by Harlow James
“Mike,” she breaks the silence after we place the last dish in the rack and she shuts the door to the dishwasher.
“Vic,” I reply, anxiously waiting for what she’ll say next.
“I think… I mean, I want…” Her eyes are focused on the ground between us, her vulnerability coming off of her in waves. She’s fiddling with her hands in front of her and a slight pink tint is flushing over her cheeks.
“Victoria, stop.”
She snaps her head at me, eyebrows drawn together.
“There are no expectations about where tonight has to lead, okay? I’ve waited this long for you, and I think I can wait some more…” I hope to God that she’s referring to sex, otherwise I’ve just assumed that’s what she was talking about. Crap. Why didn’t I just let her finish?
She closes the distance between us, wrapping her arms around my neck while her eyes never leave mine this time. That scent of honeysuckle comes through, followed by pure woman. The feel of her soft curves pressed into my chest, the grip I have on her hips while she’s eliminated any gap of space between us… it’s making it harder to be the good guy right now. But that’s what she deserves.
“I’m done waiting, Mike. We’ve waited so long, what are we waiting for now?” Desperation and longing are all I see as Victoria waits for me to answer.
“Are you sure?” I choke out on one last attempt to do the right thing before I pounce.
She nods. “Yes.”
The sultry rasp of her voice snaps my resolve as I crash my mouth to hers and lift her up in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist in an awkward attempt made difficult by the tight denim skirt she’s wearing.
“I’m sorry… this skirt…. I can’t,” she’s sighing out of frustration as she almost knees me in the balls while pushing her skirt up enough to close the distance between her core and my waist.
“Just… okay, stop. Let me put you back down,” I chuckle, while Victoria looks less than amused.
“Definitely wore the wrong outfit for that move…”
“It’s okay,” I kiss her lips quickly. “Come on, let’s just go back here.” I grab her hand and lead her down the hallway to my bedroom, pushing the door closed behind us. I’m not sure why, since I know that no one would walk in on us. But something about isolating us from the outside world while we share this life-changing experience together seems right.
Once we’re inside, I pull Victoria back to me, holding her mere inches from my lips. “Victoria… you are the only woman I’ve ever wanted. I hope you to know that.”
Her eyes shuffle rapidly between my own, the green flecks even darker now from the lust that’s radiating off her body.
“Mike, I’ve never doubted that for a second. I want you too, so much,” she whines before resuming our heated kiss from before. Her lips feel like velvet against mine, our tongues a soft suede wrapping around each other in a blanket of wet need. My hands are in her hair, tugging slightly while keeping hold of her head in my arms, tilting her in the angles we form as our mouths move together. This woman is mine, finally.
The nerves in my body are firing sporadically, not sure what to do or feel when every touch makes me flinch with electricity that pulses through my veins. Every drag of my finger across her skin on her neck and down over her collarbone makes breathing harder to do, heartbeats harder to form, thoughts harder to process.
“Mike,” she mewls as my mouth moves down the silky skin of her throat, my hands reaching for the bottom of her shirt to pull it up over her head. I’m rewarded with Victoria in a white lace bra. So pure, so innocent, so classy. Just like her.
She reaches for my shirt to match my nakedness with her own, pulling it up as far as she can before I have to help her, ripping the fabric from my body and throwing it across the room. Her hands caress and drag across my chest, goosebumps forming close behind the path they travel. Our pace has slowed a bit while Victoria catches her breath and grazes my body, my hands following her lead as I trace the lines of her curves from her hips to her rib cage and then to cup her breasts through her bra. She’s definitely grown into a woman since all those years ago I fell in love with her as a kid.
I reach for the button on her skirt at the same time she reaches for mine on my pants, causing us to bump heads when we lean in.
“Ow,” she winces, pulling back and chuckling just as I do the same.
“We are less than graceful with this, aren’t we?” I joke, her shoulders bouncing from her laugh.
