by Michelle Day
With her arms around his neck, bodies pressed close together, she took a minute step back, knowing that was all the encouragement he needed. He took up the momentum and pushed her back onto the bed, hands and mouth exploring as they went down.
His teeth grazed her nipple through the white lace as his fingers pressed against her sex through the matching knickers. He allowed himself a secret smile as she arched into him, her hands fisting in his hair as she guided his mouth from one overly sensitive nipple to the other and then pushing him down, slapping at his shoulders as he resisted and began to chuckle against her belly.
“What?” He asked shooting her his deadly smile as he dipped his tongue into her navel.
“Paul please.” She pleaded.
“Please? Please what?” He teased. He sat back, laughing again at her frustrated sigh. Ignoring her glare, he surveyed the bounty in front of him. She was flushed from the heat of their bodies, her lips moist and swollen from their kisses. Her beautiful, award winning breasts were perfectly framed by the crumpled white lace that he had prised away from them and he thoroughly enjoyed the sight of them supported only by the underwire. “What should I do Suzie? What do you want? Shall I kiss you some more or just tease you, tell me what you want.”
“What do you want?” She countered.
“Me? I want to be buried inside you so deep you can feel me in the back of your throat.” He stated. Moving forward, resting on his elbows and encasing her body between him and the mattress, he planted feather light kisses on her lips and eyes, following the line of her jaw to her neck, “But I’m guessing from the way you keep trying to push me Southwards that you want some of the good stuff huh?” He chuckled, his face pressed between her breasts, “Shall I tease you or shall I mount an all-out assault?” He wasn’t asking her anymore, he was simply musing, biding time.
Kissing, licking and biting his way down her body, making sure to sensitise every inch of her tantalising exposed skin, he slowly but surely came face to face with white lace knickers and the heady aroma of her arousal. He took his time in peeling away the delicate material despite her hands trying in vain to assist him. In reality, he was simply trying to give himself enough time to gain a little self-control. He lost his prowess and the ability to take the upper hand when he was with her, she reduced him to the virginal first timer he’d been what seemed like a lifetime ago now.
He slipped one of her legs over his shoulder and wrapped his hand around the other thigh, opening her and revelling in the plump wetness before him. He desperately wanted to tease her and give her a slow burn to orgasm but he’d been without her for so long that this time would be a sprint finish. He would persuade her to stay and push them both to their limits overnight.
Suzanne cried out and pushed her mound further into his mouth as he clamped down on her. This was just what she needed and she was already so very close but then again, it never did take much to make her come with him, he was her master in every sense of the word. He pushed her boundaries, explored her thoroughly and knew how to make her body dance to his tune. She hated the woman who taught him how to do those incredible things he did with his tongue, all the while maintaining suction making her clit swell and her juices pour from her.
She clamped her hands into his hair and her thighs around his head as with one final flick of his tongue accompanied by vigorous sucking, he pushed her from climbing up that hill to careening out of control over the other side. She was still in a heady state of euphoria when she felt him line his cock up to her pulsing lips and ease forward.
His eyes never left hers for a second as he pushed inside her. If he didn’t know better, he’d say she had been celibate for a while as the last of her orgasm played out around his cock. It was a massive ego boost to know that her boyfriend simply didn’t stretch her like he did. With that thought in mind, he thrust forward, taking her breath away, quickening his pace further when her legs wrapped around him.
Suzanne could barely breathe, it would seem she had forgotten how he opened her or perhaps she had become accustomed to the size of her boyfriend. Paul filled her completely and she couldn’t get enough. Dropping her legs away from his sides, she planted her feet against the mattress, raising her hips to meet his thrusts and reaching down to grab a handful of that deliciously smooth and muscled bottom as she urged him to go deeper, faster, harder.
He felt her clench around him, she was going to come and completely undo him. They were both slick with sweat and his strength was quickly leaving him as the stinging sensation in his hand invaded his lust addled brain. He dropped down onto his elbows, clamping them to her ribs as she dug her nails into his arse and rocked harder against him. He shuddered at the feel of her mouth on his neck, nipping and then sucking hard as she bucked beneath him, her pussy clamping down hard on his cock as he drove into her. She unravelled as he hit her sweet spot, stilling, holding her breath as he forced her climax from her.
He loved the way she fit him. Just him. He battled to maintain an air of control as she came while he drove deeper into her. The reality was, he was already lost. Teeth clenching, hips bucking, he came hard, a satisfied groan being pulled from him.
“Stay.” He breathed, his lips closing over her earlobe and nipping gently.
“I can’t.” She answered arching into him again as he continued his assault on her neck. She pushed against him, encouraging him to roll off her. If she let him continue, he’d persuade her to stay. “I should go.” She sat up, not daring to look at him.
“I’m not going to stop you.” He told her.
Gathering her clothes, she dumped them onto the foot of the bed and proceeded to dress as he lay in front of her in all his naked glory. She couldn’t help but look, spread out as he was one arm behind his head, the other resting on his hip, confidence personified. He was beautiful and he knew it.
