by Ember Flint
His face hovers over my breast and then his mouth latches onto one of my hard, tight nipples; his other hand caressing and kneading the other breast and then lower and lower until all I can think about is feeling his fingers between my legs and there they are: parting my puffy wet lips, his thumb rhythmically stroking my clit while his other fingers explore even lower, barely grazing my slit and making me buck against him, a moan leaving my throat at the perfection of his touch.
“Oh, fuck, you are so beautiful, baby. All pink, wet and ready. I want you so much,” Charles says hoarsely.
And I’m done playing. I want him as naked as I am. I want to see all of him, feel all of him.
I tug at his shirt and my trembling fingers work furiously fast to unbutton it so much so that I pop one of the buttons.
I look apologetically up at him, but Charles only smiles at me.
“Eager, are we?” he asks, his mouth encompassing mine.
I moan in the kiss. “You have no idea.”
He pulls back. “I’m pretty sure I do, babe. I’ve never been more hard in my life.”
He takes one of my hands and guides it between us until my fingers are closing around the obscene bulge tenting his pants.
“Why don’t we take these off?” I ask, lowering his zipper.
“I like the way you think, honey,” he says in a chuckle, but his exclamation turns into a deep hiss of pleasure when my hand curls around his naked, stiff cock, lowering it until the slick, shiny large head is tickling my clit.
We both moan at the contact and my eyes flutter shut.
We haven’t even started to fuck and this is already the best sex of my life.
I feel his lips on my nipple again and I arch my back against him, all the time stroking his rock-hard erection against my wetness, his heavy balls slapping against my inner thigh.
“Oh, fuck, babe, I’m not even inside you and this already feels better than anything I’ve ever known,” he mumbles on my neck and I smile realizing we are thinking along the same line.
I moan, my fingers clutching his cock even harder, my hips working my clit against it, making pre-cum drip from his tip and onto my wet pussy as I whimper and he grunts in pleasure.
Charles grasps my wrist, making me lose my grip on his length and I feel him lower down my body until his head is buried between my thighs.
“I’m going to fuck you so good and hard, Jess, your pussy will forever remember this… forever remember my cock and my cock alone, but first I need a taste of this sweet honey. The scent alone is driving me insane,” he growls against my core and his hot breath on my aroused, wet flesh, combined with his filthy, sexy words is enough to make me come.
I barely recover from the sudden rush of the unexpected orgasm when I feel his lips on my pussy and his hot tongue tapping on my clit; a scream that probably my entire neighborhood heard leaving my throat and my heart lodging in the empty space left behind.
“Oh, Charles! Charles… I need you… I need you inside of me.”
He groans, sucking on me and slurping down my hot wetness. “Oh, fuck, baby, I knew it: you taste like a cloud from heaven dripping in fucking sugar.”
I press his head down on my pussy as I feel another climax taking me under and he dives in more than willingly, his tongue lowering to my clenching slit and starting to fuck in and out of me.
He draws out my pleasure to the last tremor and then he slides back up my body, kissing as he goes and I feel his powerful hands claim every square inch of my heated skin.
“Charles, come inside me, please,” I beg, barely choking out the words.
He kisses me until I can’t breathe anymore, pulls away from me long enough to retrieve protection from his wallet and don it and then he grasps my thighs and spreads them wide, resting each one on either side of his hips; his cock standing proud between us, his balls tight.
“You sure baby?” he asks, his voice nothing but a snarl and I feel such a rush of love going through me I can barely speak.
“I am…” I say, pulling him down on me and then is happening, he is sliding into my pussy in one long, mighty stroke, his balls pressing against my ass, his hands keeping me in place as he starts to pound in and out of me like there is no tomorrow, sexy grunts leaving his chest as his cock touches places inside of me I didn’t know I even had and I feel another orgasm quaking my body.
“You are mine, Jess. You are fucking mine now and forever. Say it!” Charles growls.
I feel my pussy clench at his possessive tone and the meaning of his words makes me so damn happy maybe I really am going crazy.
“I am, Charles. I’m yours,” I breathe out.
“Fuck, you feel so good, so good, baby… you’re so damn tight!” he groans, throwing his head back, his fingers clutching my thighs and his thrusts gaining even more speed and depth as he angles me a little more, ripping moan after moan from my swollen lips.
He plunges into me over and over, the headboard repeatedly banging against the wall, our bodies slapping together, the squelching sounds of our passion filling the air along with our moans and groans of pleasure and then I’m there again and this time I’m bringing him down with me, his body freezing over mine, his cock swelling and contracting into me as he comes, bellowing his pleasure toward the ceiling before dropping down on me.
We stay clasped to one another for a long time, just breathing and absorbing the intensity of what happened between us, our bodies still tightly joined.
After a while, he slips out of me, rolls over and takes care of the condom then he comes back to the bed, gathers me flush to his side, pulls the cover up and around us and kisses me until we both lose consciousness.
—*—
We have been awake for quite some time, snuggling and talking about everything and nothing, the bond between us deepening with every passing moment and the more we are together, the more I’m sure the intuition I got when we met —that he could be it, that he could be my forever, was spot on.