“Well, we don’t really have the experience now, do we?” She fires back playfully.
I focus back on the task at hand, popping her button open and pressing the sides of her skirt down over her hips with my hands, sliding my palms down her silky legs all the way to the floor, urging her to step out when I reach the bottom. Following the same trail on her skin on my way back up, I plant small kisses on her shins, knees, and outer thighs, before reaching eye-level with her pussy covered in matching white lace. I can smell her arousal, strong yet sweet, the scent from the other day memorized on my senses. Planting a kiss over the lace, I hook my thumbs in the waistband of her thong and slowly lower the garment down her legs just like her skirt, awarded with her bare skin, dripping with need for me.
“Fuck, Vic,” I growl through my teeth once her thong is gone, my hands sliding up her legs before cupping her ass and pulling her pussy to my mouth, my tongue parting her and lapping her up while she braces her hands on my shoulders, standing there, taking everything I’m giving her.
“Oh God,” she whimpers, harsh breaths leaving her mouth as I worship her intimate flesh, parting her folds with my tongue and flicking her clit with measured and meticulous strokes. I eat her like she’s my last meal, even though this is far from the last time I’ll ever do this to her. I feel her muscles tense beneath my hands, her ass tightening just as her hands grip my hair and pull. She widens her stance just as I remove one of my hands from her butt, and push a finger inside of her, rubbing and sliding in just the right way. It only takes a few strokes before she’s flooding my mouth with her orgasm as I fight off my own from hearing her come.
Her breathing is ragged and sharp, her hands are still fisting my hair, and her eyes are still closed while she recovers from the waves of pleasure I just gave her.
“Holy bananas,” she huffs, before finally releasing her grip on my head. “That was incredible, Mike,” she murmurs before pulling me in to kiss her, the taste of her still on my tongue. Knowing she’s tasting herself right now makes my dick even harder than it was before.
“Well, I had to make sure you get off because once I’m inside you, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last,” I tease, her smirk makes my heart back-flip in my chest.
“Don’t worry, you definitely succeeded.…” she trails off, unhooking her bra from behind her and pushing the straps down her arms so she’s completely naked in front of me now. I pause, feeling each thump of my pulse hammer through my body, while I take in the sight of Victoria completely naked before me, a fantasy I’ve envisioned so many times, the reality far more exquisite than what I imagined. She’s delicate, feminine, soft and so damn sexy.
“Make love to me, Mike,” she whispers, reaching for my pants, freeing the button, and pushing them down, along with my briefs so I’m bare to her as well.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that,” I admit, nipping at her bottom lip while fondling her breasts, her chest arching into my hands.
“Um, yeah I do know how long, remember?” She’s joking with me, but it’s a good reminder that having sex is a wait we both endured for this moment exactly.
I chuckle, pulling her close to me, wrapping my arms around her as she jumps up again, this time successfully binding her legs around my waist, my dick rubbing right against the silky flesh between her legs.
“Jesus Christ, you feel good, Vic,” I mumble against her lips while I walk us over to the bed, wanting to lie her down underneath me, but also wanting to co
ntinue to stay connected like this.
“Holy hell, this feels incredible… now I get why people are addicted to sex.”
“I’m not even in you yet, Vic.”
She giggles. “Then let’s change that.” Her smirk is everything as I lie her down beneath me, my body cocooning hers while I kiss and nibble at her neck, the laugh that escapes her is a sound I know I can’t ever live without.
“Hold on one second, babe,” I say after licking her nipples and grazing my teeth along them, rising from the bed to fetch a condom in my dresser from the box my brother gave me. I know, I should have bought my own. But I can’t let his gift go to waste, right?
I take one foil packet back to the bed with me, peering down on the white comforter to the very naked and tantalizing woman I can’t wait to claim. Her stark black hair is fanned out around her head, her dark hazel eyes are filled with fire and a little fear, but in an encapsulating way. She knows what this means. She knows that there has been no one else and never will be for the rest of our lives.
