I sit down in my chair, flex my fingers and type in the commands to bring the Moore household up on my screen. I start with the downstairs rooms, but I don’t see any sign of her. I move up to her bedroom and I find her there. I zoom in to get a clearer look. She’s standing next to her bed, wearing a short white towel and has a bottle of lotion in her hand.
Jesus Christ.
My dick instantly stands at attention and it feels as though all the blood in my body travels to my groin. Her long blonde hair is wet and hangs straight to the middle of her back. I think about how I gripped her soft hair the other night when I made her come and I wonder if she’s thought about what happened at all. I can’t seem to stop thinking about it. I’ve jerked off in the shower every day since.
Janny unwraps the towel and drops it on her bed. The first sight of her naked body takes my breath away. I’ve never seen such perfection in my life, it’s like she was made for me. I take a deep breath and try to slow my erratic breathing and racing heart. Just looking at her has my body out of control. If we were in the same room now she’d be underneath me and I’d be fucking her, there would be no way I could resist taking her and making her mine. The next time we’re together will end with me knowing exactly what it’s like to be buried inside her pussy.
Janny places her foot up on the bed giving me a clear shot of her cunt. Jesus, seeing her all pink and perfect has me missing the taste of her. I can’t wait to bury my tongue inside her and make her come over and over so I can lick it all up and start again.
She squirts some lotion in her hand and then begins to smooth it on her skin. She uses both hands, moving slowly up and down the length of her leg until it’s rubbed in. She repeats the motion on the other leg and by the time she’s done, I’m convinced she knows I’m watching and is purposely teasing me.
Fuck. I wish I could be there with her. I pick up my cellphone and call Janny while I continue to watch her on the screen. She bends over and pulls her phone from the pocket of her jeans.
“Hello,” she answers a smile on her lips.
“Hey. How are you?” I adjust the waistband on my boxer briefs, pushing it down below my painful hard on. She twirls her hair with her index finger as she answers me.
“I just got out of the shower and I’m about to go to bed.”
I know.
“Are you naked right now?”
She sits down on her bed still playing with her long wet strands. “Yes,” she answers.
“I’m picturing you right now, twirling your hair while we talk.”
A look of surprise crosses her face and she releases her hair. She shifts backwards on her bed to lie on the pillows.
“I know I haven’t seen you naked yet, but my imagination is pretty good.”
She giggles and runs her fingertips up between her breasts, down to the apex of her thighs and back up again. Her hand slides over to toy with one of her nipples.
Oh Jesus, I like where this is going.
I rake my teeth over my bottom lip and contemplate whether I should come right out and ask her to touch herself or not. I want to push her limits—push her out of her comfort zone and introduce her to all the things she’s never done before—Fuck it.
“Touch yourself.” My voice sounds husky with desire.
“What?” she asks me her eyes wide with surprise.
“Touch yourself. Slide your fingers through your wet pussy and make yourself come. I want to hear you.”
I want to watch you.
Listening to her soft, quick breaths in my ear as I watch her hand slip between her legs and her fingers disappear inside her is too much. It’s too rousing, I begin to stroke my dick.
“Does it feel good, baby?” I move my fist slowly up and down the length of my cock and grit my teeth. Watching her like this is so wrong, but it’s so fucking hot. “I can’t wait to be buried inside of you.”
She moans in my ear as she rubs her clit. The sight of her wet fingers circling it is so sensual, I wish it was my tongue. The feeling of her soft, warm, wetness in my mouth and the taste of her are things I’ll never be able to forget.
I can’t wait to have my tongue inside her again. “I’m going to show you who that cunt belongs to. It’s mine. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget.”
“Yes,” she moans. “I want you to.” Both of her knees are bent, her hips are rocking fluidly and with each touch, I get closer to my own release.
The pressure in my dick is almost intolerable, I move my hand faster and faster. “Do you like knowing I’m stroking myself while you touch your pussy?” It’s a struggle to get the words out. My breaths are short and harsh in her ear, while I pump my cock tightly with my fist.
“Oh God, yes,” she moans. “I want to hear you make yourself come.”
Jesus. I didn’t think this could be any hotter, but knowing that she has those thoughts about me is such a turn on.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers and pretend it’s my cock inside of you.”
She gasps as she pushes two of her fingers inside of her pussy. She’s so wet I can hear her juices every time her fingers slide in and out of her cunt. She moans and I watch her as she starts to come, her legs shaking and her head thrown back. Watching her tremble through her orgasm sends me into my own. I groan when I release hard, my dick shooting come all over me.
* * *
The moment I hear the knock on my door my stomach turns over with a combination of excitement and nerves. Inhaling deeply, I remind myself I want this—I want her and I’ll be buried inside her sweet pussy by the end of the night.
I open the door and once she’s cleared the threshold her lips are on mine. My hands go to the back of her waist and slide up to caress along her spine, while our mouths become reacquainted. It’s only been a week since my lips were on hers, but the real thing is so much better than my memories.
