Chapter 36 #2
“Uh, I mean… Shit. This isn’t how I meant to bring it up.
But I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Last month I went to jail.
A month before that, we couldn’t even talk to each other.
Weeks from now we’ll be done with the festival and openly dating.
I know it’s too soon to move in together, but I’m open to it whenever you feel ready. ”
Fiona pushes away from the stove, closing the distance between us, and I shut the fridge to face her.
“You’ve been thinking about living together?” she clarifies. “You’ve never said anything.”
“Like I said, it seemed like it might be too soon. I don’t want to come on too strong or scare you away.”
She takes the last step, pressing against my hips, her eyes piercing through me. “You think you can scare me away with that, Tre? I committed multiple felonies to get you out of jail, and you think it’s too soon to talk about what’s next?”
“When you put it that way…” I murmur and wrap my arms around her, pulling her body against mine. I slowly run my hands down her back to grab her ass. “We do have some very important questions to answer first.”
“Like what we’re having for dinner?” she asks wryly.
“More like, whose furniture will we keep? We’ve compared both beds, but I have no idea if I like your couch.”
I lean in and kiss her, my hands still firmly gripping her ass.
Her lips part, and when her tongue glides across mine, my dick swells.
I pull my hips back slightly to give it a little room, but Fiona shifts forward to close the gap.
The friction makes it ache so much I want to rip our clothes off right here, in the middle of the kitchen.
With our lips locked together, I walk backward into the living room. As we stumble our way between rooms, she lifts my shirt off. The contrasting sensations as she runs her palms over my chest and then rakes her nails down my body are overwhelming.
When the back of my knees hit the couch, I slip my hands under her shirt and guide it over her head. Fiona drops her bra at her feet before I spin us around and lay her across the cushions, one leg dangling to the floor.
I trail my lips in a line down her body, starting at her throat.
She arches her back when I graze her boobs.
Eventually, I reach her waist and unbutton her pants.
I lift her with my left hand so I can use my other to slide them over her ass, pulling them off and tossing them behind me.
Then I slowly run my hands up both thighs and use my thumbs to rub her lips while I hook my fingers around her underwear and remove them as well.
I settle onto my knees on the floor, massaging one leg from her ankle to her thigh, following my hands with my mouth.
Since we’ve been together more often over the past few weeks, I’ve been enjoying finding her erogenous zones and discovering everything that gets her off.
I’m exploring a few new areas each time, and I love every moan and shiver.
Finally, my thumbs are caressing the soft skin around her opening. I pause my hands, move my face to within an inch, and breathe deeply onto her clit. She gasps as her stomach quivers. “God, will you please just fuck me already?”
“Oh, so you don’t like this?” I ask and flick my tongue across her.
She moans, and her legs press against me.
Given how wet and relaxed she is, she must be as desperate for release as I am.
I smile before beginning to stroke her with my tongue.
I slide my left hand under her to squeeze her ass while my right hand softly traces circles around her opening.
She’s not asking me to stop what I’m doing and fuck her now, I think.
Her moans grow louder until she’s squirming so much it’s challenging to keep my mouth on her. I release her ass and pin her hips to the cushion. Within another minute, she screams, “Yes! Yes! Oh!” and her hips rock uncontrollably.
When she stills, I slowly sit up, raking my gaze over every inch of her. She opens her eyes with a lopsided grin while I’m wiping her juices off my chin.
I reposition myself with a knee on the couch, straddling her, and I press my mouth to hers. She must be tasting herself on my tongue, but her response is to wrap one hand around my neck, deepening our kiss. After a minute, she strokes me through my pants, and I groan.
Eventually, Fiona pushes my chest until I break off the kiss. “Stand up,” she orders, and I comply.
She sits facing me and pulls my pants down, letting them fall at my feet.
I sigh in relief when she frees my dick, which is now inches from her face.
She reaches up and fondles my balls with one hand while her other squeezes my shaft.
I close my eyes, groaning with pleasure, but Fiona is only getting started.
Her tongue circles my head. The soft wetness teasing the sensitive area contrasts with the sensation of her hands. The confusion of sensory input overwhelms any rational thought. All I know is desire.
When I look down, Fiona is staring at my face. The jade color of her eyes is nearly crowded out by her pupils. Making eye contact with her while my dick is on her lips is too much. I need her now.
I grasp her shoulders and push her back onto the cushions again, this time with her head pressing into the arm of the couch. I quickly grab a condom from my pants pocket and roll it over my throbbing cock.
Once I’m straddling her, Fiona reaches up and grips my ribs with both hands, and I slam into her. I hold myself inside her as deeply as possible while she quivers around me.
“More,” she moans, and I begin thrusting steadily. She’s so wet that I glide easily in and out, her walls rubbing me with a soft, smooth pressure.
“I need you so much,” I tell her, my voice sounding breathy and strained. Her hands release my ribs and try to find purchase on the couch behind her head, but she’s pressed into the corner and there’s almost nothing to use. I move my hands to her chest, grabbing her boobs and pinning her down.
A small cry escapes her when I shift my angle and her eyes close. I continue rhythmically stroking until she eventually says, “I’m getting close, Tre. Harder!”
I need a better position, though, so I pull out. “Get up. Get on your knees,” I order, moving off the couch and standing in front of it.
She moves onto her hands and knees. I grab her shoulder and hip, turning her to face the back of the couch.
As soon as her arms are resting on the frame, I sink into her with a series of short thrusts, going a little further each time.
When I find the right angle, I grab her hips with both hands and use her for leverage to bury my cock into her cunt, deep and hard.
“Oh god, yes!” Fiona screams.
I maintain this rhythm, fully enveloped in her warmth and wetness as she makes small moans.
Eventually, she gasps and rocks her hips wildly.
Her legs almost buckle beneath her, but I pull her ass up and toward me.
Her coming excites me even more than the amazing pressure of her cunt, and tingling builds at the base of my dick.
Now that she’s done, I trade power for speed, ramming myself in and out as fast as my hips will move.
Fiona’s chest and shoulders are shoved into the cushions, and her head is hanging over the back.
The tingle turns into a wave flowing down my legs and up my spine.
The condom fills around me while my hips buck erratically.
We remain in place, panting. Occasionally, I flex my cock inside her, and she shivers. When I’m recovered enough to walk, I go into the kitchen and throw away the condom.
Fiona’s slumped in a seated position when I return, and I collapse beside her. We lean against each other in silence for a while.
“Your couch is pretty good. I can’t wait to see what you think of mine,” I eventually say with a grin.
“I like your method of answering questions.”
“Speaking of questions that need answering, I assume you don’t have a waffle iron. How do you feel about pancakes for dinner?”