Crazy Sexy Love

by Alison G. Bailey

  “That’s some pretty impressive hip action you got there,” I said, trying to contain my laughter.

  “You know what they say? Good hip action on the dance floor means…”

  “What?”

  Slipping his arm around my waist, Doug pulled me into his chest. “I do not know. I was hoping you did.”

  He whirled and twirled me all around the room to the delight of Hope. We laughed, we hooted and hollered, and Doug sang horribly off-key. There was nothing but joy in the room, due in large part to Doug. After performing a couple more dances, our audience of one got sleepy. Bryson’s mom would be here soon to pick up Hope, so I spent time gathering her things. I had just finished packing the diaper bag. Looking up, I spotted on the sofa, a dozing Doug with a sleeping Hope sprawled across his chest.

  My hormones, my vagina, my reproductive organs, and my heart all went berserk. Powerful bodily sensations were occurring. I jumped when I heard a light knock on the front door. Quietly I walked to the door and opened it. Bryson’s mom stood on my front porch.

  “Hi, she’s sleeping,” I said.

  She mouthed, “Okay.” Then tiptoed inside.

  I pointed, directing her toward the sofa.

  “Looks like y’all had fun,” she whispered.

  I nodded as I placed the diaper bag on her shoulder. Gently, I eased Hope off of Doug’s chest, trying not to wake her. Luckily Hope’s little eyes stayed closed as her Gammy and I waved goodbye quietly. With the click of the door, Doug stirred on the sofa.

  He cleared his throat and sat up. “I must have dozed off for a second.”

  “I’d say.”

  He tilted his head from side to side stretching out his neck. “Where’s Hope?”

  “Gammy just left with her.”

  I went around the room picking up all the stuffed animals and tossing them in the large sweetgrass basket I stored them in.

  “Thanks for helping me tonight. You didn’t have to do that,” I said.

  Doug got up and helped with the cleanup. “No thanks needed. It was fun spending an evening in with my two favorite girls.”

  Everything in the room came to a screeching halt. I heard what he said. He heard what he said. But neither of us knew what to say.

  “Um… you know, Hope and… um… Baby Katy,” he stammered.

  “So that’s what does it for you, a half bald doll?”

  “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

  “I always pegged you as a blow-up doll kind of guy,” I teased.

  “Miss Cipriano, are you trying to seduce me?”

  “You’d know if I were.” I tossed a bunny into the bin.

  Doug propped himself against the dining table. “Really? For the sake of argument, how exactly would that play out?”

  “Well, I usually wear my hair up, so when I undo it, he can watch it fall down onto my shoulders.” I undid my topknot. “Then I shake my head enough to fluff out my hair, but not a lot to look wild.”

  As Doug stared at me, his Adam’s apple slid slowly down his throat, while he was gripping tightly onto one of the high-back chairs.

  “Then I tilt my head to expose my neck, giving him a slight smile, so he knows it’s one of my favorite places to be kissed, licked, or nibbled.”

  Doug’s chest rose and fell heavily. “Uh-huh.”

  I sauntered closer to him, laid my hands flat against his chest, and bit my bottom lip. “Then I kind of melt into him.”

  My body was on fire. Maybe it was the five-year tension or seeing him in a new light, but I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anyone.

  A crack in his restraint started to form. His breathing picked up, his temperature rose, and his knuckles were white from the increasingly tight grip he had on the chair.

  “Then what happens?” he said, his voice husky.

  “I slid my hands up his chest to his shoulders…”

  “And then what happens?”

  “Usually by this point the guy…”

  I barely got the words out before Doug’s mouth was on mine. I didn’t pretend to play coy, I opened my lips begging his tongue inside. My fingers sunk into his hair as he walked me back toward the wall. His hands tugged at the hem of my shirt lifting it up until we needed to separate for it to come all the way off. While we were apart, Doug used the opportunity to strip off his shirt. His lips quickly returned to mine. As he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his hips then my back hit the wall.

  “Ow!” I groaned into his mouth.

  Shoving on his shoulders, I caused our kiss to break.

