She reached around and undid the clasp of the bra. It fell to the floor next to the socks she had wrangled out of while he had been wrestling with the blinds. All that she had left on was her panties, and they were not ones she wanted to be wearing in front of a guy.
She raised an eyebrow and looked down at his underwear. He instantly leaned down, making her think that maybe he could read her thoughts. But instead of taking off his underwear, he took off his socks. If she was going to have to wait for him to read her signals, this was going to take all night. She didn’t think her body would wait that long—it already felt as if it were on fire.
She stalked across the room, grabbed the bottom of his boxers and pulled on them as she sank onto her knees. When his erection sprang free, she had to keep focused on lowering his underwear all the way to the floor and not just staring at his engorged cock. She knelt in front of him, trying not to stare. She had hoped it would have some size to it, but this was beyond what she had imagined.
That isn’t going to fit. Why aren’t you scared? The problem was, she was too worked up to be thinking straight, instead of being her normal, rational self. She thought she might finally have found someone who could fuck her right.
She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and knew right away that it wasn’t enough. This was going to be a two handed operation. He moaned as she touched him and she tightened her grip. Running her hands up and down his shaft was making her pussy tingle in anticipation. She wanted to jump on him, but changed her mind when she looked up at his face. His eyes were closed and he looked as if he was completely lost in her touch. She couldn’t think of any man who ever had that reaction to her and she wasn’t going to rush past it.
Leaning forward, she ran her tongue over his cock. She felt a shudder go through him and wanted even more of a response. She took him into her mouth, sliding her hands down so she could take as much of it as would fit. It wasn’t even half of him, but he didn’t seem to mind.
She could see the muscles of his thighs clench and felt his hands on her head. His fingers weaved into her hair, massaging her scalp, but not actually guiding her. She took that as a sign that she was doing everything right.
It was obvious that he wasn’t a premature ejaculator. She had stimulated him enough to ensure that. The problem was that she didn’t want things to end with just a blowjob. She had plans for a lot more than that.
She slowly pulled her head back, sucking as he slid out of her mouth. She locked her gaze with his before she used just the tip of her tongue to tickle. His eyes were already gray, but with the stimulation it looked as if they’d turned to smoke. She hoped it was a sign that he was smoldering from the inside out.
Without warning, he grabbed her by the armpits and hauled her up. As soon as she was on her feet, he was walking them toward the bed. From his expression, she guessed that the foreplay was over. She would have argued, but the determined look he gave her made her think that this was going to be an experience she was never going to forget. If he could give her half of what his stare promised, she was in for the best orgasm of her life.
He tossed her onto the bed. Instantly, she was crawling backward to make room for him. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to him. His expression changed to one she was pretty sure was a command to stay, then he pulled her panties off.
“No tan lines,” he said.
It wasn’t a question, so she didn’t answer him. From the way he was smiling, she thought he approved. Both his hands went to her right foot. His grasp was firm. There was no way she could confuse the way he was touching her with a caress. Not that it was bad, it was just firm. He massaged as he literally explored every inch of her.
She had to swallow her protest. She didn’t like her body and didn’t want him looking that closely at it. She didn’t have the figure women were supposed to have. Her hips were too narrow, her waist was too short and there was no way she would have an “hour glass” figure no matter how much she tried. All she could do was keep in shape so that she didn’t get fat. Her mother didn’t exercise and looked like an apple with legs. She wasn’t going to let that happen to her, even if it meant spending a large portion of her life in a gym.
The difficulty was that she really didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. He had worked his way up each of her legs and everywhere seemed to be melting under his touch. Each breath got shorter as he worked his way up her thighs. She knew he would be touching her pussy in seconds. The anticipation was driving her crazy, but knowing that he would have his hands on her most sensitive place, which was screaming for attention, was the only thing keeping her quiet.
Then he skipped the erogenous zone between her legs completely and started massaging her hands. She couldn’t stifle the groan of disappointment. That brought his eyes back up to hers and a little smirk to his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, damn him.
By biting her bottom lip, she was able to get through the slow, deep massage up both of her arms. That brought him to her face, even though her nipples were hard and pushing up at him, begging for attention.
His touch changed to soft and sensual. He skimmed his fingertips over her forehead and across her cheeks. His lips came down on hers, but only briefly. Then they were making their way over her chin and down her neck. His fingertips never left her skin, but were no longer tracking each muscle group with firm pressure. Now everything was so light her nerve ending were stretching to be able to feel it. Just when she got used to the featherlight pressure of his finger, his warm tongue danced over her skin. She was squirming underneath him and couldn’t stop herself.
He went directly from her neck to her breast. She gasped when he finally touched her where she had wanted him to all along. The way he focused his attention on her breast was amazing. She hadn’t thought that her chest was big enough to draw that much ministration, but he had both hands and his mouth involved. While one hand kneaded, the other hand touched her with the gentlest caress she had ever felt. Then, without warning, he drew her nipple into his mouth.
