She giggles. “Do you really want me to?”
That’s it. I lean over to her, draw her face to mine, and kiss her. There’s no doubt what she’s thinking when I feel her lips touch mine. She wants me as much as I want her. “I think the question is, do you want to drive or shall I bring you home tomorrow?”
“You know, I think I want you to bring me home. I guess I should go in and get some clothes, huh?
I laugh. “Won’t need ‘em!”
She starts laughing too. “Well, okay, toothbrush and hairbrush. How ‘bout that?”
“Oh, well, yeah, I’m not a fan of morning breath, so that sounds pretty good. Shall I sit out here?”
“No. Come on in.” We’re both still teasing each other and laughing as we head into the house.
It takes her all of ten minutes to throw some things in a bag. “Did you put extra panties in there?” I ask her.
“Yeah.”
“Good. Those you’ll need.” I reach for her and draw her up against me, then kiss her again. She drops her bag and wraps those beautiful arms around my neck, and I swear I see stars and hear angels. Then I pull back and look down into those big blue eyes. “If we keep this up, we’ll never get to my house.”
“Come on then. Let’s go.” She grabs my hand and leads me out, locks the door, and pulls me down the steps to the car.
“Oh, god, Sir, oh god. Please? Please? I need to come.”
Her hands are tied together with red shibari rope and then tied to the head of my bed. That naked body is gloriously on display, and there’s a fire in my cock that I haven’t felt in years. My spreader bar has come in handy too, and her ankles are secured to it while I administer a delicious level of torment. I work her right up to orgasm, only to let it subside before I start again. Six times so far. She’s wound up like you wouldn’t believe. “One more time, sub, and then I’ll see what I can do about this.”
“Oh, please, Sir!”
And now comes the part I want her to get. “Okay, listen to me. I’m going to tell you when you can come, and you have to hold off until then. Once I tell you that you can, it’s all good.”
“I’ll try, Sir.”
“No trying.” I ramp up my finger motion, that swirling around her distended node, and she squirms with the effort of waiting. Finally, I tell her, “Sub, I want you to come for me.” I stroke her clit extra hard and fast for a split second, and she comes hard, bucking and screaming. Making sure I let it go on long enough, I finally stop and bark out, “I’m flipping you over. On your knees, hands gripping the headboard.” Shibari rope undone and dropped on the floor by the bed, I pick her up and roll her. Once she’s on her stomach, I’m surprised at how fast she can scramble up and get into position. It’s a joy to press my hands into her sides just under her arms and slide them down until they rest on those luscious hips. Wow. The girl is curvy in all the right places, and she brings my curve to life every time. My fingers grip into her flesh and I lean forward to kiss my way down her spine; the arch in her back tells me she loves it. There’s something about this woman that makes me want to keep her happy and satisfy her. Something else floats through my mind, someone else I felt that way about, but I just let it keep going until it’s gone – thank god. When I get to the base of her spine, I drag my tongue all the way back up just to hear her moan out, “Ahhhhhhhh.”
“Good?”
“Awesome.”
“I’m glad.” I rise up on my knees behind her, roll on a condom, and then move into her, knowing she can feel my cock pressing against her ass. “I hope this is equally as good.” I scoot my knees up and under her spread legs and press the head of my dick into her slick, hot opening. When I shove upward the first time, she lets out a little squeal. “You’ll not come until I tell you it’s all right. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” My rhythm is vicious, and she falls right into it, pressing down against me as I rise up into her, moaning in a way that sets my blood boiling. God, her ass is a beautiful thing! So firm, so round, so satiny. Everything below my waist is knotting and tightening, and I need her so badly that I can barely breathe.
Before I even know I’m going to say it, I mutter out, “Girl, do you have any idea what you do to me?”
A breathless, “Oh, Sir,” comes out of her lips and she groans loudly. Oh, god, I wish we knew each other well enough to just lose control, but I feel like I have to hold back so I don’t push her or scare her. I don’t want her nervous or afraid around me. She’s been pushed around enough already. “Oh, Sir, please, may I come? Oh, god.”
