by Leslie Pike
With her right hand, she hovers above my zipper. A finger wiggles lightly over the growing length of me, shaft to tip. Oh, damn!
I take her firmly by the wrist. “Do it now.”
Think she likes the command because a look comes over her, and it matches what I’m feeling. Lust. The moment has arrived. There is a maddening hesitation.
“Let yourself go, Dominique.”
And let go, she does. Fingers wiggle their way inside my pants and wrap around my dick. Oh hell. My hands lean against the wall behind her head as a feeling of euphoria washes over me. I let loose a primal sound, part predator part prey. A smile lifts the corners of her sweet mouth as she strokes the length of me.
“Why isn’t this in my mouth?” There’s feigned innocence in the question.
I almost shoot a load right there. The words make my heartbeat rise, and the beast inside stands tall too. My lips are on hers, fingers entwined in her silky hair. I take the impure kiss without holding anything back. Tongues reach for each other in a hungry, fucking hot exploration. More. More.
Then she ups the game. A gentle bite of my bottom lip brings her eyes to mine. She holds me captive, and an eyebrow lifts in defiance before her mouth opens, and I’m released.
“Is that how you want to play, woman? Get ready,” I say, touching my tongue to my lip.
Game on. Both set free from a captivity we did not realize existed. That’s what this feels like. There is a loss of control, as all my senses take in the moment. The sight of her, the scent, how my hands feel on her skin and in her hair. It is fucking unbelievable.
She’s against the wall, and then me. Rolling in a frenzy of passion, we fight to taste every morsel of each other. I know somehow this is where I belong. Alongside Dominique, feasting with her. For the first time, I understand the popularity of vampire stories. The hot fucking sexuality of the feed.
She mirrors the intense passion. Hands move to remove anything hiding our nakedness. Shoes are kicked to the side, my pants, followed by my boxer briefs, are stripped in one quick movement. The shirt sails over my head to the floor.
I watch her taking in my body. This is how a man wants to be seen by his lover. Without words, her expression saying everything. The smile, the darkened eyes. Even the almost imperceptible nod. Then she begins to lift the dress over her head. Slowly. Purposely. For me.
Without pausing, I reach for her and lose the dress. Oh, God. What do I look at first? Forget the pink bra and panties. I am way ahead of that. Standing a breath away, I reach around and unhook the bra. It falls, and I catch myself staring like a sixteen-year-old who’s just seeing breasts up close for the first time.
Hers are well shaped and the size I prefer. They fit perfectly within my palms. Small handfuls of heaven, with prominent pink nipples sitting high on suckable areolas. Like a desert dweller to water, my mouth finds them. They give life. When the moan escapes her lips, my dick speaks up, begging for more.
“Spread your legs.”
She widens the stance without hesitation. I bring my middle finger to her mouth, and she sucks it. Slipping my hand inside the lace panties, I land on soft bare lips. Oh hell, that does it. There isn’t a need for lubrication because she’s wet already. Our eyes lock with the discovery. I lift my finger to the opening of her tight pussy, and she catches her breath. The sound is so fucking sexy.
“Let me in!” The command is obeyed, and eyes say yes to the idea.
Once inside her sweet pussy, I call her to me. Come here, baby. My finger wiggles slowly and gently against her G-spot. Obviously, I’m on target because nails dig into my shoulders, and there’s a tight rotation of her hips, helping her reach the place that feels the best.
Her breathing changes, and so does mine. Fuck. I think I can make her come. Right here, standing up, with only a finger inside. God. My thumb is playing with the little hardball of her clit. As passion rises, we lock eyes. Her jaw tightens. Then shoulders lift, and her mouth opens in a silent scream of ecstasy. I feel cum drip all over my finger. A single drop lands in my palm.
Holy shit! Is this real? She’s the eighth wonder of the world. I could cross a burning desert if I had her by my side. I’ve never felt this. There is absolutely nothing I could not do or be if I had her.
