Chasing Perfect (Someday#4)

by Melanie Shawn

  My arousal was building to unbelievable heights with every second that passed and every millimeter the zipper traveled. I could only imagine, judging by the way Sandy’s breathing was speeding up, that she felt exactly the same way. So I upped the ante a little bit by letting my thumb trail down in the wake of the zipper, caressing the bare skin of her back.

  When the dress was finally fully unzipped, Sandy did a roll-and-flick combination move with her shoulders that caused it to fall seamlessly—and almost ethereally—to the floor. She then gracefully stepped out of the circle of pooled fabric and, with the most effortless little kick imaginable, sent it sailing across the room and into the corner.

  Holy shit. If I’d thought I’d been turned on before…

  She pivoted until she was facing me, wearing nothing but a hot-pink thong and high heels. My eyes traveled from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, taking in every spectacular inch of her. I drank in the sight as if it were the last thing I would ever be able to see in my life—and I don’t know that I would’ve been disappointed if it were. It certainly was the most gorgeous and amazing thing I’d ever seen.

  Her face was glowing, and her elegant neck led to shoulders that were held proudly and confidently back. This only emphasized the soft flare of her beautiful, full breasts. Her nipples were already hard, which was only fair. My dick had been that way for a while now, so it was about time her body parts caught up.

  Her waist tucked in neatly, leading down to her full and feminine hips, one of which was cocked to the side with her hand sassily resting on it. Then her long and luscious legs extended to her dangerously high heels.

  “I see you like my shoes.” Sandy sounded amused. “These are called ‘fuck-me’ heels. That sounds like a challenge to me. Are you up for it?”

  I raised my eyes to meet hers only to find hers staring directly at my crotch which twitched under her seductive, hungry gaze. “Hell yes.”

  “Good. Step One: we need to get you out of those clothes. At least, most of them. It only seems fair that you should be about as naked as I am at any given point.”

  She wasn’t going to get any argument from me. In fact, that sounded pretty damn reasonable.

  I stood there for a moment, thinking she was about to come over to me.

  She laughed. “What are you waiting for? You think I’m going to undress you?”

  “You said we should get me out of these clothes.”

  She shook her head. “That was metaphorical. No. I’m not going to lift a damn finger. I’m just gonna stand here and watch you strip the same way you got to watch me. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it, just like I’m sure you did. Do you have a problem with that?”

  No, I sure as hell did not.

  I took my jacket off and tossed it into the corner where her dress had landed. I unfastened my bow tie, and it joined the jacket and dress in the growing pile of clothes. I started unbuttoning my shirt and had to work to control the trembling of my fingers. I didn’t want her to see me shaking. They were only doing that because of the overload of adrenaline coursing through my system, which had been brought on by the incredible fucking arousal of looking at her amazing body. But she had no way of knowing that. She might have thought I was nervous, and there was no way I wanted to give that impression.

  I was anything but nervous. In fact, I was damn eager.

  After my shirt had joined the pile, I slipped my shoes and socks off and tossed them on there as well. When I straightened back up and started to unfasten the clasp on my pants, Sandy giggled and rushed over to me.

  “I wanted to keep watching, but I couldn’t help myself. I just have to help.”

  Again, she wasn’t going to get any argument from me.

  She trailed her fingertips over the contours of my muscles and chest before sliding them behind the back of my neck and tangling them in my hair. Every nerve ending was on high alert. God, I’d forgotten how amazing her touch felt.

  Her fingers burned a path down the surface of my skin. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. This, or variations of it, had occurred so many times in my fantasies, in my dreams, and in my memory. But the fact that it was now real again, happening in the flesh—it was almost too much to process. Maybe the alcohol was partly responsible, but whatever the reason, everything seemed to be engulfed in a dreamlike haze, like Sandy and I were lazily floating down a river of pleasure, being carried along by a strong and steady current.

