Stronger With Her

by JA Hensley

  “You deserve to be worshiped every day. You are exquisite,” he says just before plunging his tongue between my lower lips. The sensation is overwhelming when he flicks my clit, and I detonate into a mind blowing orgasm. James continues to lick and suck my quivering pussy as I fall back down to earth, drawing out the orgasm for several seconds. I know I’m screaming unintelligible words, but I don’t have the capacity to care. It’s been so long since I had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced I’ve forgotten how good it can be with someone else.

  James moves back to kissing my legs and hips as my breathing starts to return to normal. I open my eyes and find him looking up at me, his mouth glistening in a smile.

  “Seems like that was a good start,” he says. I can only nod in response because he drops back down and is thrusting his tongue into me before words form. It takes no time at all and I’m exploding all over again. He holds my hips in place opening me even more and drags his tongue up to my clit, circling it and making the sensation even more intense. I hear myself screaming, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, but he doesn’t let up. The feeling is getting overwhelming and I don’t think I can survive another orgasm. I start to tell him to stop when I’m hit with the third release in a row and I explode all over again.

  When she comes over and over, I know I will do anything in my power to make this woman mine. She brings out a side of me that I thought was long gone, and I don’t want to lose it again. I groan and suck on her harder, trying to get even more of her in my throat. Never has anything been better.

  She’s thrashing around on the bed, even though I’m holding her down. I ease up and let her move, which proves to be a mistake. She scoots away from my face, leaving me hanging with my tongue out and her flavor on my chin.

  “Where are you going? I’m not done yet,” I say as I try to bring her back.

  “I need a second, I think you’re trying to kill me, James,” she replies breathlessly. I kiss her stomach and her hips, letting her know I’m still with her, but truthfully I can’t stop. I need my lips on her like I need my next breath. I slowly move up her body, taking a moment to worship her amazing breasts again. I feel her hands in my hair, gently pulling my head up to her face.

  “You are unbelievably sexy,” I say looking down at her. She smiles shyly and blushes. The color in her cheeks makes her even more beautiful, and I lean down to capture her lips in a kiss. Before I can get there she shocks me by licking my chin, tasting herself on me. My dick gets hard enough to bust granite and I feel it twitch against her body.

  “I need you now,” she says, moving her hands to my underwear. I don’t stop her, letting her take control for the moment. I help her remove the clothing when she can’t reach any further. As I pull the garment from my ankle, she has her hands on my cock, sweeping her thumb over the tip and spreading the pre-cum around the head. I suck in a breath and concentrate on not blowing all over her right now.

  “Please, James, I want you inside me,” she whispers, staring at my cock while slowly moving her hands up and down. I’d be an idiot to deny her. I reach down to the floor in search of my wallet in my pants. Thankfully it’s right at the edge of the bed. I grab it and pull a condom out quickly. Stephanie takes the packet from me, tears it open and has me covered in no time. I move to line up my dick with her opening and slowly push inside. She’s so tight and warm and exactly what I’ve been dreaming about.

  “Holy fuck, you’re incredible,” I say as I sink all the way in. She wiggles underneath me, but I hold still.

  “I want this to last, babe, and I want to feel you come around me. But if you keep doing that this will all be over before either one of us wants it to be.”

  She smiles and reaches around me, running her nails across my back. It’s like ten sparks of electricity trailing on my skin and it jump starts my hips. I draw back quickly and plunge back in, going balls deep inside her. She wraps her legs around me as I find a slow rhythm that will hopefully last until she comes again.

  I stare into her eyes, watching as her pleasure takes over. She arches her back and inhales sharply, then I feel her walls clamp down on me as her orgasm hits her. It takes less than three more thrusts and I’m falling over the edge with her. I come hard, paralyzing me briefly, my arms locked so I don’t fall on her, but with my eyes on hers. As we both come down from the high, we relax back into the mattress. I move out of her, rolling off the bed to dispose of the condom. When I come back, she has moved over to give me room to lay next to her. I pull her body against mine, kissing her head and smelling her hair. We don’t speak, I just rub my hand up and down her back, thinking that there is no place else I’d rather be. I close my eyes and concentrate on listening to her breathing until I drift off to sleep.