I feel the tingles of an orgasm building already, and we haven’t even done the dead. Jesus, this is going to be over quick.
“Mike, you know what you’re doing, right?” Victoria pushes up on her elbows, watching me as I stand before her, tearing at the condom and removing it from the wrapper.
“Um, it’s pretty self-explanatory, Vic. And yes, I’ve read the directions.”
“Okay, because I swear… if you get me pregnant right now, Mike… I’ll never forgive you.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “I mean, I agree. We’re not ready for that… but uh, this conversation is kind of a mood-killer, Vic.” My dick is still hard as a rock, but her demanding tone is definitely pushing that onset of an orgasm away. I guess there are worse things.
She chuckles. “Well, maybe you’ll last longer now,” she winks up at me, making me grin and pounce on her, covering her with my body, resting between her legs and kissing her passionately.
I pull back from her, staring into her eyes, knowing there is nothing more right than the two of us together. “Victoria…” I sigh, fighting with the perfect words to say to her. I want her to remember tonight for the rest of our lives. I never want her to doubt the way I feel for her. I want her to memorize the words and how I say them like a song lyric you never forget. And then I realize, it doesn’t have to be long and elaborate. I don’t have to have some perfect speech or long explanation to tell Victoria how I feel, because the love between us is enough to solidify the words. It just needs to be simple.
“I love you, Victoria. I love you so damn much…” I’m shaking, holding myself above her but never breaking eye contact. I can feel my hair fall forward over my face, but I’m not moving until I know she understands that this is it. She is it. She is everything.
Her eyes fill with tears instantly, the slightest tremble in her lip reassures me the emotions I feel right now are not one-sided, the caress of her hands in my hair to sweep it back off my forehead are warm and loving.
“I love you too, Mike. I think I’ve always loved you…”
When she says that last word, I carefully push inside her, connecting us together physically but figuratively as well. I could live the rest of my life like this, buried inside her wet heat, but the small hitch in her voice brings me back from my fantasy and warns me to stop.
“Are you okay?” I say through gritted teeth because the pressure from her tightness on my dick is borderline painful but mind-numbingly perfect.
“Yeah, I mean… it hurts, but it’s okay. Keep going, please…” She begs, her face full of pain, it makes me want to halt completely. But I know we have to cross this hurdle to get to the good part. I kiss her softly, a brush of my lips with hers while I whisper how much I love her in her ears on every thrust.
I push in again slowly over and over, each time aiming to move another inch, until finally, her brow unfurrows, her eyes glaze over, and I feel myself reach the furthest point inside of her, enveloped by her warmth and honeyed walls.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, clenching my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin hard enough to break the skin. “I need you to move, Mike. Please…” She’s so full of me and so tight, I know if I move, I’m going to break.
“Hold on, Vic. I need a minute,” I plead, my head buried in her neck, my teeth clenched so tight I might crack one. Holy hell, this feels incredible. Why did I wait so long? Oh yeah, because feeling this with Victoria was worth it. But now I definitely get the hype.
“Okay, it just….” She cringes and then relaxes as I start to move, her grip on my shoulders releasing as her fingers rub along my back.
I pull back ever so slightly from her deepest point, pushing in again slowly to the brink. “Oh… yes,” she cries, while I lower my face down to press my lips to hers. I feel that release just waiting in the shadows, but I know I have to hold off as long as I can. I pull and push, rubbing her walls lovingly, caressing her lips with mine, holding her in my hands as long as I can stand.
Time feels like it’s moving at a snail’s pace for me as I fight off my orgasm, but the reality is it’s only been a few minutes. The longest, yet most exhilarating, few minutes of my life. “Fuck, Vic. I’m gonna come…” I growl and can’t hold off any longer until I feel each pulse of my cock vibrate inside of her. I fall on top of her, my breathing sporadic and heavy, while her arms trace patterns over my back and shoulders.
