by Hailey Smoke
I shrugged. “What’s the worst that could happen? You get me drunk? That’s why you have a guest room upstairs.” I detected an odd flash in her eyes but before I could decipher it, she turned away and reached for the bottles on the tray. Silently she mixed two glasses with ice, juice, and vodka before handing one to me. I clinked my glass to hers.
“Cheers!”
We sipped in silence as she watched my face closely. My surprise and pleasure at the taste were not at all feigned.
“This is good.”
“And quite easy to make. Just two ingredients poured over the rocks and stirred slightly. It is not a case of using the wrong or right proportion either. It depends on what you can handle. I made mine a little stronger because you’re driving. But give it a sip.” She held her glass out to me. Rather than take it I allowed her to feed me. I pulled back at the sharp taste of the apple. I nodded my approval.
“That’s good.”
She smiled broadly. “That’s another one for my little parties.”
I smiled and took another sip of my lighter drink. “So, tell me the story behind this house. I know you’ve done your research and you have one.”
She laughed and drew her legs up onto the couch. She tucked her feet underneath and turned to face me, one hand resting along the back of the couch. I shook my head and she frowned. I reached over and pulled her feet out and placed them across my lap.
“You’re begging for a cramp sitting like that. Now tell me about the house.”
She wiggled herself into a comfortable position that found her stacking cushions at her back so that she was in a semi-reclining position. She loosened her hair from the ponytail as she leaned back. She flexed her legs and wiggled her feet then smiled.
“You’re right. This is more comfortable.” She sighed pleasurably and took another sip. “Ahhh. The house. Believe it or not, this baby was a fixer-upper.”
“You’re joking.”
“I’m as serious as a judge. There was no entryway and the walls were a mess. It has been empty for a few years so wear and tear overtime had rotted the floors and gutted the insulation. All I had was a beautiful shell outside and disaster inside.”
“And it spoke to you?”
“It did.”
“Was this around the time you were going through your divorce?” I deliberately kept my head down as I spoke. I placed my now empty glass on the tray and removed her socks. I took one delicate foot between my hands and massaged it gently.
“It was.”
“So, as per your house being matched to folk’s theory, this fixer-upper was therapy for you.” I caressed her instep and raised her foot slightly to get a better grip on her ankle. She held out her empty glass to me. I took it and quickly placed it on the tray before resuming my attention to her feet. I sensed rather than saw her recline even further as I continued the massage.
“It was a lifesaver. I was able to rework the floor plan to my specific needs and voila.”
I brushed my lips along her instep and smiled as her toes scrunched up.
“What are you doing?”
“Admiring your feet.” I slid my hand up to her calf and squeezed lightly. I watched her take a deep breath as she folded her hands across her stomach. I captured and held her gaze as I lifted the leg I held. I bent it forward as far as it could go before placing it along the back of the couch. I heard her sharp intake of breath, but she remained as she was. I gently bent the knee of the leg that had remained in my lap and placed that foot on the floor. Without hesitation, I turned and slid up her body coming to rest in the crook of her legs that I had just created. I pressed my torso into hers and brought her hands up to my shoulders. I gave her one final chance to hesitate. I searched her eyes for resistance and saw nothing but a reflection of my longing.
My body had started growing hard the minute I had placed her feet on my lap and had only gotten harder. I took a deep breath. There was no turning back now. I leaned forward and captured her lips as her eyes fluttered closed. I felt her hands on my shoulder slip to fasten around my neck. My lips moved hungrily over hers. My tongue probed along the sealed crease until finally, I gained entrance. As I surged forward to explore a long low moan escaped her. My tongue found hers and she arched against me.
