by Lauren Wood
He was stabbing at the heart of me and the first climax was making way for a second one. This was on the heels of the first one. He was equipped with the right tool to show me his talent. I released my heel from the door and wrapped it around his neck to pull him deeper into the heated embrace of my thighs.
My legs had him trapped and he wasn’t aware of our visitor. She was one of the staff wearing an apron stained with pizza sauce and other different toppings. She had her hand up to her mouth, but she wasn’t moving from where she was leaning back against the door. She had the right frame of mind to lock it.
Her hands snuck down into the waistband of her work pants. She was mimicking the motion of his tongue with the unseen finger inside her panties. I put my finger up to my mouth to keep her objections to herself. She was moaning into her hand and before long was slumping down onto the floor with this dreamy look in her eyes.
The added component of having her watching made me boil over in the moment. The young woman still had her hands down her pants. I applied a forceful injection of my own dominance. My hand on the back of his head and my hips thrust into his mouth kept him from saying anything to ruin the moment.
It took a few moments for the girl to come to her senses. She didn’t leave until my mouth let loose with a barrage of dirty words. She gave me the universal thumbs-up sign. I nodded my head and she slipped out of the room without Steven having any idea she was even there to begin with. I wasn’t going to tell him and this was a secret that my voyeuristic visitor and I were going to take to our graves.
He came up for air and was sputtering with his mouth glistening with my juices. I slapped him lightly across the face and swung my hips on the way out the door. He was left on his knees looking at a woman far out of his league. He wanted me to be his, but he already had me and didn’t even know it.
Chapter Four
“I was wrong to treat you like that. I had no right to barge into the bathroom. My only defense is that you made me do it. I got so excited that one head, in particular, was talking for me. It wasn’t the one attached to my shoulders.” He wasn’t helping his case by wearing a skimpy little Speedo barely containing the evidence of his arousal.
It was the weekend and we had met at his house while his parents were away. Gillian had to work leaving us to spend a little quality time together. There were many ways to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. My tiny little bikini was virginal white, but there was nothing innocent about the way that my body was busting out of it.
“I wouldn’t have allowed you to do that if I didn’t want it. It was clearly a decision we made together. I don’t pretend to know what goes on in a man’s mind. I can imagine sex is a big part of what you think about during the day. What you probably don’t know is that women have the same affliction. We can be rather chatty and expressive about the lovers that we take to bed.” I had on a pair of reflective sunglasses and he was standing in profile with his crotch eye level.
“You’re going to burn if you don’t let me put some lotion on you.” It was unseasonably warm and signs of summer were making a comeback after a dreary winter season.
“You just want me to let you put your hands on me again. I’m inclined to let you because it felt so damn good what you did in the bathroom. I could use a deep tissue massage and who knows what might happen after you loosen up my muscles. It might instill a more proactive role on my part. I’ve been itching to get my hands on you. I might even consider playing a tune on your instrument.” It flexed involuntarily in those shorts barely anything more than a piece of floss strung between the cheeks of his ass.
“I don’t know what I can do with one hand, but I can try.” The work that we had been doing was opening up his eyes to the possibility of a full recovery.
“Who are you trying to fool? You might not have 100% feeling back, but it is coming along better than expected. We had to get past your limitations. Nothing was going to happen until you put yourself in my capable hands.” I had turned over on my back and he had pulled the string to release me from the burden of my bikini top.
My nipples were pressed into the chair and he was straddling me from behind. The oil was warm in his hands and he was quite adept at working my muscles into relaxation. I shifted my weight and he was able to pull my bikini bottom all the way off.
He worked his magic for about 10 minutes before he vacated his spot. I looked up in time to see him liberally coating his chest with those briefs bulging obscenely in front of me. He was in the perfect position for me to lower the obstacle in my way. The head appeared first and I sucked it deep with vacuum authority. I could taste the first sign of his craving coming to the surface.
I circled the head with my two hands on the waistband of his swim shorts. I was going further down with the seal of my lips around his thickness. I soon had him uncovered with the throbbing vein of persuasion pumping with new life on the landscape of my tongue.
I knew the possibility of Gillian coming home from work was slim to none. It was a decadent thing to do. The man of my dreams had come home feeling inadequate and in desperate need of somebody to remind him of his masculinity. It didn’t hurt my feelings to be put in a position where I could feel the same thing I did the first night we were together.
“This is not the kind of help I was expecting from you when I came home. I lost the magic, but you have rekindled the spark.” The slippery surface of the shaft made it easily into my throat several times.
The look in his eyes and the expression on his face was priceless. I was coming home into the arms of someone who cared about me. What we had was a memory to hold onto. The more I showed him my skills the better chance he was going to awaken to the reality of that night.
I was savoring every second. My mind was overwhelmed by those images of him climbing to dizzying heights of pleasure. The last time, he was on his back completely naked. This time, he was public enemy number one in my book. I wanted him to suffer, but I couldn’t bring myself to deny him the chance to be with me again.
