Chapter Eleven
Charley's gut instinct told him that a man had not made love to her for ages. How many nights have I laid in bed, half asleep and discover my cock had engorged because I’d dreamt of her? Vowing to make their first experience unforgettable, he swooped to her lips and stole a kiss. It enthralled him that she accepted his tongue with such reckless freedom. His mouth left hers and he contacted the tip of his tongue to her nipple. Soon it turned to a tight little bud in response. He breathed her clean-scented cologne and tasted her minty toothpaste.
She raised her hand and placed it on his cheek. "You’re so sweet, Nora." His mouth closed over hers in another rough, but tender kiss. His desire only grew.
Below she whimpered, her skin twitched and she gasped for air like a diver coming to the water’s surface. Her actions and anguished murmurs reminded him of those of a destitute woman.
"I want this," she whispered. He pressed his body onto hers and they lay cock to pussy, breast to chest, as he massaged her ample cleavage between them.
After a prolonged moment of silence, "Sure?"
"Yes."
"All right," he whispered and let his hands wander down her soft curves. His heart palpitated in his ribs.
Concentrating, he imagined how good it would feel the moment her tight pussy squeezed his engorged shaft. He wanted to drag the moment of pleasure out for as long as possible. I'll go slowly. With these raw ideas, he shifted his weight onto one elbow at her side. He raised his thigh until she sandwiched it between her thighs. As if he had all the time in the world, he leaned in and pressed light pecks to her nipples. He administered a few flicks of his tongue and watched her skin quiver in response. Knowing she felt vulnerable and exposed, he repeatedly dragged the tip of his tongue over the pebbly surfaces.
Breathily she called out, "Charley, oh."
Giving her a bracing thrill, he blew on the skin he'd just moistened giving each nipple an experience-heightening pinch. A ragged whimper left her lips. Nibbling, he lavished a path between her breasts, down her belly, and over her navel. The supple skin above the trimmed mound of her pussy received ample oral torment as did her inner thighs. Up he went, on her body again, stopping only to bite her belly.
He moved up and plunged his tongue into her mouth, simulating fucking. His restraint showed signs of cracking when Nora's clever hands smoothed down and her thumb and forefinger curled around the base. She brought her hand up the length and stroked until seepage dripped from the slit.
"I'm not ready," he murmured and enclosed the offending hand in his. "I want to try something first."
Migrating down her curves, he eased himself into position between her parted legs. He lowered his head, until his face hovered a few inches above her V. While the sex goddess squirmed under his acts, he upped the eroticism of the moment by dragging his tongue down and up the lips, teasing her. Similar to a connoisseur of fine wine, he grazed on her cunt.
As though she endured some horrible agony, words rasped from her mouth. "Don't stop."
His mouth off her, he said, "I don't intend to." He continued the intimate licking in erogenous spots, readying her for the goal. "Let's get this off." Charley drew the scant silky, fabric barrier down Nora's smooth legs, pulled them off and away. He flung the garment to the growing pile of clothes. Considering her bared and waiting pussy, his cock remained on high alert.
A growl cut loose and his needs ruled his action. He pushed her thighs up to her chest, exposing her more, leaned in and nipped at her tempting wares. With his teeth, he scraped the tender flesh of her inner thighs. His day-old beard brushed her labia. When he turned and pressed his mouth beyond the lips, into the crevice where he suckled her engorged clit until she cried out indecipherable words.
In what looked an attempt to allow him better access, Nora's legs dropped from her chest and jack-knifed. Her feet depressed the mattress, she drew the pillow to her face and screamed into its softness.
All the while, he continued the erotic assault. He plunged a finger into her, testing the wetness. To his pleasure, she responded with shallow breaths. He fucked her with two and then three digits at a time.
In her throat, she hummed. Grunts and moans cut into the silence of the bedroom. In place, she twisted to and fro at the waist, leaving her lower body still in compliance and for continuance of the x-rated exploitation.
Charley had her just where he wanted her—indigent, aroused and begging for more. In fact, she rode his hand. He couldn't remember having such a hot woman—ever. Only she has ever affected me to this extent.
