by Velvet Veers
Taking her mouth off his penis, she screamed, “Oh, Richard, I'm coming, honey. Take it and run with it.” She moaned and writhed, enjoying the feel of both sensations at once. Erica slid her mouth back over him and she could hear Richard's breathing increase. His dick was so hard now he fucked her mouth with primitive abandon, his primordial instincts ruling over logical interference—that beautiful male animal in him taking over.
"Baby, put it into me. Put it in now. Hurry, I want to come again. Richard, make me come. Make the wave roll in again. Give me a tsunami. Flood me over with your juice."
* * * *
His breath coming out in wild gasps, he moved his sweat-soaked body to slice his penis into her pussy without hesitation. Oh, God, nothing in life can compete with this feeling of sliding into this taut vagina.
She sucked him in like a welcome home invitation. He could not remember ever feeling so hot—and so free. Free to express himself; free to be himself. He wanted to go to the top of a mountain and scream his happiness, his breakthrough. He didn't know what it all meant. All he wanted was to feel her hot, wet cave sliding over his cock, just as it did now, for a long, long time.
He had no concern about a withering penis and no thought of failure—just pure sensation and a feeling of safety. This felt right. Richard placed the tip in her entrance and the fire set him to a new summit.
"Baby, give it to me again. I need it. Hurry,” Erica moaned.
He plunged into her hot depths with a force he'd never known and nearly fainted with the pleasure he received from the tip of his penis hitting her cervix. He pumped into her at a furious pace and she met him stroke for stroke, screaming with pleasure at each plunge. No doubt about it, Erica was as hot as a firecracker and just as short-fused. She bucked with enthusiasm and screamed her release, begging him to join her.
Panting raggedly, he collapsed into her arms, the incessant honking of a tripped customized security alarm of a car interrupting his sweet bliss. His car. He jumped up, grabbing his pants when he heard the alarm of another car start beeping. As he ran out the bedroom door, he looked back and saw Erica grabbing her robe and following close on his heels.
CHAPTER 4
Richard threw open the front door to the apartment building, not believing the sight in front of him. The front windshields on both of their cars were smashed to a pulp of glass slivers. He dug for his keys and clicked the alarm to stop. Erica followed suit and ran to her purse, pulled out her keys and punched the button, silencing hers. They stood together quietly, looking at their damaged cars, unable to believe what had happened.
"Damn that bitch,” Richard growled.
"Excuse me?” Erica asked, a puzzled expression mingled with shock on her face.
"Rachel! I just know she's the one behind this.” Richard placed his arm around her, drawing her to his side, laying his head on top of hers.
"Don't worry about the damages, sweetheart. I'll have them come tomorrow and replace your windshield. That looks like the only damage she did."
"Shouldn't we call the police?"
"What could they do? I'm sure she's long gone by now. I'm not worried about the windshields. Those can be fixed. I'm just worried about what she's going to pull next."
"Obviously, Rachel is unstable and out of control."
Richard sighed, taking Erica's hand and leading her back inside. “Rachel has a history of manic-depression. She's supposed to take Lithium to control it, but she refuses to take her medication. She said she can't stand not having the high she gets from the manic phase, even though the medicine prevents her from crashing into depression."
"That's very common among manic-depressives,” Erica said. “They also have a tendency to abuse alcohol. We'll just have to be careful and watchful. She's obviously fueled by anger, too."
"Enough about Rachel,” Richard said, leaning back against the door, and enfolding her in his arms. “Let's see ... where did we leave off?” He kissed her tenderly and made a trail of soft kisses to her ear. He groaned and bit her earlobe lightly. “I think it was about right here.” Whispering in her ear, he said, “You make me so hot."
Erica laughed seductively and wiggled up next to him. “Oh, yeah, you've proved that. Richard, you did it!"
Laughing he swept her into his arms and carried her back to the bedroom. “Yeah, and now that this boy is cured, we need to keep in practice. As the saying goes—use it or lose it. I don't want to lose it again, fair lady! Erica, I can't get enough of you."