  I wake up because I’m hot. Normally I sleep in the nude with the thermostat low because I like to be cool. Tonight I feel like I’m sweating. I go to roll over and find that I can’t. I start to panic until I hear his voice.

  “Are you trying to escape?” he asks as he pulls me closer. I let out a relieved breath and shake my head.

  “No, I was just hot and I was trying to figure out why,” I say looking up at him.

  “Well, you are hot,” James says grinning at me. I roll my eyes and try to push away from him.

  “You’ve got to let me go,” I say.

  “What if I don’t want to?”

  “Then you’re going to have to carry me to the bathroom. Nature is calling and I need to answer her,” I reply shaking my head.

  “I’d carry you anywhere you’d want to go,” James says as he kisses my forehead and releases me from his hold. I scoot away quickly and go take care of business. When I come out my bed is empty. I glance at the clock and see that it’s almost seven in the morning. James probably needs to get to work. Once I put a shirt on, I go and find him in the kitchen staring at my coffee maker.

  “I know these are the latest and greatest things, but I just don’t understand them. What’s wrong with ground coffee and filters?”

  I laugh out loud at him. “There’s nothing wrong with them, but I prefer this. It’s less wasteful,” I say as I open the drawer that contains the single serving pods. “Plus you can choose any flavor you want.” I put a breakfast blend in for him, get a mug from the cabinet, and start the brew. A few minutes later I hand him the coffee and go to make mine.

  “Do you have to be at work at eight?” I ask hesitantly. I don’t want him to go, but I also don’t want to keep him from anything important. My day is free since I finished everything for the contract yesterday. Once I have my hazelnut coffee the way I like it, I sit down at the breakfast bar and wait for James to answer my question. He’s just standing at the counter watching me.

  “James, did you hear me?” I ask. He blinks and shakes his head.

  “Sorry, I was thinking about how wonderful last night was. I didn’t hear your question,” he shrugs.

  “I asked if you needed to get to work soon. It’s almost seven thirty and I didn’t want you to be late.” I look down at the counter, hoping that he’ll stay.

  “Hey,” he says crossing the room to stand in front of me. “I’m not going anywhere if you don’t want me to. It’s one of the few perks of being the boss.” I look up and he’s smiling down at me. I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment and I nod.

  “I’d like it very much if you’d stay for a while. I feel like we have so much more to learn about each other,” I say before taking another sip.

  “Your wish is my command,” he says as he bows a little. I laugh and he quickly joins me. Our laughter quickly turns seductive and I can feel the desire start to run through my body. I lick my lips as I run my eyes over his nearly naked body.

  “My wish is that you’d take me back to bed,” I say. He nods and comes around the counter. He bends down, puts his shoulder to my stomach, and tosses me up and over, my head hanging down his back and my knees clutched in his arm.

  “You like being a caveman, don’t you
?” I ask taking in the fantastic view of his ass. I take advantage of being able to smack him a little.

  “Don’t do anything you can’t take in return,” he says lightly patting my backside as well. I’m giggling like a teenager as we go into the bedroom and he shuts the door.

  Two hours later we’re back in the kitchen, this time making breakfast. I’m cooking the eggs and he’s making toast. He claims that he can do more, but I want to do this for him. It’s so rare that I get to cook at all, I’m enjoying the process. I add a little shredded cheese to finish the dish. After we’ve got everything ready, I take the plates to the table, sitting down with James.

  “You know I still want to know why you work at The Shady Sprocket. Not that I’m trying to ruin the mood or anything, but…” James looks away as he stops talking. I knew this was coming and he deserves some answers.

  “The short version is because I needed to. I don’t do it very often and it doesn’t define me; at least I hope you don’t define me that way.”

