“Joe,” I say, instead of the stop I intended.
He groans. “So wet.” Putting pressure on my clit, he whispers, “I had to feel how wet you were.”
I’m about to finally say stop because this is too far, but he turns me around, finding my lips in a hurry. We’re frantically kissing. I can’t get enough of his bare skin against my arms, my hands. He reaches down, way down, and lifts me by ass. I’m not sure where I’ve gone because I should be saying no, but I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms are around his neck. Then he lowers us to one knee then his other. He braces us with one of his arms and I’m horizontal. Within seconds, I’m on the floor of my dining room, chairs to my left, one of Liv’s naked dolls abandoned close by.
He releases some of his weight onto me, grinding his cock against my sex. I arch my neck, closing my eyes. He rocks against me again, kissing down my throat. Lifting my legs gets his rock-hard length more where I need him, against my clit. He’s circling his hips, a slow rhythm building, kissing where my neck meets my chest, when he cups one of my breasts.
I moan.
I know I’ve got to stop this.
But I don’t want to.
He pulls down the thin fabric strap at my shoulder, then the other. My arms are trapped, and that finally has me thinking of really saying stop. But he pushes the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts, still clad in the stupid tube-top bra I’ve worn almost all summer long. It’s a thin piece of lace that doesn’t quite give me enough support, but I figure it’s better than nothing.
I’m going to say it. I need to tell him to stop.
My bra is easily lifted up and over my breasts, because I’m not stopping Joe. I’m just holding my breath, wondering what he’ll do next. His mouth covers my nipple, and I clench my eyes closed again, moaning. He suckles, augmenting the throbbing between my legs. Then I reach down his back, gently scraping my nails up. He moans while I’m in his mouth, the rumbling noise hitting my spine and falling into my pussy.
He’s pushing my bra farther down, one of his hands caressing my other breast while he licks the very tip of my nipple. I wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles behind his ass. With his free hand, he reaches down my leg then behind himself, feeling my bound ankles, while he suckles me even deeper into his mouth. I arch my whole back, which he wraps his arm under.
In a second, he lifts us—his strength amazing me—and walks back to the island, sucking my nipple at the same time. But by moving, his erection isn’t right where I need it, and I feel like whimpering. He sets me back on the island, leaning far down to still have his mouth on my breast. Then he switches to my other as I tunnel my fingers through his short hair, opening my legs more for him. He reaches down, finding my hand, and gently lifts it, having me cup my other breast. He squeezes, showing me what he wants me to do. And I do it, massaging myself. He’s watching me while he’s licking and sucking my nipple. Then I rub my palm up and down my round globe. He mimics the motion with his tongue.
His big hands glide down my waist to where my sundress and bra are now resting. I squeeze my breast again then feel his fingers at the top of my thighs, pulling my skirt higher. His hands dive below my dress and wrap around the sides of my panties’ waistband, pulling it down an inch before I say, “Wait.”
He stops sucking my breast, huffing for air, which feels insanely good against my beading nipple. After three seconds, he lifts his head, blinking, nodding.
“Okay.” His voice rumbles. “Your turn again?”
His skin is on fire. He’s sweating on his sternum, where I let my fingers roam.
“Can you see us having sex?”
He slowly nods. “You?”
“I—I didn’t. Until now.”
He swallows. “We don’t have to.”
I smile because his hands are still wrapped around my panties. “What do you see us doing?”
“Everything.”
I softly giggle. “I mean, do you see us still playing this game? Are you tied up?”
“You want me tied up?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m tied up.”
“When it’s your turn, what do you do to me?”
His breath alters. It’s even quicker. “I’m not sure.” His voice cracks.
“I think you are sure.”
His body shudders. “Now who’s the mind reader?”
Resting my forearms on his wide shoulders, I smile. “Tell me, Joe…baby.”
He leans forward and bites my bottom lip at the same time he tears away my panties. I’m so shocked I don’t do anything, not even gasp. He spreads my legs wider, then glides the back of his fingers over my sex, growling as he does it.
