Seducing Peaches

by Smith, Crystal

  What is going on? I don't understand what just happened. Why didn't he just finish with what he was doing without talking about babies? Why do I have to be such a spaz, I should have ignored it.

  If she had only just held that moment together, he would have never had known it freaked her out and she would be laying in the back snuggled up together, and she could tell him everything that she wanted to now.

  When she woke some four and half hours later it was cold. Shit, I fell asleep with it running. Damn it. Way to go Lois. What else could go wrong? She sat there thinking about it and without a doubt she knew she had to go find Tom. She grabbed what she could stuff in the rolling suitcase and her back pack she carried everywhere with her. Bundled up really tight and commenced to walking in the same direction she watched Tom go.

  It was so much colder than a witch’s tit if that was even possible but it sure felt like it was to her. The snow had gotten pretty deep. It touched just below her knee. Thank God she brought jeans and tennis shoes. Although they weren’t exactly the warmest clothes, it could be worse.

  The wind whipped the wind so hard and fierce her face hurt. It hurt to take a breath. She kept her hands in her pockets, and her coat pulled up over her nose, head ducked as low as she could get it, shoulders pulled up tight. She shook terribly. It hurt to move her legs against the snow and wind.

  She couldn’t see anything but white. She was regretting getting out in this shit. It was the stupidest thing she had ever done. Such bull shit.

  She kept fighting her way. She remembered seeing a mailbox somewhere this direction. Surely she could make it to that. Please God help me make it. No sooner than she prayed it, she seen the mailbox. She turned down what looked like the driveway. The suit case, which she had tied with a piece of rope around her waist so she could just pull and keep her hands covered was getting heavier by the minute.

  She hit something with her feet and fell. It took her a minute to get up. When she did she could see just a small piece of dark material. She brushed some of the snow off and then her heart sank. It was Tom.

  She panicked. She started shoving the snow off of him as quick as she could. When she got most of it off, she tried to wake him up. He didn’t respond to her though. He was barely breathing, heart beat was very faint. He was literally freezing to death. She grabbed his arms and with everything in her, she pulled. Surprisingly it wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be. He just slid across the top of the frozen snow.

  The first thirty or so feet wasn’t so bad. But the longer she drug him and the suit case the harder it was. Her fingers were numb now. They kept slipping off of his coat. She had to keep going.

  Again she hit something and fell. It felt like it took her forever to get back up. She didn’t want to get back up. She had to get Tom to shelter though. It was the only reason she forced herself up. She turned to see what it was that she had hit.

  Yes. Thank You Jesus, Thank You. She found the house. She pulled Tom up on the porch and let go to try to open the door. It wouldn’t open no matter what she did. She busted out a window with a piece of a busted brick she found. That was all she could do.

  She climbed in through the window and unlocked the door. She rushed pulling him inside the house. It was empty. There wasn’t anything but an old worn down holey couch and a busted up table. She didn’t know how she managed to get him up on the couch but she did. She tried again to get him to respond to her but he wouldn’t do it.

  She looked around and seen the fireplace next to the couch. Surely to god she could find something to burn. She walked down the hallway. Two bedrooms and a bathroom but nothing to burn. She went to the back door. Opened it and it wasn’t a back door at all. It led to a room that was sufficiently stocked with firewood.

  She grabbed some of the smallest stuff she could find and threw it in the fireplace. She grabbed some clothing out of the suit case and a lighter from her back pack and started the fire. The wood didn’t want to burn. She had to keep throwing clothes in it to get it hot enough for the wood to catch. She didn’t have much clothing left when it finally caught. She sat there holding her hands over the fire warming them.

  It was the first time she had seen them. They were as blue as they could get. She kept rubbing them together and trying to warm them but it wasn’t working. She could feel the cold lifting as the fire grew hotter. She went back to the back room and carried load after load of firewood back to the fireplace. One more load and she would be done. She heard a crack and that was it.