  All of that soft haziness evaporated in an instant the minute her fingers found their rhythm and my pants came off in a rush. She moved her hand inside my boxer briefs and wrapped her fingers firmly around my dick, causing it to powerfully pulse and throb in her grip.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, “Baby, that feels so good. I love the way it feels when you touch me.”

  “I love touching you. I love feeling you get harder and harder under my touch,” she whispered, her head tilted back and her face was so close to mine that her hot breath brushed my ear as she spoke.

  I closed the distance between our lips in a fraction of a second, crushing her lips to mine and driving my tongue deep inside her hot, wet mouth. I pushed hard, exploring, the heat in my veins growing by the second as she began to move her hand in a steady rhythm up and down my cock. It was like steel now, ready to shove inside her, ready to drive so deep inside of her that I wouldn’t know where I ended and she began.

  That was going to have to wait though. I wanted and needed to do a lot of things to her body before then.

  Without breaking our kiss, she slid my boxer briefs down over my rock-hard erection and then the rest of the way off. They joined the rest of our clothing in the pile, and now, the only thing standing between our complete nakedness was her little hot-pink thong and the “fuck-me” heels she had on her feet.

  I didn’t actually mind the heels. They could stay, as far as I was concerned.

  I kissed her harder and harder as her hand pumped my straining shaft faster and faster. Our rhythms were in sync. As my tongue plunged deep into her mouth over and over again, her hand mimicked that in-and-out movement up and down my hard shaft.

  My hands drifted from place to place on her body as we kissed, digging into her soft flesh. I gripped her tiny waist, cupped her perfect ass, and finally pressed them against her back so that her full breasts were crushed against my chest.

  I loved how small and delicate her body felt in my arms, how that contrasted with the strength her hand was exhibiting as she pumped her hand up and down my cock. It was a perfect metaphor for Sandy herself—a gorgeous, delicate flower who showed amazing strength in unexpected ways. It was one of the things I loved best about her.

  Yeah. I loved her, and right there in that room, with our bodies pressed together, hot skin to hot skin, I was more sure of it than ever. For so many years, I had obsessed about whether or not we would end up together, but I realized now that didn’t really matter. I had no control over the future. I needed to focus on the now—make the most of now. I needed to lose myself in her, lose myself in the moment. All I knew for sure was that Sandy and I had the present, that moment, and I was going to let it be enough.

  I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up. She giggled and wrapped her legs around me, planting soft kisses down my neck as I carried her over to the bed. I laid her down and then stood up slowly, letting my eyes rake over the luscious sight of her hair splayed out on the bed and how beautiful her breasts looked as she stretched her arms above her head.

  I settled myself down next to her on the bed, kissing her neck as I caressed her body with one hand and ran the other through her silky hair. She moaned in pleasure and writhed under my kisses and touch, which only fueled the fire of my arousal even further.

  I moved my mouth to her breasts, taking first one stiff nipple in my mouth and then the other. Her hands flew to the back of my head, urging me on, and her back arched in pleasure.

  “Hunter, that feels so good. It’s amazing,” she breathe
d, a low rasp in her voice.

  She was just as turned on as I was. It was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

  I shifted positions so that I was kneeling on the bed, between her legs, which gave me better leverage to pay equal attention to her spectacular breasts. I cupped them in my hands, squeezing to tighten the nipples and increase her pleasure when I flicked the hardened tip of my tongue across them. Judging by the way her moans and gasps of pleasure increased, it was having the intended effect.

  “God, Hunter, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she begged.

  “Don’t worry, baby. When I stop, it’ll only be to move on to something you’re gonna enjoy even more. That’s a promise.”

  She laughed, a breathy sound that was half moan. Her pleasure was infiltrating every corner of her voice, and I absolutely loved it. I wanted to make her voice sound like that every night for the rest of our lives. But even if tonight was the only night we got, I was going to make it count. I was going to make sure it was a night she would never, ever forget. Not for as long as she lived.

