“Ahhh,” I squealed in delight as the rattle of his teeth against my sensitive skin echoed between my legs. His palm slid down my belly, flat and purposeful, his long fingers determined as they dipped into my panties and he slipped a finger between my wet lips.
He pulled a long loud breath through gritted teeth while his fingers slowly stroked me. He kissed me and our tongues mirrored his fingers dancing across my flesh, it was magic and I floated away. He took his mouth from mine and slid down my belly, leaving a trail with his tongue across my body, his hands holding my hips to the bed. I could barely lift my head through the haze to see Kelley kneeling between my legs as he pulled the soft cotton down my legs and tossed them to the side
“Spread,” his low voice rolled up and over my body.
“Kelley,” I breathed as he waited.
“Spread,” he said again, slow and low and I spread my legs wide. His head dropped between my legs and I dropped my head to the bed. He wound his arms beneath my legs and pulled me closer to him, propping me against his knees. His hands grasped the inside of my thighs and he pushed my legs wider, wider and he tucked his head, kissed me and I fell. His mouth covered me and I fell farther. He was slow and methodical, his hands, his mouth, I was totally lost. He closed his mouth around me and sucked my clit between his teeth and I bucked from the bed. He grabbed my hips and held me steady, doing it again, holding me flush against his mouth.
“Oh my God,” I panted, grabbing at the sheets, the pillows, my hair, looking for anything to hold on to as he plunged his tongue into me. His fingers and mouth worked me into frenzy. He lapped and ate at my flesh until I was jelly, pulling my clit into his mouth and rolling it around the tip of his tongue. My hips jumped from the bed and he caught me, holding me aloft, my ass in the air served up on the platter of his big hands. He took the opportunity to flip me, grasping my hips and pulling me to my knees with a practiced fluidity.
“Head down,” he whispered softly, sliding his hand up my back and coaxing my head to the bed. I arched my back and my hips swayed as he rested back on his heels. “Beautiful,” he said as he grasped my ass with his big warm hands and pulled my pussy open with his thumbs before he dove back in. His tongue ran the length of me like a yard of silk being pulled between my legs. I shuddered and swayed, wanting more, not sure I could take it, but wanting it none the less. He pressed his thumb into my clit and covered me with his mouth and I was assured…I couldn’t take it.
“Kelley,” I said half into the mattress. He came at me faster, as if I was his last meal, his tongue rolling around and around until I couldn’t see straight. “Kelley,” I moaned, “please.” I felt the wave building and it was huge. I wanted him to stop, I needed him to stop.
“Mmm,” his hum rattled my pussy as he sucked my flesh between his lips. “Yes baby, beg.” His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me back onto his mouth. A labored, breathy “No,” escaped my lips and it sounded like it came from somewhere else. “Kelley please,” I managed as I curled away from his mouth, “stop,” I whined as my body swayed before him and without provocation from me.
“Stop why, baby?” He asked, not stopping. I tried to take a deep breath but with my chest pushed to the bed it was nearly impossible.
“I’m,” I barely got the mumbled word out before he swallowed me again and tugged my clit between his lips and I feared it was far too late. “I’m.”
“What baby,” he teased blowing a hot breath across me before covering my pussy again.
“I’m going to come,” I cried out in a rush as the first pulses began to emanate from deep in my belly. His mouth quickened and he added his fingers, pumping into my pulsing pussy, pushing me higher.
“I still don’t hear why I should stop,” he muttered, his lips pressed firmly against my flesh.
“I can’t,” I breathe, “I don’t,” I pant, “not in your mouth,” I muttered burying my head in the bed as he dove deeper into my pussy with two fingers and his tongue swirled me into oblivion.
“Oh baby,” he breathed, “I want it,” he growled out as his palm crashed against my singing flesh, his fingers slipped deeper and he closed his mouth around me to swallow a toe curling orgasm. Wave after wave came down hard, my hips swaying in a huge arch from side to side, Kelley never letting go as I bucked and pulsed against his tongue. I felt his lips crack into a smile as the arch went from my back and my body went slack.
