chapter 17
Z
Maybe she’s the type that needs to hear me talk so she can come. So I whispered in her ear, “Come for me babe…I want to see you come so bad.” And she did. She moaned with pleasure as I continued to massage her * and I felt her shudder as she came harder. I watched her gorgeous face as she finished her orgasm. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
I kissed her rough and passionately. Her tears were still streaming and I wanted to kiss them all away. She seemed to be very emotional in bed and I wasn’t used to that. I couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to be inside her so badly.
I reached for a condom out of my nightstand and sat up on her. I rolled the condom on as her eyes opened and watched me. She licked her lips and I could see in her tear stained eyes that she was so full of lust; it made me even more excited.
I slowly entered her. Holy f*ck, she was so tight. I remembered she probably likes to be spoken to so I whispered in her ear, “You are so beautiful and so tight.” She moaned as I watched her tongue glide over her bottom lip. Good, I thought, she does like that. She started grinding into me as I began my rhythm. I started thrusting faster into her and she moaned again, “Please…” So I started telling her how gorgeous she is, how hard I am for her, how tight she is. “Please…” she moaned breathlessly yet again.
I was so close to coming, but I wanted her to come first. I knew it would make me come so much harder. I started to try to think of other things so I wouldn’t come as I continued to thrust into her harder. “Oh God Please…” she moaned as if she were in agony. “Am I hurting you?” I asked into ear in a whisper. “Oh…God no...oh…no…please.” I couldn’t for the f*cking life of me figure out why she wasn’t coming. I lifted her leg up, thinking that maybe she needed a different angle. F*ck that felt so good. I wasn’t going to last much longer at this angle. I looked down at her and remembered she likes to be talked to. “Yeah baby. That feels so good. Come with me.” And just then she came so hard. She shuddered again and I felt her clamp down on my cock as if milking me for everything I had. That was it for me and I came so hard, thrusting as far in her as I could. She screamed out, “Ahhhh, yes…..yes….!”
I collapsed on top of her, kissing her neck and her ear. “That was amazing,” I whispered breathlessly. She still had her eyes closed and nodded. I noticed she still had tears coming. “Did I hurt you?” I had no idea what to think at that point.
“No.” She shook her head. “It was so good…I loved being with you.”
“Then what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I was totally confused. F*ck. Mel was right. I should have waited with her. Crap. Now she thinks she really is a rebound.
“I...umm,” she sniffled, “did I displease you?” Her brows were pulled in looking confused and concerned.
What? Why the f*ck would she ask that? “No…why...how would you have not pleased me? Why are you asking that?”
She replied, “Because you waited so long to tell me to come.” What? And then it hit me….Holy F*ck. Are you kidding me? That sick f*cker messed her up in her head so much that she had to be told to come? I mean, I enjoy the hell out of telling a woman to come, but not as a command. I was trying to contain my shock.
“Izzy, I was waiting for you to come.” I got back on top of her and looked into her eyes and kissed her hard. “Don’t ever wait for me to tell you to come. You come whenever you want.” She nodded, but still seemed to struggle with that concept so I continued, “I loved watching you come. It turned me on even more when you came.” She looked totally confused, but I wasn’t sure what else to say. I lay down next to her and put my arm around her.
She turned into me so we could face each other. She looked so sad.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
“Yes. I’m…I’m so sorry. I thought you needed to tell me….it…doesn’t matter. I’m so sorry.”
I was relieved that we sorted that issue out. “You don’t need to be sorry.” I kissed her tears and held her in my arms. I think I was still shocked and I didn’t know what else to say. If I said anything I’d probably go off about her sick ex and she didn’t need that right now. So I just held her.
After a while, I went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and clean up. I came back and Izzy was putting her wet clothes back on. “What are you doing?” I asked her while giving a small chuckle. Why would you put on wet clothes?
“Umm, I...I figured we were done and we’d probably go to lunch.” She said shyly. What the hell is going on in that head of hers? I felt like I needed to lay it down for her.
“Izzy. Take off your wet clothes. Get back in bed and I’ll throw your wet stuff in the dryer. When they’re dry, we’ll head out to eat. Got it?” I said with a smirk. We’re going to talk some shit out, I decided. I grabbed her clothes, after she slowly got back in bed, still looking unsure, and I ran downstairs and threw them in the dryer.
I returned to my room and got right back into bed pulling her to my chest. I thought she might tell me things easier if she wasn’t looking at me or gauging my expression. I was glad she snuggled in. She fit perfectly with me. It just felt right.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I asked. She shrugged. Maybe I should get her an Amberbock. “Let me guess. You think you’re a rebound and thought if we just left, we wouldn’t talk about it again. Am I getting warm?” She shrugged again, but I could feel her smile into my chest. I kissed her forehead and hugged her. “You are not a rebound.” Nothing. No reaction. “Are you not answering me because you don’t believe me? Or because you don’t want it to be more than a rebound?”
She whispered, “The first one.” I nodded and hugged her tighter.
“Well, I’ll just have to prove it to you then.” I bent my head down and kissed her passionately. God, I love kissing her. Her lips were so soft. I hugged her tight and we broke our kiss. She returned her head to my chest. I started playing with her hands, pressing our hands together and entwining our fingers together.
She took a deep breath. “I was a virgin when I first met HIM.” She let that hang in the air for a little while.
I realized she was around 22 then. How was that possible being that she’s so freaking gorgeous? “I thought Mel said you dated a lot in college.” I was trying to figure out how any college guy didn’t take her virginity and why she let her ex do it.