His cock would burst if he didn't fuck her soon. Moving up on her body, he pulled his fingers from her and pressed his palms into the bed at her sides. The movement and mattress's depressions caused her hips to lower into the softness.
He looked down. It pleased him that she viewed his moonlit erection. It served to enhance the momentum they had going. The promise of a tight fit combined friction caused scalding cum to pool low in his balls.
How have I avoided having sex with her until tonight? Barely maintaining control, he pressed his cock to the entrance of her pussy, jutted his loins forward a fraction of an inch.
She turned her head, pressed her face into a pillow and groaned. "Do it." She raised her hips in open invitation, but he waited, teased and played her like a Stradivarius. However, when she raised her bottom off the bed again, he slid his hands under and cupped her buttocks. He obliged her by thrusting inside to the hilt—balls deep. Her warm pussy clasped his cock.
...so damned tight. He uttered a low, throaty groan. Exquisite.
He glanced at her below and it pleased him to see that the union pleasured her too. Nora gasped, displaying her enjoyment and attempted to undulate her abdomen, but couldn't move. His intrusion had her pinned. Tears glossed her cheeks and air rasped from her lungs.
A long breath left his lungs when her vagina clenched and drenched his full eight inches. A flush, perfect union. Charley uttered a throaty chuckle; his heartbeat quickened. "Hell yeah." Blood surged through his veins like white water in a flooded creek. A gentleman, Charley allowed her to accustom herself to his intrusion by moving in small increments before he pumped hard. It has never been this good. His control in remaining still began to crumble like Athens's architecture.
Her canal constricted more; his body tensed. No longer could he stay still. He pulled part of the way out and pushed back into her. At first, but slowly picking of speed as he went along, he gyrated and ground his hips, pressing into her hot, sopping hole. The rhythm increased speed and he fucked her in earnest. The world as he knew it ceased to exist. One thing and one thing only occupied his mind and became his driving force. I need to cum. Climax time is here. A few more pushes. Riding her hard, his balls slap-slap-slapped her lips below. Faster. Oh...dear...God...yes...
Nora acted as though she too was out of her head, lost in life-altering throes. As her back and buttocks rubbed up and back on the sheets after each of his thrusts, she called, "Charley, yesssss."
Nothing would separate them...nothing. The bed rapped the wall. Tiny screams left her lips; she panted and sipped air in tiny, quick breaths. She cried out, "Yesssss Charley!"
Springs in the mattress creaked with each compression. Their bodies dampened as his pushes continued. His cock received the rubbing and juicy constriction it desperately needed. Savoring the sight of her breasts wobbling, he predicted she'd shortly erupt into another climax.
Nora grasped the sheets and the headboard behind and over her head.
"Mm," he said and grasped each side of her buttocks, regrouping. Their needs were lewd and he would give her what they needed.
Erotic grunts punctuated sharp, short breaths. A burst of noisy breath exploded from his lungs, his body shuddered, his spine stiffened as did his cock. I'm cumming! Semen shot deeply into her like a shook up bottle of soda pop. It surged from his scrotum, and up his shaft. In a torrent, his seed drained into her. The resulting, raw pleasure hurled him headlo
ng into ecstasy. He squeezed his eyes closed and felt her body spasming under his own unstoppable release.
Breathless, her body stiffened and her movement stalled. "Oh my God!" Her raspy breaths quieted and she seemed to nearly come undone.
Basking in the aftereffects with him, he laid with her in stunned silence, after the unparalleled climax. No woman will ever please me as much as Nora.
The plunged into a comfortable stillness as they clung to each other for a long, timeless moment. Their bodies relaxed. Moonlight glistened in the tears that moistened her cheeks. Weariness began setting in like night over day.
"God, I love you," he whispered, pulled out and collapsed to her right side. Lying on his side, he wrapped her in his arms. His lips to her forehead, he held her close. The need to take care of her overwhelmed him. He pulled the sheets up. I’ve never really loved any of the beauties before Nora came into my life. "Let's rest." Addicted, he fucked her and now he wanted more...much more.