  God knew I wouldn’t forget.

  “Fuck, you taste good,” I murmured, moving farther down her body. I couldn’t get enough of the sweet and salty taste of her skin, the way it was hot and smooth and silky all at the same time. I loved the way her muscles trembled underneath my touch, the fact that I had that kind of an effect on her.

  She looked up at me, her expression more clear-eyed than I’d seen it all night. “Then taste me,” she said matter-of-factly. “If I taste so good, then I think you need to put your mouth where… Well, you get the idea.” The sly, little smirk on her face was vintage Sandy.

  And I couldn’t help but return it. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

  I stood, grasped her hips in my hands, and pulled her down to the edge of the bed in one swift movement. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, and then she laughed with pure delight. When she spoke, though, the huskiness of her voice was far removed from amusement.

  “Damn. I like take-charge-Hunter. That’s fucking hot.”

  I kneeled in front of the bed and slid Sandy’s panties off. They completed the pile of discarded clothing. But I left the shoes on her feet.

  “Spread your legs.” My tone was authoritative and commanding and by the flush that rushed up her body, and how her nipples hardened even further, she liked it. A lot.

  Sandy did as I instructed and when she was completely open to me, I noticed something new. I ran my fingers over her lower belly and down to the beautiful area at the apex of her legs, smiling the whole time.

  “What exactly is this?”

  She grinned back at me. “It’s called Vajazzling.”

  “Okay.”

  “It’s cute little rhinestone decorations. For…you know. Your va-jay-jay.”

  “Yeah. I got that. Fairly self-evident. So, I take it you’ve gone through an evolution of your philosophy on lady parts grooming.”

  She looked genuinely confused at that.

  “Because I seem to remember that you used to feel—pretty strongly, in fact—that a ‘pretty kitty’ was better than a bare one. And this one is definitely bare, even if it is…um…adorned.”

  She smiled seductively. “Well, you know what they say. College is a time for exploration. Experimentation. Figuring out what you feel and what you think about all kinds of topics. So why would vaginal grooming be any different? That’s what I felt then. This is what I’m trying now. Do you have a problem with that?”

  I shook my head, unable to form an answer. My voice was caught in my throat.

  “Besides,” she continued, “I actually think it’s still kind of pretty.”

  I nodded. Seemed I was still having the same issue with my voice.

  She continued, her voice dropping to even sultrier levels. “Don’t you agree that it’s still very pretty?”

  “Yes,” I rasped. “It’s beautiful.”

  “Don’t you want to touch it? Or maybe even…taste it?” She spread her legs wider, giving me a full view of her perfect, pretty pussy. It was glistening with wetness, and the answer to her question was that, hell yes, I wanted to taste it. Badly.

  I ran my hands up her inner thighs. Her muscles quivered, and goosebumps appeared on her skin. Her head fell back as a shudder ran through her body. With my fingers, I spread her feminine lips apart and then leaned down and covered it with my mouth.

  She was hot and slick and oh so very fucking delicious. I trailed my tongue from her slit up over her the hood of her sex and then back down several times, and then I focused all of my attention on her hardened nub that was pulsing for my attention. When her legs began shaking, I slipped two fingers inside her to increase her pleasure. I pumped my fingers in and out of her, flicking her clit faster and faster.

  When she was getting close to orgasm, I backed off in speed and intensity, bringing her down just enough to keep her from coming. I did this several times, until finally she bucked her hips up in frustration and cried, “Hunter, stop doing that! I want to come. Please! Just…let…me…come!”

  “You will,” I assured her, while still keeping my focus on her sex. I couldn’t help the smile that pulled at my lips. I loved that I could drive her this crazy.

  “Really?” She set up on her elbows and I looked up at her to see a very frustrated Sandy staring down at me. “Could’ve fooled me.”