“I pushed them away when they started getting too close. I…didn’t want to be like my Mom.” I nodded thinking about her and her ex and then realized that I’m the only other guy she’s slept with.
She snuggled in close seeming to be relieved about telling me her secret. I hugged her tight and kissed her head. I began to rub her back and she sighed deep and looked up at me.
I began to kiss her deeply again. She moaned into my mouth as I placed my hand on her cheek. We began to kiss harder and our hands ran slowly over each other’s body. I cupped her breast squeezing her hard nipple and she moaned into my mouth. She ran her hand along my body down to my hard cock. I couldn’t wait to get back inside her as she gripped my shaft tightly. I kissed her neck and moved on top of her. I reached down and felt how wet she was for me already. I grabbed another condom and sat up, rolling it down my shaft.
I lowered myself on top of her and kissed her deeply as she spread her legs to let me enter. We both moaned into each other’s mouth at the intense feeling we were sharing. She began to grind her hips into me as I thrust myself slow and hard into her.
The feeling was so intense. It wasn’t just sex, we were definitely making love. I continued to thrust slow and hard as I listened to her deep breaths and whimpers. She began to moan longer and I knew she was close. I wasn’t sure if she was over her issue of me having to tell her to come, so I thrust faster into her and whispered, “Come with me baby,” into her ear. She moaned and shuddered hard, hugging my body tightly to her while squeezing my cock into coming with her. I exploded into her, thrusting faster as she pulled me harder with her spasms.
We lay there breathing fast and I kissed her neck. That had to be the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had. It was deeper than I’ve ever had with anyone ever. I couldn’t help but wonder if she felt the same. She hugged me and kissed my neck as we lay there for a while.
I heard the dryer sound off that her clothes were dry at the same time my phone rang. I let it go to voicemail. I wanted to hold her so much longer. She kissed me deeply again. Her eyes were bright as she giggled and said, “That was…pretty intense.” She exhaled a deep breath, smiling.
“Yeah, it was.” I kissed her again and heard her stomach growl. She giggled again. Man, I’ll never tire of her giggling. I tickled her lightly and kissed her cheek. “Someone needs to eat, I guess.” I chuckled. “Come on, let’s get that lunch I promised you.” I went to the bathroom to clean up and Izzy ran downstairs to get her clothes from the dryer.
I was just thinking about how incredible our lovemaking was and hoping it would be like that each time.
Then I heard the front door open and shut. Did she just leave? What the f*ck is going on now? I threw my jeans on and ran downstairs to find F*cking Whore standing in the living room staring at Izzy, who was just finishing putting her top on over her bra. F*cking Whore had her mouth opened, clearly disgusted and sneered, “Well, it sure didn’t take you long at all to find a replacement!”
Are you kidding me? “What the f*ck are you doing here?” I spat at her.
“I left you a voicemail telling you I was coming over to get the rest of my clothes out of the spare bedroom.” She snarled as she eyed Izzy with daggers.
“Why didn’t you knock before coming in here?” I snapped at her.
“Because I still have a key and figured you were in the shower, but I guess you were too busy f*cking one of your bar whores!” She shouted back at me, holding up her key.
“She’s not a whore; you’re the only f*cking whore in here. After all, I did walk in on you bent over with some guy!” I reminded her.
“Well, that’s more than I ever got from you since you worked all the f*cking time!” She spat back.
I looked over at Izzy, sorry that she had to hear this crap. She walked into the kitchen to let us have it out. Shit, I feel bad for Izzy. “Give me back my key, get your shit and get out!” I yelled at F*cking Whore. She threw her keys at me and stomped past me up the stairs. I heard her huffing while she grabbed her clothes.
I walked into the kitchen with an apologetic look. “Sorry about that. That’s the last thing you should have to hear after what we just shared.”
She shrugged, “It’s alright. I understand.” She swallowed and looked away as she leaned on the kitchen counter, then giggled. “Is there ever going to be a time when we won’t have someone walking in on us?”
I chuckled at that. “Damn, I hope so!” I was glad she could make a joke at a time like this.
F*cking Whore came down the stairs with an arm full of clothes. I ran and opened the door for her as she stormed past me. “Figures you’d have a rebound that quick; what else did I expect?”
“She’s not a rebound, she’s my girlfriend and you have no right to even talk to me about finding someone else. Don’t call me again and don’t come here again.” I yelled as I slammed the door in her face.
I walked back to the kitchen where Izzy had grabbed her shoes and was putting them on. She looked up and joked, “Well, that was fun!” with a smirk. She stood up and I hugged her.
“Ready to get something to eat?” I decided there was nothing else to say about what just occurred with F*cking Whore. She gave me a sly grin, batting her eyelashes. “I’ll only leave with you, if we take the bike!”
I smiled, “Deal.”
We left the house after I put my shirt and shoes on. I checked my phone and saw several texts from F*cking Whore before she came over. F*cking Whore was still in her car in my driveway talking on the phone to someone.
Izzy and I hopped on my bike and headed out. I saw F*cking Whore’s face as Izzy wrapped her arms around me and put her head down facing the other direction. F*cking Whore looked pissed and disgusted. I was glad we were done. Why I stayed with her so long, I couldn’t figure out, other than just wanting to be with someone.
We could have actually walked to the diner, but since Izzy loves the bike, I couldn’t say no. It was an added bonus that F*cking Whore was still there to see us get on the bike she hated so much.
We pulled into the parking lot and went in taking a window seat. We opened up our menus and my phone rang. I looked down. I clicked it off when I saw who it was. “Her again?” Izzy asked, smirking.
“Yep.”
“What’s good here?” She asked changing the subject.