“I’m sorry… I told you, I wouldn’t last long.”
She chuckles beneath me, forcing me to push myself up so I can see her eyes. “It’s okay, Mike. That was the first time, and it will certainly, not be the last.”
“Damn right, Vic. God, I love you. I can’t believe we’re finally here. I want you to stay the night with me. You can’t leave yet. We have to do that again.” I’m firing words and thoughts at her so fast, I forget that I’m still inside of her and need to clean up. I reluctantly pull out of her, dispose of the condom, and pull on my underwear while Vic lies deeper into my bed, pulling the covers over her.
“I think that could be arranged. I just happened to pack an overnight bag. It’s in my car.”
“I’ll get it for you.” I jump like a bull out of the holding pin, racing to her car and retrieving her bag in record time.
She’s laughing at me when I return. “Someone seems to like that idea,” she teases me, reaching her arm out in demand for her duffle. The sound of a zipper catches my attention and then a loud thud on the bed, causing me to turn my attention to the industrial-sized box of condoms she’s thrown on the comforter.
I look up at her, wide-eyed and surprised. “A little presumptuous, don’t you think?”
She shrugs. “I know what I want and I like to be prepared.”
I quickly push my briefs back down, my cock standing at full height, ready for round two.
“Seems I know what I want, too.”
Vic eyes my package, licks her lips, and then flings the comforter off of her, exposing her naked body in all of its glory to me. “Then I’m yours for the taking, sir.” She curls her finger at me, calling me to her. “Come here.”
So I do. I kiss and lick and touch and make love to Victoria again. And this time, I last two minutes longer.
Chapter 24
Victoria
I stretch my limbs just as the reality of morning infiltrates my conscience. I can sense the sunlight peeking through the blinds behind my closed eyelids. Popping one eye open, I realize I’m not at home in my bed, but rather in Mike’s. The memory of last night comes flooding back, and then the biggest smile comes over my face. I can feel every kiss, every thrust, every brush of our skin together. I’m waking up in Mike’s bed, naked because we had sex last night. That’s right! I’m no longer a virgin, and neither is he.
I bury my face in the soft pillow beneath me, relishing in the soreness of my muscles and the ache in between my legs, and giggle. Full on giggle. This can’t be real, I convince myself. But then I lift my head up
and look around his room, notice our clothes strewn about the floor, condom wrappers on the nightstand, and the messiness of the well-used bed and I realize, it wasn’t just a dream.
I rise from the bed, grab Mike’s shirt from last night off the floor, slip it on, brush my teeth really quickly in the bathroom, and saunter down the hallway to the kitchen where the smell of bacon wafts through the air.
“Good morning,” his voice rumbles with his back to me as he mans the meat on the stove. His bare torso teases me, the solid lines of every muscle in his shoulders and back more beautiful than a sculpture. His underwear clings to his perfect ass and strong legs, and I swear, I am ready to spend all day in bed with him.
“Good morning. Is there coffee?” I mumble behind a yawn.
“Yup. Cups are in the cupboard above the coffee pot.” Mike turns to looks at me finally, the widest grin on his face when he sees me in his shirt, my hair probably a rat’s nest on my head.
“Damn. I never believed it, but that whole image of a woman wearing your shirt the morning after… well, it’s better than I imagined.”
I laugh. “Well, you cooking me breakfast shirtless is pretty cliché too, you know.” I rise up on my toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips, which he instantly deepens while he pulls our bodies together. “But it’s better than I imagined too.”
“Then we better keep living out this movie-like scene and have sex on the counter.”
“Mike… the bacon,” I remind him while he continues to assault my body, his hands moving under the shirt I’m wearing, stilling as he realizes I’m not wearing any underwear.
“The bacon is done, but this most certainly is not.” He lifts me up and places me on the edge of the island, lifting the shirt up and over my head so I’m instantly naked in front of him. “God woman, I’ll never get enough of you.”