“Is this for me baby?” I ask, my voice sounding deep and hoarse. “Are you wet for me ?” I ask looking at the back of her head and I see her nod.
“Tell me Sabrina, who are you wet for baby?” Her body quivers, her hips try to buck into my finger but I hold her in place with one hand, “Tell me.”
“You Mike… I’m wet for you. Please I need…”
“I know what you need… I’ll get you there.” I tell her this as my finger moves over to her clit and I gently rub that pretty pink swollen pearl. Moving my finger back to her core I slip my finger into her. She’s so tight and wet and fucking hot. Her honey coats my finger, making it easy to glide it in and out. I hear her moaning and pleading with me to give her more. I smile as she tries to squirm and buck but I won’t let her. Not yet. I am going to make this last as long as I can.
I can smell her arousal and it fucking makes me harder than I already was, making me want to taste her. I can hear her whimpers and moans. My mouth on her hip I bite it and her back arches towards me. Gently taking my finger out of her I turn her to face me. Standing in front of her I kiss her slow and she presses into my body. My hands in her hair, controlling the kiss and she lets me. She doesn’t even think twice about it. Fuck. Fuck I love that. I love the way she gave into me without questioning or trying to make a powerplay, or fucking mind games. No, my girl let me take control and she enjoyed it. I could feel her tightly beaded nipples crushed against my chest, the smell of her sex permeating the fucking air making us completely lost in a fog of need and lust.
***
Sabrina
His kiss was hard and hungry. Like he was starving for me and I was more than willing to give him anything he needed to satisfy that hunger. I wanted him to touch me with his talented fingers. As we drink from one anothers’ mouths, tasting each other, enjoying one another. The more I got from the more I needed. Almost as if reading my thoughts he broke our kiss. His jaw was slightly skimming my chin and neck as he kissed the skin there, his mouth hot and wet.
His confidence, the way he carried himself was so incredibly sexy.
It wasn’t in a cocky arrogant way that he carried himself, no. He carried himself with a confidence that he knew he could drive me crazy with need and want. He knew what to do when I gave him the reins and he knew what to do with it when I passed control to him. So entranced with his mouth on my neck I didn’t realize he was turning us around until the back of my legs hit the edge of his bed.
Wordlessly he laid me down onto his bed, his body draped over mine. His body feels glorious. His skin is hot to the touch and the strong muscles beneath my fingers are beautiful, strong. Before I can explore too much he grabs my wrist in a vice like grip and smirks devilishly at me shaking his head.
“Don’t move your hands. Keep them above your head,” he demands, his words making me needier as the tone of his voice makes me melt even more. His complete masculinity is alluring and I am completely captivated by him. I can’t seem to do anything other than surrender to anything he’d ask for.
His hands go to my face loving the look in his ice blue eyes.There is something there. Something that through my drugged like fog of lust I couldn’t even try to comprehend at the moment. I would have seen something that would have left me breathless. speechless. But i was too enthralled on feeling every touch. every caress. Every breath that skimmed my skin . Every sound that escaped our lip. Feeling the hair from his goatee scrape against my jaw, his lips moving down to the spot that drives me crazy on my neck makes my toes curl.
“Mike…,” I gasp arching my back, my hands dying to go into his hair. I can hear his chuckle and see him shake his head.
“Don’t move your hands, or maybe I should tie you down to my bed?” he says gruffly against my ear. I whimper as the image of being tied to his bed saturates my thoughts. My fingers digging into the sheets grabbing hold of them tightly, knuckles white clutching the soft fabric closely, I concentrate, taking every ounce of self control not to let go worried that if I did, he’d stop.
“I think you would like that. Wouldn’t you baby? Tied up. At my mercy. Letting me do whatever I wanted to you…” he says against my ear. I bite my lower lip trying not to squirm, but I ache for his touch. “Knowing I would take care of you, please you….eventually once I had my fill of playing with you.” he says against my skin and I whimper.
