Love In A Nick Of Time

by Stephanie Jean Smith

  “1632," Samantha said as she followed him to the elevator bank. Allen impatiently punched the up button. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. He encircled her waist with his arm, pressing his erection into her ass.

  “Do you have any condoms in your room? I only have two left and that won’t be enough.”

  “I have two boxes.”

  Allen knew he was being irrational but he was more than a little pissed. Why in the hell did she need two boxes of condoms? Who did she plan on fucking at the wedding? “What did you possible plan on doing with two boxes of condoms?”

  Samantha was surprised by his reaction she thought he would be pleased, men were just contrary. “The only reason you didn’t have a box with you was because it couldn’t fit it in your wallet. You planned on having a sexual rendezvous yourself. I don’t like double standards.”

  “The only person I plan on spending this weekend with is you. I bought a box at the drug store this morning, but I only had room in my wallet for three.”

  Samantha rubbed up against him, “I was hoping when I tracked you down at your office that we’d end up this way so I bought two boxes. I didn’t know if one box would be enough for you.”

  “I don’t think I can wait until we reach your room.” As soon as the elevator arrived, Allen hustled Samantha inside and pinned her against the wall as he lifted up her dress.

  “What are you doing?” Samantha was hot for Allen. Thank God no one else was on the elevator.

  “Open your legs!” Samantha immediately obeyed his command. “Good girl. You keep obeying orders and I’ll give you everything you need. I can’t believe I didn’t get a taste of your sweetness in the banquet room.”

  He got on his knees and lifted her left leg over his shoulder. Allen could smell her essence and he could also feel the pull on his erection. Allen pushed the scrap of underwear aside giving him complete access to her heat. He heard the elevator ding from floor to floor as his tongue licked through the folds of her nether lips.

  Samantha almost lost her balance as Allen found her clit with his tongue. “I’m going to come again.”

  “I know I feel your wetness.” Allen licked her clit one more time before pinching it. Her knees were buckling and he moved even closer to keep her from falling. Allen frigged her with three fingers until she came.

  Samantha screamed his name, never had she come so hard from oral sex. “I can barely stand.”

  Allen pulled her dress down and steadied her just as the elevator reached her floor. “That was a part of the plan sweetheart; I wanted to keep you off kilter until we reached your room.” Allen steered her out of the elevator and found her room. As they stood in front of her room he held out his hand for her key.

  Samantha rummaged through her pursed and gave him the plastic key. She watched the green arrow come on, allowing them entrance into her suite. Allen pushed her into the room, before he closed the door he hung out the do not disturb sign. She dropped her purse on the dresser and began taking off her clothes.

  “Take it all off except the garter.” Allen quickly stripped off his jacket and shirt. He took out his wallet removing the remaining two condoms in his wallet. He kept one condom putting the other one on the dresser for later. He made short work of his pants and his jockeys then he stroked his cock while watching Samantha undress.

  Samantha was mesmerized by his beautiful tanned skin. He looked like a track star; long, lean, and very muscular. His erection was a work of art it was magnificently long and thick. She licked her lips as thoughts of taking his length into her mouth.

  “If you keep staring at me like that I’m going to come without you. I’d much rather come inside you. If you care about that dress I suggest you take it off now before I rip it from your body.” Allen wanted to screw Samantha until she couldn’t walk. He wanted to be a part of her so she could never leave him again. He smoothed the condom onto his hard length and moved towards her, he felt the heat rising in his blood; feeling like an animal in rut.

  Samantha stripped off all her clothes until she was standing naked before him except for the garter. Allen was definitely an Alpha male. The way he looked at her made her proud of her body, but she also had the urge to flee. She saw lust, desire, and possessiveness in his gaze. He made her want and feel things that she couldn’t have: marriage, babies, and a house with the white picket fence. Allen must have sensed her turmoil because at that moment he picked her up and place her on the bed like she was the most precious woman in his world.

  Allen sucked on her ear lobe and whispered in her ear. “I know what you’re thinking, but it’s too late for you to run. It was too late for you in Chicago. You’re mine now and I take care of everything that belongs to me.

  Samantha could feel the heat radiating from his body. This man was going to be the death of her. “Take me Allen don’t make me wait any longer.”

  Allen spread her legs and settled himself between them. If he didn’t get inside her soon he was going to explode. He rammed his cock in to her hot center until he was balls deep. Samantha was chanting his name and he knew he was going to lose her to her climax any second. Allen was using his tongue to mate with her mouth as his cock pounded into her hot pussy. He kept fucking her faster and faster he pulled out suddenly leaving her gasping.

  Samantha’s body started to jerk, when he pulled out of her. “What are you doing? You can’t leave me like this?” Allen was playing with her; she wanted him to finish what he started.

  Allen had Samantha where he wanted her, at this moment she would promise him anything. “Tell me how much you want me!”