  *****

  “Lois, Lois where are you?” I could hear Tom yelling for me but I couldn’t get my mouth to work above a slight whine. He continued to yell for me. I could hear him opening and closing the doors.

  “Lois, Lois are you ok.” She could tell he was close. Then she felt him. He was pulling stuff from her legs. “You’re bleeding Lois. Wake up and talk to me Lois. Damn you this is not how it ends.” Is it going to end like this? Is this going to be the last time I heard his voice? And then everything went black.

  Oh warmth. Finally warmth. She could feel hands holding her hands. Body heat next to hers. She had to struggle for her eyes to open. But when they did, relief was the only thing she could see in Tom’s face. “I did it Tom.”

  “Just rest. Concentrate on getting warm. Don’t you feel how warm my body is, my hands are. Feel the heat Lois.” And it was like someone was turning a light switch on and off. One second she could see him, the next she couldn’t see or hear him.

  *****

  She woke again to the most wonderful feeling ever. She was lying next to Tom. Her head rested on his chest. Oh even after all of this, he still smelled so damn good. She wanted to lay there taking in his scent but she knew she couldn’t. She knew the longer she lay there the harder it would be to get up.

  She slowly rose. “Lois, how do you feel?”

  “Better. How do you feel?”

  “Great. Never better. What the hell do you think you were doing leaving the Tahoe? You should have stayed put. That was the plan damn it. You could have gotten yourself killed out there.”

  She looked at him. She couldn’t believe he was chewing her ass. All she could do was turn her head away from him and swallowed that damn lump in her throat that frequently liked to visit when Tom was around her. She stood going to the fire and with another piece of wood stirred it and put more wood on it.

  “Are you going to fucking answer me?” He was livid. His eyes were dark and almost emotionless. His eyes scared her. “Well, questions require fucking answers Lois. Now answer me.”

  “Ok. Why the hell are you yelling at me? What makes you think you have the right to yell at me? What makes you think that I have to listen to your plan? I saved your fucking ass and almost gave my own for yours. FUCK YOU. Don’t you ever talk to me like you just did or so help me God.”

  “So help you God what? Questions require fucking answers and I do believe I asked you several.”

  “Nothing Tom. Nothing. I forget my place with you. Do as you say or else. Fuck that, I don’t want that, and it isn’t about to happen anymore. I asked you questions that you didn’t answer. As a matter of fact, I played your fucking game and you never answered my questions.”

  *****

  Hours must have went by before he said anything. “Lois, I’m sorry. What were the questions?” Is he really expecting me to answer another one of his questions? I don’t care it is to answer mine in the long run. Bastard. She didn’t say a word. Had no plans on it. Just kept poking at the fire. Her hands felt great and they were back to their normal color. She hadn’t noticed it until she was trying to keep from looking at him.

  “Lois, don’t be like that. This is just a fucked up all around situation. Come on talk to me.” Nope, I’m not doing it.

  “Lois if you don’t answer me I will have my way with you. One.” He’s bluffing. “Two.” His voice a little more stern. Still I’m calling his bluff.

  “Three. Lois, so help me, I’m not playing, I�
�m not bluffing, this is as real as I get. You know what happens when I start counting don’t think for a minute I won’t carry out the ending.” Fucking liar was the first thing she thought of. She felt a sudden jerk and the next thing she knew she was in his arms staring into his eyes.

  “Don’t make count higher. I would love to be able to keep on counting but we both know you can’t wrap your mind around why you like it therefore you keep letting yourself hate it.”

  “Put me down.” She said it as stern and forceful as she could.

  “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” She could hear the sarcasm and shitty attitude in his question.

  “Yes, as a matter of fact I would. Now do it. You don’t have any right to touch me anymore. You gave up that right. Now please put me down.”

  “Not until you agree to talk to me.”

  “I don’t have anything to say anything to your no good sorry, womanizing ass. Got it. Did you understand that?”

  “Oh I understand that loud and clear. Let me show you how much I understand it.” His voice was rough when he said it and then she was falling. She no sooner hit the couch as he just threw her off his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, his mouth was on hers. She fought it. She did. But when she opened her mouth to gasp for air his tongue met hers and it was over. Completely and totally over.

