At this, the man burst out laughing, so loud she could practically see his damn tonsils.
“That’s not exactly the response I thought I’d get!” she said, mortified. She’d taken a chance and was shot down like a prisoner on the run.
“No, you’re not understanding me.” He shook his head, grinning all the way. “I didn’t even say anything, actually… That was just my natural reaction because in no way, shape, or form did I think I was going to get remotely close to lucky tonight. Trust me, I’m not blowing you off. I like what I’m hearing. I mean, look at you.” His eyes glazed over with lust as he looked her up and down. “Who in their right mind wouldn’t want to go home with you?”
“Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m a lady.” She chuckled nervously as her pussy throbbed from his admission. “But I have no idea what’s going on with my life.” She took the final swig of her drink and slapped it down onto a nearby table. “One thing I know for certain is that I want a fresh start, to begin again. I’ve played by the rules for most of my life and right now, well, I want out of the ‘do this, do that’ mantra. I followed the guidelines of life, and it didn’t work for me. So now, I want to try something new… you.”
“So,” he said, sliding his arms around her waist and bringing her close. She loved the scent of him, the sound of his naturally raspy voice, and the mischievous look in his eyes. “You’re inviting me over to your place for a little tryst?”
“Yes… yes, I am. Are you game?” She grinned.
“I’m game all right. I think we better get going so I can take you up on this spectacular offer that I simply can’t refuse.” He was smiling wide, showing all of his gorgeous white teeth.
“I hope you work me as well as you worked those controls on that Street Fighter II game.”
“Oh, baby, no worries.” He laughed as he stood so close behind her, she could feel his groin pressed into her ass. “That was just round one. Playtime is over. It’s time for the real games to begin…”
It was almost one in the morning and the smell of jasmine and vanilla candles filled the newly remodeled apartment with a sweet aroma he rather enjoyed. “Right Down Memory Lane” from Minnie Riperton played from an old, scratchy radio that sat on the floor. Addison’s low-rent place wasn’t spacious, but it was nice, clean, and full of the things that more than likely made her feel at ease. As she freshened up, Aiden lounged there under the toasty caramel sheets of her bed, wearing nothing but his light blue boxers. He’d placed his wallet on her nightstand and checked a time or two, ensuring he’d brought condoms.
A persistent, light, thumping noise could be heard out the window. Rain. Rising from the bed, he went to open the blinds and pull the dark curtains apart just so. He loved rain. The smell of it, the feel of it against his skin. Rain was like an elixir to his soul… It washed everything away, all the bad muck and gunk of the world. He could be soaked in it and never get enough. He and Perry used to run barefoot in the puddles as little kids, stomping and screaming their cares away.
The bathroom door opened and he hitched a glance over his shoulder.
There she stood, her short, curly dark hair wet, as if she’d been caught in a storm, too. He surmised that, in some ways, she had. A deep red towel was wrapped around her glistening body, as she moved with careful steps, like one would around broken glass. She tiptoed towards the bed, then slid under the sheets, sandwiching herself between them, looking coy and demure.
“It’s not the best view,” she said with a half-smile.
He walked over to her. “It’s all right. A parking lot… but at least you can see some trees.”
She pulled the sheets farther up her body, thrust her arms beneath the covers, then discarded the towel, letting it slip to the floor. Hooking their gazes, he reached for the cottony material around her and slowly, so very slowly, pulled it down and revealed her full breasts. He dropped his eyes to them, swallowed as he took her all in. The almost black areolas and the small nipples, standing to attention, called him by name.
Her moans soon echoed in the room as he climbed over her, wedging himself between her warm thighs. Her body heat felt like the creature comforts he’d never known. Engulfing one nipple into his mouth, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into the moment, loving the softness of her skin. Sliding his arms around her waist, her drew her impossibly closer as they grinded their bodies together, his oral embrace of her beautiful breasts growing in intensity as he craved her more and more with each passing moment.
“I love your breasts. Damn… they’re perfect,” he whispered between licks and dedicated sucks of her tender flesh. Her fingers roved in his hair, then along his neck. Releasing her, he travelled south, away from the luscious mounds, until he found himself in her sweet, sunken valley of love. Pressing his thumbs between her thighs, he spread her legs apart, then slid his tongue slowly up and down her dripping crease. She was completely clean shaven, allowing him to not be tripped up by curls as he hastened his pace, drawing her beautiful clit into his mouth and giving it the attention it so deserved.
“Oh God…” she groaned as she bucked against his mouth, her wetness turning him on in ways she couldn’t possibly understand.
“You like how I eat your pussy, baby?” He moaned into her love.
“Yeah… so good…” She gritted her teeth when he slid a finger in her dripping wet hole, but kept his tongue caresses on her clit at a fevered pitch. Studying her response, he kept on task. She was so close…
She’s about to explode…
He finger-fucked her soft and slow, then hard and fast. The gushy, delicious sounds of her pussy made his already rock-hard erection throb. Her yells and screams of ecstasy vibrated through his body as he clamped her hips to press her into his face, bringing her so close to his working mouth, he could barely breath. Face wet, chin dripping, he kept on, overdosing on her delicious scent and the sounds she made. Her body was a damn paradise and he couldn’t wait to slip inside it. When she’d settled, he got up on his knees, trying to wipe the smirk off of his face, but it was damn near impossible. Rubbing the wetness off his chin, he sucked on his fingers, relishing the last taste of her. She looked at him in an almost helpless sort of way, a watery smile on her face and her eyes so hooded, she looked practically asleep.