Just Like Candy

by Kimberly Kaye Terry

  And so he moved…

  …and when he moved, his dick kissing the back of her womb, Candy reveled in the delicious feeling of being stuffed.

  His strokes began slow and methodical, as he stretched her, preparing her for his full girth. As he stroked into her heat, jostling her body as his thrusts grew stronger, Candy desperately clutched at her desk, scattering papers and documents everywhere in her need to grab hold of something…anything…to steady herself for the ride.

  His hold on her hips was steady, the expression on his handsome face intense, as he rocked into her. Candy gritted her teeth to keep from crying out from the exquisite feel of his penis as it slid in and out of her, tight against the lips of her sex. At the angle he had her, the top of his penis, close to his groin, was able to tap a steady rhythm against her clit.

  When he increased the tempo and depth of stroke, Candy cried out, “Yes, Davis…yes! Please, keep it right there, ummm,” she screamed when he moved one hand from her hip and pressed down against her pelvic bone, the pressure forcing her G-spot into direct contact with his cock.

  “Yessssss!” she cried. Her head moved back and forth on the desk, in a mindless state of sensual heat as he continued to drive into her.

  “I love how you feel wrapped around me, so wet, so hot…ummm,” he groaned, “and tight. Damn, you’re tight! This pussy was meant for me, only me! I can’t get enough of it, I can’t get close enough, baby, damn!” he ground out. “I need to come!”

  “Yes, Davis, please,” she panted.

  His hot words, the way he was working her over, digging into her, loving her so perfectly, Candy felt the tingling sensation of an orgasm unfurl in her belly.

  Davis reached a hand between them, spread the throbbing lips of her vagina and using her own lubricant, spread it over and along the seam of her vagina, hood, and clitoris in small tight massages.

  The intimate massage, coupled with his hot strokes, sent her over the edge.

  The moment he felt her walls begin to milk him, relentless as she climaxed, Davis dropped his hands from playing with her pussy and lifted her cheeks completely off the desk and pumped into her, hips moving like a piston.

  As his gaze settled on hers, the mindless way she was moving her head back and forth, seemingly in agony forced his orgasm to release and he grunted harshly when he felt the cum eject from his balls and fill the condom.

  As he emptied his seed into the condom, he felt resentful, for the first time, of the need to use the protection. He wanted to feel skin on skin, no barriers, and God help him if he didn’t want the satisfaction of emptying his cum deep inside her warm wet snatch.

  After they came, for long moments, they were both quiet, both of their breaths ragged as they inhaled deep breaths of air. Davis felt masculine satisfaction when she hissed, with the accompanying satisfying wet, suction sound when he reluctantly pulled out of her.

  “I’m ready for you, make no mistake, Candy,” he picked up the thread of their conversation, as though they’d just ended it.

  Candy leaned up on both elbows, and eased her shaky legs down, allowing them to dangle over the edge of the desk.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for me?” he asked as he tucked his penis back inside his boxers and buttoned his jeans. “If you are, come home with me, tonight. And we can finish what we started here.” The look he leveled her way was so hot, she wasn’t sure if she could handle much more.

  “That is, if you’re not afraid. Are you Candy? Afraid?” he asked.

  She may feel trepidation, but Candy had never backed down from a challenge, especially one that was guaranteed to bring the type of satisfaction she knew she’d get at the end of this one.

  “Davis, my daddy taught me one thing. Fear is a totally useless emotion. I’m ready.”

  28

  “J ust a minute, I’m coming, Davis!” Milly mumbled as she grabbed her cane and quickly walked to her front door.

  She glanced at her watch as she did so.

  Didn’t that man have a life? It was almost midnight, Angelica was in bed and she was in her ugliest pajamas, face scrubbed clean of makeup, watching the late, late, late show.

  She laughed at herself.

  Who was she making fun of? She was alone, watching the late, late, late show and if her niece wasn’t upstairs, she’d still be at home, alone, watching the late, late, late show.