As my fingers lazily play with the smatter of hair on his muscular chest, his long arms cradling me, I remember I wanted to ask him about his meeting with my sister.
“Lara told me she met you and Aston last Friday in the lingerie shop she manages…”
I feel his chin nod against the side of my head.
I smile. “I was very curious to understand what you guys were doing there, but my sister, tease that she is, didn’t want to tell me…”
I hear him sighs and slide me a little more up on his prone body until we are looking in each other’s eyes.
“I was there to pick a present…” he says, suddenly looking embarrassed.
I frown. Not entirely sure I like were this is going. I have to ask though. “For whom?”
He clears his throat. “My ex-girlfriend…”
Odd. I sit up a little, pulling the sheets closely around my breasts. “Why would you buy lingerie for your ex?”
Charles swallows thickly. “She was my girlfriend then.
I physically recoil from him. Deeply disturbed by his words. He just broke off things with his girlfriend and now he is in bed with me?
What does this mean?
What does it make me, some sort of rebound girl or something?
He sits up as well, reaching with a hand to gently grasp my face until I’m looking at him.
“Jess…”
I pull away. “I don’t understand, Charles. You just got out from a relationship… what… what does this mean for us?” I ask.
Charles shakes his head. “Nothing, baby. Nothing at all. It’s not what you’re thinking, trust me.”
I don’t know why, but I do trust him and I nod, even if a little part of me says I should know better.
Yet why would my sister not tell me he had a girlfriend?
Why did she keep this significant bit of information from me?
She wouldn’t withhold this knowledge from me if she knew it could negatively a
ffect me, of that I’m sure, so there must be a good explanation.
“Care to tell me what it is, if not what I’m obviously thinking?” I demand, crossing my arms on my chest.
“Well my ex, Louise was… to put it mildly a huge lapse in judgement. We weren’t together that long overall, barely three months, but I knew it was a dead-end relationship way before we reached that mark. For the last several weeks of our… understanding we didn’t see each other in person for more than ten minutes at a time and not even that often since last month. We didn’t… before the breakup, we hadn’t slept together in even longer. I thought she was different when we met, but it became almost immediately apparent I was wrong. Louise is spoiled and selfish and she used to like my money more than she liked me I’m afraid.”
I feel one of my eyebrows arch. “Okay, so a bitch basically, but then why didn’t you…?” I trail off.
He shrugs. “Why didn’t I dump her? Well if you ask my friends or my sister, they would probably tell you I take the philosophy of going beyond first impressions, being positive and giving people a second chance a little too far. I’ve been wrong before, of course, but never as wrong as I was with her. Another reason was that I was very tired of being alone I guess.”
“I understand,” I whisper. Loneliness utterly sucks, there’s nothing like it and I can tell he has suffered because of it as much as I have, no matter how positive his outlook on life.
Somewhat mollified by his recount of their empty relationship, I lean against him again, but I’m still full of questions.
“Still this doesn’t explain the lingerie…” I mutter.
Charles laughs. “While you caught up with the fact that she was a bitch, what you don’t know is that she was also a crazily demanding one at that. Last Saturday was her birthday and she requested a piece of lingerie from Intimate Delights as a present, nothing else would do. I wanted to break things off with her, but doing it over the phone didn’t seem right and then it was her birthday so I felt it would be best to talk with her this week, but then Friday night she showed up at my place uninvited, messed up my bedroom in search of her present, demanded I give the lingerie to her and then proceeded to dump my ass herself, so you see, baby: I’m all yours.”
I laugh incredulously. “Wow… that really is crazy, she needs help.”
Charles chuckles. “But not from me… not anymore.”
I have another question for him, this one is more difficult and it takes me some time to properly get it out.
“Were you ever in love with her?” I finally ask after a long silence, talking in a small voice, both anxious and afraid to hear his answer.
“No,” he replies decidedly. “I wasn’t. I’ve never been in love with someone before.”
I feel a heavy weight roll off my heart and I sigh. “Me neither…”
“That’s why you stopped dating completely six months ago?” he asks, insightfully, kissing the top of my head.
I nod, focusing on the beat of his heart, thumping steadily in his chest under my cheek.
“I figured alone with myself would be better than alone with someone else, especially if the feelings I wanted were never there.”
He hugs me tightly to his side. “But now they are… now they are, baby. You are mine and you are never going to be alone again,” he states with certainty, his deep baritone resonating through me and I know he is absolutely right. I know I can believe him. I found my real man. This is it. This is really it.
Chapter 7
CHARLES
As we snuggle together in the back of my car I look into Jessica’s magnificent blue eyes and feel something invisible and comforting touch my heart.
We are driving to the restaurant in which my best friend and her sister are waiting for us.
She grins, a beautiful blush spreading on her lovely face. “Isn’t it great?”
I nod. I don’t need to ask her what she means. I know already.
“It is. This is going to go down in history as the week in which something was in the air in Manhattan.”