  Her tongue acting on its own free will she swore it did. It was like it did what it wanted to do without her telling it to. His mouth tasted so damn good. To good. Lick after lick, taste after taste. It was like their tongues were jousting to be the winner.

  It felt so right. Like his mouth was made to touch her and her only. His lips kissed to her jaw line. She leaned her head back giving him room for what she wanted. He kissed down her neck and up the other side to her ear lobe before sucking it into his mouth and taunting it with his tongue.

  When he found her mouth again it was different. Rougher. More intense. He sucked and nibbled on her lip and then sucked her tongue into his mouth before leaving a path of hot fiery tingles down her chin, her neck and to her chest. He nipped and tugged at her nipples through her clothing before just taking complete and total control of her body.

  His hands were strong they slid down and under her shirt then pushing her shirt up while biting, nipping, licking, and sucking his way up to her breast. His hands softened as his eyes met hers. Then slowly they made their way up and over breast to her bra line. And at a turtles pace he slowly pulled her bra down freeing her breast that perked up at him begging for his mouth to touch them.

  “Peaches, I don’t know how to be what you want me to be. I am what I am. You have to tell me what to do. How to do it. I don’t want to hurt you again.”

  “Just love me. That’s all I ask. Every time you do something to me, talk to me. Explain it to me. Don’t shut me out. The silence scares me more than anything.”

  His lips fell over her nipple sucking it in to his mouth. The fire inside her ignited. She grabbed his head holding it in place and pushing it towards her to take more of her nub into his mouth. She wanted to scream out with the pleasure.

  She arched her back up at him pulling his head over to her other breast and ignoring his faint little chuckle. She didn’t care he thought the way he was making her respond was funny. Didn’t care at all. All she wanted was to have a repeat orgasm just like she had in the Tahoe. And even more she wanted him.

  He nipped harder at her nipple. Causing her to gasp out. The sudden pain only made it that much better when he sucked it hard into his mouth. She could feel her thrill growing. She moaned when he left her breast. His lips and tongue kissed down to her navel. He dipped his tongue deep and caused goose bumps to erupt everywhere on her body.

  Butterflies where growing abundantly in her stomach. As if he was now losing his patience she quickly jerked her pants and panties off, gripping her thighs and squeezing them as he gazed into her eyes for a moment. Then his mouth was on her. Sucking her clit, circling it, teasing it, nipping it, and pushing her to the edge of no return.

  He plunged his mouth into her hot cunt. “Hmmm, Lois how I have missed that taste. You sweet, sweet honey on my tongue.” He sucked her clit again, harder than before, and quickly he began fucking her with first one finger and then two. She pushed her body back towards him wanting him deeper inside of her.

  “Come for me Peaches.”

  Three fingers thrust quickly inside of her. Stretching her open. Teasing her g spot. Oh my god. I’m almost there. She moaned louder and louder and thrust her hips toward his fingers wanting it firmer, quicker, deeper. She stiffened. Shivers, tickles, spasms took over her body, owning it making her feel what she wanted.

  “Oh, baby that’s it. Ride me, fuck my fingers. I can tell when you’re about to come. That hot, sexy, mouth addicting snatch of yours gets tighter and tighter. I can feel you spasm on my fingers.” She opened her eyes and watched as he pulled his fingers from her and licked up the length of them. “You are so damn addicting. A drug. Except the only cure is to taste you over and over again. But the problem is, it really isn’t a cure. Just a fix.”

  He stood removing his jeans and was back on her hard. He grabbed behind her knees and pulled her so that her legs rested on his shoulders. He slid his long, thick, raging cock into her fast. She forgot how it felt for a minute. A sudden burn that turned into a throbbing, urgency for deeper faster touch. And he gave it to her hard. She screamed out his name.

  “That’s right baby, call out my name. Show me you like it. Touch yourself. Let me watch you touch yourself. Play with your clit while I fuck that sweet cunt of yours.”