  “I thought you would be with Candy, what are you doing here at this time of—” she began as she opened the door, the end of her sentence dangling into nothingness as she peered up into the eyes of a man that was not Davis.

  Definitely not her brother.

  There wasn’t anything brotherly about the way she felt about this man. She shivered and forced herself not to step back from his overwhelming presence.

  “Woman, what the hell is wrong with you, opening the door without asking who it is? People get killed that way!”

  “The only lunatics running around this time of night are the domesticated garden variety types. I think I’m pretty safe,” she said, unable to resist pulling the tail of the tiger.

  The owner of that tail stalked further into the room and closed the door behind him, locking it in place. He turned back to face her, and Milly shivered from the look crossing his handsome chocolate brown face.

  “Safe huh?” he asked and grinned. It wasn’t a very nice grin Milly thought, with nervousness settling in her belly. It was the type of grin a predator, much like the tiger she likened him to, gave his next meal.

  The thought of this big fine man devouring her did more than send nervous jitters racing along her spine. Instead of it frightening her, it caused that part of her that had been dormant so long to flare to life.

  He began to walk toward her, stalking her as she backed up. She stopped when her bottom hit the back of the sofa and swallowed hard as she gazed up into his deep brown eyes.

  He brought a hand up and she refused to flinch. Lightly he ran rough, caressing fingers down her skin and she halfway closed her eyes before she could stop herself.

  “Is there a good reason you’re here at—” she glanced at the clock mounted on her wall and finished, “one o’clock in the morning?” and raised her eyebrow at him.

  “Angel sleeping?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. This is why I’m here at one o’clock in the morning.” With no further words his large hands grasped her by the tops of her shoulders and hauled her close, bringing their lips and bodies together. The look in his dark eyes made her heart pound in her chest before she allowed her eyes to slowly drift close as his dark head descended toward hers.

  With a groan she willingly went into her lover’s arms.

  “I think the water is warm enough.”

  Candy stuck a hand in the running water, testing it to make sure it was the right temperature. “Just right,” she said, glancing at Davis as he stood against the wall of his bathroom, arms folded across his chest, his light eyes steady on hers.

  “It’ll be just right, when you join me,” he said, matter-offactly, as he casually began to disrobe, his hot gaze steady on her.

  Candy shivered from the look in his eyes, despite the warmth that emitted from the hot water steaming the bathroom. The water, along with the candles he’d lit, bathed the room in a warm, sensual, amber glow.

  Candy moistened her lips with her tongue and allowed her gaze to roam over Davis as he undressed. He boldly stood naked before her after removing his jeans and shirt.

  His thick penis was semi-erect as it jutted free from the dark thatch of smooth hair covering his groin. His balls hung low enough so she could see them dangle behind his cock, looking like two juicy plums, ripe and ready.

  The ride home had been hushed, mostly filled with an occasional murmured comment, or an occasional glance, one to another. But the sexual tension she felt in the dark, intimate confines of his SUV had filled her with hot anticipation for what he was thinking, what he had in store for her.

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p; What he wanted to do to her.

  They’d only made one stop, at her house, for a change of clothes, and had then driven back to his home.

  He’d offered her something to drink and eat, but she’d said no. She’d turned from admiring a painting to find his gaze almost moodily watching her and she’d shivered. He had taken her in his arms and walked up his staircase with her into his bedroom. She’d been surprised when he walked through the room and entered the large, adjoining bathroom before he’d set her on his feet.

  She’d turned questioning eyes on him and he’d told her he wanted her to prepare a bath for him. Nervous and unsure of what he wanted, she’d done his bidding. He’d walked out of the room, quickly returning with several candles and lighting them, placing them alongside the Jacuzzi-style tub.

  Now as he stood naked in front of her, his hand stretched out, palm up, for her to accept his. She nodded her head in agreement, and stood. She walked up to him and halted, less than a foot from his body.