My hand gripped her thigh as I pressed my body into hers. I felt her undulate beneath me and groaned as she pressed against my hardness. My hand crept up to find the hem of her blouse. A quick tug pulled it out of the waist of her jeans. I made short work of the buttons at the front and the fabric soon fell to the side. Our lips parted as I raised just far enough to pull the blouse off her shoulders. I made quick work of her brassiere. My earlier imagination of what the pendant would look like against her naked skin was nothing to compare to the reality of it. My chest heaved as I cupped her naked breasts in my hands. I played with the hard nipples between each thumb and forefinger and was pleased to see her lean back and sigh in pleasure. She groaned as I bent my head to take first one nipple then the other in my mouth. I suckled and nibbled each nub in turn as she twisted restlessly beneath me. My fingers stroked and caressed her stomach as her hands buried themselves in my hair. she pressed me to her chest as I released the snap on her jeans.
The zipper slid down easily. I continued my assault on her breasts as I used the tips of my fingers to draw circles around her navel. With each rotation, the circle grew wider until the tips of my fingers delved beneath the elastic waist of her panties. Her hips raised slightly. I took it as an invitation. I raised up on my knees and made quick work of stripping off her pants and underwear. I pulled off my own shirt, trousers and boxers before lowering my naked flesh to hers. Slowly I parted her legs and buried my face in her hair. Her hands gripped and flexed on my shoulders as my fingers explored her most private parts. I heard her moan softly as I brushed against her hardened clit. I circled it with my thumb, pressing in as I did and felt her tremble. My hand slid lower and her thighs opened wider to grant me access. I cupped her and felt the heat radiate against my palm. With trembling fingers, I pressed, and it was my turn to groan. She was so damn wet! And hot! I slipped my middle finger into her hot core and felt it gripped in an inferno. She was so tight!
I stroked her, gently at first then with force and urgency. She thrust against my finger as I pressed upward. I felt her inner walls clench and release spasmodically as she neared her peak. She threw her head back as her legs trembled against mine. My body ached to be where my finger was, but I needed to please her first.
“Ahh!!! Oh Connor!!! You’re going to make me… Ahhh!!!”
I held myself still as she crested. I felt her hot juices being released and anticipated what it would feel like when I joined my body to hers a few moments from now. I waited until her breathing slowed and her body relaxed against mine. Slowly I pulled my hand away and raised my head to find her lips. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I pulled her torso tightly against me.
In one fluid movement I pulled my lips from hers and was on my feet. I held her against me as I slowly and carefully made my way up the stairs. I moved with a sense of familiarity. As I entered her sanctuary I flipped on the switch. I wanted to see every inch of her body as it lay against mine.
Gently I lowered us to the bed and found her lips once more. My body throbbed hot and heavy at how close I was, but I waited. Her legs moved restlessly around my waist even as our tongues dueled but I waited. I felt her juices make me slick and several times my wet throbbing head bumped against her entrance but with much self-control I waited. Not until I felt her tiny hand reach down to grip and stroke me did, I lift my head from hers.
“Connor… please.”
“What is it baby?”
“I want…”
“What do you want baby? Tell me what you want.” I nuzzled her neck as she continued to stroke me.
“I need…”
“What does my baby need?” I bit her shoulder and she moaned.
“I need you inside me, Connor. Please
…”
“Put me in baby. I’m all yours.” I tensed as her hand squeezed me gently and tugged at me. her thumb played around the tip, smoothing the abundance of precum that had accumulated. She pulled her legs up so that her knees were almost at my armpits and her ankles were securely locked at my waist. She placed the tip at her entrance, and I felt as if I had died and gone to heaven.
It was now my turn to groan as I slipped into her body. I held her tightly as I pressed deeper. Her legs flexed and tightened, and she buried her face in my hair. her hands reached down to grip my buttocks and she pulled me in completely. Her head went back as I filled her up completely.
Our chests heaved after the rush of our joining. My lips again found hers as I slowly pulled back before thrusting forward yet again. Our tongues mimicked the movement of our bodies as we twisted and ground against each other. I felt as if I was home after a long journey and that my body had finally found the one for which it had been made. She undulated against me as her movements became even more erratic and for the second time that evening, she climaxed.