Chapter Nine
Dominique
The talented Mr. Ripley. I may just spontaneously implode. If sexual arousal could do it, I’d be toast. A pile of ashes where I once stood. His body. Lord, help me because I will never be the same. It is solid and strong, defined. How could I forget what I’ve seen? And I haven’t even had his cock inside me yet.
It’s safe to say I’ve gotten over my fear, though. I’m doing just fine. I felt its release the moment it happened. As soon as I ran my fingers over his honey-colored skin and smelled the intoxicating scent of him. It was inspirational.
He picks me up as if I weigh nothing more than a baby bird and lays me on the bed. The panties come off and the heels. In a spectacular show of agility and strength, he takes me by the ankles and flips me over. Ohhh.
I hear the intake of breath as he looks at my backside. No need to rush; I want him to enjoy the view. So I bend my knees up and slowly spread my legs. A giggle escapes.
“Oh, hell yeah. You’re fucking perfect.”
Grabbing my ankles, he pulls me close to the edge of the bed and kneels at its foot. My legs bend up as he uses his hands to spread me wider gently. Then the feel of his mouth on my pussy practically makes me come right there. Oh shit. Tongue against lips from this reverse angle is my new favorite thing. Can I call it a pastime? If he does it enough, I will.
My body is on fire with the effect of Maxen. It’s not just a mouth or a tongue. It’s not just a perfect touch. What it is is undefinable. It is from the ether. I find myself pumping into the soft bedcovers, unable to lay still. The feel of my cheeks pressing together around his mouth is awesome. I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused.
“Your taste. It’s the sweetest pussy ever created.”
He hardly lifts his head as the words spill out. Almost like he’s enjoying the greatest feast he’s ever had. But not in a gluttonous way. It’s more like a worship. Holy shit. Who knew this was even on the menu?
I feel him climb on the bed, and then his hands are on me.
“I want to fuck that beautiful pussy.” The words land and explode in a firestorm of heat.
And then he’s beside me. I turn over, and he runs a hand over my breasts and between my legs. Soft kisses trail the touch. There is no hiding; he likes the view.
He slides an arm under me, and in a flash, I am flipped and on top.
“That’s right, baby. Be my cowgirl.”
I straddle his torso, and as I twist my hair into a topknot, my ass is undulating over his glorious cock. I feel the bounce of my breasts and the rise of my chest as I get more and more into the rhythm. Those soulful dark eyes close, and his hands go to my waist. Now he starts moving underneath me in a deliberate wave. It feels like I just stepped onto the stairway to heaven.
I position my pussy lips on either side of the thick shaft and use them to massage the ride. Back and forth, back and forth. Eyes open and stay on mine. He’s gritting his teeth, and I’d swear he’s about to come right now.
“Fuck!”
“You like my lips around you? What about this, cowboy?”
I reach down and spread them so he can get a better view of my clit. It’s poking out from under the hood, begging for attention.
“Oh, baby!” he says in response. “Let me see. Play with it for me.”
So I do. My middle finger makes small circular motions right on top of the mother lode. Then it’s tap, tap, tap. Fuck. It feels great. I bite the edge of my bottom lip as he watches. This is such a powerful moment. I hold him in the palm of my hand. But all I want to do with the advantage is please the man.
I rise and take hold of his cock. I’d swear it couldn’t get any harder. Lifting myself on to him, I take my time. This i
s no small feat. He’s big. Girth times length equals pleasure. Pleasure squared equals Maxen. I believe those are the theorems.
“Baby. Yes. That’s it. Oh yeah. Slow, like that.”
The words rise and hang in the air. Instructions I can’t help but follow.
“Oh. Ow.” I was a little too aggressive there.
“Easy.”
And then he’s inside me, filling every available inch. Feels like heaven, this state of being. Or like I’ve scaled Mount Everest. It’s a higher altitude I’ve reached. There’s no need for words because our faces and bodies do the talking. It’s nearly otherworldly in its power. Something is happening here that has never happened to me before. I can’t define it. Is it me, or him? Or us?