“Not yet, sub. Not yet. Hang in there with me and I promise you’ll be rewarded.” I’m almost there, teetering on the edge, and then I slap her ass with the palm of one hand and tell her, “Come with me, baby. Right now.” Over the edge I go, and from the way her channel closes around me and pulses, I know she’s there too. Her knuckles are white from gripping the headboard, and I give her about ten more good, hard thrusts, really push her hard. She’s crying out and trembling, and I scoot back just a little, rise up straight, wrap my arms around her, and pull her up, her back against my chest.
Her head tips back against my shoulder, and I whisper in her ear, “You’re incredible, do you know that? You’re the woman every man dreams about.”
There’s a sleepy smile on her face. “Do you dream about me?”
The low rumble in my chest gives me away, my voice husky when I answer, “Since I met you? Every damn night. I don’t dream about anything or anyone else.”
“Oh, Steffen.” She turns her head toward me and kisses my cheek, and I swear I think I’ll be able to feel her lips there even next week. “I want to know you, really know you. You have a beautiful soul.”
No one’s ever said anything like that to me before. Everybody treats me like I’m some kind of ego-driven stud who wants one conquest after another. And I may put that face on at the club, act all cavalier and nonchalant, but it’s just like I told her before: Everyone wants to be loved. Even me. It’s eluded me all these years, and I’d like to think I’ve finally captured it. I want to hang on with both hands, dig my fingers into it, and never let go.
I cup one of her breasts in each hand, feel their weight, test the hardness of her nipples with my fingers, and listen to the sigh she blows out and onto my skin. She smells so sweet, like chocolate and cinnamon, and I can’t get her close enough to me. I want to draw her in through my skin, swallow her down and put her inside me somehow, hold onto this moment for the next day, week, month. She turns and puts a hand on either side of my face, and her eyes are clear and bright when she speaks. “Do you want more? Because I do. I’m afraid, but I’m tired of being alone. I’ve had no one for so long. I’m so glad I’m here with you.”
Just like she’s holding my face, I hold hers and she presses her lips to mine. There’s some kind of spark between us; I feel it almost pop and crackle as it travels along my spine, and when she shivers under my palms, I know she feels it too. Gasping for breath, I manage to pant out, “I’m glad I’m here with you too.” The house is so quiet that I swear I can hear our hearts beating here in the low lamp light, that beautiful cayenne-colored hair shimmering, and I draw her down and into my arms. Lying there on our sides and facing each other, there’s something about it all that feels so right, so comfortable and normal and relaxing.
Our lips meet, and then she draws back and looks straight into my eyes with those big baby blues. “Steffen, I need you again. Please?”
She needn’t have asked. I’m already hard for her. It’s a perpetual state of being for me if she’s anywhere near. Snapping off the condom to roll another one on feels like second nature, and I shove her knees apart with mine, pull her legs up and around my waist, and slide into her waiting warmth.
It’s like I’ve always been here with her, and she fits so perfectly in my arms that I’m pretty sure she’s been tailor-made for me. “Are you getting what you need? I just want you to get what you need,” I whisper to her.
“You’re more than enough, baby, more than enough.” That voice, those words, those eyes – these overwhelmingly possessive feelings just take over, and I know we’re supposed to be here together. We rock into each other quietly, exchanging little kisses, and sometimes I just kiss her forehead. Holding her is like a drug, and I’m so damn high I don’t ever want to come down. I hear her give a little tiny grunt and her pussy starts to pulse around my cock, and in less than a minute, I pour into my condom again.
We both still, her legs around my waist, my arms tight around her, and she presses her face to my chest and sighs. I’ve never felt so balanced and centered in my life. This woman belongs with me – I know that beyond a shadow of a doubt. To test the waters I say, “You sure there isn’t somewhere you need to be in the morning?”
There’s a gentle smile on her lips as she looks up at me. “There’s no place I need to be that’s more important than being here with you.”
This is it. I make up my mind right then – I’m not letting go.
