Kneading You

by Simone Belarose

  His tongue teased my lips apart, he sat me down on the countertop and leaned in hungrily, one arm holding me to him.

  My head swimming, heart hammering, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. “I need you,” I whispered into his ear.

  He groaned low and hungry. “You’ve no idea how many nights I dreamed of you saying those words to me.”

  “Tell me,” I said with a gasp as he pulled me closer and started to slide his hands down to my hips. I don’t know what got into me. I was never this forward.

  But with Thomas here, I realized how much I needed him. As if being closer to him would erase all the pain and the lonely nights.

  He grabbed the hem of the sweater and pulled it up and over my head, leaving me topless in his kitchen. I didn’t care. “I’ve dreamt of this longer than I can remember,” he said hoarsely. “Every night for years I dreamt of you. Called your name out when I touched myself to the memory of you against me.”

  I crushed my lips against his. Hearing him talk about how much he wanted me made want to make all his dreams come true. He tasted warm and sweet with a lingering trace of coffee. The kiss broke and left me dazed, but he wasn’t done with me. I felt his hot lips on my jaw, at my neck and trailing down my chest.

  Oh God, this is really happening.

  My breath came in short, excited gasps. I’d never wanted anybody as badly as I wanted him right then. A moan escaped my lips as he teased my nipple with his tongue, while his other hand made sure both nipples stood at firm attention.

  I shut my eyes, seeing starlight burst behind my eyelids. I’d never had anybody touch me with such tenderness or such need. The stiff peaks of my nipples met his large palms and I let another moan escape my lips, which only urged him on.

  There was nothing quite like his touch, hard and firm but impossibly tender. He knew what he was doing and it showed. I only wished I could have been the one to show him.

  I finally managed to come to my senses long enough to start tugging his shirt off weakly. He chuckled at my feeble attempts and lifted his arms, letting me pull it over and off him to expose the thick layers of muscles I had daydreamed about.

  He was on me again in a flash, hands cupping and working my breasts with attention and care while his mouth trailed down my belly. I squealed when he playfully nibbled at my belly button.

  Every kiss felt like a spark of flame between us. My heart beat faster and I was beginning to lose my patience. I writhed and wriggled on the countertop unable to help myself. I’d waited so many years for this moment, so much had gotten between us and now that it was put aside I wanted him. And I wanted him now.

  I was done waiting. Done playing it safe.

  My hands hungrily roamed his muscles, feeling every hard curve to his thick shoulders. I ran my fingers through his hair urging him on. He hooked his fingers into the edges of my sweatpants and I shimmied to help ease them off.

  I could feel his breath against my thighs and it sent shivers of pleasure through me. I remembered the errant thought I had about feeling his stubble between my legs. I was eager to find out how good it felt.

  “That’s not fair,” I said putting on my best pout. “You still have your clothes on.”

  He stood at his full height, bare-chested and shredded with muscle I couldn’t help but trace with my fingertips. Whenever I touched him it felt like electrical current coursing through me. I couldn’t get enough of it.

  Taking a cue from his playbook, when I got to his hips I hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled them down. My mind went blank for a moment at the size of him. Swollen, rock-hard and tantalizingly, dangerously big.

  I don’t remember if I made a noise, but I must have done something funny because when my mind started up again he was chuckling warmly.

  I’d do anything to hear him make that sound again.

  It wasn’t every day a rock hard cock practically leaps out at you. I reached out for it, to caress it, to feel the massive thing and make sure it was real, but he pulled away and wagged a finger admonishingly at me before I could.

  He dropped to his knees and scooped his arms around me, pulling me right to the edge of the table and onto his waiting mouth. I spread my legs eagerly and curled my fingers into his hair.

  Most guys went down on a girl like something of an obligation, or worse in the hopes of reciprocation. This was different. Thomas was doing this out of passion, out of desire.

  Trailing kisses down my thighs he made a trail to my center. I was practically quivering with excitement. One kiss, then another before he tasted me with his tongue and moaned appreciatively.

  He worked his tongue in slow circles sending shivers through me. I was sensitive to his first few touches and he read me like a book, adapting his technique and easing into it. God, if only all men understood it wasn’t a race like Thomas.

  With deliberate, almost teasing slowness he ran his tongue along my length before gently teasing my clit. I clamped my thighs to the sides of his head and instinctively gasped at what I’d done. But he didn’t seem to mind, or maybe he was just so focused he didn’t realize.

  The feel of his coarse stubble against the inside of my thighs was heavenly. The way he moved his head side to side against my thighs, rasping his stubble against the sensitive skin. He had to know what he was doing to me. It drove me wild.

  I felt the building waves of pleasure as he slipped one, then another finger inside me. Before I knew it I was weakly thrusting my hips, hungry for more and no longer caring if he knew.

  My thighs squeezed against the sides of his face, I needed more of that deliciously coarse stubble against my skin. His hands reached around to my hips and held them in place. I obeyed like a good girl, and he rewarded me by pumping his fingers harder into me, reaching deep to a spot I could never get myself.

