With Her Completely

by West, Megan

  He had a feeling it was a trick question. He readied himself. This had to be the perfect answer to her question. “I deserve whatever you deem me worthy of, Mistress.”

  Courtney laughed mockingly and crouched down to line up with his face. He wasn’t sure what to make of the expression in her eyes. She stared at him for a minute before leaning in and finally kissing him. At first, she brushed her soft lips gently against his. But immediately after she pulled him into a rough passionate kiss.

  He fell into it right away, savoring the taste of her mouth and the way she handled him. She moaned into the kiss as one of her hands ran down his side, coming at rest over his hip. She kissed him forcefully, then he felt her small hand close around the base of his cock.

  Mark broke the kiss with a loud moan, his brain unable to process the touch of her hand on his throbbing shaft. She smirked and started to pump his cock at a painstakingly slow speed, driving him crazy all the while finally pleasuring him. He knew she wouldn’t give him relief so easily, but his mind was spinning from the contact.

  The second she pulled her hand away, he let out a whine. She raised her eyebrow at him and Mark immediately bowed his head in apology.

  “On the bed,” she ordered. He climbed on and laid down on his back, ready for her to climb over him.

  When she did, his eyes shot open in a mixture of happiness and disbelief. She straddled him and grabbed the base of his cock to position it at her wet pussy. He groaned just from the feel of her wet heat against the head of his cock. Even that felt completely amazing. Then she eased her hips down and his full length plunged inside of her. He moaned so loudly it covered up her own pleasured whimper. The wet warmth swallowing his aching cock was mind-blowing. Courtney rocked her hips up and down until she set into a nice rhythm, her moans getting louder along with his. He knew he wouldn’t last long, not after how much horny excitement he had pent up inside of him.

  Courtney reached down and started messaging her clit, the movement of her hips speeding up as she gasped and moaned with her eyes closed. She brought herself to a second orgasm rather quickly and the clenching of her pelvic muscles around his cock was more than he could handle.

  In an instant Mark felt cum shoot out of his cock. His entire body felt like it was on fire. The climax coursing through him was unbelievably intense, so much so that it made his head spin. He was still on the high from the orgasm that he didn’t even feel when she climbed off of him and snuggled up beside him.

  Chapter Six

  It was about an hour later when Mark woke up from a nap. He had passed out right after the intense orgasm he had experienced with his loving mistress. Courtney had snuggled up beside him and hugged him, showering him with tender little kisses on his cheek and shoulder.

  She had held him tight in a reassuring manner, helping his body relax and drift off into a short slumber. He looked at her, eyes still shut as she slept. She looked peaceful and beautiful. He leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the forehead, accidentally rousing her awake. She stirred and rubbed her eyes before focusing her gaze on his and smiling.

  “That was really something,” Mark muttered against her skin before pressing his lips to her forehead. This time, he let them linger there for a few seconds more before pulling back to make eye contact again. She made a little mmm sound that simultaneously made something in his stomach stir and his heart race for a few seconds. Her fingertips were caressing his chest in the shape of little circles.

  “Thank you,” he finally whispered.

  “Why are you thanking me?” She looked up at him, head tilted slightly, with mild confusion written across her face.

  That warmed him even more. It was as if everything she had done for him, taking his feelings and needs into consideration, was something natural. It was something she wanted to do and not some kind of chore or favor to be thanked for. It made his chest tighten.

  “For being amazing to me. For being amazing in general,” he choked out earnestly.

  Courtney smiled. She reached up and caressed the side of his face, her eyes twinkling in a way he wasn’t sure he had ever witnessed before that moment. She smiled so softly and sweetly he saw her face in a completely different light. Then he felt his chest tighten in a different way, in a way he had not experienced in years.

  That was the moment he realized Courtney was much more than he had thought and he was much more to her as well. He had never considered her as just a woman he was having an affair with, but he had never thought or felt something like love either. But, in that moment, he did.

  And he sensed she did too.

  “You’re amazing too,” she whispered. She pressed her lips to his chest and closed her eyes. Her warm breath fell softly on his skin. “You really should know you deserve to be treated well. You deserve love and respect.”

  “I deserve everything my wife isn’t giving me?”

  Courtney pulled back and looked at him. He could tell she felt that way but didn’t want to say it out loud. It was his thing to say. It was his thing to believe.

  And, finally, in that moment he decided it was worth the legal battle. His marriage was long over and it was time to close the door on that chapter of his life.

  It was time to be with Courtney and be with her completely.

  The End

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  The apartment next door had stood empty for what seemed like months and Elle was beginning to wonder if she would ever have a neighbor again. It wasn't a bad neighborhood, in fact Valleydale was the epitome of your two point four children family household paradise.