He was in a sexual trance. His response had me wickedly thinking about leaving him to handle his business on his own. The dripping evidence of his excitement for me made it hard to be that cruel and unusual in my punishment.
His shorts were drawn to his ankles by gravity. His larger than life member had found a woman worthy of such an appendage. He was still wearing the black glove self-conscious about his strong military image. There was no blemish, but psychologically he could see it every time he looked at his hand in the living flesh.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I must’ve been a good boy in a past life. This unseasonable warmth is nothing compared to the sizzling oven of your mouth. I almost came three times and you somehow knew what was going to happen and stopped me. I’m not sure that I should thank you or curse your name.” My frenzied approach was making him fall faster into my clutches. It wasn’t good enough to taste him.
I knew what areas to concentrate on. He wasn’t complaining. I was trying too hard to make him remember me. It should’ve been good enough to be with him. I wanted to see that recognition in his eyes, but that night he was three sheets to the wind. He could hardly remember his name after the deed was done.
There was no faking or hiding the hungry beast about to lose the battle. I could feel it and my work was satisfying beyond words. He was pleading with me with his eyes to siphon the load from his balls. How could I possibly refuse the man of my dreams the release that he desperately was searching for?
I extracted his healthy specimen from my mouth. I left him with his cock glistening. His eyes blinked back into reality looking around like he couldn’t quite believe what was going on.
I glanced over my shoulder with these come-hither bedroom eyes. I took that final step and dropped into the warm water with the scent of chlorine assaulting my olfactory senses.
It was a good way to cool things off. I wanted him to keep panting after me like a starving dog. It took amazing willpower to p
ull my mouth off of him. It was a split second decision. I was regretting not giving into those animal urges deep down inside.
I was playing a game to see how far he was willing to go to be with me. He walked over with this cocky confidence. He dangled his feet into the water with his crotch making things appear bigger than they were from afar.
“I believe you forgot to finish what you started. I don’t mind a little bit of teasing as long as there is a payoff. Do I have to come in there and give you a reason to finish what you started?” I came to a painful conclusion that seeing him up close and personal was going to make it almost impossible not to fulfill his request.
I was licking my lips tasting what was still there and it made me want more. I swam backward with the buoyancy of my breasts bobbing obscenely on the surface of the water. The freedom to swim naked and frolic with the man who had gotten away like a thief in the night was making me feel alive.
“You are purposely baiting me. I would like to say that I’m strong enough to resist, but I’m not. I have this confusion and I can’t get any relief. I know you don’t understand. That’s part of the problem.” He was letting me speak, but I could tell his thoughts were jumbled and he was worried that he had done something wrong.
It was too late and the words were on the tip of my tongue ready to confess. It was time to pull off the band-aid quickly. It didn’t seem fair to leave him in the dark scrambling for some kind of explanation for my actions.
“I’ve had women come and go in my life, but you have always been a constant reminder of what I really want. I’ve dreamed of being with you in many different scenarios with you wearing many different outfits. I never dreamed this day could happen.” I had to tell him the truth about that night and what he left me with after the dust settled.
His smile was contagious and I blushed like a goofy teenager under the influence of the high school quarterback.
I had my hand stretched out about to grab him when my phone rang. I was a little perturbed by the interruption. The words displayed on my screen made my heart stop. I was literally shaking.
I rushed from the pool splashing water everywhere and grabbed my keys on the way out the door. I was in no shape to drive anywhere. Steven must’ve known that. Steven didn’t say a word and I whispered a destination that I needed to get to with some urgency.
Chapter Five
Jamison was standing in the street with police cars and officers’ training their guns on him. He was smiling with the trigger in his hand and the bomb vest around his waist. There were enough explosives to take out several city blocks.
“Is everybody ready to smell the napalm in the morning? Don’t look so glum. It’s a good day to die and to take the fat cats with me.” He was standing in front of the building where the decisions were made on veteran funding.
“You didn’t call me to say goodbye. This is your way of asking for help.” He wanted to talk to me, but I had no idea what to say when he was in this decisive state of mind.
I was surprised when Steven pushed his way to the front and passed the yellow tape.
“I don’t know you, but I feel your pain better than most. I was in the military and I came home a little frazzled. I jump at the slightest noise and go into military mode. This isn’t what we were trained to do. Military life isn’t for everybody. It’s hard coming home and trying to find our place in civilian life.” Steven had his hands up and was walking toward Jamison acting like he wasn’t a threat.
“I was a prisoner and nobody came to get me. Somebody needs to pay. I’m tired and I want to rest. These people denied me my benefits. I came home thinking that I was going to have a hero’s welcome. I was forgotten and my wife moved on without me with my brother.” I should have seen that he was on the edge about to do something stupid.
A man was moving slowly toward him from behind. Steven saw what was happening and felt it necessary to keep Jamison busy. It must’ve killed him inside to be part of the problem and not part of the solution.