“I’m going to make you come. That’s what I see.” With his finger, he finds my clit and circles around it, while he kisses me, hard. His tongue is in my mouth, but before I can even reciprocate, he peels himself away, kissing down my breastbone, my stomach, pulling my butt to the very edge of the counter. He bites the inside of my right thigh, making me hiss and jerk away. But he pulls me closer, his head now centered with my pussy, placing my legs on his shoulders.
He licks my clit before I have time to think, before any kind of logic can enter my mind. I moan for a long time as he suckles in that bud at the base of me. Then his tongue licks me in a flurry, making me roll my hips, trying to find a slower rhythm. But he’s not giving it to me. He’s quick, and my hips respond in kind. My stomach muscles contract. An orgasm is inevitable if he keeps licking me like this. I’m shaking so much my teeth do start chattering.
My hands are on his head, but I’m helpless to what he’s doing, how my body responds to him. It’s as if he knows me, knows the few moments of privacy I’ve had in the last couple years, and memorized how I got myself off. I had to learn how to do it quickly, since I don’t have a lot of time, and quietly. But I’m making these involuntary noises. They’re coming from my chest, deep in my throat too. They’re foreign to me. I’ve never sounded like this. Because I’ve never felt like this.
He suckles in my clit again then slowly licks from my opening and upwards.
“Joe…” The tips of my fingers urge him on.
So he does. The licking of my opening makes me crave for him to fill me. I ache anew. There’s this heaviness to the feeling. And I know only having him inside me will lighten it.
He licks my clit again in a frenzied way, noises coming out of me, my hips bucking forward.
“Ah, Joe…”
Two of his fingers spread my folds, exposing me all the more. He’s licking me gently as his fingers caress the entry to my channel. Licking where his fingers are, only makes me shake all the more. Then he slides inside.
“Oh.” I throw my head back, needing my arms behind me to brace myself. My spine feels weakened by the intrusion. I’m going to come soon.
“So fucking tight.”
This surprises me to hear. I’ve had two children. Naturally. And Tony’s never thought anything special about me.
“So wet.”
I moan, looking down.
He’s looking at me. When our gazes catch, he smiles with one side of his mouth. His fingers, two of them, are slowly moving inside of me then out. I can’t help but watch, mesmerized by what he’s doing. He’s inside me and when he is, he’s doing something with his fingers, spreading them, making the ache inside grow all the more.
“You’re so beautiful.”
At this, something inside me snaps. I’m desperate for what I need, and I know I need him. “Joe, I want you inside of me. I want your…cock inside of me. Please.”
He moans and leans his forehead against the very top of my thigh. “I fucking love the pleases.”
“Please,” I whimper as he sweeps inside and out slowly, my orgasm threatening. But I want to come with him, his cock inside me. “Now.”
He gently bites then kisses my thigh. Moving quickly, he suckles my clit then licks wildly again, making me spasm, trying to hold off coming. Straightening, his f
ingers are still inside of me, but his other hand reaches behind. Extracting his wallet, he places it on the counter beside me.
“There’s a condom in there. Get it out for me. Please.”
I smile at the please, but his fingers keep pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Wrapping my hands around his wrists, I stay his movements. “I…can’t. You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”
“I want you close, Moira, because, embarrassingly, I’m close.” His fingers are still inside me and stretch more than usual.
I moan, but pull him out. “I’m close. Need you now.”
He smiles and unbuckles his belt as I reach for his wallet. I’m so excited to have sex, but I’m also so…honored that he’d let me invade his wallet, fishing for a condom in his billfold. Tony never let me look through his wallet. How many men do?
I turn back to him once I find the golden foil. He’s unbuttoned and unzipped himself, but he’s got his hands on my knees, breathing hard.
“Actually,” he says slowly. “I think it’s your turn. To take control.”
