Chapter 7 #4
I do a double-take. Does that mean what I think it means?
Studying her expression, I see the slight tease, the defiance and yes, there’s a hint of jealous woman staking a claim and motivating her.
I would bet the next game on it. My smile is slow and sizzling and answered by hers. I raise an arm and wave toward Louie.
“I’ll take the check, Louie. We’re leaving now.”
“No desert?” he says looking from me to Ronnie and back again.
“I didn’t say that…” I answer him, but I’m looking at her for her reaction. Nothing but that sizzling stare.
We don’t talk about what we’re doing or where we’re going as I drive to Garino’s house to pick up Jimmy.
It’s late and shortly after we bundle Jimmy into the back seat, falls asleep.
It’s a short ride to my place. I don’t ask her permission to take her here and she doesn’t object.
We pull in the garage and lift I Jimmy from the back seat ad carry him into the house to my guest room where he can sleep.
We close the door to the room and find ourselves standing close in the silent dark hallway. “I should have had you bring us straight home,” Ronnie says, a flash of doubt crosses her face, but she doesn’t hold much conviction behind the words.
“Why didn’t we?” I say. Caution tempers my passion. She’d said no sex tonight and in spite of all the signals she’s given me since the Crystal encounter, I need to consider that directive.
We stand right outside the door to my master bedroom.
My voice vibrates with the tension of wanting her.
My hands touch her like it’s the natural thing, stroking her cheek, reaching around her head to take hold of her lush wavy hair.
I take a deep long breath of her scent, letting it run through me like a wild fire, igniting the sparks in me.
My cock goes from interested to bolt upright and ready to cut diamonds.
Her mouth twitches. She opens it, but doesn’t speak. Instead she tunrs her chin up and meets my lips with hers, tasting me and moaning with pleasure. Her kiss is sensual and complete, soft and thorough and mind curling.
There’s no more talk, no questions, not a speck of awkward what-do-we-do-now hesitation. I back her into my bedroom and close the door behind us.
She’s first to strip down to naked, but only because I’m mesmerized, possibly turned to stone by the sight of her taking off her clothes.
“What’s the matter Mr. Player? Don’t act like you’ve never seen a woman strip for you before.”
I don’t speak because there’s too much saliva in my mouth and I don’t want to actually fucking drool. I can’t wait to get my mouth onto those rosy nipples and my hands on those heavy round breasts. My dick squirms for release from my pants and my balls tingle with need.
She twirls around and I could swear she’s more sexy than anything I’ve ever seen. Her ass is plump and curvy and her waist small like Barbie dolls were modeled after her. “God dam,” I whisper.
She spins back around and sets a smoldering stare on me. My dick jumps and my hands go to my zipper to get the hell out of my pants.
“Anyone ever tell you you’re the sexiest woman alive?”
She smiles like a saucy cat, showing me the flip side of the overly cautious and skittish woman.
“No, but I’ve seen the looks. I want you to be so excited that you can’t stand it.”
“You’re succeeding in spades, sweetheart.”
She comes to me and unbuttons my shirt as I step from my pants. My dick pops forward introducing itself to her belly, the warmth of her skin hitting me, making me growl.
“My God, Sean,” she says, reaching down to hold my cock, her fingers surrounding it, caressing it. A tiny tremor shakes her hand, telling me she’s excited louder than if she fucking shouted it. I shudder.
Then I rip my shirt the fuck off and put my arms around her, running them down her smooth back, to her perfect world-class ass, warm and silky and so squeezable I could cry with joy.
I pull her to me until her breasts crush against my chest. I don’t know if the low moan is hers or mine or both of us.
The sensations mingle and mirror each other, our desire to be joined one and the same.
“This is scary,” she says. “I’ve never been so hot to have a man inside me.” Her vivid blue eyes, intense and needy and close, grab hold of me.
I’m about to throw her on the bed, but I still.
“You okay with this sweetheart?” I have to ask, not because I’m a glutton, though my engorged cock may never forgive me if her answer goes wrong, but because I realize she probably hasn’t been with another man besides her low-life husband and that was six fucking years ago.
“I will be,” she says. “As soon as you impale yourself in me.”
My answer is a low growl as I lift her in a quick sweep onto the bed and position myself over her, kneeling between her legs. She reaches up to me to pull me down.
“Come here, Sean. Keep me warm. Make me hot. Make me forget everything I ever knew about fucking a man and replace it with something hotter, something better.” She’s whispering, but the desperation in her voice is loud and clear and the enormity of what she’s offering me, allowing me, overcomes me.
It’s almost like taking a virgin—not that I ever have because I haven’t.
That’s against my rules of fair play. But this, what she’s asking me, the way she’s saying it, bears the same responsibility, like I’m re-writing her past, lessening the darkness of it, relieving the poison like a bad-sex antidote.
Leaning forward, holding my body off her in a high plank, I bend my head to kiss her lips, a gentle touch more of affection than passion. She kisses me back, taking my face in her hands, sucking in my tongue and exploring me like she never wants to let me go.
My cock goes wild, demanding more, so in a sadistic move, I end the kiss.
“If you want me to last more than a minute we’ll need to slow that down, honey.” She still holds my face, stares into my eyes with such adoration I don’t think she even knows how much emotion she’s showing, that she’s been bottling up inside.
I kiss each of her hands as I move them, kneeling back up, positioned between her legs.
“It’s time for that desert I’ve been dying for as if I’m a starving man,” I say.
Her eyes flare and her lashes flutter as I stroke one finger from her naval down to her mound and between the folds to tease her.
Finding her wet as if she’s slathered gel all over her sex, I let out a breath and steel my cock against the rising need.
“God dam you are wet, honey, and I plan to lick you dry.” To prove my point, I back up, lowering myself to let my tongue drag along the hot skin of her perfect belly and down the same path I took my finger.