“Maybe next time,” he says against the side of my face, surprising me how hot it made me to hand him that type of control and power. His lips are finally on mine kissing me softly making any thoughts of being tied up disappear.
His mouth slowly moves away from my lips as they start an exploration of my body. From my neck to my chest, his mouth’s invasion on skin that hasn’t been touched this way in too long starts to brew a storm inside of me. He kisses and licks and nips my skin until his mouth finally reaches my nipples. Longing and need coursing through my veins, my nerves are on edge. His mouth feels like a catch twenty-two, relief at finally reaching a destination, yet only to fuel the need for more. One of his hands going to my other breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers. My mind is delirious with the ache and yearning for more. After kissing and licking and nipping at both of my breasts, his talented mouth trails down to my navel.
“You are so beautiful Sabrina,” he says almost in a whisper against my skin, almost as if he’s talking to himself.
I arch my back at the feel of his breath on my skin. Any thoughts of being self-conscious of him seeing my body this way is becoming non-existent as I feel his hardness poking my leg. His body is so big and strong yet graceful and flexible as he leaned into me. His mouth moves taking turns torturing me as he kisses and licks the sides of my body under my breasts. His mouth finally moving down to my hips. His hands possessively holding onto my hips, his long strong fingers holding my hips down. His mouth coming to my front, his nose at my mound I futilely try to buck my body up towards him, but his hands held me down, unwilling to give me what I needed. I look at him as he kneels on the floor in front of the bed, my bottom now at the edge of his bed. I wantonly open my legs for him as my eyes are on him. He licks his lips as he looks at me bare in front of him, his gaze going to mine.
“So fucking pretty baby,” he says pulling my ankle up to the edge of the bed so I am now lying in front of him spread eagle, surprising me at how erotic it all felt. His nose is grazing my inner thigh. Breathing in deep, he places a wet warm kiss on my inner thigh. My need for him so big that my body aches and throbs. Repeating his torture on the other thigh, my body squirming and all I can do is hold onto the sheets even tighter.
Then it what I had wanted… needed happened and I felt breathless.
His mouth reached my center and I couldn’t stay quiet. Not if I had a gun to my head could I have stayed silent or muffled the mews of pleasure that escaped my lips. Arching my body up, one of his hands going to the center of my stomach, open palmed pushing me down onto the bed. His name on my lips repeating over and over as he pulls me closer and closer to the edge of no return.
“You taste so good Sabrina,” he says, his lips a whisper against my sensitive flesh, his voice gruff. He lapped at my center slow like he was savoring me, worshipping me. Suddenly he was moving away from my pussy. I whimper at the loss of his mouth and even with the hard racing thumping of my heart at my ears I heard him chuckle. Not even a second later he slides two of his thick long fingers into me. Slowly sliding them in and out making me moan loudly. I fruitlessly try to squirm to move into his fingers, trying to wordlessly convey I needed him to go faster, but he keeps his pace slow and torturous until I give in and stay still. One hand still on my stomach the other at my core he finally picks up the pace, sliding his thick fingers in and out of my soaked pussy. I can barely breathe from how great it feels, when his mouth goes back to my clit. I feel the warmth and heat from his mouth, bringing my clit closer to him he starts to suck and lick furiously. Behind my closed eyes I can feel it, the enormity of my orgasm on the e
dge.
“Mike…,” I gasp, “Oh shit… I’m….I’m going to…”
He pushes his fingers in deeper touching just the right spot working me. Paying with me as if he had done it a thousand times. I was so lost in hoarse whispers, dirty words I didn’t see how close I was until I was there. With a silent scream I rode the waves of pleasure as they crashed hard and fast over my body. One after another until they were nothing but small ripples of pleasure he slowed, but much to my surprise he didn’t stop. Mike pushed my limits as he started up his speed faster, harder. His fingers pushing in and out as my body bucked beneath his mouth and fingers looking for it again. Before I knew it he was suddenly bringing me over the edge all over again. His names on my lips the room filled with heavy breathing, moans but I still heard him gro. His sexy voice and the sounds that came from his throat made me look at him as I tried to catch my breath, fighting away the delicious exhaustion that hit my body. Without realizing it at one point, he had moved his hand off of my stomach and he had been stroking himself as he took care of me. Just as I realize what is happening I move up onto my elbows and watch him as he is about to come.
