Authors: Multiple
“But
I want it in my mouth,” Annie begged, licking her lips and looking up at him. He
brought it close to her mouth, rubbing the tip gently over her lips, still
squeezing it hard. She could feel a hot spurt of pre-cum as she let it go with
a quiver. Opening her mouth, she made her tongue flat, so he could press it
there.
“You
want it?” He teased her tongue with it, rubbing her lips, smacking her cheeks a
little, making her moan. Annie nodded, unable to speak, filled simply with lust
for the feel of him again in her mouth. “Then take it, baby.” He offered it to
her, easing it past her lips, letting the swollen length graze the roof of her
mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. He moaned as he pulled the length
back out and Annie sucked eagerly on the tip. She swallowed it gladly, hungry
for him, as he slid back into her mouth.
He
slipped his hand behind her head and eased himself in and out of her warm, wet
mouth. She let him do it, at his own pace, watching the pleasure on his face.
She felt the throbbing response against her tongue and roof of her mouth that
remained simply open to receive him.
His
pace slowed as his breath began to quicken and she sucked a little harder,
moving her own head now, working his cock with her lips and tongue. He gasped,
shuddering, and quickly withdrew, again grabbing and squeezing hard.
“That
was close,” he murmured after a tight-lipped moment, leaving a little more
pre-cum on Annie’s breasts. “I want to be inside of you, Annie. Don’t make me
come yet.” He reached behind him to find her heat, cupping her whole wet mound
in his hand. She lifted her hips, moaning.
“I
want you inside me, too.” Annie’s eyes closed and she delighted in the feel of
his fingers playing through her flesh. He moved down her body, his hand never
leaving her pussy, to spread her thighs open with his knees. She sighed, loving
the feel of the tip of him against her clit when he found it. She pulled her
knees up and back, exposing herself entirely to him. He gasped at the sight,
making his cock even slicker with her juices as he eased the head between her
folds of flesh.
“Don’t
tease me,” she begged. “I want you, Eric. Please.” Annie shivered and bit his
shoulder to keep from crying out when Eric slid his cock between her swollen
pussy lips, driving himself deep inside of her flesh. She heard him grunt, but
that was the only sound he made as he fucked her.
He
felt huge as his flesh pummeled her, his hips smacking into hers. Wrapping her
legs around his waist, she clutched him. The incredible lust that drove them
both felt like an itch that just wouldn’t be scratched. Her pussy was a sweet,
wet tunnel of heat, engulfing and squeezing his aching cock.
Wanting
more, Annie slipped her fingers between her swollen lips and found her
throbbing clit. Her body responded with great enthusiasm, and she knew it
wouldn’t take much stimulation to bring her to completion. She gasped as she
rubbed her clit in little circles while Eric pounded her so hard the little cot
moved, bit by bit, across the slippery linoleum.
She
felt her climax coming and bit her lip. Shuddering waves crashed over her again
and again. Her pussy quivered around him, the little fluttering spasms
threatening to take him over the edge, but not quite following through on their
delicious promise. Eric groaned, grabbing her hips and pressing in, using the
deep recesses of her pussy to massage the head of his cock, the sensitive tip
exploring her deepest, softest parts.
“Annie,”
he whispered, and it was his warning again. He pulled out quickly, still
throbbing and achingly hard.
“I
don’t want it to end,” he whispered, looking down at his cock resting between
her wet lips.
Annie
looked up at him, her eyes glazed. She saw his cock, like a steadfast soldier
reporting for duty, and she grasped it. He hissed through his teeth, shaking
his head, but the more she tugged, the more he gave in. She loved teasing him,
making him give, inch by inch, into the endless aching agony of pleasure that
was steering them onward.
“But
I want you,” she insisted, sliding him back inside. He couldn’t seem to help
himself—his tongue and lips went immediately to her nipples, sucking and
licking, back and forth between them.
Annie’s
breath came quicker as she worked her hips under him. Eric was thrusting into
her, helpless to stop, and she felt another building. She moved faster against
him, twisting and rolling underneath his body as she felt the sensation
swelling between her thighs. Her climax caught up with her and she shuddered,
digging her nails into his back and biting his shoulder as she came.
Eric
winced, but he didn’t slow. She pulled him close, and he let her, his hips
still rocking, moving in and out of her hot flesh.
“I
can’t stop it,” Eric whispered into her hair against her ear.
“Don’t
stop,” Annie whispered back.
He
was huge inside of her, thick and swollen and insistent. His cock took her places
she never knew existed. Annie rocked with him, their motion slower now, a more
gentle rhythm, but it was incessant, an endless dance. She never wanted it to
end. They could do this until the world ended in a brilliant flash of light.
“Oh
god,” Eric murmured. “I can’t stand it.” Annie ran her hands down his back, up
under his sweat dampened shirt. She slipped her hands down over his ass,
feeling the muscles there working as he moved inside of her.
“Don’t
stop,” Annie begged him, meeting his easy thrusts with more eager ones, forcing
him to sink deeper into her willing, wet flesh. “Don’t ever stop, Eric,” she
whispered again, meeting his thrusts with her own, feeling another orgasm
waiting in the recesses of her belly. “Please, make me come again...”
He
groaned, ramming his cock into her. The linoleum made little squeaking sounds
under the legs of the cot as they rocked. They had already slid partway across
the floor in their lust. He pushed himself up on his arms and rolled his hips,
shoving himself deep into her. Annie nodded, her eyes half-closed, grabbing his
biceps and digging her nails in, her thighs gripping him tight.