I moan and lean forward, finding his mouth. He tastes salty, tangy. That’s me. His tongue sweeps across my lips, in my mouth. I taste more of me and I’m not repelled. I like my taste. On him.
“What do you want me to do?” he whispers against my face. He’s bracing his hands on the counter now.
I lean back. “Pull your pants down.”
He straightens and immediately does as I ask. He’s watching me as he carefully lifts his boxer briefs up and over his huge erection. When he springs out, his enormous length and width, I’m sure, make my eyes bulge. I swallow looking up at him.
“You’re…big.”
I kind of wince, as if apologizing, but there’s that slight quirk of cockiness in his expression. I think he’s a little proud of the fact that he’s huge. Well, he is a man.
“Will you help me put the condom on?”
“You still—” he has to clear his throat. “You still want me? Even though…” He glances down at his cock, straining straight at me.
His penis is bigger than I’ve ever seen, but it’s not like I’m an expert. And I have to admit his width does intimidate me. But his cock…oh, he’s this color, like his skin, pale gold. His head is a delicious pink that I want to pop in my mouth. And as I’m looking at him, out seeps a small pearl of moisture.
I moan. “God, yes.”
He grabs the foil and tears into it. Reaching down, he holds his cock with one hand, but then stops himself, looking back at me.
“You really sure?”
I nod.
He hands me the condom. His hand is shaking. He’s as excited as I am.
Again, I’m thinking how different this feels. It’s so new. As much as this is sexual, there’s this feeling of innocence too. Like we’re children meeting and instantly taking a liking to each other to play. I’ve never felt like this before. It feels clean, even though we play so dirty.
I stretch the condom over his pink, pink head, rolling it down as he grips the base of his cock. The condom is not unrolling easily. He’s so big. I’m not sure the condom will fit. He grunts and helps ensure it does. His fingers are moving mine, touching here, touching there. And he’s sheathed.
“Pull your pants down more.”
He does, making sure they’re at his ankles, which is turning me on as much as seeing his giant naked body. God, I’m going explore every inch of him. His sides are ridged with muscles that flare out and in. He’s so cut that his lower stomach muscles look like a v, pointing to his perfect cock. And I love his butt that has indents on the sides, muscles cutting his form.
I push him to take a step back as I slide down from the counter. My dress falls, a black puddle on the floor as I step over it. My bra is stuck to my waist, and I wiggle it down, past my hips, then it too falls to the floor. I’ve got my hand right below his sternum, feeling his breathing and heartbeat.
“I need you now.” I look up at him.
He reaches out and holds my hips. “Yes, baby. Need you now too.”
“But after, I want to touch and kiss every inch of you.”
He groans, leaning his head back. “Not if I do it to you first.”
I laugh, low and huskily. “Oh, Joe, Joe, Joe…it’s going to be my turn for a very long time.”
He smiles.
“Will you please lay on the floor?”
He kisses my cheek as he descends. He’s awkward because his pants and underwear around his ankles are hindering him from moving freely. But somehow he’s on my wooden kitchen floor, and I’m thanking god I swept up today. Usually there’s a pile of animal crackers that Liv has chewed and spit out. I have no idea why she does that, not actually eat the crackers. And she only does it with animal crackers. The odd thing is, even with the consequence of not having one of her favorite dolls and getting time outs, she still spits the crackers in neat little flour puddles in front of the oven. Adorable stubborn kid.
I wonder if Joe will like my children.
I shouldn’t think this, I know. But I can’t help it. My babies are as much a part of me as…as my body is.
Joe wraps his hand around my knee, sliding his fingers up. “Having second thoughts?”
Looking down at gorgeous Joe, on my kitchen floor, where he can’t fit, he’s too tall, and has to lean his back against the island counter, is such a turn on. My body instantly reignites what he already set aflame.
I straddle his hips and lower myself, settling on his cock, making him moan and close his eyes.
“When you said you wanted to know me—”
He opens his lids, his gray eyes so dark. “Yes.”
“Do you want to know my children?”