  Samantha couldn’t believe he would choose this moment to start playing games. “Quit playing around Allen or I’ll finish without you.” Allen gave her a feral grin; this asshole knew that she’d rather make love with him than some toy or her fingers.

  “I don’t think you have anything in this room that can get you off like I can.” He entered her again and Samantha climax after a few strokes. Her vagina clutching him until he came minutes later.

  They laid on the bed trying to catch their breath. Samantha rolled onto her side facing him, running her fingers over his broad chest. “Why the games?”

  Allen opened his eyes and stared at his woman. Before meeting Samantha in Chicago he hadn’t had that much sex in one night since his early twenties. “You were about to come too soon, so I decided to make you wait for it.” He let out a laugh as Samantha hit him with a pillow.

  “You bastard, take that.” Allen was laughing so hard he fell off the bed.

  Allen pulled her off the bed on top of him. “I may be a bastard, but you can’t wait for me to love you again. Don’t deny it even now I smell your arousal.”

  Samantha wanted this man in so many ways that had nothing to do with sex. “Yes,” she whispered as she rimmed his ear with her tongue. “I need to freshen up before we start session three and four, if you like you can join me in the shower.” Samantha gave him a quick peck on the lips and winked at him.

  He sat up and watched her luscious ass bounce all the way to the bathroom. He needed to freshen up too. Whether Samantha knew it or not round three was going to take place in the shower. Allen grabbed his last condom off the dresser and joined his woman in the shower.

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  Chapter 5

  Samantha tried to stretch as she woke up, but Allen’s body hindered her movements. He partially laid on top of her with one arm wrapped around her as his other hand cupped her mound. He squeezed her and inserted one finger into her.

  “Are you sore?” Allen whispered in her ear as he inserted another finger into her wetness. “Can I take you again or do you need to soak that honey pot first, in a long hot bath?”

  Samantha caught her breath as she grinded her pelvis against his fingers. “Oh, I can take you, the real issue is can you get it up. She turned around to face him dislodging his hand from her wet sheath. “I’m just surprised a man your age can keep going. I mean eight times within 24 hours has
got to be a record.” Samantha rubbed her forefinger over his full lips; his tongue slipped outside his mouth and licked her finger.

  Allen reached over her and pulled another condom out of the box. At first he was peeved that she had two boxes of condoms on hand. What kind of woman carried that many condoms around? He calmed down after Samantha told him she bought the condoms for him. Two great minds think alike, who knows, at the rate they’re going two boxes may not be enough to last out the day.

  Allen placed Samantha in the middle of the wrecked bed and sat there a few minutes studying her body. He should be exhausted, but he was good for a few more rounds. It was this woman, the hold she had on him that kept him hard all night long. “Miss Graham, I have sucked, licked, fingered, and made love to you all night long, but this time I’m going to give it to you hard and slow.”

  The whole time he was talking Allen was jacking off. His cock was already erect and he certainly didn’t need any more stimuli. Samantha stuck her fingers in her wetness before rubbing her tight nipples; then she stuck one of her fingers in her mouth. Allen was hissing at her as he pulled the condom up his long, thick length.

  “Don’t do that again.” Allen pulled her hand away from her mouth and grabbed her other wrist and put them above her head. “Keep your hands above you head. I told you before that your pussy belongs to me, so don’t touch it unless I tell you to.”

  Allen’s words should have pissed her off, but they just made her hotter. Samantha watched him as he walked across the room; he had the sexiest walk she ever seen. His walk was a combination of Denzel Washington, Bruce Lee, and Russell Wong, not too fast but definitely a man who exuded confidence. “What are you looking for?”

  “I’m looking for something to tie you up with.” Allen turned to face her to catch her reaction. Her nipples stood erect and he could see her juices running out of her wet center. “I see the idea excites you.”

  Allen found his discarded tie and he came to the bed to tie her hands together. “When you come I want you to scream my name. I want you to acknowledge whose giving you pleasure.” He started off by messaging her feet as he sucked her toes and kissed his way up her body. He totally ignored her vagina stopping at her belly button. “Did you know that the belly button is supposed to be one of the most undiscovered erogenous zones on a woman’s body? Let’s put it to the test.”

  Allen dipped his tongue inside her belly button then he began swirling it round and round. She felt an electric shock all the way to her clit; she could feel the wetness on her legs. “Please make love to me Allen.”

  He got between her legs and pushed her legs open as far as they would go. “You are so wet for me. I love watching you come. Did you know that your eyes change colors when you’re aroused?”

  Allen loved her beautiful brown skin and he liked seeing his hands on her body. His cocked jerked when he thought of the beautiful babies they would make. He entered her slowly and drove into her tight sheath until the root of his cock met the lips of her pussy. He began to move back and forth making sure he stroked her g-spot, he knew she would come sooner than later. Tears were rolling down her face as he continued to pump in and out, never breaking his concentration.