  “Not at all. I’m just having a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that a computer genius is also a stripper.”

  “Can we talk about something else? I understand that you want to know, but I just don’t want to talk about it right now.”

  “I guess I’ll let you off the hook one more time,” he says with a grin. “I’m breaking all kinds of rules for you.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Just that I normally don’t give up so easily when there’s something I want. But, I want you more so I’m going to respect your request,” he says as he leans over and kisses the back of my hand. I can’t help the heat that takes over my cheeks.

  “Tell me a little more about your family,” I say clearing my throat. “I know that you have two brothers but are there more of you?”

  “There are five of us all together. You’ve met Joe and Jason. There’s also our oldest brother, John and Jacob is between us.”

  “Your parents must have had their hands full. That’s a lot of testosterone to deal with,” I say smiling.

  “My mother is a saint. I honestly don’t know how she did it. We’re all about a year apart in age so there was always something going on in our house. John is married to a crazy woman. She’s nice enough, but she has some really goofy ideas and he’s had to deal with her mood swings because of it. Joe swears he’s going to be a bachelor forever but I know better. Jacob is kind of the black sheep of the family. Jason keeps to himself but he has a girlfriend. I’ve met her once but he doesn’t bring her around much.”

  “I think Joe has a thing for Simone,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows.

  “You’re very perceptive. He does, but I hope he doesn’t do anything to fuck up our company. She pretty much runs the place so he better not fuck that up for me,” he laughs.

  “She seems like a great person. It must be kind of tough working with your siblings though. Do you ever fight?”

  “We fight all the time,” he laughs out loud. “We’re very opinionated and nobody likes to back down. Most of the time our mom ends up finishing it for us. We have lunch with her every Sunday. It’s a mandatory meal and if anyone misses a week she makes us pay. She’s small but mighty, and we all know not to cross her,” he shivers.

  “Sounds like she’s had to be tough to keep you boys in line,” I smile. What a great way to grow up, with love and laughter. I try to push those thoughts away.

  “She was great. What about you? I have no idea about your family,” he says as he takes a bite of eggs and groans. “Damn, these are good.”

  “I’m glad you like them. I’ve been cooking for years, it makes me happy when people like my food,” I say, trying to avoid the subject of my family.

  “Well, your eggs are amazing. Almost better than my mom’s, but if you ever tell her I said that I’ll deny it.” He smiles and takes another bite.

  “Your secret is safe with me,” I say and wink at him. Does he plan to introduce me to his mother someday? Do I want that?

  “Okay, so, your family?” he asks and I try not to roll my eyes. I don’t want to tell him too much and scare him away.

  “My parents are still married and live about an hour from here. They’re selling my childhood home and moving to something smaller soon.” I stop to take a drink and gather my thoughts.

  “Who’s Erin?” James asks innocently. I feel my cheeks flush and I have to fight the tears that appear out of nowhere. I swallow a couple times before answering.

  “She was my sister,” I whisper, looking down at my plate. I jump when I feel James’ hand on my arm.

  “I’m sorry, did I upset you? I just wondered who you named your company after,” he says looking into my eyes.

  “It’s okay. Erin was my older sister. She killed herself when I was eighteen.” A few tears fall over onto my cheeks. James brushes them away with his thumb.

  “That’s horrible, Stephanie. I’m so sorry to hear that. I can’t imagine what you went through,” he says quietly. I shrug and wipe my face.

  “It was a long time ago. I don’t know why it still bothers me so much.”

  “I would still be upset if anything happened to one of my brothers, no matter how much they piss me off. Do you want to talk about it?”

  “Not really, if you don’t mind. I’m not in the mood to relive that night.” I try to smile at him and he nods.

  “All right, we’ll let’s do something fun. Do you like miniature golf?”

  “I’ve never played,” I admit with a grin.

  “Well, it’s settled then. Let’s get dressed and we’ll stop by my place so I can change and we’ll go. It’ll be fun.” He stands and pulls me to my bedroom to get ready.