She laughs. “Or, you know… considering how crazy fast this is happening, maybe something was in the water!”
I chuckle, hugging her more to me and then
I smile down at her, my intent clear.
Jessica meets my lips halfway when I lean down, my hands on either sides of her thighs, my body caging her much smaller one in.
We spent the greater part of the day in bed, getting to know each other, sharing things and fucking each other’s brains out, yet I can’t get enough of her. I never will.
She has captured me completely and I’m hers as much as she is mine, inside and out.
I feel my cock jump in response to her little tongue’s maneuverings in my mouth.
The out part of me that is hers definitely includes my dick: the big motherfucker doesn’t seem to remember that from time to time it should go down; I have been in various states of stiffness since I saw her this morning.
We are ravenous for each other and the car, my driver and everything else in the world around us falls away.
I don’t care much about the loss of conscious thought, not if she is right here with me, not if I can feel her mouth against mine, her body undulating with mine in a quest to get closer.
I could spend eternity kissing her, that is if I didn’t know the heaven that is her soft, luscious, tight pussy, in its tight and lush confines I could really very happily live the rest of my days.
We keep on kissing until we can’t take it anymore, the tension building between us and the lack of oxygen forcing us apart in order to gulp some much needed air down.
I dive right back in, but when I spread her legs and start to bunch up her sky-colored dress, Jessica puts both hands on my forearms to stop me.
I kiss her forehead. “What’s wrong, baby?” I ask raggedly, the ache in my dick getting unbearable as I feel my balls draw up and pre-cum slide down its head.
“What about you know,” she cocks her head in the general direction of my driver even though we cannot see him with the privacy-screen up.
“Paul? Don’t worry about him, sweetheart. When the panel’s up, there’s no way he can hear a thing. It’s totally soundproof,” I reassure her, combing her silky blonde hair away from her jaw with my fingers.
She relaxes slightly against me, but there’s still uncertainty in her eyes.
I immediately take her in my arms, my cock is not going to like my next words, but I care too much about her comfort not to say them. “It’s not like we have to do anything, you know, if you don’t want.”
She gives me a little smile. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” she whispers sexily and I feel her sweet voice gripping my balls, the groan that escapes my throat doesn’t go far though, ‘cause she swallows it with her shiny, pouty lips.
I leave her lips behind and she moans softly as I start to trace the side of her slender neck with open-mouthed kisses that make her body go taut and arch against mine.
“Oh, Charles,” she mewls; her fingers clutching my waist to bring me closer.
As soon as I reach her clavicle with my tongue, she is so crazy for it, that she is straddling my lap and rocking her panty-clad pussy against the huge bulge in my pants; my dick loving and hating the attention at the same time. I can feel her heat through our clothes and I grunt as I pull down the straps of her short dress and move her little blue strapless bra up and out of the way without bothering with the clasp.
There’s no time for that: I need to feel her nipples harden in my mouth.
I cover one pink, scrumptious, aroused peak with my lips and as soon as I start to suckle on it, circling the very tip with my tongue, she bites her lip, letting out a high-pitched sort of whimper that I feel pulsing in every vein running down my rock-hard shaft.
I look up at her and I feel pride swelling in my chest. There’s nothing that makes me as happy as seeing the way she enjoys my touch and ev
ery one of my kisses, not even my own pleasure can compare to the sensation I felt today every time I made her come, screaming my name.
“God, Jessica,” I groan, feeling my cock jolting against her bucking center. “I adore you…”
And I really mean it. There’s not one thing about her that doesn’t drive me mad with want. The sweet taste of her skin, the fresh scent of her hair, the way she responds to my caresses, the feel of her thighs wrapped around my waist and of course her sugary, petite pussy covered in golden, little trimmed curls that I can’t wait to sample again.
Every single thing we have shared today has become my favorite thing to do in the whole world.
I don’t know how it’s possible, but I don’t care.
I hold her more security on my lap, winding one arm around her back to keep her steady, one hand on her hip, while the other moves down and between us, my fingers painting in languid strokes the lower part of her flat stomach.
My simple and relatively innocent touch, makes Jessica moan my name heatedly and she starts to rock her pelvis even more determinedly, angling herself to stroke her little eager clit against my still compressed erection.
She pulls my face away from her delectable breasts and up for a long passionate kiss, her hands burrowing in my short hair, her tongue flickering mine eagerly.
I know she is soaking wet even if I haven’t touched her cunt yet: the sweet, maddening scent of her arousal is whiffing up to my nostrils, pulling more pre-cum from my cock, the seed boiling in my balls.
Fuck, I can’t wait any longer, I need to feel her scorching wetness on my fingers.
I slide my hand between her spread legs and swiftly move her little panties to the side to get to her molten heat and I groan when I feel how dripping wet she is.
“Fuck, baby, I want you so badly,” I grunt in our kiss, my teeth scraping at her swollen lips.
“Charles, please, I need to…” she throws her head back, moaning, eyes squeezed shut.
I didn’t realize she was so near her orgasm, but I’m more than happy to help her close the distance.