  I looked into his questioning eyes. “Something’s poking me from behind.”

  “That’s me!”

  “In the back.”

  “Granted, it’s impressive, but not sure if it would reach that far.”

  “Something on the wall is poking me in the back!”

  “Okay… um… hold on tight.”

  Doug cupped my ass while I tightened my legs and arms around him. He stepped toward the sofa.

  “No!” I yelled between pants.

  “Why not?”

  “You and Hope slept there.”

  With me still in his arms, we spun in a complete circle in the center of the room looking for another option. My head was swimming.

  “I’m getting woozy, Doug.”

  He came to an abrupt halt before heading toward the overstuffed chair.

  “Not scotch guarded!” I protested.

  He hoisted me up and went toward the dining table.

  “No! Not on my grandmother’s table. Plus, it’s too hard.”

  “Fuuuck!”

  “My room,” I suggested.

  “Awesome idea,” he said.

  Doug hesitated for a moment at the bottom of the stairs before starting up. He was breathing hard and fast. I wasn’t sure if it was from me or the climb. Midway up, he stopped.

  “Could you walk the rest of the way?” he panted.

  “Excuse me?”

  “I’m a little lightheaded and there’s a situation growing in the garden of good and evil. Add to that the stairs and the lifting… I want to be able to give you my best.”

  Slowly, I loosened my arms from his neck and my legs from his waist, sliding down his body to the floor. I stared into his fearful dilated green eyes.

  “Come on.” I grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hall to my room.

  I WAS SURE I’d blown it. Trying to walk with a hard dick and an armful of Sophie was not as easy as they made it look in the movies. Fuck you Christian Grey and Ryan Gosling. There had to be some smoke and mirror shit they used.

  My mind went blank for a minute or two, probably due to oxygen deprivation. I don’t even know how I got to Sophie’s room. But the next thing I knew, she yanked me into her room and our lips reconnected. My hands couldn’t decide between her hair, her ass, or anywhere in between. The only part of me that was certain of its directive was my dick.

  I walked her back until the back of her knees hit the bed.

  I pried my mouth from hers and gasped for air. “We’re really gonna do this?”

  “Looks that way. No one here to interrupt us,” she said.

  “You’re not feeling vomitus are you?”

  “A little queasy. You spun me around a good bit.”

  “I can work with queasy.”

  “Bring it.” She roughly unbuttoned my pants and jerked them open.

  “Oh, it’s gonna get brought.”

  I mimicked her by reaching for the button of her pants, but there wasn’t one. I fumbled, unable to gain access. I don’t know why I was so nervous. I’d been fantasizing about this moment for five years. Finally it was here and it felt different from what had taken place in my head.

  Putting her hands over mine, she said, “It’s more of a hook-and-eye thing.”

  Together, we undid her pants and pulled down the zipper. We were standing half naked about to indulge in our desires. Even on an off day, I was pret-tay, pret-tay good. But I want
ed to be extraordinary for Soph. I needed to psych myself up.

  She’s a gorgeous woman. You’ve been with gorg… Well, not gorgeous really. Nice looking. Some even pretty. You’ve seen all the parts before. Albeit not assembled in such a perfect configuration. Tab A still goes into slot B. You even have a few original moves. Should I try those? No. Stay focused. Stay the course. Don’t go veering off into la-la land.

  “Doug?”

  When I heard her voice, it dawned on me that I hadn’t said anything in a while.

  “Have you had a change of heart?” she said.

  I covered her shoulders with my hands. “God, no! Have you?”

  She shook her head.

  “Okay then. Good luck to you,” I said.

  “And to you, sir.”

  My hands traveled up her soft skin until they were cupping her face. Tilting back her head slightly, I drank in her features before pressing my lips to hers. Sophie’s hand slipped inside the front of my pants, putting the right amount of pressure while moving up and down. A low guttural groan rumbled from my chest as I pushed myself into her touch. When I deepened the kiss, she stroked me with more force.

