Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
Miller
I haven’t had a day where I didn’t do any work in … forever.
Given my position, I should have the ability to take more vacations for relaxation and disconnection. Despite working in the tech industry, I don’t think I know the right way to disconnect.
My phone and my laptop are always with me. It’s rare that I don’t have one of them in my hand. I don’t know when to turn off. I’m always running code. I’m always jotting down ideas to implement or something new to tackle for my next adventure.
I also have never purposely taken a day off.
This is new.
We went to Denise’s place.
She changed into shorts and a tank top, while I was still dressed in my jeans. After a while, we sat on the couch watching a scary movie. She’s nestled underneath my arm, with her cheek on my chest.
My heart is beating quickly with the nearness of her body, my arm around her waist, feeling every movement that her body makes when something creeps out of the corner in the movie. Once the movie is over and the credits roll, she faces me, pulls my face to hers, and kisses me.
Lost in the kiss, our lips colliding, our tongues dancing, and our skin flushed with need.
“More,” she whispers against my lips.
“Oh yeah?”
She nods in return.
I wrap my arms around her and hoist her up. I move us down the hallway, with our mouths fused. Looking at the rooms we pass as I reach her bedroom at the end of the hall.
I lay her down on her bed, hovering over her with my hands planted on either side of her. I press myself down into her and cup her breast as I rock into her. My cock is straining against my jeans as our tounges tangle.
I lean up as she pulls her top over her head. She resumes kissing me before I pull back and unbuckle my jeans. Her hand moves to assist me, by unzipping me and pulling my cock out as I lean up on my knees to give her access.
She lays back down on the bed as my cock k springs out and I remove my pants.
Her bra is a light blue and see-through. Her nipples are begging for attention as I plant myself against her body. I move down, kissing her soft skin between the valley of her tits, taking my time to suckle each nipple, as my cock ruts against the bed slightly. I pull her shorts down her legs and step down from the edge of the bed and pull her so her ass is at the edge of the bed. I press myself into her for a moment before I go down on my knees and spread her legs open. I move her panties to the side and swipe my tongue against her warmth before removing her matching panties. My mouth covers her center as my tongue flicks against her folds, entering her briefly as my hand works my cock. I kiss her pussy, suck it, and flick my tongue against the tiny bud as she whispers yes and more. Wetting my middle finger in my mouth, I gradually penetrate her while simultaneously pleasuring myself.
I stand up and fist my cock again, making contact with her eyes, and bite my lower lip. She scoots up onto the bed and I move her diagonally. I situate myself in between her legs, lean down and kiss her for a moment before my cock can’t take it no more.
Shit! I don’t keep condoms in my wallet.
“Do you have protection?”
“I’m on the pill.”
“Fuck.” That means I can go inside her bare, with no barrier between us. Fuck. I wasn’t prepared for this, but I’m game if she is.
I stroke my shaft and press myself against her pussy and watch as the crown of my cock disappears inside her. I hold my breath as I watch my length go deeper. As I bottom out while breathing out a shaky breath, my whole body vibrates at the sensation of how amazing it feels. My cock is encased in a warm, silky tight space, and I’m loving every second.
Sure, I’ve fucked before. But that’s all it was. It was a fuck. The last relationship that I had was probably when I was in sixth grade and that barely counts on the register as a romance. There were times when I saw a woman more than once, and when the second hangout came, they would have to sign an NDA. I only have a few of those out there, but that’s probably a little more than I would want. But none of the women I’ve been with became anything more of a substance than a fuck when I needed a release. I refused actual relationships. My sole focus was on work and climbing the ranks in the tech world. Which is where I currently sit. And now I’m here with Denise and all I can think of is claiming her as mine.
My hips push and pull, and I relish in the feeling of her warmth squeezing me. I look up to the ceiling, my hands guide her hips against me. I lean down and kiss her. Our kiss is a frenzy of lust and curiosity.
She pushes at my stomach, and I pull out of her.
“Too much?” I ask in confusion.
“Not enough. Sit down.” She orders.
I comply with her demands and sit with my back against the frame of her bed. I pull her up and over to sit astride me as I align my cock with her entrance, and she slowly sinks down on me. My hands move to her hips and she lifts, then seats herself again. Her hand is on my chest and her body arches while she moves against me repeatedly.
Our eyes connect, and we hold on to the gaze while our connected bodies move together. The only sound in the room is that of our bated breaths echoing off the walls. My hands move from her hips to around her back, and I press her to my body as she continues to move. Her hands sit atop my shoulders, holding me firmly. Her mouth drops open while she slams down on me. My breath catches each time she bottoms out.
“Okay. Okay. I’m going to. Yep, I’m about to. I’m going to come.”
“Lose yourself. Use me. Take me. I’m yours.” I grit out.
Her neck cranes to the ceiling, her mouth opens and an animalistic sound comes out of her throat as her movements come to a slow pace. Her pussy contracts. She squeezes me like a vise and her breathing returns to normal.
“My turn.” I grin.
She moves off of me, but I stop her. My hands grip her hips. I lean in and give her a quick kiss. “Hold still.”
My hips push up and I look up at her and see the heated lust in her eyes while she watches me lose myself. My eyes tighten and every bit of my body tightens as I come.
Forgetting that I’m not wearing a condom, I gently pull her up, the rest of my come expelling on my stomach.
I’m breathless and begging in my silent thoughts of pure pleasure to have her near, but know that I also need to clean up the mess that I made.
I look to the side of the bed. No tissues.
As if she can read my thoughts, she jumps off the bed and disappears down the hall, moments later returning with Kleenex. She goes to clean me up, but I take the tissues and do it myself.
She smiles, takes one of her fingers, and swipes it through the stickiness on my stomach, then pulls the finger up to her lips and wraps them around her digit.
Holy Shit!