“You are officially crowned the royal pussy eater.” She chortled, her voice lazy and relaxed. “Nice tattoos, too.” On his right shoulder was an elaborate python that winded all the way towards his elbow and on his left pec, a royal crest with a skull wearing a king’s crown. He cracked up at her announcement as he worked his way out of his boxers and tossed them onto the floor. “And you are also officially the owner of a prize dick. Nice!” She grinned as he ran his hand along it, teasing her so.
“If you didn’t like what you saw, what would you have said?” He snickered as he scooted closer, reached across her body and grabbed a condom from the nightstand.
“Nothing at all… I still would’ve wanted to fuck you.”
He winked at her, tore the condom wrapper open, and proceeded to slide it down his shaft.
“Turn over on your stomach.” She did as he asked, her ass slightly hiked up, just as he liked it. Pulling her up a little, he studied her curves, dips and dives. “You are so fucking amazing… I mean, I know you are aware of this already because you take real good care of yourself, but shit, Addison… you have an absolutely amazing body.”
“Thank you. Some of it is just genetics though. Trust me, I like a good apple pie every now and again and will destroy a bowl of Oreo cookies ice-cream in no time flat.” He laughed then slapped her on her ass, causing her to burst out in a fit of giggles. “FUCK!”
He entered her forcefully, then paused when half way inside. She pounded the mattress with her fist and though he couldn’t see her face, her pussy told the rest of the story… The little honey pot creamed right before his eyes as he gave slow but steady thrusts. Pressed against her back, he caressed her arms then wrapped his hands around her breasts. Kissing her shoulders and upper back, he kept pumping within her, not giving her all that he had to offer just yet. Her pussy was so fucking warm, just like the apple pie she claimed to love. Her beauty poured from the inside out, but he wasn’t sure how to say it, or even if he should. With each thrust, he fell deeper under her hedonistic spell. She had curves, a striking beauty mark here and there, a freckle or two, perhaps a birth mark as well. Her unique markings along her body made her beautifully flawed, regardless of the perfect lines of her muscles that danced beneath her taut, deep copper flesh.
“Aiden…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Clasping her impossibly tighter, he drew her needy body to his, plunging within her. His thoughts churned, his mind a whirlwind. He loved her vulnerability and strength, her authenticity. He loved her feminine ways, her high standards, but also her ability to simply say, ‘Fuck it. I am going to try something else and see where it takes me.’ He craved that so desperately—someone who could be open minded like himself. Someone with dignity and desire.
“Shit!” she cried out as he increased his pace, almost fully engulfed in her slick pussy.
“So wet… you don’t know how you’re making me feel!” he yelled, rocking against her, holding back his yearning to fill her with his pent-up desires.
“You fuck so good!” She balled the sheets tight in her fist as if her life depended on it.
He stared at that hand of hers, the way the skin stretched over her knuckles as he went in deep—as deep as he could—thrusting and rocking the headboard into the wall with each lunge. Suddenly she turned and cast him a glance over her shoulder. Eyes moist, holding back, she burst free as their gazes locked. He reached for her chin, forcing her to stay that way… to look him in the damn eye as he came. She shuddered against him until he tumbled down, taking her with him. His pelvis pumped hard and fast against her ass as he chased the last of his climax.
Their moans and cries overlapped, clamoring and climbing over octaves, while their bodies shivered in the candlelight. A few jerky, involuntary hip thrusts, and he rested, breathing harshly against her back, his eyes closed, mouth open and chest pounding. Gathering his last bit of strength, he reached for her to turn her over onto her back. Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed her so deeply, his heart raced. He raked his fingers in the curls that framed her face and leaned into her collar bones, tracing them with his lips.
“Let’s do it again.”
She smiled at his request, but the woman was winded, breathless.
“Yesss… I can—”
He squelched her words with another kiss, then reached for a fresh condom…
CHAPTER SEVEN
A Valentine’s Day to Remember
There was no snow that afternoon. In fact, it was unseasonably warm for February. Addison felt as if she’d dreamt the entire thing up, but when she’d seen his gorgeous body lying next to her earlier that morning, fast asleep, she’d realized it hadn’t been a dream after all. She’d fucked her vocational counselor and she’d liked it… no, she’d loved it, and there was no turning back.
That morning he’d taken a shower and got ready. After planting a kiss on her lips, he headed out, saying he was going to swing by his house to get changed and head into work. He’d promised to call her later in the day.
Now here she was, jogging along the path near her apartment complex, trying to make sense of what she’d done. It wasn’t in character, but she knew there was no point in lamenting about it. She had no regrets. The man was a good conversationalist, smart, gorgeous as hell, and there was no sense in denying the obvious—a beast in the bed. Just then, her cellphone buzzed. She paused, still jogging in place, and snatched the phone from her windbreaker.
“Hi.” She couldn’t help but smile.
“Hey,” came the raspy, deep, sexy voice. “I was in a bit of a hurry this morning trying to make sure I wasn’t late to work, but I wanna tell you that I had a really good time last night.”
“So did I, Aiden.”
“Good… Look, two things. First of all, the second interview is scheduled. You’re going in next week on Tuesday at 10:00 a.m.”
“Yeah!” She jumped about, excited. “Awesome!”
“Secondly, I wanted to know if you’d like to meet up for lunch today?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“How does Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse sound?” Her face warmed as she grinned hard.
Fancy…
“Yeah, that sounds great, Aiden. What time do you want to meet up?”
“Let’s see.” She heard what sounded like shuffling papers. “I can probably get outta here around 11:45 and it will take me 20 minutes to get there, so we’re lookin’ at around 12:05, 12:10 tops.”
“Okay, I can meet you there at 12 and get us a table. You know what? I should probably call in and make a reservation.”
“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. All right, beautiful, see you at noonish.”
When he disconnected the call, she looked at her phone for a moment, then tossed it back into her pocket. She continued her jog, her mind flooded with memories of their lovemaking, and what he’d whispered to her before he’d left to go to work.
“I love the time we’ve spent together. Let’s make it a habit…” And then he’d winked and walked out the door…