“Fuck… Sabrina!” he groans out loudly and he grunts, his fingers still deep inside of me, as thick white ropes of cum shot into the air hitting his flat muscular stomach.
His face down by my knees, breathing heavy, I feel his lips kiss them. Softly almost reverently. He slowly takes his fingers out of me. Still kneeling in front of me, his hands stroking the skin on my outer thighs I lay back in bed. My hands reaching for his at my thighs stroking his skin slowly, lazily trying to calm my furiously beating heart. Feeling content and sated I can’t help the smile on my face as I try not to think too much about what had just happened.
“I’ll be right back,” he says, breaking the silence, his voice gruff. He stands up and starts walking towards the bathroom.
“Mike,” I whisper and he stops, his muscular back to me but he’s not turning around, “Come to bed with me Mike.”
“Let me clean up,” he says softly and with that walks into the bathroom closing the door behind him.
I didn’t have too much time to chew over why he had left so quickly or why he didn’t turn to face me because as quickly as he had left he came back and pulled me into bed with him bringing up the luxurious down comforter with him. Covering both of us, he tucked me into his side. I sighed in contentment with a soft smile on my lips.
“You okay baby?” he asks, his heart beating calmly against my ear, I nod. Thinking about how he had pleased me I wanted to take care of him back, and I felt a little guilty that he had taken matters into his own hands…even if it had been one of the most erotic things I had ever witnessed.
“Stop.” His voice is clear in the silence of the room.
“Stop what?” I ask my hands on his abs, mindlessly drawing tiny circles.
“Thinking so hard. I wanted it to be about you tonight,” he says and it creates a ripple effect in my heart.
“What if…” I start to say stopping as I hear him laughing, his arms holding me tighter I look up at him.
“Baby, you pleased me. I have never came that hard or fast before. Between tasting you and touching you, fuck feeling you come on my mouth, it drove me crazy. Shit baby that was all because of you. Trust me I’m okay. If I come like that when I go down, I’d fucking eat you three times a day every fucking day!” he says and I look at him in surprise.
I smile at him as he leans in to kiss me. My face is warm from blushing at his words, but he makes me feel something so deep inside of me I don’t care that I’m blushing like a schoolgirl. His kisses are light, sweet and achingly tender. I move away from him looking into his beautiful pale blue eyes and he looks at me questioningly.
“Thank you Mike. That was….”
“Good?” he lifts an eyebrow and I shake my head and sigh.
“A lot better than good Mike,” I whisper getting comfortable tucking my body into his, letting the warmth of his body blanket over me in so many different ways. Something about tonight shifted things. I just wasn’t sure how. My eyes are so heavy that they close on their own, without giving me too much time to think about it.
***
Mike
I hold her close, kissing the top of her head. Her naked body relaxed next to mine, her breathing evening out, I knew she was well on her way to falling asleep. Even with my eyes heavy, all I could think was about how perfect it felt to hold her like this, the way her body fit into mine when I held her as she started to fall asleep. So many thoughts in my mind, I wasn’t sure which one to focus on first. From knowing that I am completely over my head with her and the situation I put us in, to how badly I want to call her mine, to not wanting to ever let her go. Slowly I fall into a deep heavy sleep.
***
The bed rises, and my arms feel empty, but even then I keep my eyes closed. I hear soft shuffling noises around the house, my arms automatically reach for her but my bed is empty. The spot in the bed where she had been sleeping was still warm. I glance over to my alarm clock; taking in as it glares at me that it’s a quarter past five. Rubbing my face, I stand and go looking for her.
I find her in my living room, fully dressed, her hair still down and a little wild as she puts on her shoes.