"Oh, yeah? I'm all yours for the taking. It's been so long for me, I'm ready to go again if you are."
Richard laughed. “I'm not going to expect miracles. I'm sure I still have my normal, built-in recovery time. But I want this one to be all for you, angel. You've given me my manhood back."
Erica smiled and kissed his cheek. “No, Richard. I can't give you your manhood back. You've given it back to yourself. You just had to break through and tap into that energy again."
He looked at her tenderly, running his hand through her hair. “You made me feel safe and confident enough in myself to do it. And now, all I want you to do is lay back and let me give you pleasure."
"Okay, I'm ready when you are."
Richard laid her tenderly on the bed. “Where are your candles?"
Erica pointed to the second drawer in the nightstand. “The matches are right beside them."
Richard spread the votive candles around the room and lit them, one by one. The room took on a soft glow from the candlelight.
"Do you happen to have any oils or lotions lying around?” Richard asked, suddenly thinking of a sensual massage.
"In the vanity in the dressing room, left hand cabinet,” Erica murmured.
* * * *
Richard walked back into the bedroom with his arm full of condiments. Erica watched him prepare a concoction of alcohol mixed with aromatherapy wintergreen oil. He added a few drops of baby oil, then mixed it all in a plastic bowl with the end of her rat-tail comb.
"Okay, I'm going to pop this in your microwave for a few seconds and you can get ready for the most sensual experience of your life—semi-orgasmic in itself."
Richard returned in a few minutes with the warm brew, dipped a cotton ball in the mixture and placed it on Erica's back. “All you have to do is breathe,” he whispered in her ear. “I'll do the rest."
Erica inhaled deeply, the wintergreen scent opening her nostrils. She closed her eyes and imagined herself on a bed of pine needles in the middle of an enormous forest—nude and alone with Richard Wakefield.
She felt the warm heat of the saturated cotton ball melt into the skin on the back of her legs, soaking deep and releasing the tension from muscles she didn't even know she had. Richard rubbed the oil deep into her calves with his strong hands. Erica felt his energy coursing through her veins like a magic elixir.
He rubbed the inside of her thighs, edging ever so close to her crotch. Then he took both hands and spread her legs wide, running an oily, mint finger up and down the crease of her buttocks.
A sliver of heat ripped through her in spite of her deep state of relaxation. Though she felt like a soul released from her body, defying the gravitational forces of earth during this state of bliss, the heat of her sexuality still coursed through her veins, taking rest in that magic arena between her legs—the paradise that Richard's hand had found.
She could feel the moisture pool like dew in a rainforest, her clitoris swelling under Richard's nimble strokes.
He gently turned her over and began working the front side of her inner thighs. Erica bent her knees and spread wide for him now, limp as a dishrag but enjoying every sensation. He lowered his head between her legs and she felt his hot pant against her clit. His kisses began on her inner thigh, and the kisses changed to licks. Rolling his tongue in tiny circles, he inched closer to her waiting nub.
Erica's heart beat wildly, anticipating the moment when his hot tongue would tangle with her throbbing clit. Richard spread her labia wide an
d tight, and drew her clitoris into his mouth, sucking and licking, as if extracting the essence of her being. She writhed on the bed, moving her hips up and pulling his head closer.
Higher and higher she bucked like a bronco, until she felt her every muscle stiffen and an enormous explosion like fireworks on the Fourth of July wrack through her. Then everything went black and she floated on a huge cloud above the earth, and she felt light as a feather.
She didn't know how long it was before she came back. Richard called her name, his voice sounding like he was at the opposite end from her in an endless tunnel. Erica felt herself being pushed toward the voice as if by a mighty wind. When she opened her eyes, she felt the weight of her body again.
Richard was lying next to her, smiling and stroking her face.
"My God, Richard,” Erica said in a weak voice. “I think I just had my first out-of-body experience.
Richard chuckled, planting a kiss on her cheek. “The wintergreen and alcohol rubdown will do it every time."