“I’ll see myself out.” She told him, doing up the last button on her blouse.
“I wish you’d reconsider.” He sat up then came up onto his knees. “It’s just one night.”
“I can’t.” She repeated but she really wanted to.
“Are you seeing him tonight?” He asked, his expression souring.
“No.”
“Then you don’t really have an excuse not to. Come on Suzie, you know you want to.”
“I’m sorry, no. It was good seeing you again.” She couldn’t look into those big brown eyes, if she saw them asking her to stay; she’d weaken and be naked again in no time.
Sighing, Paul got to his feet and crossed the room, walking away from her as he didn’t want to see her leave. He made a show of collecting his clothes from the floor but he kept his back to her as he fumbled with his jeans, only turning around when he heard the bedroom door open then close again.
John left the flat ten minutes after Suzanne, his own hot date at the forefront of his mind. Stopping at the local grocers, he grabbed a bunch of flowers and was making his way back to his car when he spied his nephew’s latest bed partner dithering on the street.
Sliding into his Jaguar, he watched as she paced, clearly battling with herself over going home or returning to Paul. She kept checking her watch and then rummaged in her bag, pulling out what looked like a diary. She flicked through a few pages and then stood still as she read.
Suzanne was conflicted. She knew she should go home, chalk this latest encounter with Paul up to a huge lack of judgement, move on with her life and hope to God that Cameron didn’t find out about it. But then again, Paul was a mere ten feet away in that flat, he was injured and as a friend, shouldn’t she make sure he was really alright?
She could smell him on her, feel the trickle of his semen into her underwear and the ache being stretched by him caused. She stopped pacing to look in her diary. She had appointments the following day and she told herself that if they were morning appointments, she would go home and if they were afternoon ones, she would return to Paul. Opening the small book to the correct page, she saw that her first appoin
tment wasn’t until four o’clock. She was so screwed and quite clearly going straight to hell.
John smiled when Suzanne dropped her diary into her bag and headed in the direction of his flat. “Oh you may not know it young lady, but you have got it bad for my nephew.” He looked at the front window of his flat, the one to Paul’s bedroom, “Have a good night boy.” He whispered.
Paul had only bothered to put his jeans on, leaving the belt and button undone when Suzanne left. Heading to the kitchen and gulping down a large glass of water, he’d just refilled the glass and was heading back toward his bedroom when the door bell sounded. Leaving the glass on the telephone table, he pulled the door open, his mood lightening and expectations soaring when he saw her standing there.
Stepping onto the flat she dropped her bag and moved into his arms, “Just tonight ok?” She said, her mouth on his and her hands beginning to roam.
“Ok.” He answered although at this point he probably would have agreed to sell his soul to the devil if she had asked him to do so.
He wasn’t sure who pulled who back to his room; all he knew in the next instant was that he was on his back and her pussy was hovering over his face. He reached up and grasped her hips to pull her onto his mouth as he latched onto her swollen lips and sucked as if his life depended on it.
She clutched his headboard as she rode his tongue; this is what her sex life with Cameron lacked, aggressive oral. She could grind down on Paul as hard as she liked and he’d take it, make the most of it and own it completely. Whereas Cameron would give her clit a cursory flick every now and then, Paul would tease it from its hiding place and then show it no mercy, making it his plaything for his enjoyment because the boy absolutely loved to make her come.
Chapter Thirteen
She was squeezing him to death with her thighs but oh what a way to go. He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her and twisted, dropping down onto his back, his cock still buried deep inside her.
Bracing her arms on his shoulders, she prised her sweat slickened chest from his and began a slow grind waiting for the inevitable vice like grip on her hips that would follow as she slowly drove him insane and he tried to take back the upper hand.
“Hold me properly.” She gasped. Rotating her hips while impaled upon him always, without fail pushed him to the limit of his endurance but she missed the firm, almost painful grip he usually had, his injured hand only resting on one hip while his left hand squeezed the life out of the other.
“I’m trying.” He answered in between thrusting up into her.
“Try harder.”
He moved his gaze from her bouncing breasts to her face, grinning up at her as he gave up control completely to the motion of her body.
Suzanne placed her hand over his injured one and applied a gentle pressure, making his fingers dig into her flesh, giving her the buzz she needed. With one hand occupied, she placed the other in the centre of his chest and sat up a little straighter taking his whole length and feeling the swollen head of his cock pressing against that hidden spot, the one Cameron had yet to find.
The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing and the wet sucking her pussy made as she rocked on his cock. She was right on the edge and from the way he throbbed inside her, so was he.
“Oh God!” She arched her back, pushing her clit against his pelvic bone for that extra little frisson, her hand clamped down on his, making his fingers dig further into her delicate flesh.
He let out a breathy laugh, “Not quite, just Paul,” he groaned, unable to keep up his charade of nonchalance as he quite literally exploded.
She slapped both hands onto his chest as he came and began a vigorous grind making sure to keep her clit in contact with him as she raced towards orgasm.
Later, with the lights out and just the glow from the digital clock lighting the room and Paul spooned tightly into her back, she was snuggling back into him, preparing to sleep when she felt him draw a breath.