  As if she had done it a million times over, she allowed her fingers to slide right where he wanted to see them. It took everything in her to be able to keep up her rhythm as he fucked her. “Oh, you like that don’t you Lois. You like to play with your clit for me don’t you? This is what you want isn’t it? It’s the best of both worlds baby.”

  She felt it building again this time it erupted like she had been lying dormant for hundreds of years waiting to release herself. Like a sleeping volcano just waiting for the right time or until the pressure built so much it came racing to the top and out and over burning everything in its path.

  He stilled inside her and watched her ride out her second orgasm of the night. Everybody part she had shook from head to toe. He slid slowly out of her and then thrust deep into her one more time causing the feeling to skyrocket all over again. It took her forever to be able to relax enough to breath. Then it was more of a gasp.

  You might be a pain in the ass, and everything else I called you, but damn you can fuck me and do things to my body nobody will ever be given the opportunity to do. I belong to you. She wanted to say it. But she couldn’t. Only in her head.

  “Sit up baby. Suck my dick. Taste what I have been saving for you. Let me fuck your mouth just like I did the hot pussy.” Her pleasure she thought. She loved it when he came in her mouth. Watching his face as he did it. The emotion. The twitching and pulsing on her tongue as he spilled into her.

  He wrapped his hands in her hair and held her head as she began teasing his cock. Circling the head and down the dip along the shaft. She watched as his balls drew up tighter than they were before. She liked to watch them. To see how her touch caused them to react. It did things to her body. Turned her on. Made her smolder inside all over again.

  She took him into her mouth. Deep. Deeper. Hand at the base of his shaft moving parallel with her mouth. She could feel the pressure of his hands pushing her head closer towards him. “Take a deep breath baby.” She did and he rammed his penis in hard and pulled it back out. Tears sprang to her eyes, but not from pain, or anger, but from touching more of her throat than he ever had.

  “Breath again baby.” And as before, he rammed hard into her mouth, this time she gagged a little but didn’t feel ashamed or bad about it for that matter. She could feel and see what it was doing to him. She wanted him to do it again.

  With one hand he wiped the tears
from her cheek. “Ok baby, do you trust me. Moan for me if you do.” She moaned loud. And sucked hard. “Good, swallow for me baby. Swallow when I say now ok.” She moan again in understanding as he continued to hold her head still fucking her mouth. “NOW!” She swallowed and it was if he had explored the inside of her esophagus. She gagged, tears poured from her eyes and then he was out.

  “Suck me baby. You do it now. Have your fun.” She did. She sucked him hard, and with her hand just as fast as it could stay with her mouth she pleasured him until he came so hard into her mouth for the second time, she literally thought she could smell it in her sinus cavity. She licked the head until he was pulling away from her from the sensitivity. That’s right. She could play this game to. She thought.

  She licked the top of her mouth and sure enough, there it was. She licked and sucked and swallowed all while smiling up at him and showing him what she was doing. The look on his face made her feel wonderful. He may have taught her everything she knew, but by God, she could fuck with him to.

  They finished out the night just loving each other. Kissing and caressing each other until both of them were fighting to keep their eyes open.

  She cuddled up close to him, resting her head on his chest, her leg bent over his listening to the hypnotizing sound of his heartbeat. She liked the way they felt against each other’s skin. No she loved the way they felt together. She wanted make sure if he moved she would know it.

  Tom lay there stroking and playing with her hair. Wrapping it around his fingers. She wished this night, this moment would last for all eternity. Unfortunately, she knew it wouldn’t. Eventually, the snow was going to stop, and the sun would come out. Everything would be back to plain, hurting normal. That was her last thought before Tom woke her.

  *****

  “Lois, wake up your having a nightmare. Wake up.” Her eyes bolted open. She was sweating, crying, and she had a death grip on the couch. Damn it all to hell. Just when she should have been having wonderful dreams and waking up ready for a day of hot, nasty, love making, it had to ruin it.