The pace picks up. I’m riding harder now, and he meets each thrust with a strong lift of his hips. Hands are on my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. The way we move together is a thing of beauty. There’s a rhythm you can’t fake. Like dancers who become one thing. A low moan escapes his lips. We lock eyes. That brings me to the edge of the cliff I am about to jump off of.
“It’s close,” I say between breaths.
No response leaves his mouth, but his body is communicating it all. He’s about to come too. His hips lift hard against me, driving his cock as deep as is possible. I’m an animal, doing what nature intended. It is inborn and out of my control. I pinch my nipples for his pleasure and mine. Oh, fuck! Here I come.
“Oh! Here! Here it is!”
My cries fill the room, and within a few seconds, they are joined by Maxen’s. His are all male in their power and strength, mine tones of pure female ecstasy. His chin stretches back, and I half expect a roar to rise. My eyes are locked on his face, which brings my orgasm to its furthest reach. Oh. My. God. I have left the planet.
After we have savored the last drops of pleasure, he speaks through uneven breath.
“Dominique, baby, what was that?”
The words slip from his perfect lips and settle in my heart. At this moment, I’ll take any of his thoughts that are proceeded by the phrase, Dominique baby. I remain atop him for a minute, taking in what just occurred. It was breathtaking. Too much for me to form actual words. I’m still lost inside some paradise with him.
As the sensation dies down, I slip beside his body and fall into the embrace he offers. And the kissing. The unbelievable art of kissing he has perfected. Obviously, I knew practically nothing about how erotic it could be. It is like the creator designated Maxen as the official spokesperson.
The idea of having him inside my mouth takes over. I slide down between his legs, and there is no conversation needed. He opens wide for me as I run my fingers up his muscled thighs. When I reach his balls, I cup and kiss them as a prelude.
“Baby. Yes,” he says, eyes closed in the feel of the moment.
But it’s the cock that calls me, even before the first touch. A rebirth after the spectacular orgasm. Ha! Half erect already, I take my tongue and lick the tip. Lips surround the head, and I circle in a slow trip around. When I feel the frenulum and run my tongue up and down it, Maxen grows.
“God,” he says through clenched teeth.
The shaft does not get shortchanged as my mouth takes it in. It’s a job being able to fit it all in. But I’m nothing if not resourceful. As I angle my throat, the task is mission accomplished. He’s lost in the feel, and the look on his face lights a fire within me. This will be the greatest blow job I have ever had the pleasure of giving.
His legs stretch out as the cock gets harder and harder. The balls are not ignored. Not in the least. I take them in my mouth, one at a time, and gently suck. Then I run my tongue from shaft to tip and back down again. My hands are working a rhythm that seems to be pleasing to him. So pleasing that he begins to moan.
The sounds turn me on, and I’m aware my pussy is getting wet again. So as I’m stroking, I rise to my knees and use my free hand to start playing with myself.
“Watch,” I say softly.
Maxen’s eyes open, and when he sees what I’m up to, it arouses everything within him. Every sexual fiber of his being seems to be present. And the expression he wears makes me so hot. He watches like an animal who has spotted its next meal. Focus and barely contained excitement.
Pulling back the hood, I expose my clit. It’s hard and pink with the engorging blood flow. My breathing quickens. Then his hands reach for me. He is on top now. In one smooth move, he brought me off my knees and onto my back.
“Let’s make love,” he says.
It’s not a request, but a gift offered. It feels like something I’ve never completely felt. How can the idea of making love be so different from what it was with Robert? That was youthful ideas of sex. Somehow Maxen has introduced a newness to the concept, and I don’t even know how. It’s just there.
My arms lift around his neck, and my legs open in agreement. We kiss, and it’s filled with longing not only met but exceeded. All that a kiss should be lives here. Everything it could lead to, it has. His hand reaches for his cock, and he plays with it against my lips. The tip of his cock gets wet with my juices, and he smiles.
The sensation of him entering me is unreal. Like I’m being reunited with something I lost so long ago I forgot it was ever mine. This is the real thing, like a dream come true. It’s all physical and emotional wrapped together.