  Across the street from her perfectly painted apartment building with an immaculate manicured lawn, stood row after row of matchbox houses all painted in a rainbow of pastel colors. The entire Valleydale neighborhood was like something that had fallen out of a 1960’s suburban real estate handbook complete with the smiling housewives who brought Tupperware containers filled with cookies to their fellow neighbors.

  Elle did her very best not to become part of the idyllic scene that was Valleydale. She was content to sit at her desk by the window, safely locked inside her apartment, observing. As a writer, the people of Valleydale made for interesting character foundations and besides, staying locked inside her apartment meant that she never found herself designated as ‘block captain’ for the next neighborhood ‘event.’

  It wasn't that she was anti-social. Given the choice between the 1960’s PTA scene and the confines of her one bedroom, two bathroom apartment, Elle would rather face the judgment of her eight year old terrier than the robotic perfection that faced her outside.

  When the moving truck pulled up to the front of the building Elle watched the painted faces of fit and flare dress wearing housewives peer out from behind their floral pattern curtains. Not one of them could resist knowing the ‘scoop’ behind every move in the neighborhood and Elle began the mental countdown before the first of the faces made an appearance at the moving truck door.

  “They have no shame Diana, no shame at all.” Elle turned to face the mangy looking terrier who looked up from the arm of the sofa briefly, grumbled and laid her head back down. Elle leaned forward in her chair and pulled one of the slats of the blinds down to get a better look.

  “I know what you’re thinking, but I'm watching them watching someone else…it's totally not the same thing.”

  She squinted against the midday sun as she watched Margie, the self-appointed head of the ‘neighborhood watch’, walking over to the moving van with a tray topped with bottles of water that wobbled as she walked.

  “Di, what does she look like? The worse fucking waitress ever, that’s what.” Elle stood up, almost pressing her face to the glass to be able to see the interaction between Margie and whoever was in the van. She could barely make out audible voices, Margie’s annoying nasally whine and a low male voice.

  “Hmmm, loo
ks like mommy might have a new neighbor worth getting to know…” Elle slunk back in to her seat disappointed that she could neither see nor hear the events taking place curbside.

  “WELL EXCUSE ME!” It was Margie’s voice and this time it was loud enough for Elle to hear through the window, she leaned forward again in time to see Margie storming across the street in a dramatic exit, still trying to balance the bottles of water on her tray.

  “Guess she didn't get the welcome she expected…” Elle laughed quietly to herself and walked over to the sofa, picking up Diana. The small terrier struggled in protest but soon ran out of energy and settled against Elle’s vintage Pink Floyd t-shirt. Elle walked with her over to the front door and listened for the sound of the key in the lock signaling the arrival of her new neighbor. It felt as though she was waiting forever as she stood with her ear pressed to the door and Diana clutched to her chest. She ran her fingers through Diana’s wiry black fur as she listened for footsteps and when they finally came she opened the door and stepped out in to the hall.

  “Oh, I guess I'm your new neighbor…” His accent was thick and southern and it took Elle twice as long to decode what he had said as it did for her to hear it. She shot him a quick smile.

  “Looks that way.” Shoving Diana to one side she reached out one hand, “I'm Elle.” He shook her hand, his grip was firm and his hand was so large that it engulfed her own.

  “I'm Austin.” He smiled, revealing the whitest teeth Elle had ever seen, so white that she felt compelled to laugh but managed to compose herself before the first squeak of laughter escaped her lips.

  “If y’all’ll excuse me, I gotta get movin’” he nodded slightly and winked a chestnut brown eye.

  “Sure, I need to take her out anyway…” Elle smiled back before slipping past Austin and down the hallway towards the stairwell.

  When she got downstairs Elle set Diana on a small patch of grass close enough to be able to peek inside the back of the moving truck without looking like she was actually trying. The dog buried her nose in the grass reading every calling card left by the dogs who’d come before her.

  Elle checked to make sure Austin wasn't watching her before glancing in to the back of the truck. There wasn't much to be seen in terms of incriminating evidence, just a bed frame, a mattress and the arm of some sort of living room sofa or love-seat. From the appearance of what she could see inside the truck, he was definitely a bachelor or else he had a serious kink for black leather. Diana tugged the leash pulling Elle in the direction of the designated dog area of the complex and just as she turned to leave she heard Austin’s voice from the stairwell.

  “Diana, what the hell? You’re supposed to help me get guys not cock block me!” Diana continued on in the direction of the dog area despite Elle’s protestations.

  It was close to midnight when Elle heard the first bang. It sounded very much like the sound of someone or something falling heavily into the wall and it made her living room rattle. She listened for a minute for any follow up noises that might help distinguish what it was that had made the noise. Instead, she heard another similar sound and this time it was followed by an angry voice with a southern drawl.

  “For fuck sake!” Elle walked to the shared wall and standing beside the TV she pushed her ear against the cool plaster.