Normalcy returned. The clock ticked, air from the vents jiggled the drapes and the sound of a jet filtered in from outside. He brought a hand to his open mouth and yawned. All is so damned well with me right now. He felt good. That was all there was to it.
Charley snuggled to her, satisfied but weary. His eyes opened. "Damn."
"What?" she softly asked.
"It's nothing." I forgot to say I saw Josh. Satiation lulled him like the Pied Piper fluting for the mice. Oh well. "Good night," he said, glad their felt so good. I'll tell her tomorrow.
Chapter Twelve
The next morning, Nora stirred under the covers, opened her eyes and gazed around the bedroom, getting her bearings. The haze of slumber cleared from her head. Birds twittered outside the window like an aviary choir and the nauseating shade of salmon pink light filtered through the lace curtains and tinted the bed, walls and furniture. She raised her head off the pillow and peered at the red readout on the clock that occupied a space on Charley's now clothe-cluttered dresser. It read 6:12 AM in big, red letters. She pulled a pillow over her head.
I've a full day of work ahead of me today.
Memory of the previous night's conquest tempted her to do it all over again. Impossible. I've got to get up. Instead, she remained motionless. She avoided touching Charley and contented herself to memorize his features a couple of minutes before getting out of the safety of his bed and into the mean world of selling property. His sooty lashes closed over his eyes, his head rest on a pillow. He bundled in the blanket like a great big teddy bear.
Nora adjusted her pillow and lay her head back down, admiring his chiseled profile. She repositioned her legs, shifting them from under the blanket.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a croaking voice.
She bit her lip. "Are you awake?" she whispered, reached out and gently grasped his arm.
Amusing her, he murmured indecipherable words of disdain without raising his raven eyelids.
"I'm going home, Charley." I need to shower and to write checks for a couple of bills. I have to show a house at ten-fifteen. Staying in bed is so tempting. I don't want to leave.
Moaning, he turned her way. He reached out as though he was blind. He wrapped her with his arms and pulled her close to his naked, hard body—a warm place. She felt his heart beating against hers.
"Stay," he groggily requested.
She fingered the U.S. Marine logo on his sinewy arm and pecked a kiss to his taut lips. She whispered, "Charley Kline, I have places to go and people to see."
He grinned and rubbed his eyes. His voice sounded deep, tempting and sexy. "To hell with work."
"I'd like nothing better but—"
"Tonight let's hook up, okay?"
"Sounds good."
He opened his mouth wide during a noisy yawn and spoke to her on the exhalation. "We can pick up where we left off."
Is my baby voicing his disapproval? "Naughty, naughty." She laughed softly and drew a finger down the line of his jaw. "What a sleepyhead."
"Let's stay home today."
"No, Charley." He's being obstinate.
His lids rose and he slanted a look her way. He belted out a groggy laugh. "Damn it," he said. Another large yawn followed. "In that case...okay."
It took a ton of willpower, but she had to go. Nora pulled the covers aside and he took his arm off and away from her, letting her go.
"Leave me, then." His sarcastic tone made her laugh. "I'll be here with a freakin' hard on." He pulled the sheet off his chest.
"Tonight, Charley." Torn, she found his invitation tempting. It wouldn't take much to...no. Can't. She moved her hands in a shoving away motion.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you...last night...Josh...I saw him."
The revelation caught her off guard. She blinked in surprise and sat up. "You did?"
"Yeah." Charley sat up too, with the sheets draping his loins; she rose to her feet and crossed the room to the dresser. The carpeting felt soft on the bottoms of her feet. His eyes stayed with her. God, I dislike my own shy streak. It's the first time he's seen me naked. Wondering what business Josh had in Hodgkinsville, she plucked her robe and shorty pajamas off the dresser and slipped into them with breakneck speed.
"Let me know if he gives you any trouble." He piled a pillow over his head. "I'll have a little talk with him."
She leaned and nabbed the strap to her purse and looked around for her overnight bag. "I don't think he will."