I know we hardly know each other. I know Maxen is only here in Smyrna for three months. But tonight, I learned something about the intangible that changes everything. I’m falling for him, and it is plain to see. This is not an illusion.
Chapter Ten
Maxen
I think this new development is what writers call a plot twist. It changed the direction of my story. Now I’m in a chick flick. Or maybe a famous teen film. I’m like a sixteen year old with a raging hard-on, lusting after the cheerleader. All I can think of is being with her. My dick already has muscle memory for that perfect pussy. That’s how often we’re doing it.
It’s where I want to be. Every. Damn. Day. So far, there has been no pushback from her. She seems to have the same drive I do. I’ve never known a woman who could match me, fuck for fuck. Over the past four weeks, we have hooked up in many places, but never at either of our homes. Always heard necessity is the mother of invention. So true. We have become very creative in finding ways and places to be together.
It’s getting harder and harder to look away from the feelings I have for Dominique. The woman is impressive in lots of ways. Her relationship with Bing is something to aim for if I ever have children. Ha. I have avoided it for forty years. Now the idea pops up occasionally, like a thought bubble in my brain. That may be the most surprising thing that has happened.
“Mom’s here!”
Hunter’s words shock me out of my thoughts. Back to Earth, Maxen. I get my Memphis Mavericks watching lazy Sunday ass off the couch. They made it to the playoffs! Dominique and I will be meeting July’s family’s friends, the Swifts, in a few weeks. A baseball dynasty since the sixties, the Swift family, are Tennessee celebrities. We will be going to a game and a party. Dominique is planning her outfit already.
I follow my nephew out the door. Glad I thought to leave Cali with Bing and Dominique for a few days. I don’t need her to be jumping all over Kim and causing the general mayhem I’d expect. The dog likes being with her BFF McFly anyway.
“Welcome home!” I say while watching Kim in her wheelchair being lowered from the van. A broken femur and one arm in a cast are visible reminders of that horrible day. The spleen removal is hidden but felt. The broken nose still shows black and blue signs. When the lift stops abruptly, Kim winces.
Hunter stands patiently waiting for his mother to be within hugging distance. The nurse I hired comes around the van and waits to take over.
Kim begins to cry as she spots her son. I walk to her.
“You’re home now, Sister. It’s all right. Look, your favorite men are here to take care of you.”
That onl
y makes her sob more, which must make her nose throb, because a hand comes up and lightly touches it.
“Ow!” she says, mixing a chuckle in with the tears.
That’s when I know she’s going to be all right. She finds humor in her own misery. I love that about her. Pretty sure we’ve sharpened that skill by watching each other. Kim is as strong as steel. Always has been.
The wheelchair is on firm ground, and Nurse Arlene lets Hunter have his moment. He nestles his head against Kim’s good shoulder and starts to cry himself. Oh crap. What do I do? In a moment, I realize I do not have to fix anything. Now his mother takes back the reins. Kim wraps her one workable arm around her child and comforts him.
“Mama is here. We’re together now. This is a happy day.”
“I missed you,” he says between tears that are coming to a slow crawl.
“I missed you more! And you, brother! Come give me a proper greeting.”
Now there are smiles on everyone’s faces. Even Arlene, whose face resembles a stern nun’s.
“This is really too much, Kim! You’ll do anything to get attention,” I tease.
Being careful not to cause more pain, I lean down and kiss the top of her head. We take each other’s hand and squeeze our love and affection. And there is the gratitude for having another chance at life. The lump in my throat rises and threatens to spill into tears. Shit.
When she sees it, I get a smile.
“Crybaby,” she says with love.
“Let’s get you inside and settled,” Arlene says, giving the first of her orders.
Hunter looks happier than I’ve seen since arriving. He walks next to his mother, holding her hand as we move to the front door.
“Don’t know why I’m nervous,” Dominique says, checking her image in the rearview mirror before we get out.
“I don’t either. You already know each other. The only thing I’m worried about is Cali. I need to keep a tight leash on her till she calms down.”