  “Allen don’t stop!” Samantha started screaming his name over and over again as she came. She felt Allen’s climax as it hit she felt him jerking within her.

  Once day soon Allen was going to feel that again, but when it happened, there will be no latex between them. He wanted to mark her with his seed, like a lion marking his property. He could barely move, but he took the time to untie her wrists before lying on his back.

  She traced one of his nipples with her finger. “So what’s on the agenda today?”

  Allen wanted to say, sex, sex, and more sex. “Well I guess we have to attend the post wedding brunch, but after that I’m free what about you.”

  “Yeah, I have to attend the brunch or Debra and Kevin will worry.”

  Allen pulled her on top of his body, his cock was twitching already as he saw the knowingly look in her eyes. “How long are you staying in Seattle?”

  “A week, then I have to go back home.”

  “Where is home?”

  “Omaha, Nebraska, a long way from Seattle.”

  The last thing Allen wanted to talk about is her departure from Seattle. “Not too far away for what we have. I want you to come home with me after the brunch.”

  Samantha was at a loss for words. She broke eye contact with him as she spoke. “I want to, but we still have a lot of issues between us.”

  Allen was frustrated by her response, but he understood where she was coming from. “Now that I’ve found you again we can work it out.”

  “I want to believe that, but the reality is when this week is over I’ll still be going back home. I don’t think we can maintain a long distance romance.”

  Allen kissed her long and hard sucking her tongue, and nipping her bottom lip. “We’ll worry about that next week. You still haven’t answered my question. Will you come to my home? There are so many things I want to show you. I want to take you in my pool, on the kitchen table, and I certainly want you in my bed.”

  Samantha got wet just thinking about having him again. “I would love to come to your home.”

  Allen gave her another quick kiss. “I’m glad but I don’t think I can wait to get you home. I’m ready to go again right now.”

  Samantha sighed and slid back onto the bed. “Don’t look at me that way, I think you broke my vagina or at least killed it.” She started laughing as Allen tickled her.

  “I’ll have to see what I can do to revive it.

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  Chapter 6

  Samantha’s head was resting on Allen’s chest. Their week together was almost over and she didn’t want to leave. She wanted to stay in Seattle with Allen forever. She liked the state of Washington; everything seemed so fresh and clean. Plus it was the greenest place she’d ever seen.

  Allen lived on the outskirts of Seattle up in the hills. His nearest neighbor was miles away. His home is a beautiful split-level, with an indoor pool. The kitchen is a cook’s dream. It was like walking into an industrialized kitchen, every gadget, saucepan, and grill was in Allen’s kitchen.

  The house had three bedrooms upstairs each with its own bathroom. There is another bedroom and full bathroom downstairs, including Allen’s office. Allen didn’t lie to her when he said he wanted to make love to her in every room in his house, they did that and so much more.

  Allen took the week off from work and spent every moment with her. They went downtown and to the water front. Mostly, Allen cooked for her and man her baby sure can cook. While she enjoyed these things the man she was with made it all special.

  “What are you thinking about?” Allen flipped Samantha onto her back and settled himself between her legs.

  “I was thinking that as special as our time has been together, I still know so little about you.”

  “Okay, I’m between thirty-five and thirty-seven years old. Mom and Dad didn’t know my rightful age when they adopted me. I celebrate my birthday on April 23rd, the day my adoption papers were signed. My favorite music artist is Billy Joel. Of course I have a certain fondness for the O’Jays, my parents’ influence. My favorite movie of all times is ‘The God Father’. My favorite food is hot sauce. My favorite dessert is lemon meringue pie. My favorite color is anything you’re wearing.”

  Samantha wrapped her arms around Allen’s neck and pulled him to her for a much-needed kiss. “I was being serious; we’ve talked about many things, my business, your business, politics, and sports. We never talk about your family. Is your family dysfunctional like mine? If so I know why you don’t want to talk about them.”

  Allen knew he couldn’t avoid this discussion forever. He used his fingers to trace over the features of Samantha’s face; her high cheekbones, luscious full lips, and stubborn chin. “I don’t really like talking about my family because it makes me think of all the things I’ve
lost. I don’t know who my natural parents are. I vaguely remember my mother, she was Asian. I’m guessing she was Vietnamese. I always figured my father was of another race especially because of my hair and height. I don’t know if he was African American, Italian or Caucasian. Does that matter to you?”

  “Your ethnicity doesn’t matter to me. If it did I wouldn’t be here right now. I want to know what made you into the man that I lo...care about.” Samantha almost slipped and said loved to Allen, she couldn’t possibly be in love with a man she barely knew.

  Allen kissed her on the lips and cupped her breasts. “I care about you too.”

  The last thing Samantha wanted to talk about was feelings. Allen didn’t mention her slip of the tongue but he gave her a knowing look. “What happened to your mother?” Allen abruptly stopped caressing her and flopped down on his back. He picked up her hand and entwined his fingers with hers.