He curled his arm under my belly and pulled me to my knees, my back against his front. With his other hand, he cupped my jaw, coaxing my head to the side, covering my mouth with his swollen lips. I kissed him, deep, sighing into his mouth as his tongue looped around mine before nipped at me and I sucked myself from his lips.
“Delicious,” he said roughly looking down into my eyes. I licked my lips and watched his eyes flare as I grabbed his hand, slipping his fingers into my mouth and sucking them dry. I smiled widely as he shook his head at me smiling back before wrapping his other arm tightly around me and rolling us to the bed. I was acutely aware of my nudity as he pressed his clothed legs to my bare ones and hitched them up so we were curled in a fetal position, him behind me, his front flush to my back. He tucked my head under his chin and tightened his arms around me and it felt nice. It felt really nice.
“Kelley,” I started, trying to turn my head to look at him.
“Shhh,” he replied, cradling me closer, kissing the top of my head.
“I, uh…” is he going to sleep?! “Are we done?” I asked feeling rather silly, his chest shaking as he softly laughed.
“Do you need more?” he asked with a grin that I could hear.
“Well….” I giggled as he squeezed me tighter, “what about you?” God! I felt so stupid. I was curled in his arms naked while he was clothed, mostly, naked and still pulsing and he was falling asleep so easily. Clearly unimpressed with the girl lying naked in his arms.
“What about me?” He asked nuzzling the delicate flesh behind my ear sending a wave of pleasure down my spine.
“I don’t know,” I scrambled for words, “I just.” I bit my lip and decided to just …say it.
“Don’t you want to fuck?” I said feebly, immediately regretting it, but still fucking wanting it.
“No, Makayla,” He started, “I don’t want to fuck. I want to devour you slowly. I want to learn every dip and curve. I want to take my time, and I want to do it right.”
“But.”
“But, what? You thought I didn’t want you, even as I lay here licking your lovely essence off my lips. Right now I am tired, and so are you. What just happened was a means to an end in which we both win. I got a taste, and believe me baby, I have been dying for a taste, and now you get to sleep.”
“What?” I asked, totally confused.
“You. You are a restless sleeper, Jesus. I don’t think you lay still for more than 5 minutes. I am tired, you must be exhausted. This, I figured might just relax you enough to settle you down.” He shifted and righted us so I was curled to him, my head resting on his arm.
“When I take you,” he paused, his other hand gliding up and over my breast, coming to rest at my throat, tipping my head to the side so he could look at me, to drive his point home. “I want to take my time. Tonight is not that night.”
“Ok,” I whispered, smiling, unsure what else to say. So, he will be taking me, just not tonight, I could live with that.
Chapter 12
Rose is a Rose
I woke to the sound of barking dogs and Kelley’s groan against my neck. His breath was warm against my skin and I stayed still, wondering if I was in a dream when I heard a knock at the door and a small voice call out. ‘ Kelley, dear?’ I rolled to my back but he caught me, pulling me close to his side, his head still buried in the pillow.
“Um, Kelley,” I nudged him as he squeezed me tightly and the dogs got louder. “Kelley, the door,” I whispered into his ear moving to sit up. He wound his arm around my neck and brought me down
to the bed. He was over me in a shot, his forehead touching mine, his sleepy eyes looking into mine, he took a deep breath and sighed.
“I hear her,” He said leaning into place a gentle kiss at the corner of my mouth. “Not how I wanted to be woken up this morning,” he muttered mostly to himself as he rolled off the bed and traipsed into the bathroom.
“Kelley,” I called behind him as he shut the door and I heard another gentle knock.
“Should I answer the door?” I asked hoping the answer was no.
“Sure, Kik,” he called from behind the closed door and I liked it. “Let her in, I’ll be right out.” I looked around the room for something to change into but there was nothing. Nothing that wouldn’t totally give me away as an impromptu overnight guest, it was either his t-shirt or my dress, so I opted for my dress. I pulled my dress back on, leaving my panties on the floor as I heard another knock. Fuck it, I thought as I headed towards the side door, wondering who it could be, knowing that Kelley clearly already knew.