When I manage to pry one eye open, Sheila’s sitting up in the bed, scratching her head through that tangled mane of hair. She sees me sneaking a peek at her and says, “Your morning wood is impressive.”
I lift the sheet and look down. “Yeah, like that? It’s all yours. You can build whatever you like with that.”
“I want to build something that’ll withstand the test of time.” She leans down into my face and kisses me.
“What do you have in mind?” I clasp my hands behind my head to lift it so I can see her a little better, and she giggles.
“I don’t know, silly! Oh, just something strong and sturdy and solid.”
“And something silly?” With that, I grab her, throw her to the bed, climb on top of her, and start tickling her, and she shrieks with laughter. “Want something silly too, silly girl?”
“Yeah, yeah! Something silly!” I stop and look down into her face. “Steffen, you look good with stubble, you know?”
“Yeah? Think so?” I rub my jawline along her shoulder and she giggles again. “Like a scrub brush.”
“Like a sexy scrub brush.”
I roll my eyes. “Well, I can honestly say I’ve never been called a sexy scrub brush before. So thanks for that.” She digs her fingers into my ribs to tickle me, and I growl back, “Okay, little girl, don’t start something you can’t finish!” and start tickling her again.
“I want to finish! I want to!” she shrieks. When we both calm, she says, “Uh-oh. Your morning wood is gone.”
“Yeah. You tickled it right out of me.”
“Sorry.”
It’s time to get up, I think, so I stumble off to the bathroom. While I’m in there, I yell back out, “Want some breakfast?”
“Yeah. And I should probably go home.”
“Why? Is your other boyfriend gonna miss you?” I laugh.
“Oh, yeah. He’s missing me already. He’s probably been wondering where I am.” I can hear her giggling the whole time.
I come back and sit down in the bed, then draw her up against me and kiss her forehead. “Tell him I said back off ‘cause there’s a new sheriff in town, and he don’t like being messed with, ya hear?”
“Yes, Sir! I’ll tell him, Sir.” She looks around the room and then turns back to me. “I love being here with you. Your house is amazing and so are you.”
“Having you here is a joy, babe. I hope this is just the first time of many to come.” I kiss her forehead again.
“Me too.” She cranes her neck and gives me a peck on the lips. “Now I’m going to take a shower. And before you ask, no. I like to shower alone. Sorry. It’s just a thing for me.”
“Damn. And to think I actually had some wood I could get wet without the grain splitting.” I’m grinning from ear to ear, thinking about last night. “Oh, well, go ahead. That’s fine. I’ll just wait out here and pout.”
“You do that.” She ruffles my hair as she gets up and laughs when I do my best to smooth it back down. That’s impossible. I’m the king of bed head.
On the way back to her house, she asks, “So what are you doing today?”
“Well, looks like the very first thing I’ll be doing is changing my sheets!” I wink at her. “And then I’m taking the car to the carwash. And then I’m going back home to finish a model I’ve been working on.” She makes a face. “Plane. I have model planes. You know, the big ones that you fly? Remote control?”
“Oh! Yeah? I didn’t see them.”
“They’re in the garage. Matter of fact, that’s why the car’s not in there right now. I’ve got one scattered out because I’m working on it. But when I get it finished, I’ll be able to put the car back in there.”
“How long have you been doing that?”
“Oh, for as long as I can remember. Since at least middle school, maybe before.” I wait for a second, then ask, “Would you like to come next time I fly one of them?”
“I’d love that! Sounds like fun!”
“It is. I keep saying one of these days I’m going to learn to fly, but I just don’t have time.” I turn onto her street and I’m instantly sorry that in just a few minutes, this woman will be out of arm’s reach for me. There’s going to be a void at the house when I go back there, so I might as well prepare for it.
Once I’m parked, I turn to her. “Want me to walk you up?”
“Nah. I can do the walk of shame by myself.” She laughs right out loud and I’m blown away by that smile, so natural and dazzling. Then she leans in and kisses me. “Thanks, Steffen. It was wonderful. See you soon?”