“Yes,”
she whispered, reaching her pinnacle and feeling herself being pushed off the
edge. She was falling into it, her body quivering and shivering as she went,
the world fading to black around the edges. There’s nothing better than this.
Eric’s
shaft throbbed with delicious release, and she felt him filling her, white hot
waves of pleasure flooding her insides. Her body curled around him, wanting to
keep him close. His breath was ragged in her ear as he kissed her cheek, her
throat, and she gave a soft, shaky sigh.
The
sound of a door made them both jump and glance up in a panic.
“Uh
oh,” Annie whispered, and then giggled.
Thankfully,
it was the outer door, not the one to the room they occupied. Eric grinned and
kissed the tip of her nose, rolling off her with a groan. They both started
fumbling with their clothes, buttoning and straightening as quickly as they
could.
“Hey…”
Eric’s eyes searched her face as he stood, tucking in his shirt. “That whole
fainting thing…are you really okay?”
She
smiled, standing to tuck her blouse into her skirt. “Don’t I look okay?”
“You
look…” He pulled her to him, his eyes moving over her. “Fantastic…downright
edible, actually…hmm, now there’s something I could do again…” His fingers
edged the hemline of her skirt back up.
“Now
who’s incorrigible?” Annie laughed, slapping his hand away and sitting down on
the cot.
“All
right, don’t make me get all serious,” he said with a wink.
She
smoothed her hair, finally meeting his eyes. “Do I look different to you?”
He
frowned, studying her face, and then nodded. “Now that you mention it...”
“I’m
pregnant, Eric.” She bit her lip, waiting for his reaction.
He
blinked, staring at her, and then sank down onto the cot beside her. “Well…I
guess that explains the fainting!”
“Is
that all you have to say?” she pouted.
He
grinned. “Is it mine?”
“You
ass!” She shoved at him, but couldn’t help grinning back. “Why do you think I
was looking for you?”
Eric
shrugged, trying to hide his smile. “My mother said it was because you wanted
my money.”
“Your
mother—” Annie shook her head, looking for words. “Your mother is a piece
of work! Do you have any idea?”
He
nodded, laughing. “Why do you think I don’t tell her where I am?”
Annie
snorted. “Well, I don’t blame you.”
“You
know—” Eric fingered the top button of her blouse, “—as a
psychologist you’ve probably heard what they say...about men marrying women
like their mothers...”
Annie’s
jaw dropped. “Very funny. I am nothing like your mother!”
“No?”
He winked, fingering her top button. “God, I can’t resist you…”
“No!”
she protested. “What if someone comes in?”
“You
weren’t worried about that five minutes ago.” He smiled. “Besides, I can turn
out the light.”
Annie
stuck her tongue out. “I think I’d like to do everything with the lights on
from now on.”
“Sounds
good to me.” He slid his hand over her blouse and cupped her breast. “My,
you’ve really grown! I knew there was something different…”
Annie
flushed. “Eric!”
He
caressed her nipple, looking into her eyes. “So, does this mean I get to keep
you?”
“Do
you want to keep me?” she whispered, shivering at his touch.
“Yeah,
sure, why not?” He smiled. “Well, wait a minute...do you cook? My roommate can
make gourmet meals. If I’m gonna trade him in for you…”
She
laughed. “Sorry, babe, with me you only get boxed macaroni and cheese and hot
dogs.”
Polly
opened the door and peered in at them. “Hey, good, you’re okay! Listen, I have
to lock up for the day.”
Eric
nodded and waved to Polly as she poked her head back out the door. He made a
face at Annie. “What about chicken pot pies? Can you make those?”
“If
you have a microwave,” Annie quipped. “Roommate? What’s this about a roommate?”
Eric
grinned. “I guess I’m gonna have to tell Herman you’re moving in.”
“I’m
moving in?” Annie was so stunned by that news that it took her a moment to
realize what name he had spoken. When she made the connection, her eyes widened
and something tightened in her belly. “Herman? Your roommate’s name is Herman?”
“Yeah.
He’s a great guy, you’ll love him.”
Annie
gulped. “Does he have a tattoo on his upper arm? Funny looking Greek
characters?”
Eric’s
eyes widened. “Yeah…why, have you met?”
“I
think we have.” She smiled, shaking her head in disbelief. “It sure is a small
world.”
Eric
helped her to stand. “Come on, beautiful, let’s go home.”
“Are
you really okay with the whole baby thing?” she asked, grabbing for his hand as
they headed out the door and down the stairs.
“Yes.”
He pulled her to him, kissing her hard enough to bruise her flesh. His eyes
were serious when he said, “I’m so glad you found me.”
She
gasped, holding onto him, and murmured into his neck. “I’m glad I looked.”
“So...now
we have to tell my mother.” He sounded amused.
“And
my sisters,” she added, following him down the stairs.
He
groaned. “Okay, that’s it, me and you under a dark table for the rest of our
lives!”
“I
could live with that.”
Annie
felt a flutter in her belly as she pressed herself against him and kissed him
fully in the daylight. They stood together like a beginning, the warm spring
sun a gentle blessing on them both as they merged together in the doorway,
ignoring the people passing by, lost in their finding of one another.
The End
ABOUT
SELENA KITT
Selena
Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction.
She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a
million books sold!
Her
writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch
out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing
edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When
she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing
company (excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her
family--a husband and four children--and her growing organic garden. She does
bellydancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos,
voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing
kitty cat.
Her
books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser
(2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance,
won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the
runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of
"exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where
awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without
author's name available.)
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