Chapter 24 – Lana ~ 1989
A few more weeks have gone by. Things with Blake have become more serious. He still won’t talk to me about his family. It’s a little odd, but I won’t push. It’s his story to keep to himself or to tell.
He’s been crashing with me for a bit. Each time he shows up pissed off and he fucks me to get the frustration out. I can’t complain. Tonight, when he showed up, it was a little different.
I hear a knock, a few hours before Blake usually shows up. I open the door and Blake walks in with a duffel bag. He doesn’t usually have one. He nudges past me.
He throws the duffel bag on the floor next to the couch. I shut the door. I walk over to him. He turns around and grabs my waist. He smashes his lips on mine. A little more aggressive than normal. I close my eyes and throw my arms around his neck.
He grips my waist a little too hard. I kind of enjoy the mix of pain and pleasure, so I don’t say too much about it. I open my eyes as he picks me up. He places me down on the counter.
Just like at Kari’s party he starts to rip my clothes off. I don’t complain. Whatever he rips, I’ll replace. Once I’m completely naked and my ripped clothes are on the floor, he pulls me even closer. He pulls my hair, tilting my head back, he kisses my neck.
The sensation has me breathless. I close my eyes. He puts his hand on my pussy and starts rubbing me. I moan. He licks up and down my neck. After he rubs my clit for a little bit, he inserts a finger.
I moan out. He puts a hand over my mouth. He pumps his finger in and out of me and flicks my clit with his thumb. I spread my legs further. He pulls back completely. I gasp from the loss of him. I tilt my head back up.
I look at him. He undresses. I watch. Once his clothes are on the floor, he’s back on top of me. He kisses me intensely. He squeezes my tits. I moan. He bites my lip, pulls back again. He pulls me all the way to the end of the counter and he doesn’t give me a warning.
He is going full force sucking on my clit and licking me. He shoves a finger into my mouth and I suck it off as if it’s his dick. He inserts two of his fingers inside of me. He allows me a little amount of time before he’s fully pumping in and out.
It doesn’t take me long before I come in his mouth. Once my orgasm passes, I barely have time to recoup before he’s picking me up. I’m over his shoulder and he’s carrying me into the bathroom.
He turns it on without a word. He puts me down, I’m a little wobbly on my legs but otherwise I’m good. He walks around me. He grabs a towel and places it on the toilet. On his way back to the shower he smacks my ass. He’s never done that before.
I watch as he walks away. He holds his hand out under the shower head to feel the water temp. Once he thinks it’s hot enough he brings me into the shower.
He puts his hands on my cheeks and kisses me again. He pushes me up against the shower wall. He lets go of my cheek to pull my leg up against his hip. He presses into me.
His erection is apparent. I moan. He stands back, rubs his erection and inserts it inside of me. I gasp from the sudden sensation. He pushes himself up to the hilt. He kisses me again and waits for my body to relax before he starts pumping.
He pulls back and leans his forehead against mine. He keeps pumping in and out at a slow pace. I make eye contact with him. His brown-green eyes meeting my emerald green ones. I feel something between us.
Something more than what we have currently. I don’t know how to place it. Love? I don’t know. I’m not sure what love is. I’ve never really experienced it before. I think he feels it too. He closes his eyes and continues pumping at his steady pace.
I close mine as well, and start touching myself. I start panting. He picks up his pace. I open my eyes, and he’s watching me pleasure myself. He captures my lips with his and I close my eyes again. I rub my clit faster to keep up with his punishing pace.
I feel my orgasm slowly build up. My legs tighten and he grunts. We both come undone at the seams. He pulls out and sits on the shower floor, taking me with him. He holds me for a minute. I don’t question it.
We sit there for quite some time. He then kisses my forehead. I smile at him. This is probably the longest we’ve went without talking to each other. I’m sure silence is what he needs at this moment.
He smiles back. Then he grabs the shampoo from the side and starts shampooing my hair. His hands scratch my head and I close my eyes. The sensation is amazing. He adjusts me, so that I’m in the shower stream.
I lean my head back and he rubs to get all the shampoo out. He helps condition my hair too. Then he soaps up my body. Gently rubbing his soaped up hands all over my body. I watch him admire me. I think this is where everything changed.
We changed. We no longer wanted this to be an arrangement we wanted something more. Something more vulnerable. I kissed him. He kissed me back. This kiss wasn’t hungry. This kiss was something else.