“Oh, baby, you can bet on that. I enjoyed it too.” I kiss her back. “Call you later?”
“Please!” She gets out and closes the door, then leans on the window opening. “I really do want to spend time with you if you want it too.”
“I do. I’ll give you a call later.” Then I start to laugh. “Now get on in there and masturbate while you think of me. I know that’s what you’re going to do!”
“Wow. You’ve obviously got cameras in my house. I’ll have to find those suckers and take them out of commission. Great. I’m not safe from prying eyes anywhere.” She’s still laughing and shaking her head when she gets to her front door, and she turns and waves at me before she goes inside and closes it behind her.
I knew it. It’s like there’s a huge hole on the other side of the car. I forgot my punch card for the car wash, so I head back home and I haven’t more than walked in the door when my phone rings. And I know that ringtone: The theme from The Golden Girls. “Yeah?”
“Well?”
“Well what?”
Clint sounds a little exasperated with me. “Well, how was it?”
“How was what?”
He growls out, “Cothran, damn it, you irritate the hell out of me sometimes. I know about the date. Sheila told Trish. How was it?”
I plop down on the sofa. “It was awesome, fantastic, amazing, incredible. She fucks like a pro.”
“Wow. Information I didn’t need.”
“Well, you asked. And before you start chastising me for something I didn’t do, I was very careful with her. We did a little restraint work, but that’s all. And you know, I’m not sure I want to pursue BDSM with her.”
Silence. Then, “Hello? I don’t know who you are, but would you please put Steffen back on the phone?”
“Wise ass. You heard me.”
“What the hell, Cothran?”
“I don’t know, Winstead,” I mock back. Then I get real with him. “Clint, there’s just something about this girl. I want to be with her more than I’ve wanted anyone in a long, long time. She’s just it, man. She’s it.”
“Hmmmm. Okay. Did you tell her that?”
“In so many words.”
“Again, did you tell her that?”
“Yes, more or less.”
“I still don’t think you heard my question.”
“Yes. Yes, I told her I wanted to be with her. She asked me i
f I was working with any other subs, and I told her that not only was I not, but I wasn’t interested in pursuing that with anyone else. She just, I don’t know, feels like she belongs in my arms, you know?”
There’s a pause, and then Clint says in a tone low and warm, “I know exactly what you mean.”
“Yeah. She’s my Trish. I know that for sure.”
I hear him snicker. “Are you her Clint?”
I’m trying not to laugh. “No. I’m even better.”
“Oh? Zat so?” Now he’s chuckling.
“Oh, yeah. So much better. You just can’t imagine.”
“That’s not what my wife says.”
“Well, your wife just didn’t hang around long enough, that’s all!” Now I’m almost screaming with laughter, and he is too.
“Listen, Steffen, if this is what you want, then I want it for you too. I want to see you happy. It’s about damn time.”
“Thanks. That means a lot to me.” And it does. I don’t have family around here except for my mother, and it’s nice to have people who care about me, even if most of the time when I see them one of us is fucking somebody. There’s camaraderie in that, I do believe.
“Seeing her again?”
“God, I hope so, but we didn’t make any real plans, just made sure that the other knew we felt that way.”
“Good. If I can help you in any way, just let me know. Good luck, my friend.”
“Thanks, Clint. Give you a call in a couple of days?”
“You bet, buddy. Talk to you soon.”
I pick up my car wash punch card and head back out the door. Maybe I’ll stop at Mongolian Manor and pick up some stir-fry on the way home. That sounds good. I’ve worked up quite an appetite over the last twenty-four hours.
Chapter Five
“Hey!”
“Hi! What are you up to?”
I grin. “Calling you because I miss your voice.”
“Awwww, that’s sweet. I miss your smile.”
Now I’m grinning so wide that my cheeks hurt. “I’m smiling right now because I’m talking to you. So, I was wondering, want to go to dinner tomorrow night? Something casual, pizza or something, since it’s a work night, then back over here to watch a movie?”
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