  Fifteen minutes later we’re in James’ truck heading to his house. The radio is on, the windows down, and we’re sitting close to each other, not saying a word. It’s comfortable and I think I could get used to it.

  We pull into the driveway of a two-story house in an older neighborhood. The lawn is neat with very little landscaping. It’s not really what I expected James’ house to look like.

  He gets out of the truck and comes around to open my door. After helping me down, he holds my hand and leads me into the house.

  “I forgot to mention that I live with my mom,” he says as we cross the threshold. I attempt to back up and return to the truck, but he holds my hand tighter. He stops and turns to face me.

  “She’s going to love you, I promise,” he says as he kisses my forehead. I try to keep the panic at bay, hoping that he’s right. James leads me into the kitchen and there is an older woman who is actually a little shorter than me standing at the sink.

  “Ma, I’m home for a few minutes to change. I’d like you to meet Stephanie Edwards,” he says standing next to me still holding my hand. James’ mother turns and looks at me with the kindest smile on her face.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Stephanie. Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee while you wait?”

  “That sounds great, Mrs. Owens,” I reply smiling back. I’ve never met a man’s parents before, but this isn’t as horrible as those television shows make it out to be.

  “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” James whispers in my ear as he pulls out a chair at the table for me. I look up at him and grin as I sit down. His mother brings two cups of coffee over and sits down with me.

  “Tell me a little about yourself, my dear,” Mrs. Owens says as she passes the cream and sugar.

  “I’m a computer security specialist. I just finished upgrading the system at Owens Ammunition,” I say focusing on my coffee.

  “So is that how you and James met?”

  I don’t have any idea what he has told her about me if anything, so I simply nod as an answer.

  “He seems rather smitten with you,” she says as she winks.

  “Oh, well, I think he’s pretty special too,” I say quietly.

  “You’re good for him. He’s happier than I’ve seen him in a long time,” sh
e confesses.

  “We haven’t really known each other that long, but he seems like a really good guy.”

  “My James has been through hell and back. He’s been lost for a long time, but I’m starting to see the man he was meant to be. I think that’s because of you.”

  I’ve had a feeling that there was more to James than he’d told me, but I don’t want to push his mom for details yet. I think a subject change is the best choice at this point.

  “He told me that you raised five boys,” I smile at her. “That had to be interesting.”

  “Oh, my, it was something. I’m so proud of all my boys, but they were a challenge when they were teenagers. I had to go to the grocery store every day because they ate so much,” she laughs.

  A door opens and a voice calls out, “Hey, Ma, is Runt here?” It’s familiar, but I can’t place it.

  “He’s upstairs, Jacob,” Mrs. Owens says to the man standing behind me.

  “Well, well, who do we have here?” he asks as he walks around to stand in front of me. I freeze in my seat when I see Jake from my old job. He grins down at me and I shiver. “Stephanie Edwards in my mother’s kitchen. This is an unexpected treat.”

  “You know your brother’s date, Jacob?” Mrs. Edwards asks innocently.

  “Oh, yes, Ma. She used to work in my building. I’ve known her for a long time, but I didn’t know she was seeing Runt.” He turns and looks me up and down giving me the creeps. “How’ve you been?”

  “I’m fine, Jake,” I say sitting up a little straighter. I won’t let him try to intimidate me anymore.

  “So, you’re fucking my little brother but you wouldn’t give me the time of day, huh?”

  “Jacob, you watch your language in my house,” Mrs. Owens scolds. I feel my cheeks heat as I look down at my hands and try to figure out how to escape.

  “You do know about Danielle, right? Did he mention he also has a kid?” he asks raising an eyebrow at me. Who’s Danielle? He has a child that he’s never mentioned?

  “Son, are you going to stay for lunch? I can make us something to eat,” Mrs. Owens asks. I hear her chair scrape the floor, but I can’t look up or move. I’m still trying to figure out why James hasn’t mentioned another woman or child.