The man in the flak jacket grabbed Jamison. You could have heard a pin drop with the silence deafening around us. Steven forcefully and with some compassion removed Jamison’s finger from the trigger. Everybody breathed a sigh of relief.
I rushed to render some professional guidance.
“Jamison, you will get the help you need. That’s my promise to you and I have never lied to you in the time that we have known each other.” I was going to be a woman of my word and had a few people to contact on his behalf to give him a fighting chance to survive a world he wasn’t prepared for when he came back.
We were soon driving and I tapped Steven’s shoulder to indicate that I wanted him to pull over to the motel blinking a vacancy. He looked at me to make sure I was on the level. I was as serious as a heart attack. He went inside and came out with a key swinging on his index finger.
I barely had the door closed when he was all over me. I was still wearing the white bikini still damp underneath my white shirt and black shorts. He made short work of every piece of clothing tossing them like a whirlwind into the air.
He was on his knees and the smell of sex was overpowering in the room. He stopped and I looked down to see him stunned into silence.
“It was you that night. I know this birthmark and the tattoo of a butterfly on the inside of your thigh. In the morning, I thought it was an anonymous stranger and I snuck out with my tail between my legs.” He buried his head and knifed his tongue into the moist center of my sex.
I had an appointment with destiny. The kiss he was giving me on his knees was all that I needed. I was up against the door and I was checking out the pleasant scenery down below. This was no time to hold hands and talk about our feelings.
He hung my right leg over his shoulder with his head in the position to orally satisfy me. I was waiting with my throat dry and a sense of anticipation grabbing me by the throat. One strike of his tongue was never going to be enough. I dug my fingernails into his scalp and held him true to form.
“This feels like Déjà vu. I know that tongue and have dreamed of it ever since that night. I hated you for a long time, but I never forgot the chemistry between us. You do know how to make me feel like a natural woman. You have that tongue as deep as it can go. There is no mistaking your technique for anybody else’s.” I was hammering my hips into his face and leaving no doubt about my desire to be with him.
I heard the sound of clothing coming undone one button at a time. I looked down with this mouthwatering need to see him feasting on me. I was melting in his embrace with no restrictions to hold back the orgasm within my reach.
His tongue was driving into me with a machine like precision. I didn’t have to mention anything and he already knew what buttons to push. My faith in mankind had been restored. An old friend was calling out to me. He was able to bring about the kind of orgasm I received that night. The lights went out with my eyes closed to the pleasure that he was delivering to me.
My legs were trembling, but I was using his shoulders to support my weight. It was a whitewash of pleasure surrounding me and pulling me into its embrace. He continued like he did that night. I was ill-equipped to handle the powerful sensations. At that time, I thought I still had the hope of walking out the door, but that orgasm sealed my fate.
“I want you… I want you so bad that I can taste it. Don’t leave me waiting any longer. It’s been too long since I have felt your cock. In your absence, I felt alone and haven’t been with anybody with this misplaced loyalty to you.” His battle-weary body still coveted what I could give it.
He was standing strong and proud with military strength.
“That night changed me. I knew instinctively that I could never find anybody to replace you. I tried, but it was never the same. Three times was my limitation. They promised the world and could never measure up to someone head and shoulders above all the rest.” He was bending his knees and parted the lips of my hungry little hole with his impressive manhood.
My fee
t came off the floor when he straightened his back and his knees. My legs were wide open with the sopping evidence of my excitement for him trailing down the shaft. He had stuck me with his unbreakable candlestick with the wick at the top set ablaze by my inner fire.
“Please give me the fucking that I have desperately been waiting for. I have never felt any better than I have in your arms. I thought it was a liquor-induced pleasure, but I knew better.” The liquor did very little to corrupt my body, but my mind was numb enough to let him have his way with me that night. I didn’t have that excuse this time.
“This…this can’t be happening… I have to be out of my mind to believe this is real. A woman like you should never settle for a man with a military mindset. I will never be able to lavish you with riches, but I will love you with all of my heart.” The frame of the door was taking the abuse with my body constantly slamming up against it.
I had my arms wrapped around his neck and he continued the piston action down below. I heard the squeal of pleasure coming from my lips and it sounded like it was coming from somebody else. I was guaranteed an orgasm beyond any other one I have ever had in his arms.
“There’s passion and there’s performance. I can feel the power of both in what you do to me. I knew I could never be ready emotionally and physically for you again. It doesn’t stop me from being sexually attracted to you in more ways than one.” My heels were tucked up underneath his arms with his hands underneath me to keep me from succumbing to gravity.
I was going wild with my vision blurred thinking that I might go blind with the kind of pleasure every woman should have once in their life. I was contorted into a shape that was going to make me feel it in the morning. His persistence was never ending and was striking a match to my libido.
I came with my whole body experiencing an electrical surge. I thought I had put my finger into a light socket, but it was far more rewarding and pleasurable than that kind of pain.