Her entire body jerked as I hammered into her relentlessly, pushing her to her release. She bowed upward and held that posture. I slipped my hands to the small of her back to cushion her.
“Ahh!!! Connor!”
Her chest heaved as her head thrashed from side to side. I trembled in her embrace as I felt her hot juice flow over me as I lay buried deep within her. I gritted my teeth and lay still as I fought a near losing battle to maintain self-control. It was the battle of the century as her fluttering walls caressed my length and her sweet hot juices bathed me thoroughly. But I held on.
When I felt her body relax, I gently loosened her legs from my waist. She murmured in protest.
“You didn’t…”
I kissed her softly. “Trust me. I will.”
I slipped my hands beneath her buttocks to keep our bodies together then rolled over. I groaned softly as I felt the weight of her body against mine. I took a deep breath as I stretched out beneath her. she sat up and the motion pressed me even deeper. I gripped her hips.
“Ride me baby.”
She placed her hands against my stomach as she began to circle her hips. I gripped her buttocks tightly and pushed and pulled her forcefully against me. she leaned down to capture my lips and I enjoyed the waterfall of her hair that flowed over us. I was tempted to take back the control but remained where I was. She wiggled and rocked as she flexed her body to thoroughly embrace me within. She leaned back once more and tossed her hair behind as she began to ride with a vengeance. She gritted her teeth as her movement grew urgent and erratic.
“Please!!! You’re torturing me!! I want you with me!!! Please!!!”
I felt my control slip at her plea. I pulled her back down to me and rolled us over once again. I felt my body grow impossibly hard. I came up on my knees and looked down to where our bodies joined. Seeing myself slide in and out was my undoing. I was mesmerized as I felt as if I was having an out of body experience and looking down at us on the bed from a distance.
I thrust powerfully, ensuring that every move connected. I felt beads of perspiration run down my back as I moved with military precision. Her hands gripped mine as I gripped her hips and slammed into her. I watched as her breasts jiggled and bounced each time I slammed forward. I felt as if I was starting to fall apart slowly as my chest grew tight and my breathing erratic. Our bodies were slick with perspiration and I felt as if I could no longer get a firm grip.
“Oh fuck, Serena!!! Now you’re the one killing me!!!” I ground out between clenched teeth. My toes twitched as my control slipped. I slammed harder. She rose to meet me each time, her breath escaping on a soft groan as her eyes closed and her head began to roll back and forth.
Harder and faster I began to move as the twitch moved up my calves and lodged behind my knees. My hips became a blur as I recognized the inevitable was upon me. She did not back down. I leaned down to lie between her legs fully once more, resting my weight on my forearms. I searched for and found her lips even as I felt my thighs grow heavy and tight. In that moment every nerve in my body seemed to end in my groin. I felt her telltale twitching and internal spasming and knew this time we would cross over together.
I pressed my body into hers as she bowed up to meet me, wrapping her legs around me once again. I muffled her screams with my own groans as she fell apart around me. I felt my buttocks tighten as a force rushed through me. My limbs stiffened as I pressed harder and deeper than before.
I felt as if every ounce of my being poured into her at that moment. I flexed and strained as our bodies remained joined. Her body drank from my fountain and I felt as if a white-hot explosion went off in my head. Our breaths became one even as our bodies shuddered in completion. Our chests heaved against each other as slowly our lips parted. I place my damp forehead against hers as we fought to regain our breath.
When what felt like an eternity later I felt feeling flow into the rest of my body I sagged slightly. We both sank into the softness of the mattress. She kept her legs locked around me as I lay at rest deep within. I smoothed a damp tendril away from her brow and kissed her gently. Her lips opened and I groaned softly as our tongues met once again.
When my eyes opened the next morning, I felt at peace. Throughout the night Serena and I had reached for each other time and again as we sated our physical craving for each other. It was maybe an hour or two ago that we had finally drifted off to deep slumber.
I stroked the dark hair that was splayed all over my chest as she breathed in deep slumber. I smiled and drew her closer. This was something I could get used to.