I walked into the kitchen and saw the silhouette of a little, middle aged lady standing at the back door, the faint echo and scratch of dogs at her feet. I unlatched the door and opened it only to be bowled over by four small fluffy Pomeranian bundles of excitement. They circled me and barked excitedly, jumping up my legs, vying for my hand, begging for a pet when I heard her small, sweet voice call them down.
“Shoo you rascals,” she waved her hand about my ankles and they hurried out of the kitchen. I straightened up and looked down into the face of an angel. Sparkling white hair was swept up into a loose bun atop her head, secured with a small crystal flower pin. Her blue eyes were clear, pale and hypnotic, her smile easy and genuine. “Sorry about my little ones, they just love coming to see Kelley. I’m Rose,” she said extending her small hand. “I didn’t know he had company,” her eyebrows shot up and her thin lips twisted into a sweet smirk and she moved into the kitchen
“I’m Makayla,” I returned shaking her hand; she cocked her head and considered me.
“Makayla?” She said with a question, her face changing to a familiar, knowing smile. She seemed lost in a thought for a mere moment before she snapped back to the present.
I smiled at her as Kelley walked into the kitchen, a pair of jeans slung at his hips and a tight white t-shirt pulled across his chest. My mouth went dry at the sight, at the thought that I was laying in those arms just moments ago. At the thought of that mouth, that mouth that smiled at me just then, just like that, that mouth that was on my pussy just hours ago, devouring me. I couldn’t hold back the smile, or the tiny tremor that spread through my body, it was good, so good. I watched him bend low and place a loving kiss on the cheek of Rose.
“Good morning, Beautiful,” He said as he pulled her close to his side for a bear hug before he let her go and came to me. “I see you’ve met Makayla,” he said, his hand resting on my hip and he kissed my cheek and I blushed.
“We have not yet made it past the exchange of names, my boy. Those damn dogs made it impossible.” She whistled with two fingers and the lot came running into the kitchen, organized chaos. They skid to a halt in front of Kelley and he reached behind him to a box that sat atop the refrigerator. They got quiet and sat, their tales wagging uncontrollably, waiting as Kelley tortured them, shaking the box, his eyes a light, his mouth twisted into a wide grin. “I’m sorry that we bothered you this morning, Kelley. We didn’t know you had company.” She said sweetly looking from me to him, clearly laying bait. “But I have no hot water and I simply can’t start my day without a bath.” He looked down at his watch then at her and chuckled, the man chuckled, and it was beautiful.
“It’s midday, Rose.” Her eyes bugged in feigned disbelief.
“That’s right, it is midday Kelley, and did I wake you?” She teased.
“I’ll take a look at it,” he said slipping on a pair of shoes that were parked by the side door, shaking his head, his eyes bright, smile wide in defeat. “Why don’t you girls have a cup of tea and I’ll be back in a jiff.” A jiff? He walked out the door with a wink, the dogs hot on his heels, the screen door swinging shut behind him.
“I…” I looked around the kitchen assuming I should make her a cup of tea. “Can I make you a cup of tea?” Before I could take a guess at where the tea cups were she had two saucers out and a kettle on the stove. “Oh good,” I let my shoulders drop when she looked at me with a wide grin. “I do not know my way around here, it could have taken me an hour to make you a cup of tea.” I watched her flit around the kitchen, very familiar pulling out a pot of sugar and a tin of Twinning’s tea.
“How do you know my Kelley?” She asked sitting at the little table, nodding for me to do the same. The screen door opened and Kelley walked back in with the dogs hot on his tracks, a rag in his hand.
“I used to drive for her dad,” his smooth voice floated into the kitchen before the scurrying paws of little dogs.
“Really?” She asked looking back to me, her head tilted in thought before a light shined bright behind her eyes. “This is Dale’s daughter?” She asked, her mouth wide in a smile, her eyes taking me in in a completely new way. I nod and return her smile.
“Yes,” I answered. “Did you know my dad?”
