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by K. T. Red


  “Hey! Stop that, you minx!” I close my mouth, pressing my lips together before parting them again, forming a kiss on his delicious flesh. I tilt my head back and throw my hands over my head until they reach his ass. He gasps as I kiss the head of him, taking just the tip between my hungry lips.

  His voice catches I his throat as he rocks slightly, easing more of his velvety flesh between my lips. I bring my tongue into play, flicking the rim of the helmet.

  “Oh....fuck.....yeah.....” Leaning further over me, he urges more of his length into my busy mouth while his hands find my breasts. Warm, friendly hands massage my flesh as my mouth weaves the most evil but pleasurable spell on his cock. My hands keep stroking and fondling his firm ass as his balls hover over me.

  I swirl my tongue around as he rocks, sucking as he thrusts. Tilting my head further still, I arch my back, pushing my breasts up higher into the most wonderful, dexterous manipulation. The change of angle allows him to thrust a little deeper.

  “Holy fuck! Oh.....Sarah....!” From my very limited viewpoint, I can see the effort clearly written all over his face as he paces himself, restraining from his usual rampant, deep thrusting. I’d probably choke to death if he did. So I keep sucking and licking as much as he manages to slide in. His hands slide down my body but thankfully stay just the right side of decency.

  I bring my hands forward to tickle his balls, triggering immediate groans and deep, throaty chuckles. “Oh........Sarah.......” I enjoy playing a rare passive role, letting him dictate the pace according to his need. All I do is relish his enjoyment as he feeds that most delicious flesh to me. “Lick me.....taste me.....suck....suck......oh.....!”

  His speed increases as does the intensity of his massage. Fingers tweak my nipples and his massage resumes as his hands race all over my body and his breathing quickens. I feel the strong, salty taste of his pre-cum as it floods into my mouth and naturally I suck it all up, swallowing everything. He gasps as I suck and swallow, my hands roaming wildly over his thighs and ass. I want to scratch, to scratch his delicious ass and leave my mark - but I can’t, can I?

  I moan as he pushes as much as he can into my mouth, the head sliding over my tongue and nudging the back of my throat. He’s gasping and groaning - incoherent, happy, about-to-be-satisfied sounds. His hands still, resting calmly on each breast as he tenses and a low, guttural groan fills the room. And then he’s there - and jets of his hot, salty spunk burst onto my tongue, the taste of it simply divine and the throbs of his orgasm reverberate around my lips.

  Chapter Four

  I close my eyes in a heady blend of triumph and satisfaction - and maybe even pride. I listen to Scott as he sighs and moans - the delightful throaty sounds of a man in a happy state of sexual fulfilment. My hands stroke and caress him, softly touching his body as he lowers his hand to hold mine.

  I open my mouth, allowing him to slide out but giving his pulsing flesh one final lingering kiss. For a moment, he leaves his cock lie against my cheek and lets me feel the throbs as they gradually ebb. Keeping hold of my hand, Scott climbs onto the bed and collapses, his head resting on my stomach. His face is turned towards me, a large, contented smile all over it.

  “Mmmmm! That was......”

  “Good?” I suggest.

  He kisses my hand. “It was.......”

  “Delicious?”

  He chuckles. “Well, I imagine it was judging by the way you gobbled me up! No, it was....”

  “Great?”

  “It was......so......”

  “Amazing?”

  “Yes, you are!“ He kisses my stomach, sighing as he presses his face into my flesh. “Oh.......Sarah....” He groans and turns his face back to look at me, still smiling. “You are just ......so.......fine.......!”

  I throw my head back and laugh. “Why, thank you. I aim to please.”

  “Oh God....you do that alright.”

  I reach down and ruffle his hair. “Just you wait until you get your breath back!”

  He groans quietly and closes his eyes, still smiling. “All morning just one thought was running through my head.” He rolls onto his side, his resting cock tickling as it falls against me. “I just wanted to grab hold of you the second I walked through your door, throw you to the floor and fuck you senseless - over and over again.”

  “Did you now?”