  I moaned his name, fingers curling and threading through his hair. My toes began to curl. He sucked on my clit, and I could feel myself going over the edge. I gasped out between breaths, “Just. Like. That.”

  He looked up at me, with those dark pools of coffee and said three words that sealed my fate, “Come for me.”

  I was all too happy to oblige.

  Lightning burst through me, my body went rigid with pleasure and I clamped down on his fingers. My legs locked around his head and I let out a little whimper, but he didn’t stop.

  Wave after wave of pleasure rocked through me and he brought me to the crest of each, experiencing the fullness of ecstasy before they slowly began to subside and he eased out of me.

  I would have fallen bonelessly to the countertop if his arms weren’t around me, holding me up. I wavered there caught up in the blissful afterglow. Too warm and content to care about much of anything.

  Thomas got to his feet and let me lay my head against his warm chest. His heart pounded with desire and I couldn’t help but grin and kiss his skin, my hands guided themselves down his sculpted front, over washboard abs and further still until they found their prize.

  I heard him grunt and curse softly as I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I marveled at the silky smoothness of him and the sheer steely hardness.

  Slowly I glided my hand across the length, as much to feel the realness of it as to excite him. That last part he needed no help with. He was harder than I thought possible. It was like gripping hot metal wrapped in a thin layer of silk.

  He shivered beneath my touch as I explored his length, trailing fingertips around the tip and beneath. He throbbed and I knew I’d found a sensitive spot. I tucked that away for later use and started to pump him in earnest. Pulling him closer and closer to my spread legs with each eager tug.

  Even as soaked as I was, I wasn’t sure I could fit him. But I was sure as hell going to try.

  “Wait,” he said, voice hoarse and struggling for self-control. I stopped but didn’t release my grip. “I need to grab some protection.”

  I looked up at him and grinned, imagining him putting on his clothes and
sprinting upstairs to his apartment, fully erect, to grab some condoms. I almost let him do it because I wanted to see if he’d actually do it, but I wasn’t that cruel.

  I dug one hand into the thick muscle on his shoulder and pulled him down to whisper into his ear. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”

  It was like I flicked a switch in his head.

  Four words were all it took for me to unleash the animal inside him. He lifted me up into the air as if I weighed nothing and as I wrapped my legs around his waist he slowly lowered me onto his length. I shuddered as the tip pressed into me.

  He throbbed with desire and need as he slowly inched his way inside me. I’d never felt so full, so hungry for more. I needed him, all of him and I wouldn’t have anything less. I squeezed my legs around his back, hooking one ankle over the other for leverage and pulled.

  He resisted at first, the last vestiges of gentlemanly behavior. But I welcomed the pain and the pleasure in equal measure. Released from his concern of hurting me, he grabbed my ass in two handfuls and eased me up and down his length.

  I gasped and bit at his shoulder, fingernails clawing his back as I cried out for more. We slammed together, each of us needed this more than we ever thought possible. He trailed kisses down my neck, gasping and groaning seductively.

  He leaned me back and ducked his head sticking a raspberry peak into his hungry mouth. Electricity coursed through my veins, and I lost the ability for all rational thought. All coherent speech flew out the window. I moaned and bit down unable to help myself. I needed to taste him, to know every inch of him.

  There was so much time to make up for.

  I heard him grunt and strain, struggling to hold back against the inevitable. Felt him harden and thicken inside me, and then the mounting waves of pleasure crashed through us both at the same time and I didn’t even know my own name.

  12

  Thomas

  “Fuck.”

  Claire snuggled up to me and traced little patterns on my chest with her fingernail. “Mhm.”

  I still held her in my arms, but I had the good fortune to sit on a stool before my legs gave out. I nearly blacked out I came so hard, I didn’t think that was even possible. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. I had my best friend back, and more.

  Claire had been one of the hottest girls in school. Now, she was the sexiest girl in town. She never seemed to understand just how hot she really was. With lush lips, a slender neck that I wanted to cover in kisses, and perky breasts I couldn’t keep my hands off of she was a goddess made real.

  This was everything I could ever have hoped for. My arms tightened around her and she cooed softly against my chest while I kissed the top of her still-damp hair. “I’ve got a private bathroom over there.” I jerked my head to the door off to the side.

  She yawned and gave a sluggish nod before sliding off my lap and wandering drunkenly towards the bathroom. I couldn’t stop staring at her bare ass, the curves of her hips. It was still so surreal. I had been in love with this girl since I first laid eyes on her, and never in my wildest dreams had I ever dared to think she felt even a tenth of what I did.

  It had never felt so good to be wrong.

  There was still the matter of Beth and her machinations though. Violence didn’t seem the be the answer but it sure was tempting. I was never the violent type, but all the hormones rushing around in my blood made me feel like a chest-thumping Neanderthal.

  With it came a feeling of invincibility, a high that I never wanted to come down off of. Once Claire got out of the bathroom we switched places. I cleaned up and came back with a hint of disappointment at finding her clothed again. She grinned playfully as I scooped up my clothes and as I got dressed she flashed me.

  “I see you like that,” she said pointing.