The whole experience was leaving her breathless. She would have been content to let him spent the entire night playing with her breasts if it hadn’t been for the fire that was spreading through her body. The walls of her vagina were contracting, emphasizing that it was empty and didn’t want to be. She was going to go crazy if she didn’t get a cock inside her soon to appease the muscle spasms.
He finally left her breast, but he was working his way down her stomach. She reacted instantly. There was no way she was going to endure more teasing.
“No,” she stated.
He shifted his head to look up at her and from his expression it was obvious he had no idea what it was he was doing wrong.
“You are not going down there,” she explained. “You are going to come up here and fuck me right now.”
“But…”
“But nothing,” she said. “Either you fuck me right now, or I’ll go through this entire building until I find someone who will.”
He rose to look at her and she realized what she had just said. She closed her eyes and tried to figure out a way to take it all back. She never spoke like that and especially not in bed. She had no idea what had come over her.
“There will be no need for that, just let me get a condom,” he said.
She wanted to melt into the bed, but knew it wasn’t going to happen. She even had the idea to just get up and leave, but if she did that she would have no one to satisfy the urgent sexual need that pulsed through her. You’re just going to have to stay here and finish this role of sexual deviant you’ve placed yourself in.
The condoms were in the nightstand, so he had to walk around the end of the bed to get them. She took the opportunity to slide up, lying across his bedspread naked with her head on his pillows. She thought that she just might be able to pull off being sexually assertive. All she had to do was open her eyes.
She finally looked at him when she felt the mattress sag with his weight. He already had the c
ondom on and was crawling across to her. She wouldn’t have blamed him if he hadn’t been interested after her comments, but not only was he still there, his erection was still huge.
He lifted her leg and swung it over her head. His eyes still looked like dark storm clouds and the corners of his mouth were pulled up in a smirk. It seemed as if he had all the confidence she needed. All it took was a small flex of his hip to drag the head of his penis over her pussy. The rigid shaft easily forced its way between her labia and teased her entrance. All the angst over what she said was gone as the urgent desire that had caused it flooded over her again.
“I was going to bring you to climax with my mouth,” he said. “But you didn’t want me to. I want you to think about that as I slowly fuck you.”
That was when she realized he was having fun. He was obviously aroused—his rock-hard erection was twitching as if it was trying to get into her. Yet he wasn’t in the throes of passion like she was.
She knew he was waiting for her to react, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. She locked her gaze with his and was determined not to make a noise or change her expression until he did. It was as if his smirk was a permanent fixture on his face and it was more than enough to inspire a little self-control in her.
He started inside her. It was tighter than she’d expected. She exhaled through pursed lips, but didn’t break eye contact. He stopped when just his head was in, raising one eyebrow. She knew he was waiting for a response, waiting for her to say “stop”, but he still had the smirk. She plastered the same cryptic smile on her lips and waited for him to continue.
Even though her expression was set, she was thankful he was giving her time to adjust to his size. Her vaginal walls needed to stretch to make room for him. He leaned down, forcing another inch inside. It was so splendid. She was no longer empty—in fact she was fuller than she’d imagined possible.
He sank even deeper. She was forcing her body to accept him, even if she would have made anyone else stop. He pushed all the way to her cervix and the sensation bordered on pain.
She thought she was going to have to tell him to stop, but he slowly pulled back out of her. At first, all she felt was relief as her muscles went back to their normal state. But it didn’t take long for the empty sensation to return. It seemed as if he was hovering over her. She wanted to look down to where he was penetrating her, but didn’t dare break eye contact. Finally he sank back down, filling her up once again.
The pace he set was brutally slow. It drew out the feeling of her muscles stretching to accept him, then the empty sensation as he receded. She wanted to bring her hips up to meet him, to do something to make him speed up. The tension in her body was building, but not quickly enough. She wanted it fast and hard, but the constant reminder that he was waiting for her to admit it made her endure the slow buildup that was driving her crazy. She had never been the type to demand anything in bed and now her only thought was to scream at him to fuck her harder. But not giving in was more important. His stone-gray eyes staring down at her were a constant reminder that it was a battle of wills.
Time passed, but she had no idea how long. All she knew that she was filled up with the greatest cock she had ever seen. But instead of screaming with the joy of it, she was locked in a staring contest with what seemed to be the most stubborn male on the planet.
At first her body just became more sensitive. She could feel his ball sac occasionally rubbing against her ass. Then she started getting warmer. The heat started in her groin and slowly spread until it burnt up every inch of her skin. Even though the pressure was building enough to make her erupt, she didn’t respond. She was still giving him the bland stare and he was still driving into her with the same slow pace. She was sure he was going to get tired, or at least need to change position, but he was rock steady above her.