After he plumped the pillow and scooted back down, he shoved it under his head. Using an extended finger, he rubbed the area between his nose and upper lip. "You never know about exes."
"Yeah, I know." She slipped on her sandals. "Some are psychopaths."
"Like mine."
"Hey, I'll see you later, then. I'll be okay." She went to the bed, leaned and pecked a kiss to his forehead.
"Just remember the invitation is open to call me any time of the day."
"I know. Thank you so much, Charley."
"Want me to walk you home?
"No, that's all right."
"Bye then. Love you, Nora. I'll lock up after you leave."
I love the sound of my name on his lips. "All rightie. Bye."
Once she tied the belt at her waist, nabbed her purse and duffel bag full of clothes and toiletries, she let herself out the front door and scurried to her house.
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At home, after showering, Nora wiped the steamed mirror with a soft towel. She peered at her image and blotted her hair. A soft, pink housecoat that she'd thrown on, was supposed to zip from her knees to her neck, but didn't. The steamy room held the usual plethora of floral scents, but she didn't notice. Her mind stayed on showing the Dodd’s' property on the edge of town. Something thumped in another part of the house. She stopped swabbing her head and looked toward the source of the noise. Maybe it happened outside. Sure. She stilled and listened, but the sound didn't occur again. Maybe a squirrel scampered across the roof. Or maybe it was a neighbor's car door closing.
Into a makeup bag, she dropped two gold lipstick tubes, a compact, eye shadow case and two brushes. She transferred the bag to her purse. Just as she was about to flip the bathroom light off, the doorbell chimed. She glanced at the monitor in her bedroom and saw Josh's face peering back at her.
Disdain weighed her mood down like a brick. I don't want to deal with him. Not now. She took her old robe off that wouldn't close and put on a one that did while the doorbell rang three more times. The nerve of him. And at this hour? "Hold on!" she shouted. This better be good. After buttoning up, she stalked to the front door, determined to send him on his way. With a twist, she unlocked and unbolted the door, pulled it open and faced him through the screen door. His messy hair needed a cut. A beard darkened his facial features. Holes and rips ruined his t-shirt and white bandage covered his left eye. Has he been in a fight?
She looked into his dark chocolate face as his bloodshot eyes fixed on hers. Something about his gaze convinced her he was desperate for something. I
don't know him anymore. "What is it, Josh?"
"I need a place to stay. Can I stay here?"
Realizing she was probably staring at him like he was from Darth Vader’s planet, she shook her head. “Uh, Josh, you can't...not here. Huh-uh."
"Why not?" he demanded.
She thought of Charley. I don't want to hurt Charley. Besides, I don't want Josh to get too used to the idea of staying here. "We're not married any more, Josh. Can't."
"Is it because of that guy next door?"
Is he blaming me as the cause of our problem? I don't need to discuss anything with him. She started to close the door and with one hand, he held the door so it wouldn't close, angering her.
"Look. I walked all the way out here from town. I've been beat up. I don't have a place to stay. I've lost my car. Where's your heart, Nora?"
"Who beat you up?"
He looked away. "I can't say."
"Guys who loaned you money? Is that who did it?"
"I won't say."
She frowned, shook her head. "I see."
"I promise I'll change. I'll go to Gamblers' Anonymous. I'll do anything. Just let me in and everything will be like it once was. I'll kiss your ass if you take me back."
I can't believe this. "Josh, no. You had plenty of chances when we...it's too late. And you took a kid's tuition money. What'd you do that for?"
He shrugged in a way that made her think he was remorseful. "I did that?"
"Yeah." She remembered the business card he gave her. The man's name was Carl Kelton. "You should pay the money back."
"I don't even know who you're talking about."
"You ruined some college kid's plans for college."
"I'll pay it back, then."
Nora looked at him with skepticism abounding. Yeah, right.
"So are you going to let me back in?"
"No, Josh. I'm not, but you really should pay the money back."
He nodded. After he let out a long exhalation, he paused. "Okay. I'll do it," he said and stalked toward the road.
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