  I battled with myself. Part of me wanted to take my time. Explore every inch of her. Lingering here and there. Who knew when or if I’d get another shot? But my restraint was quickly fading. When Sophie removed her hand from my pants, I thought I was going to cry. Seconds later her nails ran down my back, digging into my skin and sending me into the stratosphere.

  Licking and nipping my way over her jaw and down her neck, I unhooked her pink lace bra and flung it over my shoulder. One hand made a quick trip to her tit and the other went for the ass. Both were firm but not too firm. Like everything else about Sophie, she had the perfect amount of jiggle. My heart slammed against my chest. I felt frantic. I wanted to do everything to her at once. It was physically impossible, but goddamn I was going to give it the old college try. Her hot skin rubbing against mine had me turning into one giant goose bump.

  Hooking my thumbs into the waistband, I slid off Sophie’s pants. Without breaking stride, she stepped out of them gracefully and kicked them to the side. Suddenly, her neck left my mouth. She sat on the bed and looked up. There she was, breathing heavy, skin flushed and dewy, wearing only pink lace panties. And her hair… Crazy, sexy, and wild.

  Sophie held my gaze as her nails grazed the back of my thighs, heading straight for my ass. The tip of her tongue made little circles right above my waistline. With each motion, my muscles tightened. The veins in my arms and neck so strained I thought they were going to blow. Closing my eyes, my head tipped back. Sophie gave my ass one intense squeeze, jolting my head up and eyes open. She wanted me to watch her. I wanted to watch her. But I’m just a mere mortal.

  That little tongue of hers made its way painstakingly slow up my stomach to my chest. It swirled around my nipple clockwise then counterclockwise. Simultaneously, my nipple disappeared into her mouth and her nails sunk into my back. That combo was the straw. Taking her upper arms, I laid her down on the bed.

  Starting at her knee, I nibbled my way up her inner thigh, over her flat stomach, to her tits. I took one in my mouth while rolling her other nipple between my fingers. She held my head in place while I worked my magic. Her legs had my body in a vice grip.

  “Oh God, Doug. Fuck me now!”

  I didn’t need to be told twice. I hopped off the bed and pushed my pants and boxers down to my ankles. I lifted my right leg enough to grab the bottom of my pant and tugged. And tugged. And tugged. And tugged. A loud growl reverberated from my chest and out my mouth, filling the room.

  “I’m losing my mind. I need you inside of me,” Sophie moaned.

  “I’m coming!”

  Tug.

  Hop.

  “I am too if you don’t hurry up!”

  Tug.

  Hop.

  “Fucking hipster skinny jeans! I knew I shouldn’t have let Colin talk me into buying them.”

  Tug.

  Hop.

  Tug.

  Thud!

  Sophie sprang up to a sitting position. “What was that?” Silence. “Doug?” She peered over the edge of the bed. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m good. Luckily I fell backwards. Just give me a sec. Let’s not lose the momentum. Keep thinking sexy thoughts. Dick. Lick. Suck. Fuck. Moist. No! Forget I said moist! Stay with the ick and uck words.”

  Once I shook off the shock of falling, I bounced right up and got back at it.

  I stood at the side of the bed fully naked. Sophie lying there all primed and ready. Suddenly, she got on all fours and crawled to me. She rose up on her knees, bringing us face-to-face. She placed a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth. She took my dick in her hand and guided it in between her legs. The roughness of the lace along with how ready she was had me teetering on the brink of no return. She continued to press her soft lips to mine.

  “I’m so ready for you,” she whispered between kisses.

  Placing my hands behind her thighs, I flipped her back onto the bed, eliciting a surprised yelp, and laughter out of her. I quickly removed her panties before climbing on top of her.

  I looked into her lustful eyes. “Condom?”

  “Pill.”

  “This day keeps getting better and better,” I said against her lips before plunging my tongue inside.

  Our hips rocked together in perfect harmony, as if we’d been doing this forever. Sophie gripped my hair as her legs wrapped around my body, coaxing me to go faster. I tore my lips from hers and buried my face into the crook of her neck. God, she smelled awesome. Coconutty. Shifting, I rested on my elbows and got down to business.