  “Okay,” she answered in a hoarse voice. She cleared her throat. “Let me undress.”

  “No, let me undress you.”

  She bit down on her full bottom lip, and worried it between her teeth and hesitated.

  Davis reached a hand out to stroke down her soft cheek. “Please,” he added when she looked as though she wanted to bolt.

  When she nodded her head in agreement, and allowed him to pull her shirt up and out of her wrap, Davis’ excitement grew.

  “Lift your arms,” he instructed, his voice low, throaty. His excitement escalated as she readily obeyed him, raising her arms to allow him to pull it over her head.

  After he hooked his fingers inside her bra, his thumbs caressing the soft cushiony underside of her sexy breasts, he cupped one warm mound in his hand, and thumbed the tightly drawn, beaded nipple.

  “Hmmm,” she murmured.

  Davis leaned down and captured the dark wine-colored nubbin in his mouth for a quick, slick caress before reluctantly releasing it.

  As he undressed her, it was one of the most erotic things he’d ever done with a woman, the feeling of taking care of her, of her willingly standing before him, allowing him to take her clothes off, to prepare her.

  He had become quite adept at untying her wraps, and within seconds he had removed the short skirt from her body, leaving her semi-nude.

  After they’d made love in her office, she hadn’t bothered to put her tights she’d been wearing back on, and now she stood wearing nothing but a hesitant smile and a tiny scrap of panties that barely covered her mound, and a lacy half-bra dangling off her shoulders.

  After he removed the bra and tossed it to the side, Davis’ gaze settled on the thatch of hair at the apex of her round thighs, barely contained by the silky lace.

  She presented an intoxicating vision of lush womanhood, with her rounded curves and smooth, creamy brown skin.

  His eyes moved over her body, past the small indentation of her belly, with the gem sparkling from the center, to her breasts with their beaded stiff nipples, standing at attention, beckoning his mouth to lay claim to them, again.

  His arousal grew just from looking at her, as the soft amber glow from the burning candles silhouetted her sweet body enticingly.

  With a hesitant, almost shy look in her doe-shaped eyes, she watched him as he assessed her. When he reached out and pulled her against him, she came, willingly, into his arms.

  “You’re so beautiful, Candy,” he said and lifted her high.

  He carried her the short distance to the tub, and carefully stepped inside and sat down, settling her against his body.

  Once he’d settled her in front of his body, Davis picked up the face towel that lay over the small shelf near the tub and lathered it. The soap looked almost too pretty to use, a mottled brown color, with flecks of what looked like almonds embedded inside. Angelica had given it to him, telling him she’d learned to make it in a class Candy had given the girls at the center.

  “This smells good enough to eat,” he murmured, taking a whiff of the unique soap and Candy laughed, lightly.

  “That’s one of my bars, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, Angel brought it home.”

  “I make soaps and taught the girls how. Although I use oatmeal and almonds in the ingredients, I don’t think it would be all that appetizing,” she laughed lightly.

  “Hmmm, it smells good. Everything about you is different, unique. Even your soap is different,” he said as he began to lather the towel.

  “Does that bother you?” she asked, squirming a bit as he lathered her breasts.

  His towel-covered hands squeezed and massaged her, paying careful attention to her areolae and nipples. When he finished, her nipples were stiff, sensitive and erect from his nearly painful ministrations.

  “Does what bother me? That you’re different?”

  “Yes. You’ve mentioned it a couple of times,” she replied.

  He dipped the towel in the tub and rinsed off the soap before he squeezed the warm water over her breasts and tummy, washing away the light coating of bubbles.

  Davis opened his mouth to give an automatic rejection of her question, before he closed it and thought about her it.

  “At first, Candy, it did bother me, that you seemed so oblivious to conventionality. You didn’t seem to care one way or the other about what anyone, me included, thought of you,” he said, carefully weighing his words.

  “Hmmm,” was her one-word response and he could tell by the slight stiffening of her back that he had offended her. But he had to be honest.