  I slowly and rhythmically stroked her clit with my thumb while we talked to keep her hot and ready for me when I devoured her again with my mouth. “You will, baby. And when you do, it’s going to be off-the-charts fucking amazing.”

  As my finger continued to graze her intimately her eyelids grew heavy and I could feel the evidence of her growing arousal coat my hand. She bit the bottom of her lip as she stared down at me while I continued stroking, rubbing, and pressing her in all the right places. For a moment I thought that she was going to surrender to the pleasure I was giving her, but this was Sandy, I should’ve known it wasn’t going to be that easy.

  Her hips began rocking against my hand, seeking harder contact. When I didn’t let her set the rhythm, she fell back on the bed in frustration and covered her face with her arms. “I want to come. I need to come. I really need to come!”

  “Baby, look at me. Look in my eyes,” I commanded.

  I knew I was pushing her. Knew that she didn’t give up control easily. But I also knew that this might be the only time I was going to be with Sandy, in this way, and I planned on making the most of it.

  Finally, she did as I asked, but her eyes were fogged over with lust. I maintained our eye contact and waited for them to clear.

  “Does this feel good?” My voice sounded deeper than I’d ever heard it before.

  “Yes,” she answered automatically.

  I added pressure along the base of her opening then ran my fingers up her slick folds stopping at her clit and rubbing it in a way that I knew she loved.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she breathed.

  When I slid my fingertips back down to her sex, she whimpered in frustration, but continued to stare down at me.

  Softly but firmly I asked, “Do you trust me?”

  She hesitated only one thoughtful moment before nodding and replying softly, “Yes. With all my heart.”

  “Good.”

  Without waiting for her response, I covered her pussy with my mouth again, flicking my tongue over her clit in speedy circles, as I frantically manipulated her cunt with my fingers. That time, when she started climbing towards the peak of orgasm, I let her crest it. I wasn’t a monster, after all. Just a commanding and masterful lover.

  I reveled in the feel of her pussy clenching my fingers and trembling under my tongue as the powerful climax rocked her body. I enjoyed every second of her pleasure-soaked screams as they filled my ears.

  Before the waves of orgasmic bliss had even finished washing over her, I had quickly rolled on a condom and was ready to enter her. I leaned down to lift her up and scoot her back towards the middle of the bed so that I co
uld position myself over her, but she shook her head.

  “Uh-uh, cowboy.” She said through labored pants. “You’ve had the reins long enough. I’m gonna ride you this time around.”

  With that, she sprang up off the mattress like a gymnast in training. She pushed me back down on the bed and straddled me with her hands on my chest. I was amazed by every minute movement of her beautiful body and the look of concentration on her gorgeous face.

  She reached between my legs and grabbed my thick, pulsing shaft, positioning my engorged head at her opening.

  Fuck.

  I didn’t know what was making it harder in that moment—the feeling of her hand grasping my dick, or the visual of the tip just about to enter her vajazzled pussy. The two things I knew for sure were that both of those things were sexy as hell, and my cock was as hard as a rock.

  When Sandy had me positioned exactly where she needed me, she leaned back a little, steadying herself with her hands on my legs behind her. She closed her eyes and slowly lowered herself down. I watched as inch by inch I disappeared inside her tight, wet tunnel. The pleasure of me entering her played out in a thousand tiny flits of emotion and sensation rushing across her face. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. No contest.

  When I had filled her completely, my body buried deep inside her, she held very still for a minute, breathing hard. I loved everything about that moment—the way her inner walls clenched my rock-hard cock, the way every inch of her skin was shiny and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the way her full, soft breasts rose and fell as she took in deep and even breaths. It was all equally beautiful.

  She leaned forward and planted her hands squarely on my chest. Her hips then began to undulate, picking up speed as the strokes increased. When it seemed like the intensity couldn’t build any further without an absolute explosion, she cried out, “Oh, fuck, yes!” and started riding me in earnest, bouncing up and down in a furious rhythm.