  He sighs, still smiling and still with his eyes shut. “I did - I still do. I pictured your lovely face as you came, screaming and calling out my name. I felt your hot, wet sex all over my cock and your tits in my hands. I wanted to fuck you until my cock felt like it was on fire. I wanted to spread your legs and drive in hard. I wanted to feel you riding me like a rodeo cowgirl with your tits bouncing and your ass in my hands. I wanted to fuck you from behind so fucking hard! Oh God, that ass of yours.........”

  I smirk. “I see.”

  He takes a deep breath. “And then I wanted to fuck you some more. And then more and more again. And if we had any time left, I‘d fuck you again for good measure.” He opens his eyes and lifts a hand to lazily fondle a breast. “And then when I get here - you’re having a bloody good wank! I can’t believe you started with out me - you absolute saucy mare!”

  I smile and shrug my shoulders. “Sorry - just couldn’t help myself!”

  “I could hear you when I was halfway up the fucking path! For one awful moment, I thought you were with someone else.”

  I laugh. “Oh, Scott, I’m sorry. But you should be flattered. I’d been the like that all morning. Back and forth to the loo to wipe myself such was my moisture level! I even had a cold shower when I got home to try and cool myself down. But that didn’t help - it dragged me straight back to the rain last week. And, well, you saw the effect that had on me...”

  Scott kisses my stomach. “Don’t remind me. You are mad - you do know that, don’t you? Totally mad. The image of you bent over my car in the pouring rain will stay with me a long, long time - as will the sight of you writhing all over your bed with a vibrator. You are just so uninhibited, it’s fucking brilliant. I almost snatched it out of your hand and fucked you there and then! My God - you are one hell of a horny girl!”

  “I am. And this afternoon, I’m a horny girl that’s all yours, handsome.“ I wink suggestively and lick my lips. “And I’m also a thirsty girl.”

  “I’ve just given you a nice big drink!” He winks back.

  “True but it’s a blast of coffee I need. Want one?” I ease myself out from under him but lean down to give him a quick kiss. His eyes never leave me as I slip on a thin wrap. Don’t look at me like that, you gorgeous man. I may never let you go home.

  “Please.”

  Chapter Five

  I leave him sprawled on the bed - still smiling - as I go downstairs to the kitchen. Apart from my bedroom, this is my favourite place. Full of daylight, clean, uncluttered and calm. Bright and airy. Homely. All my pots and pans and crockery - and my chunky, bright, mismatched mugs. I fill the kettle and choose two mugs - yellow for me and blue for my boy.

  I watch as the kettle boils, the steam billowing in hot clouds. I can’t help but smile when I think about some of the things Scott’s said to me since we started our involvement. Insatiable and uninhibited. Horny. Sexy. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t this way - that I was normal. I think that my life would be so much easier if I was how I used to be all those years ago.

  I used to believe in true love, in having that one soul mate - in having the happy ever after. I was so happy. I was in love. I had led a pretty sheltered life until I met Him. My sex life before Him had been as good as nothing - awkward and uncomfortable but above all disappointing. I assumed that the problem was mine, that the lack of fireworks and explosions was my fault - that there must be something wrong with me. Frigid is a horrible, spiteful word.

  But with Him it was nothing less than a
n absolute revelation. Everything just felt so natural and so.......so........good. I did things with Him I’d never done with any man before. All those special feelings and sensations I thought I couldn’t feel simply fell into place so easily. Finally, I understood how it was meant to be. I was finally born.

  The loss of Him from my life left me totally devastated. I felt so much grief and anger, like my life was over. I was destroyed. I sank into myself. Shut the world out. Hid myself away. I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone near me, touching me. I swore I’d never let anyone get close to me again. Not ever.

  Three long, dark and profoundly unhappy and lonely years later, I got very drunk one night and pounced on a complete stranger. I didn’t even ask his name. I almost raped the poor sod! It was the most degrading, humiliating and shameful thing I’ve ever done. I ran all the way home and scrubbed my body red raw in a scorching hot shower then cried myself to sleep.