  I didn’t know how I expected it to feel inside Sophie. But… holy shit. Tab A fit magnificently into slot B. And by the sounds Sophie was making, she definitely agreed with me. There was moaning, groaning, grunting, and even some slurping. Not sure which one of us was the slurper, but it didn’t matter. I was having sex with Sophie.

  I had a deep hunger to make Sophie fly as high as possible. Still inside her, I slipped my arms behind her back, turned, and sat up.

  “Oh, God!” She moaned.

  “I got you, Soph.”

  Holding her hips, she rode me. When she tossed her head back, her skin glossy with sweat, a strange feeling came over me. Like I could spend a lifetime looking at her. Our movements kicked into overdrive. My fingers dug into her skin as she sunk her teeth into my shoulder. She sure liked marking her territory. I had to admit it was quite a turn on to be branded by her. She felt incredible. I wanted the night to go on forever or at least another few hours. But alas, even the most powerful sex machine reaches its top speed and has no choice but to crash. My body was so in tune with Sophie’s, I knew she was about to go over the edge.

  With two more thrusts, my body tensed as Sophie’s writhed on top of me. A sense of pride and happiness washed over me. I’d never felt this thrilled about inducing an orgasm on anyone, not even on myself. We stayed in this position for several minutes. I think. My brain wasn’t operating at full capacity.

  Finally, our bodies simply collapsed into each other. Neither of us said a word. We held on to each other and waited for our breathing to return to normal. Sophie was the first to shift. Raising her head, she rested her forehead against mine. Her hair was damp and slicked back. Her soft skin had the glow of a satisfied woman. As I stared at her, my stomach felt weird. Like there was something in it flapping around. It wasn’t a bad feeling, just an unfamiliar one.

  “Wow,” she said, her voice husky with sex.

  “Indeed.”

  It was the only word my brain could come up with at that moment. Typically, by this point, I had exited the premises. Once the deed was done, so was I. For some reason, I didn’t want this to end. It crossed my mind that maybe I had hit my head when I was trying to get those fucking jeans off. That was the most logical explanation for my desire to linger with Sophie in my arms.

  Lifting my head, I st
udied her beautiful features. I brought my hand up and let the tips of my fingers slowly run down the side of her face. Gently, I brushed my thumb over her swollen lips before lightly pressing mine to them. The kiss became intense, slow, and deep. Abruptly Sophie pulled away and moved off my lap. I immediately missed the feel of her body. I took a few seconds to clear my head.

  “Soph?” My voice was hoarse.

  As she scooted off the bed, she said, “I have to go to the bathroom.”

  She walked around the bed, not bothering to cover up. She was not shy about her body. Guilt settled in the pit of my stomach. Was she already regretting what happened between us? We had a good friendship happening. Maybe she was scared this would change things. Would it? Had it? I was definitely feeling some weird shit. And when it came to women, I may have done some weird shit, but never did I feel anything.

  I needed to put us back the way we were before having the most mind-blowing sex since the act was conceived. All that was required was a little reassurance that things wouldn’t be awkward between us. We were still the same old Doug and Sophie.

  “Hey, Soph?”

  She looked at me over her shoulder. “Yeah?”

  “This—” I swung both index fingers between us. “was fantastico. That’s fantastic in Italian.”

  “Yeah, I got that.”

  “Of course, you being Italian.” I slid off the bed, snatched my boxers from the floor, and pulled them on. “Between babysitting and the sex, I’m pretty wiped out.” I yawned for emphasis. “I’ll be heading to my room for some shuteye.”

  “Okay,” she said deadpan.

  “Do you need anything?”

  “No.”

  I stepped closer to the door. “You sure? I could help you change the sheets.”

  “Goodnight, Doug.” Her tone was still as flat as a pancake.

  My exit had to be on a high note.

  Letting my eyes peruse her perfect form, I said, “By the way, you look incredible naked.”

  She looked at me expressionless and gave no response.

  “A-a-and…?”

  “And what?” She actually sounded bored.

  “And… Now that you’ve seen and experienced the goods, anything you want to say?”

  “As a matter of fact, there is.”