The only sign he gave that he was exerting himself was the thin sheen of sweat that covered his torso. The pheromones it was mixed with reached her nose. It was a primal concoction that went directly to her brain stem. There was no way to suppress the subconscious reaction to it. All self-control was gone as her body rebelled against her. Her eyes lost the ability to focus, on him or on anything else in the room. She closed her eyes just as the shudder went down her spine. She was breathing through clenched teeth, letting the orgasm roll over her. She was no longer just lying there, letting him do all the work. Her pelvis was rising up to meet him, making their bodies smack as they pounded into each other.
She realized when she finally let go—she was getting fucked in ways she hadn’t imagined possible. Every drive of his cock into her was another starburst of sensory overload and each one was coming faster than the one before it. Time drew out as he pounded into her over and over again.
His mouth came down on her neck. Her skin wasn’t ready for the touch and it drove her into another orgasm. She wrapped her arms around him, held him tight up against her. What had been back-to-back orgasms turned into a continuous one that she didn’t think she was going to be able to survive. Her muscles contorted her body into a position that gave him even deeper access. She was calling out, but even she couldn’t make sense of the sounds she was making.
She prayed that he was going to climax soon. She was getting concerned that the orgasm would never stop. She had never heard of a woman having a never-ending orgasm, but that didn’t reassure her that it wasn’t going to happen to her.
Finally his body flexed above her. He gave a visceral grunt she barely heard. His back arched, driving him even deeper inside her and grinding his pelvis into her sensitive clit. It was like the finale of the best fireworks show she had ever seen, only inside her body instead of up in the sky. By the time the explosions stopped, she was limp in the bed and he was sprawled next to her.
* * * * *
One limb at a time, Tori tested them for responsiveness. To her surprise, they were all working, even if they were slow to react. She wanted to lie there and enjoy the feeling of being completely sated. Unfortunately, she was thirsty. It wasn’t the kind of thirst that was annoying and could be ignored. Her throat felt like burning sandpaper. She was going to have to get up and find something to quench it.
Collin was lying next to her and was already asleep. Nothing about the sexual experience had been typical, so she could let it slide that he’d fallen right to sleep in true male fashion. He made soft sounds, not quite snores, each time he exhaled.
She tentatively put her weight on her legs and didn’t end up falling. At least she didn’t have to fumble around in the dark—they had left every light on. His clothes were sprawled across the floor at her feet, so she reached down and grabbed his T-shirt. She knew that people across the street liked to stare into his windows and she didn’t want to give them any more of a show than they already had seen.
With that in mind, she was looking through the glass as she stepped into the living room. She had expected to see a one-inch gap in the curtains across the street with an eyeball between them. Instead the gap was a couple feet and as soon as Anne saw her emerge from the bedroom, she was dancing around in a circle. Suddenly she wasn’t thirsty anymore. She gathered up her clothes and got out as quickly as she could.
Chapter Two
When the door clicked shut behind Tori, she leaned into it. Out of habit, she reached back and locked it. She was tired and just wanted to go to bed. The blinking light of the answering machine indicated that she was going to have to listen to a message and possibly call someone back before she would be able to get some rest.
“It’s Anne. I was just wondering if you’ve made it across the street yet. It’s been two months. So, hurry up, get over there and call me back with the details.”
There would be no phone call, because there were no details. She was not going back over there. How many times did she have to explain that she was not chasing after a guy she had nothing more than a physical attraction to? It didn’t matter how good the sex had been—if it was meant to be, fate wo
uld bring them back together.
She hoped that the memories of him on top of her would fade, but each time she thought about it they came back with clarity. She could see him rising above her with his slow, steady pace she’d thought would go on forever. She needed to stop thinking about it, or she was going to have to get out her little glass toy. Tonight she needed to rest, not find ways to keep herself awake, because she had to get up early.
So there was nothing keeping her from bed after all. Anne could wait another day to find out there was nothing to hear. Her feet carried her into the bedroom. She didn’t have to think about it as she grabbed an old pair of yoga pants and an oversized T-shirt. She did brush her teeth, but that was the only part of her evening routine that she didn’t skip.
Tori slipped between the sheets and pulled the blanket up to her chin. She was curled up on her side, facing the window. The curtains were closed, just as they had been since Anne had moved out, blocking her view of Collin. He should be just starting his workout. She wondered if he would be on the treadmill or the elliptical. Then she flopped onto her other side, knowing that she needed to stop thinking about him or she was never going to get to sleep.
Just as she started to drift off, a loud noise startled her awake. She sat there for a second, wondered what it was. Had she really heard something, or had she been in a dream? Then the sound of people yelling carried back to her. She drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, knowing that this was real life and not just a nightmare that was already gone. She lived in a good building in one of the better neighborhoods. This sort of thing was not supposed to happen.
Then something slammed into her door. She was out of the covers and had scrambled to the far side of the bed before she even realized she had moved. She held the corner of the blanket up in front of her as if it were a shield. She knew they had hit her living room door, but her bedroom door stood wide open, doing nothing to block anyone who came into her house.
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