  The next day, I got on with my life - and I haven’t looked back since. I kept count for a while then failed to see the point. I’d stopped screwing anything that moved as a means of revenge and started doing it purely for my own pleasure. And I got very good at it. But I always keep them at arm’s length - emotionally speaking. In spite of all my ballsy bravado, I’m not sure I could survive love again.

  “Penny for your thoughts?”

  I’d been so lost in my memories that I hadn’t heard Scott come into the kitchen. He stands in the doorway, looking at me - with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

  “And how long have you been standing there- spying on me?”

  “Only a few seconds. You just looked so - I don’t know - sad.”

  I shut the past back in it’s cupboard. Putting the smile back on my face, I hand him his coffee. “Now why would I be sad when I’ve got you all to myself for the next few hours?”

  He takes a quick sip. “So - no regrets or anything? You would tell me, wouldn’t you?” He sounds a little worried. It’s very appealing.

  “No - none at all. Well, maybe just a few little guilties, that’s all.”

  “Guilties?”

  “About your wife - and your children, mainly your children. What kind of woman looks forward to spending an afternoon shagging a married man with two little kids?”

  He holds his hand out to me. “Come on, Sarah. Let’s go back to bed.” His hand wraps around mine as he lowers his face to me. “Before we proceed with the shagging, I’d quite like a bit of a cuddle -if that’s alright with you.”

  I chuckle. “Oh wow - a man who actually wants to cuddle! You‘re the one.”

  “In spite of a common held belief to the contrary, some of us men do enjoy a good cuddle. I’ve kissed you, tasted you and been buried ball deep inside you. But I’ve never held you - and I’d like to. Very much. Please.”

  “I’d like that too.” He kisses me with a softness I’ve not known from him before then takes me by the hand and leads me back upstairs.

  Chapter Six

  Scott’s body moulds to mine like it was born to be there. I take a deep breath, sighing as his hand cups a breast. This simple gesture isn’t one of lust, it’s one of comfort, of seeking and giving comfort and reassurance.

  “Sarah?”

  “Yes, Scott.”

  “Can I ask you something? It’s a bit personal.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “Scott, you’re lying in my bed after seeing every naked little inch of me - and from a very unusual angle!”

  “Okay then. Why are you single?”

  Without meaning to, I feel myself tensing slightly. “Why not? It isn’t compulsory for a woman to settle down. No-one says anything if a man stays single so why is a woman staying single so strange to understand?”

  “That’s not really an answer.” He brushes my hair off a shoulder before kissing it. “A woman like you should be happily loved up with a nice man - maybe even married. But not single. And not getting by on fuck-friends. It doesn’t seem right. Or fair somehow.”

  I brush my cheek against his arm. “You’re married and you’re not happy - are you?”

  “Ouch, Sarah! That was a bit below the belt.”

  “I know and I’m sorry - but it’s true or you wouldn’t be here with me, would you?”

  “I suppose not. But....”

  “But what?”

  “But I’m glad I am.” He takes a nibble of my shoulder. “Very glad. Does that bother you?”

  “A little bit.” I turn slightly and feel his lips brush my face. “But I’m very glad you’re here too.” I surprise myself by letting him in a little and dropping my guard. “There was someone - a long time ago. It ended badly and I was so very hurt. And damaged.” I turn back, kissing his arm as he pulls me closer.

  “Oh, Sarah. I’m so sorry.”

  I shrug. “Shit happens.” It’s a very lucky person who hasn’t been shit on by someone they’ve loved at some point in their lives.

  Scott pulls me so close and gives me big hug. “I don’t think you’re damaged. You’re probably just....”

  “Just what?”

  “I don’t know really - affected I suppose.” He kisses the top of my head, burying his face in my hair. “And probably very understandably more than a little bit scared.”

  “Me? Scared?” I close my eyes.

  “Nothing wrong in being scared. Everyone gets scared. I think you’re very brave - beautiful and brave.” He squeezes me tighter still. Is he trying to asphyxiate me? “For what it’s worth, he must have been one absolute fucking arsehole!”