Her hips jump from the bed to press into me as I hit her creamy swollen clit and suck in.
“Oh my God. Sean…” She clutches my hair, her hands trembling, her thighs tightening and I flick my tongue, knowing she’s close, excited as fuck at how easy she is to excite, at how much she’s let go for me.
Plunging a finger inside her as I circle her clit with my tongue and flick it mercilessly, I feel the tell-tale vibration in her thighs, the panting breaths and the moan rising from her.
Her hips buck up as her thighs clamp around me and she releases a muffled sob. Her orgasm pulses against my mouth and her delicious creamy juices bathe my tongue. I don’t let go of her until she calms and quiets, but I’m dying to see her face.
When I finally look up at her and move up her body, worshipping the curve of her belly, the flare of her hips, the indent between her ribs and the swell of her breasts with my tongue.
My eyes are locked on hers. Her fist is still in her mouth to hold in the sexy noise until I take her left nipple into my mouth and she whimpers in a high pitch, clutching her hands in my hair to drag me from her breast to her mouth.
“I want you inside me so much,” she says before I capture her words, savor them as I kiss her, rolling her lips with my tongue, exploring every part of her mouth.
My cock is ready to explode, but it’s still hard to tear myself away from the intimacy of the kiss, the heady mingling of our tongues, our teeth clashing, the joining like we need to be connected physically the way we are in our hearts.
Or at least that’s how I feel. For this moment, the wall around her heart is gone and I need to get as much of the unguarded her as I can.
She pulls away from the kiss first. No big surprise. Even if my balls are about to turn blue if I don’t get inside her, my need for this special intimacy is so strong I should be afraid.
“Sean…” she reaches down and thumbs the tip of my cock, her eyes greedy.
Then she pulls the tip near her entrance, lifting her hips and I jerk away, heaving myself off her, automatic self-preservation instincts kicking in, warning me even while I’m incapable of thinking, of the danger of what she’s doing.
“Woah there,” I say my voice low and gravelly, every muscle in me straining as I pull back from her.
“Condom. Let me get a condom.” I watch her face register the situation as I reach in the nightstand drawer for a foil pack.
Her flushed face pales and her mouth opens in a wordless oh as I remove the slick rubber from the foil and hand it to her.
“Sean…” It’s all she says, but it’s all I want to hear. My name on her lips while she’s so aroused with passion that she’s forgotten all about taking precautions.
“Don’t worry sweetheart. We got this.” I kneel close between her legs and she sits half up to roll the condom down my shaft.
She’s slow and I’m not sure if it’s on purpose or if it’s the shake in her hands slowing her, but I don’t care because it’s the most exquisitely erotic sheathing I’ve ever experienced, watching her expression of adoration, her hands handling me with reverence.
“You’re so fucking big.” She meets my eyes when she’s finished, taking me by the shoulders and pulling me down over her as she lies back on the pillows. “It’s been a long time for me.” She smiles. It’s her devilish smile. No shyness or apology in her voice.
“I’ll be gentle,” I say.
“Don’t you dare,” she answers, reaching between us to take my cock in her hand and position it deep in her folds.
She moves it up and down along her pussy, pumping her hips a little.
I watch her face, her eyes, as they gloss over and her pupils go large and the bright blue rims them.
Her hands and movements are torture, the kind of torture invented in heaven.
“I need you inside me,” she says again.
“Anything you say, sweetheart.” My voice is choked with the effort to take it easy, to hold back as I ease into her slowly. Her pussy is wet and swollen. As I move inside her my cock gets swallowed in the most erotic hot tight glove I’ve ever felt.
“Oh baby, you feel so good.” I’ve never meant the words more.
“Sean…” Her voice is strangled as she clutches my shoulders and back hard and desperate as if she’s afraid I’m going to leave.
Gliding inside her as far as I can go, to the hilt, I feel my tip up against her and shudder. I tighten my muscles as my balls go dizzy and my jaw clenches with the effort for control.
“Take me, Sean.”
“I need to last,” I grit the words out. “Longer than a minute.” How do I tell her she’s the most exciting woman I’ve ever been with so she’ll believe me? I haven’t felt so on edge, so out of control since I was fifteen fucking years old.
I pull back slow and easy and she moves her hips to speed up the motion.
“This feels so good, Sean. The way you fill me…” her voice is a hoarse whisper, her face a study in erotic wonder, her eyes on mine.
Pumping back into her faster this time, I concentrate on that face, on this woman and let my instincts take over, let my mind go so I only feel and hear and see, my senses heightened, my universe confined to the space where our bodies join from head to toe and especially where I’m inside her.
In and out and around, my hips work as I watch the pleasure on her face rise, as the intensity in me builds.
My balls tighten as I slam into her now, hard and fast.
Then she tightens her legs around my hips, her face contorts and she’s about to let out a mindless scream. I clamp my mouth to hers to swallow the noise and ride out her shuddering orgasm, pushing into her relentlessly, the release building in me until I feel like Hoover dam exploding inside her.
Everything goes black for an instant like a painless concussion and when I open my eyes I’m rocking inside her, my cock unloading a stream hard and long and the pleasure spasming through me in waves.
She holds me, not letting me go as our heavy breathing slows.
“Sweetheart, I need to get rid of the condom,” I say, though my dick is still fairly solid, I don’t want to take any chances.
She lets go of me and I leave her arms. The cold air of the room instantly surrounds me, making me shudder.
The sudden loss of her warmth fills me with regret and I give her a shaky smile as I head to the bathroom to take care of business.
Without a wasted second, I return to her, almost excited to spend the night holding her in my arms, wondering how it’ll feel and anticipating that this is going to be the best fucking night of my life, sleep or no sleep.