“Hey,” I say standing behind my brown leather recliner.
“Hey, I’m sorry did I wake you up?” She asks, sounding a little nervous.
“No you’re good. What are you doing baby? Leaving?” I asked calmly trying not to show how much I didn’t like not waking up next to her.
“Yeah. I want to be back before the kids realize I’m gone. I’m sorry Mike,” she says standing. Not looking at me as she talks instead focusing on trying to zip up her black hoodie, I can tell she is nervous.Closing the space between us I move her hands from the hoodie, slowly zipping it for her. Once it’s closed, I kiss her forehead.
“I don’t want to leave,” she says almost as a whisper, her head in my chest as I tighten my grip on her. Her voice sounds slightly sad, just the way I had felt when I had realized I had woken up in bed alone. In a weird way that made me slightly hopeful, that whatever the hell I was feeling she was feeling the same way.
“I don’t want you to go either sweetheart.” She looks up at me, her eyes dark and so fucking honest. Everything she was feeling was written across her face. Everything she was feeling, I felt tenfold, but I was stuck choking down my words.
“I’m sorry about picking a fight last night. Thats why I came here last night, to apologize. I wasn’t expecting to do what we did. Not that I regret it. I don’t. I’m glad we did… I really really liked it,” she says as she starts to ramble nervously. “I want you to know that I get you wanting to take this slow Mike, I really do. I mean look at us right now. I’d rather stay in bed with you. Everything I bring to the table…”
“Is fucking amazing. I understand you having to leave, even if all I want to do is to drag you back into bed with me and repeat everything we did last night,” I admit and she gives me a bright smile, her eyes dancing with amusement.
Standing on the tips of her toes she rises, her lips going to mine. Her kiss leaving me breathless. She tastes like mint and everything I am feeling, everything that I have been keeping at bay when it came to her, fucking hits me.
I will never have enough of her.
There will never be enough time with her.
Never enough time to kiss her or hold her.
I will never really deserve her.
Her small, soft hands on my face, she keeps kissing me and I break the kiss trying hard to smile at her.
“Do you have plans today?” she asks as she pulls her hair up into a messy bun at the top of her head.
“Yeah, John is coming over later,” I lie.
I am an asshole.
I lie because all I want to do is be with her, but I know I should probably give her space. Her expression shows her disappointment, but she quickly tries to mask it.
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br /> “That’s good. You guys have fun,” she tells me, clearly giving me a fake smile as she walks to the table by the door putting on her black framed glasses.
“If he cancels, is it okay if I call you?” I ask and a real smile replaces the fake one, her brown eyes going warm and soft.
“If he cancels just come over,” she says smiling. Then she takes a deep breath almost like she doesn’t want to, “Okay then, I better get going.”
Grabbing a hoodie and slipping on some flip flops, I walk her to her car. Kissing her goodbye I stand there as I watch her SUV disappear into the distance and wonder what it would be like to wake up to her everyday for the rest of my life.
I’m completely over my head.
Sabrina
Kids are all in my parents huge living room watching TV, as I walk into my mom’s room. Sitting at the edge of her bed, I watch her finish up getting ready, putting on her make-up. I remember doing this endless times growing up when she would get ready to go out with my dad. Something up until now I hadn’t realized I had missed doing over the years.
My parents are having a fourth of July BBQ and asked me to invite Mike. Another month had flown by and Mike and I had gotten into some what of a routine. We had had one more sleep over, when Emmi watched the kids. That time we had pleased one another with our mouths and hands, but still hadn’t gone all the way. Not that I wasn’t ready to go there, I was. It was just he kept putting the brakes on things going there.
I had hesitated, asking Mike over to my parents’ home for the holiday, worried that it was too much for him to handle. We had hung out with Emmi, Dan and Nick a couple more times since Emmi & Dan’s BBQ at their house. It had mostly gone great, but this was my family. My parents were wonderful, but I didn’t know what to expect as far as their reaction and behavior towards him.
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