"Somehow I think it's a little more complicated than that. It was really fantastic."
He pressed her eyes shut with his fingers. “Sleepy time. You just relax."
* * * *
Waking up slowly with her eyes still closed, Erica reached across to the other side of her bed. She wanted to run her fingers through Richard's chest hair, then to the part of him that she had yearned for the night before. But the bed lay vacant. Richard was gone.
She sat up and looked at the spot, a feeling of emptiness stinging her soul. But propped up on the teal colored pillowcases sat a small white card. To my sleeping beauty. Didn't want to wake you. Please call me later today. Richard. Turning the card over, Erica saw his business card provided all the requisite phone numbers. She smiled and took the pillow from his side of the bed and placed it to her nose, savoring the lingering scent of him.
She started at the sound of the doorbell. Throwing on her robe, she opened the door a crack. It was the windshield repairman that Richard had sent, true to his word. She gave him her keys, and in thirty minutes, she had a new windshield.
Okay, time to come back to the real world and plan the day. Erica had promised Charlie a coveted trip to the zoo. She showered quickly, threw on her sweat pants, and went to get Charlie from Mrs. Pentrose's. After knocking, she stood at the door listening to the laughter on the other side. She smiled and thought how lucky she was to have such a bright, happy boy who never considered himself handicapped.
Charlie opened the door with a wooden spoon in his mouth, flour and an ear-to-ear smile covering his face. He took out the spoon and raised his arms for a hug. “Hi, Momma. We're making breakfast. Come on in."
"So I see. You have enough for me?"
"Sure. We made your favorite—pecan waffles!"
"Good morning, Mrs. Pentrose,” Erica greeted when she walked into the kitchen.
Mrs. Pentrose's eyes sparkled. “'Morning, dear. Did you have a good evening?"
Erica felt the heat from a deep blush, no doubt coloring her face and neck. “Oh, yes. Wonderful. You better hurry up and finish your breakfast, young man,” Erica said to Charlie. “We have something special to do today."
"What? Give me a hint?” Charlie's face barely contained his excitement.
"It has lions, and tigers, and bears, oh my, lions and tigers and bears.” Erica mimicked one of Charlie's favorite shows, the Wizard of Oz.
He clapped his hands gleefully. “Is it the zoo?"
"Yes, sweetheart, we're going to the zoo. Are you finished with your breakfast?"
"Yeah. Mrs. Pentrose, we're going to the zoo!” Charlie rolled his wheelchair around the room.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea. Erica, you don't worry about these dishes. I'll take care of them."
"Thank you."
Charlie motored his wheelchair out the door. He waited at the car for Erica to lift him into the backseat and strap him in. Then she folded the wheelchair, put it into the trunk, and slipped into the driver's seat.
"You ready?” Erica asked.
"Yeah, yesterday. Hurry, Momma.” Charlie bounced in his seat.
Erica laughed and backed out of the parking spot. They were singing to a favorite song on the radio and having a grand time when Erica glanced in her rearview mirror. She noticed a car approaching from behind at a high rate of speed. Erica's heart beat wildly. More people had been killed on this highway than any other around. There was no shoulder to pull over on to get out of the way of this speed demon now riding her bumper.
The car behind her began honking and flashing its lights. “Damn,” said Erica out loud. “How am I supposed to pull over?” Spotting a small turnaround ahead, Erica slowed down and pulled to the right, assuming there was some type of emergency and the crazy car would pull around her.
They went around, but hit the front of Erica's car, sending it into a slide. She turned the steering wheel right and left then hit the brake—too late. She lost control, and suddenly, everything slowed down like a slow-motion shot in a movie. The car careened down the hill, smashing head on into a tree. The air bag deployed, slamming Erica back into her seat.
"Charlie, are you okay?” she screamed in terror.
She couldn't see him because of the air bag.
"Yes, Momma. I'm okay,” Charlie said in a thin, quivering voice.
Erica could tell he was crying but trying to be brave. She heard the sound of an engine and a voice yelled to her, “Help is on the way. Don't panic."