The moment our tongues touch, it’s explosive like a match has been thrown on gasoline. Our kiss is hotter than any I’ve ever experienced. My fingers roughly grip her hips, pulling her forward until every inch along the front of her body is touching mine. Our kissing doesn’t stop when I pull her jacket from her shoulders and throw it on the floor. My lips leave hers as I trail them down her neck, along the line of her collarbone and down to where her shirt drapes slightly off one shoulder.
The urge to have her is overwhelming and I can’t wait any longer to make her mine. She gasps when I sweep her off her feet and into my arms. Her eyes are wide as I carry her to my bedroom. I place her gently down on her back in the middle of my king-sized bed before I kneel beside her. My fingers gently sweep along her forehead before trailing down her cheek.
“Before we go any further I want to make sure you want this as much as I do.” My eyes search hers for any indecision.
“I do. I want you,” she answers without any hesitation.
I close my eyes and grit my teeth, taking a moment to settle down. She has me on the edge of snapping and I don’t want the first time we’re together to be an out of control fuck. There’s plenty of time for that later, maybe even later tonight. I can’t frighten her off before I’ve had her. If she knew all the filthy things I want to do to her it would scare her the fuck away.
“Touch me, Kyle.” She pulls her shirt up over her head. I groan at the sight of her in a black satin bra. Her breasts are pushed up so high, they’re almost spilling out of the cups.
“Fuck.” I’m overcome with visions of thrusting my cock in the dark valley between them when I lean over her. I’m so hard right now it’s fucking painful. I unsnap the front of her bra with the hand I’m not leaning on. My breath halts when the bra parts and I see her naked breasts.
Jesus Christ.
She’s fucking perfection and I know I don’t deserve to be here with her. I know Janny’s way too good for me, but I can’t walk away from her. I’ve already become dependent on our daily phone calls; her sweet voice is my favorite sound. I’m so far gone for her and, despite kn
owing this will end tragically, I need her too much to let her go.
My head lowers down and I wrap my lips around her dark pink nipple. I suck gently on it, cupping her other breast in my hand, circling her nipple with my thumb. Her moan turns into a gasp when my teeth gently bite on her tender flesh. My hands skate down the length of her stomach until coming to rest on the button of her jeans. My index finger teases her soft skin inside the waistband of her jeans as she lifts her hips up toward me.
“Please,” she moans, her hands gripping the sheets.
I close my eyes and grind my teeth.
Hearing her beg is putting my limits to the test. I want to tear the rest of her clothes off and bury my cock inside her more than anything, but this must be the best it can be for her. My fingers undo the button and slide down the zipper. She lifts her hips up for me. I pull her pants and panties off and in the dim lighting of my bedroom I can see her pussy glistening with desire. My fingers move through her wetness and slip inside of her to caress the spot I know will drive her wild. I slide down lower on the bed and let my tongue circle her clit. She lifts her hips, working toward her orgasm, but I don’t want any help.
“Hold still,” I demand.
She immediately obeys.
“Don’t move baby. I’ll stop, if you do.” My fingers continue to caress inside her, as I suck gently on her clit. Her breaths leave her in short gasps while she gets closer and closer to her orgasm. I would love to draw it out, take my time and make her wait for it, but I’m going to explode if I don’t get my cock inside of her pussy as soon as possible. I flick my tongue over her clit a few more times, pushing her into her orgasm.
“Kyle.” The way she moans my name when she comes is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I slide my tongue through her juices, licking up my reward for making her come.
I tear off my shirt, standing on the floor to undo my pants. I push them down with my boxers and kick them off in record time. I grab a condom from my nightstand and roll it on before settling on the bed between her thighs.
I want to go slow, but her legs are spread wide, exposing her entire pussy to me. The sight of her, all pink and wet is a temptation I can’t resist. My cock is throbbing, my need for her like a heartbeat, I tease her opening, only the tip entering her. I pull back and thrust in a bit more. My muscles tense, trying to hold back, but she’s so fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt her. Each time my hips move I’m sliding in a little bit further until I’m finally all the way inside of her.
Holy fuck.
The way her wet heat is wrapped so tightly around my cock is the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. I pull my hips back and thrust deep into her again, groaning with pleasure. Her legs wrap around my hips and I lower my chest down to hers, taking her lips in a hungry kiss. Gripping her hands in mine and holding them above her head, we’re connected in every way possible, I roll my hips against hers over and over.
Her moans are driving me on and my thrusts become faster and more forceful. I release one of her hands and slide mine down to rub her clit. It’s only a minute before I can feel the quivers of her orgasm and the tremble of her legs as they continue to grip my hips. With her pussy squeezing me tight, I groan and come harder than I ever have before.
I hold her close while I wait for our breathing to calm down. Fuck, I came so hard my head is aching. Her fingers move to my hair and she lightly scratches the back of my scalp. I lift my head up and look down into her eyes. The lighting is low, but the soft smile on her lips tells me she’s happy and right now it’s all I care about. I’m so fucking relieved she’s not regretting it.
“That was incredible,” I say, leaning down to brush her lips with mine.