“I know how important he was to Kelley when he was young. How important you all were to him. Such a sad thing to lose your father that way.” She reached out and patted my hand before raising the delicate teacup to her lips. “It was indeed a sad loss and a sad time for everyone.” In her eyes I saw that thing, the thing that had been nagging at me but I couldn’t define until now. Guilt. We had hurt Kelley, her Kelley.
“The water heater does indeed need my attention, so I will leave you ladies to it. When I am finished, Rose, we will take you for supper,” he said just before disappearing again out the back door and leaving us to one another.
We spent the better part of two hours sitting on the porch watching the inexhaustible dogs while Kelley repaired her water heater. Rose gushed about all the things Kelley did for her, what good care he took of her and the dogs. He had grown into a good man, and she wanted me to know, but I didn’t need her proof, I could see it.
“Right,” he said to nobody, in particular, coming through the kitchen door, wiping his greasy hands on an old rag. “All finished, just going to clean up.” He winked and walked down the hall, leaving me in the kitchen. Rose for whatever reason immediately sprang into action.
“Look at the time!” She said jumping to her feet. She herded the dogs and called to Kelley. “I’ll be ready for supper in a jiff,” before turning to me. “I’ll just go take the troops home and freshen up.” She was out the back door before I could ask what she was talking about.
Kelley met me in the hallway, fresh from a shower, his skin smelling like soap, his hair still wet. He had on a dark blue t-shirt and jeans, the t-shirt soft and worn, it was pulled perfectly across his broad chest. It took all my good manners not to just lay my hands on him and feel the hardness that was, Kelley.
“It’s Sunday, Kid,” he said, reading the question on my face. “Taking Rose to the pub for supper.”
“Really?”
“Really. Take her every Sunday that I am in town.”
“And you want me to come?”
“Of course, I do.” He put his hands to my face and pulled me to him, kissing me lightly.
“Come. You must be hungry. I’m starving.”
We walked to the pub seeing it was just being 2 blocks down and a street behind the row of cottages Kelley and Rose lived in. It was cute, it was small. A little stone cottage that looked no younger than 150 years old, a blanket of bright emerald moss covered the roof and old rose bushes lined the front, blooming beautifully with tea roses of all shades of pink and red that smelled amazing in the afternoon sun. It had a little wooden door stained fire engine red that barely contained the spirits inside, it was a living postcard. Kelley pushed the door open and it felt like the air wa
s sucked from the room, all chatter ceased and it was bone-chillingly quiet for a split second before Rose entered and called them all out.
“Mind your eyes boys, nothing to see but little ol’ Rose, but if you have a mind for an eyeful you know I’ll oblige.” She easily cut a path to the small wooden bar that lined the back wall, people moving aside for her with a kind smile or a wink. Some leaned in to kiss her cheek, most just tipped their heads to her as she walked by.
“Aye, darlin’ Rose.” The bartender said with a bright smile. He was stout, barely clearing the high bar with his shoulders. He turned with a pint glass in hand and pulled a beer before rounding the bar, revealing his mass, handing the beer off to Rose with his big arm wound tightly around her slight shoulder. He was not small, by any stretch, he was tall. No, tall wasn’t the word, he was huge. He had to be 6‘6 if not more, his arms were the size of small tree trunks, his legs more of the same, but he had a gentle ease about him and the same crystal blue eyes as Rose. “How is my beautiful sister today?” He asked kissing the top of her head and squeezing her close.
“Better now that I have my pint,” she said putting the glass to her lips as he led us to a table around the corner from the bar. We were tucked into a stone booth just under the pass-through window, Rose on one side of the table, Kelley and I on the other.
“Bos,” Kelley said as he settled next to me in the booth. “I want you to meet Makayla. Mack, this is Bos.” I reached across the table and he swept my hand to his lips, kissing the back of my hand with a softness I was not anticipating.
“Lovely to meet ya,” he said sweetly. “How about a pint for the lady?” He asked, not waiting for the answer. “Cress!” he called out, his head craned behind him. A wash of big blonde hair and too long legs came bursting through a pair of little swinging doors that must have led to a cave of a kitchen. She was simultaneously tying an apron around her waist and holding a ponytail holder between her teeth.
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