  “Ouch! Fuck!”

  Elle pressed her lips together, stifling a laugh and decided to offer her new neighbor a hand.

  No light shined from under his front door, but she knew that someone had to be awake so she rapped lightly on the door with her knuckles.

  "Hello?" She kept her voice low. There was movement inside the apartment, she could hear it and she could hear a few more expletives and a few more clumsy collisions before the door opened. Austin peered out from complete darkness blinking slowly as his eyes adjusted to the light outside his apartment.

  “Umm…sorry to disturb you but…is everything ok in there?” Elle bit the corner of her bottom lip after asking what she perceived as a particularly nosy question. Austin gave a mischievous half grin.

  “Well…that might just depend on who you were askin’” he looked back in to the apartment and back to Elle. She smiled expectantly.

  “I seem to have blown a fuse or two only since the place is full of boxes I've done near put myself through the wall more than once tryin’ ‘a find the box with a flashlight…assumin’ I had one before I moved…”

  “Wait there, I should have one you can use.” Elle quickly ran and fetched a flashlight from her bedroom.

  “Your fusebox should be in the utility room.” She said as she handed him the light. He took the it and jerked his head in the direction of the apartment.

  “Uh uh, you ain't leavin’ me to do this on my own, ‘Man found electrocuted weeks after moving in to new apartment’ isn’t going to be a headline.” Elle snickered.

  “Don't tell me you've never tripped a fuse before?”

  Austin hesitated, “Sure I have, it just sounds a lot better than sayin’ I’m afraid of the dark.” He walked in to the apartment wielding the flashlight, Elle followed him, closing the door behind her.

  The apartment itself was foreign to her as she stumbled through a maze of boxes following Austin to the utility room, but adding the darkness only made it much more complicated to navigate.

  “This kind of thing happen often?” Austin pushed a large box out of the way and pulled open the front of the fuse box.

  “Fuses popping? Not really,” Elle tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness by squinting, “mine have never gone out and I've been here…” She calculated the years out loud, “three years this November.”

  “Ahh, so it’s just my luck then?” The flashlight waved around clumsily in his left hand as he flicked the popped fuses back on with his right. The sudden burst of light combined with being in such close proximity to a man who took such obvious pride in his physical condition left Elle feeling startled. “You okay there?” He reached his hand out to steady her.

  “Yeah…” She blinked slowly and held on to the door frame to catch her balance.

  “Come here.. He put the flashlight between his teeth and leaning down slightly he wrapped his arms underneath her ass and lifted her. Effortlessly he turned around and sat her on top of the washing machine. “Sit tight, I’ll get ya a bottle of water.” He flashed a smile after setting the small flashlight on a shelf behind him.

  When Austin returned with the bottle of water Elle was feeling much better but she took the water anyway and gulped it down thankfully.

  "Better?” She smiled.

  “Much, thank you. I just got a little disoriented that’s all. Kind of like when you were a kid playing hide and seek in the dark?” As soon as she said it Elle kicked herself for talking too much, it was a habit that seemed only to kick in when she was in the company of a good looking man. He smiled and leaned against the dryer.

  “Can't say I played that one much.” Elle raised an eyebrow. “I told you, I’m afraid of the dark.” She smiled tentatively. He shrugged.

  “What did you play?”

  "Hmm?” He propped his head up on his hand and stared at her softly.

  “If you didn't play hide and seek, what did you play?” She didn't know why she asked, she didn't really care but she couldn't think of anything else to say.

  “Well now…” He slid one arm across her lap and placed either hand at her sides, trapping her between his arms. “I'd much prefer to talk about games I like to play now…” As he spoke he leaned forward, his face coming closer to the low neckline of her vintage t-shirt. Her breath began to quicken and she could feel butterflies beginning to spin in her stomach. What kind of naughty neighbor did she just get?

  “Oh?” She begged herself to stay calm as her eyes slid over his body, down to his perfectly shaped ass cupped in his blue jeans. He breathed in deeply as he lifted his head, his face coming within inches of her neck, his breath making her whole body shiver as he came closer without touching.
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  He let out a low hum, as if he were smelling a delicious meal. The way his voice hummed, the way his warmth radiated against her as he brought his eyes level with hers made her heart jitter. Those dark brown chestnut eyes glimmered as he looked down to her lips and then back to her eyes, teasing her.

  “What kind of games would those be?” Her voice came as barely a whisper and he smiled at how timid she had become, at the power he held over her.

  “I'm not so sure you should ask…” His voice was raspy as he pressed his mouth to her ear, only this time as he spoke he slid his hands to her naked thighs. His fingers were warm and gripped her bare skin firmly as his slid his hands firmly under the soft cotton of her shorts.

  “Because when you ask questions…” He hooked his fingers under the top of her panties and shorts, “you get answers…” She didn’t stop him.