“Yes,” she answers shyly, a pink flush on her cheeks. I climb off the bed and head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I come out she’s under the covers and the sight of her in my large bed, with her tousled blond hair fanning across the black pillow case, causes a tug in my chest. I pull back the comforter and lie down next to her, cradling her in my arms while she curls up on my chest. I kiss the top of her head and bury my nose in her hair, breathing in the soft floral scent as I drift off to sleep.
* * *
There’s no better way to begin my day than with Janny in my arms. I love having her here with me, sleeping peacefully while cuddled against me. It’s early yet, only a little after six, but I know I’m awake for good.
Pain keeps me from a solid night’s rest more often than not and then there’s the nightmares leftover from my shooting. I went to talk to a therapist after it happened and he diagnosed me with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I’m much better about handling loud noises now, than when the accident was fresh. I used to dive to the ground, taking cover; sometimes it would happen in a public place. I don’t ever want Janny to see that side of me.
I slip from the bed without disturbing her, putting on a pair of navy blue pajama bottoms and head to the kitchen. After making myself a cup of coffee I sit down at the table and think about what happened last night. It seems like a dream to me. After all the times I’ve fantasized about making love to Janny, it’s difficult to grasp that it happened, and it was so much more than I imagined. I lean my elbows on the table and drop my head to my hands.
What happens now? Do we settle into a relationship and see where this can go or do I set her free now, knowing I’m sparing her the heartache sure to come later?
Do I selfishly grasp this chance at happiness no matter how fleeting it might be? I grip my fingers in my hair and pray I’ll do the right thing. God help me, but I want to be with her and I don’t think I’m strong enough to walk away.
I’m a selfish bastard for wanting to let this play out between us, knowing my life could end quick like the snap of my fingers.
What Janny doesn’t know, what she can never know, is that there’s a bullet fragment still lodged in my brain. It’s like a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off. If it shifts even one millimeter it will end my life instantly. It’s inoperable and someday it’ll be the end of me. I’ve been living with this for three years now, waiting and wondering how much more time is left before the end is here?
Fate is a fucking bitch for putting her in that house for me to see, because all I want to do now is cling to the happiness Janny’s brought to my life, knowing this might be my last chance at experiencing love. I know I should push her away and spare her from ever having to deal with the pain of losing me.
“Good morning.”
I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t hear her come into the kitchen.
I raise my head up; my eyes take her in from head to toe as she walks toward me. Her long blonde hair is tousled and she’s wearing one of my plain white t-shirts. She’s so tiny it falls to just above her knees, it drapes loosely so I can’t see the shape of her body underneath it, but I swear it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. The way the distended tips of her nipples are poking through the worn material is making my mouth water. Is she wearing panties under there? Or is she bare and waiting for my cock to slip inside her once more?
“Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?” I push my chair back making room for her to fit between the table and me.
“I slept wonderful.” She smiles, her eyes still clouded with sleep as she steps between my legs and cups my cheek with her hand. I take her fingers, kiss her palm and pull her closer to me. Her nipples are pointing right at me and I do what any normal red-blooded male would. I start to touch her, my fingertips teasing along the outer edges of her thighs, before moving around to cup the back of them. She gasps at their first contact and I smile as I slowly slide my hands up over her silken skin wondering what I’ll find when I reach her delectable ass. Will it be encased in the black satin panties she had on last night—the ones that matched her hot as hell bra? Or will I find her perfect ass bare and ready for the imprint of my hand?
In the few seconds I take to explore, my cock has become hard enough to pound nails or at le
ast to pound her beautiful, pink pussy. My hands reach their destination and I discover her bare like I’d hoped she’d be. Fuck.
I stand up so quickly my chair tips over, clattering loudly to the floor. Janny’s eyes go wide with surprise, before I spin her around and push her onto the table. I place one of my hands on the middle of her back and clasp the other firmly around her hip. She inhales sharply when the front of her body makes contact with the cold wood. My hands move down to the hem of the shirt she’s wearing and slip underneath, moving slowly up the warm smooth skin of her back, pushing the material with them. I trail kisses from the bottom of her spine all the way up. She’s so tiny only the tips of her toes remain on the floor when I lean over kissing along her neck, moving up to whisper in her ear.
“I’ve been tested and it was negative. Are you on birth control?”
“Yes, the pill.”
Fuck, I’ve got to be inside her now. I shove my pants down to my thighs and pull her hips back toward me.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” I ask as my hand moves between her legs and I find her pussy dripping for me. “You’re so wet. Do you want my cock?” I tease her, sliding it back and forth along her slit.
“Yes. God, yes. Please.”
Once I hear her beg for it, I can’t hold back any longer. I’m inside her with one forceful motion, all thoughts of being gentle lost, when I feel the walls of her tight pussy squeezing my bare cock. I draw back and thrust into her again, rocking her body against the table. Fuck, I’ve never experienced anything like this. I wrap her hair around my left hand, pulling her head back so I can bite on her neck. My right hand wraps around her hip, gripping it.
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