7
Serena
“Babe, breakfast is ready.”
Connor looked up from the hood of my car as I called out to him.
“As soon as I’m done changing the oil, luv.”
I wiped my hands on the dishtowel I still held and went back inside. This was one of his rare weekends at home as training was now at full speed as the Grand Prix finals loomed. He had been staying full time in one of the condominiums close to the track that the team had been renting. We had agreed that on the weekends when he had no training, he could catch a cab to me from the station if I was not able to pick him up. Since our first date a few weeks ago it had become a sort of habit for him to stay over. My bedroom and bathroom bore evidence of his presence as each time something new was added. Even now as I went upstairs there was a pair of his socks at the top from where he had dropped them the night before in our haste to ‘reunite’. I smiled at the memory of the look on his face when I had greeted him at the door with a red rose…only a red rose. Afterward, I had jokingly remarked that if he had those lap speeds on the track the Grand Prix was in the bag.
That first morning after our date where I had expected awkwardness, I felt nothing but a sense of comfort and completion. And from all indications the feeling was mutual. We were trying hard to keep it under wraps. But it was getting harder to hide how we felt about each other when we were in public and around each other. Sometimes I wondered if Lucy suspected anything. Her looks had been more smug than usual and her parables more cryptic. I guess it was just a matter of time but for now, we were keeping it to ourselves.
I quickly stripped the sheets and put on fresh ones, then vacuumed the rug. I gave a start as I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.
“I was calling but you obviously couldn’t hear. I’m all done. I’m just going to wash up and eat.” He pecked me on the cheek and moved around me. I put away the vacuum and finished straightening the room. I picked up his jacket and hung it in the closet next to a few of the shirts he had left there.
“You’re building up quite a collection of items here.”
He lounged against the doorway leading to the bathroom as he dried his hands.
“I’d return the favor if my real estate agent would hurry and find me a place. But she’s moving so slowly. I may need to fire her, or better yet sleep with her to see if
that would encourage her to move faster.”
I pretended to consider it. “I don’t think sleeping with her would solve anything. I know from personal experience that sleeping with clients usually has them feeling as if your house is theirs as well. And maybe you’re just being a dick.” I rolled my eyes.
He approached with a predatorial gleam and pulled me into his arms.
“I’m sure someone likes said dick, especially when it’s buried deep inside them.” He nuzzled my neck gently and just like that I melted. I should have known better than to change the sheets so early in the day.
Sometime later we finally made our way downstairs. As he set the now cold breakfast in the microwave to warm, I ran out to the car to grab my neglected gym bag. I looked up as I heard a car alarm chirp. Thinking it was one of my neighbors, my mouth curved in greeting as I went down the driveway. I came to a grinding halt.
My heart plummeted to my feet as a cold, clammy feeling washed over me. Paul. I looked towards the house nervously. Connor. Mortal fear took hold of me as I felt rooted to the spot. I struggled to regain control of my breathing and forced myself to move. I needed to get rid of him as quickly as possible.
“Paul.” I held the bag in front of me. “What are you doing here?”
“Hi, Serena.”
We stared at each other silently. It was not hard to imagine why I had married Paul Dunbar. He was the living breathing front page of an edition of GQ. He had been every girl’s fantasy in university. His natural honey blonde hair was thick and wavy and tempted many hands to run through the luscious tresses. The piercing blue eyes under the perfect brows had captivated many and caused them to swoon as he walked by. His nose was cute. Below that was a pair of lips that must have been fashioned after cupid’s own bow. They were full and pink and the perfect frame for his gleaming white teeth which showed each time he smiled. He stood at an imposing six feet three inches tall. His broad shoulders were the result of having been on the swim team for most of his school life. His pectoral muscles were always clearly outlined as were his biceps, no matter what he wore. His trim stomach bore no fat and tapered to a narrow waist and hips. His legs were string and straight. In short, Paul St. Aubyn Dunbar was a walking wet dream. Many had been in pursuit of him…