The air bag began to deflate, and she saw the smoke curling out of the crushed engine, the acrid smell filling the car. “Oh, my God, the car's on fire! Charlie!"
Erica heard the distant wail of a siren just before her car door opened from the outside. “Are you okay?” The man's voice was comforting. “Yes,” Erica replied. “Just get my son out first. He's handicapped. He can't walk.” She fought to maintain consciousness.
"We've got to get you both out of the car. It looks like it's on fire."
The siren wail grew closer as the man opened the back door and lifted Charlie out, running to place him a safe distance from potential explosion.
Within seconds, he returned for Erica. The next thing Erica knew, she was riding in the back of an ambulance, fading in and out. She felt groggy and just wanted to shut her eyes for a second, but the pesky technician kept waking her up.
Once at the hospital, the medical personnel checked her into emergency and insisted on a MRI and CAT scans to check for a concussion, internal bleeding and broken bones. All Erica wanted was to find out how Charlie was.
Mrs. Pentrose arrived at the hospital about the time Erica was rolled out of the emergency room. A sense of relief filled Erica—Charlie would be taken care of.
The doctor walked into her room with the results of the tests—a mild concussion requiring her to stay at least a night in the hospital for observation. He assured Erica that Charlie was fine and could be released in Mrs. Pentrose's custody.
Mrs. Pentrose and Charlie refused to leave until Erica was settled in her semi-private room. As they got ready to leave, Charlie's eyes brimmed with tears. “Momma, are you going to be okay?"
Erica reached over and gave him a hug. “Yes, Charlie. I'm going to be home with you tomorrow."
The minute they stepped out the door, Erica fell into the deepest sleep of her life.
CHAPTER 5
Richard decided not to go to the office for the rest of the day. When Erica called he wanted to invite her over to his house for supper and him be the dessert. By eight o'clock, he realized she wasn't going to call today. Why? What did he do wrong?
The doorbell rang and he practically ran to the door. She's come over instead of calling. Perfect. Yanking the door open with a big smile on his face, he said, “Baby, I'm so glad you came by.” His smile was immediately replaced with a frown when he saw who it was.
Rachel stood at the door, smiling at his words not realizing they'd been meant for another. She floated in, wrapping her arm
s around his neck, pressing her body close to him and giving him a kiss.
Shocked, Richard didn't break the kiss until she did. Removing her arms from around his neck, he found his voice. “What are you doing?"
So into her fantasy and him, Rachel didn't notice the change of Richard's expression or attitude. “I've wanted you for a long, long time, but you didn't seem ready to start dating. I knew it was time to come over and tell you my intentions when you started seeing that bitch."
"What are your intentions? What about Carlton?"
She wrapped her arms around him again. “Carlton can't even get it up any more. He isn't a man like you are. I thought I'd made it clear. I want you to fuck me. In every way and position.” She giggled.
He couldn't believe this was happening. Rachel had giggled like a schoolgirl, for goodness’ sake. When did she stop hating him for killing her sister and switch to wanting him?
"Rachel, I thought you hated me."
"That was all just an act to keep you off balance. I wanted you even when you were married to my sister. I have fantasies about us together. I want you.” She moved her hand to cup his balls and gave him another hungry kiss.
Gripping her shoulders, he forcefully moved her away from him. “Rachel, I don't feel that way about you."
Rachel's face clouded into a thunderstorm, “Well, if you're waiting for that bitch, she will not be coming. I'm here now and I want you."
She practically flung herself on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and rubbing her pussy on his shaft like a bitch in heat.
Disgusted and turning his head so she couldn't kiss him again, he peeled her away from his body and shouted, “No! I don't want you, Rachel. Don't you understand? I don't feel the same way about you. Now I must insist that you leave."
The cloud erupted in a torrential downpour of tears, as Rachel cried and screamed, “You bastard. You will not have her. I promise you that.” She turned and ran to her car, squealing the tires down the driveway as she left.