“No-one fits me like you do Suzie.”
“Hmm.” She didn’t want to do this again, not now.
“I’m serious. You can’t tell me this doesn’t feel right, that when we get together, there are fireworks every single time.”
She sighed, evidently, he wanted to talk. “Do we have to discuss this again?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because in the morning you’ll leave me again and I want to have my say.”
“Ok, point taken, go on.” She snuggled closer, feeling his breath in her ear.
“We should be together, you know it, I know it, the whole damn universe knows it but instead we just go around in circles with you insisting that I’m not ready for a relationship with you when you are the one who always comes to me.”
She took on board what he said and loosened her grip on his arms as she turned to face him. “Cameron is good to me, he’s kind and generous. Safe.”
“All I heard is boring, mug and boring.” He told her. “I love you.”
“I love you.” She admitted.
“Then why are we doing this?”
“Cameron will take care of me. You will break my heart. I may give up power to you in bed but I’m not willing to do it with the rest of my life.”
Paul huffed, “You don’t relinquish anything to me Suzie, in bed or out of it. I can take care of you. I’ll treat you well, you know this.”
“I know you believe that and perhaps one day it will be true but right now you aren’t ready or I’d bet, willing to give up your bed hopping ways. If we were together, I’d spend my life wondering where you were and who you were with. I don’t have to do that with Cameron, I know where he is just as I know he would never cheat on me.” She put her finger to his lips, silencing him when he tried to speak. “I know your intentions are good and that you think you’ll be able to be faithful but take a snap shot of say the last six months of your life and tell me honestly what it consisted of.”
Rolling onto his back, pulling her against his side, he took a deep breath as he recalled the time span she had requested. “Work, partying, the club, sex, lots and lots of sex.” He admitted.
“With lots and lots of women?”
“Ah, yeah.”
“Did you re-visit any of them?”
“Not intentionally.” He looked down at where she rested her head on his chest. “Ok, I get your point. I like my life, I enjoy sharing my bed with different women and I don’t want that to change anytime soon so yeah, you’re right, I would slip back into my old ways and that would probably destroy us. Tell me this, does he make you tremble the way I do? Does he make your body dance to his tune the way I can? Do you come as hard on his tongue as you do on mine?”
“He’s a considerate lover but no, he doesn’t quite have your finesse and he rarely goes down on me but then, he hasn’t had the practice you’ve had.” She smiled against his warm skin before turning her head to press feather light kisses across his pecs. “I’m happy with him Paul, you need to accept that. We’re moving in together. Next weekend in fact.”
“So I’m your final fling then?”
“I guess.” She shrugged.
He smiled in the semi darkness of his room, reached for her hand and unceremoniously placed it on his hardening cock, “I can live with that.” He told her.
Suzanne sat up and pushed the covers away, looking down his toned body to the appendage currently growing in her hand. “You want to go again?”
“Well, you are here for one night only, we may as well make the most of it besides, I stopped you when you went to blow me earlier, let’s see if you can make a proper job of it this time.” He grinned and winked, knowing how it would irk her.
“Just for that comment, you can go wanting.” She removed her hand and crossed her arms over her chest..
“It amuses me that you think you have a choice.” He laughed as he scrambled to his knees, grabbed her legs and jerked her flat onto her back swinging a leg over her torso while she struggled
to sit.
Presented as she was with his now fully erect cock and feeling him lower his body down, his barely there breath teasing her pussy, coupled with the fact that with his weight on her, she wasn’t going anywhere, she conceded defeat.
Suzanne was bidding him a fond farewell by the time John, a little worse for wear stumbled from his bedroom and reached for the coffee pot. Closing the door with a deep sigh of regret, Paul joined his Uncle, smirking at the older man’s dark circled eyes and generally dishevelled appearance.
Reaching across his Uncle, Paul grabbed a bowl and began his morning ritual of filling it to the brim with cereal before making the whole thing a precarious balancing act by adding milk. “Good night?” He asked while shovelling the cereal into his mouth.
John riffled his fingers through his thick dark hair, trying to persuade it into some semblance of a civilised haircut, “Yeah, excellent actually, but I’m absolutely exhausted now. I fear I am getting too old for all my shenanigans.”
“Perhaps you would be better suited to ladies of your own age instead of those young enough to be your daughter.” Paul quirked an eyebrow at him.
“You cheeky bugger, I’ll have you know that the ladies I date are all over a certain age that would make them old enough to be your mother, they just happen to be excellently preserved.”
“Uhuh, yeah, you keep telling yourself that.” He couldn’t help the chuckle and nudged his Uncle’s arm as he hitched his backside up onto a stool in order to give his breakfast the attention it deserved.
“I take it your evening was fulfilling?” Taking the attention from himself, John turned it back to his nephew.
Paul nodded, “Yeah, right up until the part where I had to let her go.” He mumbled.
“So go after her if you feel that way.”
“There’s no point, she’s moving in with her boyfriend, last night was kind of a parting gift.”