“Yes. Everything about you, I want to know.”
I blink, wondering if he’s lying. It doesn’t feel like a lie. I’ve gotten good at recognizing Tony’s deceptions. The terrible thing with Tony is how much he wants to believe his own fabrications. He doesn’t want to be the man who cheated on me, I know. And sometimes, in his imagination, I think he forgets and lies to himself. But I know the gut-kicking truth. As much as he wants to believe he’s not the sort of man who rented cheap hotel rooms to see an assortment of women, while I was at home, cooking him dinner, raising his children, he is that man.
I kiss Joe, that feeling of innocence enveloping me, even if I am sitting on his cock that’s wrapped in a condom. This feels so…clean. I can’t describe it any other way.
“Can I touch you?” Joe asks, his lips against mine.
I nod.
He cups my breasts and we kiss for a long time—him fondling me, our lips meeting again and again, and me touching his wide, hard chest. I roll my hips, making his breath catch. I grind against him a few more times, loving how he can’t breathe, feeling more turned on just because he is.
I lift myself, a little annoyed that I can’t quite get him inside me already.
“Need help?”
I nod.
He lifts my hips with one hand, the other, he wraps around his hardness, standing it up between us. By bracing on his shoulders, his head is against my opening. We look at each other. His lips twitch with a smile. I grin back and lower myself. His eyes widen and mine probably do too as I slide down his cock. Oh god, this is so…
He’s holding his breath, staring at me.
“This is good,” I whisper. “So good.”
He nods.
“It’s not just me, is it? This feels…different…so good.”
He nods again. “Different…so good…yeah.”
I reach forward and capture his lips to mine once more. We kiss for minutes. He wraps his arms around me. I wrap mine around his neck. Save our mouths, we don’t move.
I’m not sure how to describe how I feel. It’s as if I’ve never had sex before. It’s as if I’ve never known another’s body. I only know Joe. I only know this moment. This is the beginning, it feels like. He makes me feel brand new.
I roll
my hips, making his breath hitch again. He clutches at me all the more. I circle around and do it again and again, and it’s so good. He’s inside me. He’s really inside me. Leaning back, I gaze into his gray depths as I push and pull where we’re connected, strengthening this tension between us, making our bodies tighten all the more.
“Moira,” he whispers, capturing my cheek, caressing me.
I hold onto his chest for better leverage then lift my knees, bracing myself on my feet. Like this, I can pull up better. And down. I feel him moving inside of me all the more in this position.
“Oh god, Moira.” His voice is raspy yet again. “Can I touch your clit?”
“Yes.”
When he does, my eyes flutter shut, making me feel his cock inside me even more. Up and down. In and out. I feel him. I only feel him.
My orgasm is threatening again, especially as his thumb sweeps across my clitoris. I glance at him, moving faster. “I’m so close.”
“Thank god.” He smiles. “I can’t hold out much longer.” His other thumb sweeps across my bottom lip. “Want to try to come together?”
“Yes.” I’m moving faster.
“Tell me when, and I’ll come with you.”
“It’s that easy for you?”
He stops me, pulling my face closer. “It’s that easy for me because of you.”
I lift and lower myself, moaning, loving his words, loving this union. My orgasm shuttles closer. My breasts feel heavy. My stomach clenches all over again. The orgasm is even closer. My inner thighs tingle. My pussy is so happy.
“Now, Joe. I’m going to…” I lean my head back but want to watch him, so I snap it forward again. “I’m going to come…now.”
He grips my hips, thrusting up, grunting. I feel him pulse inside of me, and then my own orgasm follows, pulling me into a realm of pleasure my body’s never known. I’m not sure how to describe it. It’s beauty. It’s dark. It’s a wordless world that Joe’s offered me with this orgasm, where I feel like all my bones are vibrating with joy.
“Oh,” he whispers. “You’re really coming.”
“Mmm, yes.” I pump my hips up and down in time to what my body needs.
“Jesus, that’s so good,” Joe growls.
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