Using his whole mouth, lips, tongue and teeth, he kisses me breathless and then rips away.
The air is cool against my skin when his heat disappears. Bending for a condom in his pocket, he slides it in place. And then he’s back, and I’m trapped between his body and the wall. I can’t speak. The only thing I know is that I ache for him—I need him to fill the void that’s hollowed me out for so long.
My hips rock to relay the message my mouth can’t. Kyle responds by sliding his erection back and forth and bumping into my clit, teasing me with the short burst of pleasure at each pass. I try to smile at the absolute concentration drawing his brow down and thinning his lips, but I’m losing myself in him rather quickly.
“What are you thinking?” I breathe out.
A moan vibrates in his chest and then his mouth hovers over mine, not kissing me, just waiting while he stares into my eyes. “Do you want to know everything?”
He grunts and closes he eyes at the next sweep of his dick along my length.
“Yes. Everything.”
“That you’re the first woman I think I’ll lose my mind to. I want to drown in you, so the morning will never come. I’m thinking about all of the things I want to do to you with my hands, my mouth, my body, and where I want you. I could go on forever. But this . . .” He presses against my entrance, opening my body to take him. “I want this to go on forever.”
Two things happen at once. I use his neck as leverage to hop up and wrap my legs around his waist, and his hand moves between us to hold his erection, pressing and ready to enter me. Dropping his head onto my shoulder, he watches as he pushes forward, slipping in an inch at a time—slowly, deep, and we pulse together. I grip his hair and mewl as he stretches me open, so full, so good. Relief at having him inside of me sends a shiver up my spine, and ripple wraps around him.
His mouth finds mine and we kiss, a deep, long, wet mimicry of his retreating and long sliding back in until there’s nowhere left to go. My God. An animalistic need takes over and I rake my nails down his back. I need him hard and fast; to hell with this slow rotation of his hips, once, twice, sinking deeper each time.
“Fuck me, Kyle.” I don’t know where the demand came from or who this woman is, but it’s the truth. Because I gave up on being embarrassed—I’m not holding back.
“God, yes.” His voice is muffled by my mouth as he crushes it.
And so it begins. He pulls out almost all the way only to slam back in, over and over. Starting a brutal pace, he pounds me against the wall and I have nowhere to go, no choice but to take him in. Each stroke is deeper than the last and I feel him everywhere. I’m balanced perfectly between pleasure and pain. When I’m full, he exacts a sweet piercing pleasure and then I fear his withdrawal, missing the stretch until he’s back again. It’s a beautiful give and take.
I lose myself, demanding what I need to end with what I want. I want the moment where the world disappears and I feel nothing, nothing but intense pleasure, and I’m willing to do anything to get there. A wild abandon takes over, and I bite his shoulder until his growl vibrates against my chest. I pull his hair and guide his mouth to where I want it—everywhere. Lips, neck, nipples, I say it out loud and with my body. I won’t let him be gentle. Fuck gentle. I force a roughness from him, or maybe he gives it freely—either way, we’re there together.
Stepping from the wall, he has me flat on the kitchen table, my legs moved from around his waist to up on his shoulders. He bites and sucks a path along my pulse as it races up my leg. From the inside ankle to mid-thigh, he bends over me only to level his eyes to mine. His erection slides into a new depth. My mouth falls open on a gasp that sticks in my throat, only to slip out in jagged whispers with each thrust. He watches, as if captured by something more beautiful than the first snowfall of the year, more enthralled than he’d be if the stars came to life and Cassiopeia paid him a visit. It’s as if I’m the only thing in the world special enough to warrant all of his attention. No one else—nothing else matters.
I draw him down to lick and bite his lips, to break the intensity passing between us, but he just keeps going, pushing me into feeling.
When his teeth drag from my chin to the swell of my breast, I hope for a lasting remnant of our time together. A mark I’ll touch and remember what we shared. “Harder. I want to feel you tomorrow.”
Dipping into the curve of my neck he bites a piercing sting and the sensation flashes everywhere. It transitions to electricity traveling along my now hypersensitive skin. Reaching the hazy cloud of my thoughts it translates to life. A sweet blow in my clit hits at the same time as he pushes in. For the first time in forever I feel alive and present, but that’s not what I need. Fear grips me in a tight hold. No, no, no. I need numb.
I pick up his rhythm to find the elusive place where memories are banished and pleasure reigns.
The solid grip of his fingers on my ass is all I need to focus and forget. “Take me there, Kyle.” Our mouths reunite, rough, working into a storm waiting to pass. I take and take some more, selfish in pursuit of what I've been missing for so long. We learn the deepest recesses and softest curves of each other’s bodies until the once soft flutter grows.
My body takes over and I start to come. Arching off the table, the sweet sting of his teeth on my breast pushes me past the edge of reason and I feel life everywhere, the pulse of it unraveling with absolute freedom. Clenching around him, I hang on through the tremors that threaten to break down two years of barriers. Kyle, Kyle, Kyle—I chant in my head or out loud. I don’t know which.
“Faith. Ah, Faith, I’m coming with you,” he grunts. Falling into me, he thrusts twice, the second deeper than the first and he’s there. I can feel it, oh, I can feel him swell, and then release inside of me.
I’m surrounded by Kyle; his weight pressing me into the table, the throb of his cock inside of me, and the rough gravel of his groan a rousing memory in my ear. I could get used to this. And that’s exactly what I’m afraid of.
KYLE
I may have begun this night with the intent to destroy her fears and make her come undone, but it’s completely fucking backfired. Never could I have imagined how soft and wet she’d be, a damn pe
rfect fit—so perfect I’ve come undone. Her soft whimpers send shivers along my heated skin and sink into my heart. There’s absolutely no way I can leave her, not her body or her life. I’ve not felt this level of intensity before having Faith.
She leaves me with an overwhelming desire to conquer, devour and claim. It’s a rather caveman-like perspective, but right now, with her, it makes a hell of a lot of sense. The thought of another man having her is enough to send me into a rage. This girl, this sweet, sexy, beautiful, sensitive girl is all I want to hold onto in this crazy-ass world.
Our bodies pulse together, the remnants of our shared climax slow to an end. It’s a reminder of how good we are together. I’ve buried my head in her neck, just as my dick is buried deep in her pussy. I stand with her wrapped around me, pressed and stuck together. Exertion and the revelation of my feelings have my heart racing ahead of me. It’s mimicking Faith’s, but I’m not so sure hers is out of control for the same reasons. Time will tell, yet it’s not on my side. I’m leaving in hours. There’s no way around that. My job has very little flexibility. I go wherever the boss does, at the mercy of her schedule. Sometimes we spend weeks at home, and others we fly around the country or out of it.
Reality intrudes as our breath and bodies calm. Her hands have stayed glued to me, one in my hair the other massaging my lower back. Everything she does feels good, and I feel everything: her legs gripping my waist, the heat of her pussy wrapped around me, still wet and tight, the swell of her tits pressed into my chest, and her breath heating the already hot skin along my ear and neck. And sometimes, sometimes she bites me and licks the light sting away, just like she’s doing right now. Fuck me, again and again.
“You keep doing that, Angel, and I’m going to take you, right here, right now.” My cock twitches in confirmation. Her giggle confirms she felt it.