  Not that I needed reminding. I could feel myself rising again at just the briefest glimpse of her perfect breasts and rosy nipples. How many nights had I fantasized about what they looked like? Too many to count.

  “Not fair,” I said with a grin, putting the rest of my clothes on. “You’ve got assets I couldn’t dare compete with.”

  Claire gave me an appraising look. A devilish smile spread on her lips. “So, now that you’ve eaten, we’re supposed to knead the dough again?”

  I laughed and came closer, encircling her with my arms and kissing her forehead. “It does.”

  “I still don’t know how to do it,” she said coyly, batting her thick eyelashes at me. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to show me how to do it again.”

  There was nothing I could do about the stupid grin that came over me. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  I helped her flip, stretch, and knead the dough. Tossing handfuls of flour when it was needed. It had more than enough time to relax since we last kneaded it and now it just needed a little more gluten worked into it before going into the proofing oven.

  This time I pressed tight against her so she could feel all of me. It was startling how well we fit together. Like we had always been destined for this. I loved the sexy curves of her body, the way her breasts pressed against me, and my hands on her firm ass.

  So much time wasted, years hurt and feeling abandoned because of what?

  What was so damn important that Beth would do this to us, to Claire? It made me sick to think about it. I wanted it to be over, but I knew that just because Claire and I had found each other again didn’t mean it was finished.

  Whatever it was, I was confident we could take it head-on. Together.

  After putting the loaf away we washed up and went back to my apartment for a meal of reheated leftovers. This time, Claire put our plates right next to each other and she sat in my lap while we talked about our lives over the past eight years.

  I learned about her struggles at school, how much she missed me and how lonely she had been, but that it had helped her to be apart from me.

  “Not that I wanted to keep that up,” she said. “It was just…I got a sense of who I was without you. If that makes sense. I understood who I was as a person, and even though it sucked I got through it and came out better for it. I also graduated top of my class, and I can wholeheartedly recommend that having no friends or hobbies and constantly studying worked wonders.”

  I chuckled and reached in front of her to get a yeast roll and she playfully bit my forearm. It instantly made me hard thinking about how she had bitten my shoulder and neck during sex.

  I wasn’t usually into that kind of thing. It was just so damn hot the way she lost control like that. My Claire, sweet and calculating and always with a plan, acting feral and wild.

  It was hot as fuck. I didn’t dare tell her, she already had enough tricks to make me lose my mind as it was. I wanted us to discover each other’s wants and desires over time through good old-fashioned experience.

  You just want an excuse to have all sorts of sex with her.

  Guilty.

  “I understand, I really do. It was how I felt a year or so after you left. I was aimless, without much idea of what I wanted to do. Most of my friends left town, those that stayed I had already pushed away. And then I found out who I was when I had nobody.

  “I was crushing on you hard,” I admitted. “Honest. And that does a thing to a guy’s head. I started thinking more in terms of what you liked or wanted and less what I’d prefer to do. It’s not healthy, and I don’t think I would have deserved you back then.”

  She stroked her soft hand against my cheek. “We could have found out who we were, together.”

  “Maybe, but it took losing everything I thought I had to discover things about myself I never knew.”

  “Like what?”

  I motioned to the plates in front of us. “Like my love for making food, for baking, and the effects exercise can have on my mental wellbeing. Whenever I feel like I’m down or in a funk, going for a run or lifting some weights always clears my head. It might not give me the answers I need, but it puts me in the right state of mind
to tackle them.”

  She took a deep breath and sighed. “It seems we both went through our own self-discovery. It’s amazing how I never had the slightest idea you were into me!”

  “I thought it was obvious,” I countered. “Do you know how many times I had to cover my crotch with a book or pillow so you didn’t see my awkward teenage erection?”

  She giggled. “Now that you mention it, I did think it was a little odd how you used to always have something your lap. I just didn’t have the faintest idea why.”

  “Well, now you know.”

  “I do, and the only thing I’m going to allow in your lap from now on is me.” She wiggled a little against me and gave a self-satisfied grin when she felt my hardening cock press against her.

  “Yes, ma’am.” A wry grin spreading on my face.

  “I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding.”

  We finished the meal and I poured us each a glass of wine. We retired to the living room to snuggle up on the couch with a blanket to ward off the creeping cold. I volunteered to turn on the heat, but she stopped me.

  “No, leave it. It gives me a reason to stay like this.”

  “But you don’t need a rea-“

  “Shh.” She put a finger to my lips. Without thinking I gently sucked on it. She pulled it away, a rosy blush creeping up her cheeks when she turned to look at me in surprise. “I-I…”

  I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. Being able to arouse her felt like a superpower.

  “Yes?”

  “I forgot what I was talking about,” she said in a huff. Then she yawned and stretched out like a cat beneath the blanket, laying her head on my lap so she could look up at me. “You know…I still don’t have a key to my dad’s apartment.”

  Stupid, idiotic me blurted out, “Oh, I have a spare key.”

  Her look of surprise was like looking in a mirror, but she wasn’t deterred. “Yes, hmm. Well, I still don’t have a key to my dad’s apartment…” She looked at me with those vivid green eyes I could never get enough of.