  I lower a hand and rest it on his thigh. He lifts his leg and wraps it over me. “Tell me about her - your wife.”

  He sighs. “I’m not sure this is quite the right place to talk about her.”

  I stroke his leg. “Think of me as your own unique and very personal marriage guidance counsellor.”

  He laughs. “She’s called Claire. We’ve been together for six years, married for five.”

  “What’s she like?”

  “Looks wise, she’s small, very slim - skinny almost - even after two children. Dark hair, green eyes and, at the moment, she’s not very happy at all. And I don’t know what to do.”

  “Do you still love her?”

  “Oh wow, Sarah! That’s one million dollar question.”

  “It’s a very simple question, Scott. Either you love someone or you don’t.”

  “When we first met, she was so much fun. It was her laugh that first attracted me - her sense of fun, her joy of life and the fact that she was permanently on heat! Some days we wouldn’t even bother to get out of bed! Six years and two children later, she’s become withdrawn and distant, almost a stranger. When Katie was born, she soon went back to being her old self. But Jack wasn’t planned - maybe that’s what the problem is, I don’t know. She is such a fantastic mother but.....”

  “But you don’t want a mother.”

  “No. I have a mother already. Sometimes it’s like I’m on autopilot, you know, like I’m just going through the motions. I feel like I’m no longer required - that I’ve fulfilled my duties and given her the children. I know it must be hard for her being at home all day with two kids but......” He takes a deep breath and continues. “If you’d asked me that question a few months ago, I’d have answered yes - with no hesitation at all.”

  He loosens his grip and I manage to swivel around. I nuzzle his chest as one hand strokes his arm. “And now?”

  His hand travels slowly down my back and I feel the first, gentle stirrings of him. “And now.....I just don’t know anymore.” Another hand lazily fondles a breast. “All I know is how I feel when I’m with you. You make me feel so good. You make me feel like a man again.”

  I pull his head down to me and kiss him slow and lingering. “You must promise not to fall in love with
me.”

  He smiles and squeezes my ass, growing bigger and harder. “Oh, Sarah. At this precise moment in time, I’ll promise you anything.” I manage to wriggle a hand free to hold him. “Anything in the world.” I stroke him gently, feeling him grow. “Absolutely anything.”

  Chapter Seven

  And then his mouth is upon me. Hot, hungry lips burn into mine as I stroke his ever-hardening, ever-growing length. I feel a rush of blood and fire within me as he kisses me hard and passionate. I finally break the kiss, desperate for air. I hold him firmly, my thumb sliding across his swollen head as he groans. That hot, burning flesh feels wonderful in my hand and just a few subtle movements with my thumb is enough to produce a long, deep groan.

  “Remember when I walked in on you in the warehouse?”

  He closes his eyes, smiling and sighing. “How could I forget? I’ve never been more embarrassed in my whole life! I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me!”

  “I’d never watched a man masturbate before.” I stroke him so slowly. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you as you stood there with your cock in your hand. I was completely mesmerised.”

  “Mmmmm. I much prefer my cock in your hands. Or in your mouth.” He groans. “Or in your sex.”

  “I couldn’t move. You‘d captivated me. I was hypnotised. Entranced.” More slow strokes. More sighs and moans. “I knew in that instant that I had to have you. No matter what, I just had to know how it would feel to have what was in your hand deep inside me.”

  He groans my name before rolling me onto my back. I love the feel of the weight of him on top of me, his cock still wrapped inside my hand. I free him and throw my hands over my head, bringing them down to rest on his back. I wrap my legs around his waist as he fidgets, pressing the base of his hard length against me.

  My breasts are squashed against his chest and I can feel my heartbeat - and his. Those beautiful brown eyes are dark with desire and hunger and need. I feel my arousal awaken as the weight of him presses hard against my sex. I gasp as he pushes against me, the hard length of him sandwiched between us. My God, the effect he has on me is almost instant. It’s fantastic. I’m already moist and warm and ready for him.

 

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