  Their relationship over the last few weeks had evolved to the point that for him to be anything less than honest and forthcoming would seem unnatural.

  He sighed, deeply, and re-lathered the towel before running the sudsy cloth down her belly, over the swell of one hip, beneath the water, before landing at the apex of her thighs.

  “I don’t feel that way anymore, Candy. I think for a long time, I wanted to ignore this…attraction…between us. It was easy for me to maintain my guard around you, if I pretended I disliked your personality, your natural carefree way. But I have always known there was more depth to you. You’re a free spirit, make no mistake,” he laughed, “but you’re an intelligent professional woman, who not only enjoys what she does, but you’re damn good at it. Everyone can see how you’ve changed the center’s direction. Added programs, tirelessly working with the board,” he complimented her, “and the girls all love you, including Angelica. And that says more than anything, how much the girls you mentor love and appreciate you,” he finished.

  As he spoke, he’d kept a light pressure on her mons, lathering, separating the lips of her vagina, and thoroughly cleansing her. Candy was torn between being highly aroused, to blushing pride at the wealth of compliments he’d showered upon her, all so matter-of-factly.

  She knew her approach to working with the young girls at the center had been different than the previous director’s. She knew many—like Davis—viewed her as younger than her actual years and without enough experience to run the center.

  To hear him tell her how much he admired her, complimenting her as well as sharing his reasons for hiding his feelings for her, allowed the burden of doubts she secretly carried to ease away.

  Candy relaxed, against his chest while the fragrant bubbles caressed her breasts. She groaned in delight when she felt his hand sink into her scalp and his strong fingers began to massage.

  He deftly loosened the thick, long braid, and within moments he had her hair loose. Her kinky curls felt free, cushioned against his chest and falling down to her shoulders.

  “That feels good,” she murmured.

  She moved her head to the side and when his strong fingers massaged a spot near the base of her scalp Candy groaned in pleasure.

  “You like that?” he murmured hotly, against the side of her neck, his hands reaching around her in order to cup her breasts.

  “Yes, I do. A lot,” she breathed the words
.

  “Maybe you’ll enjoy this even more, Candy.”

  He lifted her legs at the bend of her knees and placed each one on either side of his legs. They were spread in a deep V and the angle left her wide open and vulnerable.

  He then lifted her by the waist and eased her down over his erection. She cried out at the sudden invasion. “Davis!” she shrieked as he adjusted her on his shaft.

  He knew she could take all of him in this way, yet he paused, slowly easing her down until she was seated firmly on him, embedded as deep as he could go, nestling her ass against his stomach.

  He groaned, harshly, as he felt his naked dick throb a happy welcome inside her slick walls.

  Damn, she felt good. Hot and wet.

  He wasn’t wearing a condom and knew he shouldn’t make love to her no matter how good her pussy felt wrapped around him.

  “Oh God, this feels good, Davis, but we shouldn’t—” she paused, and expelled a short, hot breath, before finishing her sentence. “—damn…we shouldn’t be doing it like this,” she continued on a hissing pant of pleasure. “I’m on the pill, but still…”

  His lips curled into a tight grin of satisfaction when she keened after he delivered one short thrust into her creaming snatch.

  “I know, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. I won’t come inside of you. I’ll be responsible, no matter what happens. Just…damn…Candy, don’t make me pull out now. Trust me, I’ll take care of you,” he repeated the words, harshly.

  “Okay…I trust you,” she cried out, and with those words Davis felt his heart squeeze and pound in an erratic pattern. He gripped her hip tightly with one hand, and the other reached around her small waist. He used his fingers to spread her slick lips, found the apex of her sex, and began to manipulate her clit as he dragged his cock in and out of her tight pussy.

  29

  C andy felt stuffed as she sat astride him, her legs thrown over his, hands braced alongside the rim of the tub as well. When she felt him move away she glanced over her shoulder and saw that he had eased his upper body back against the tub.