Authors: Sommer Marsden
He helped her into the cab and backed
up a few hundred yards to a deserted parking area intended for hikers. He
parked and turned to her. He let himself touch her leg, but that was it.
“Listen. I’m not gay. I’m not bi. I’m none of that. I’m just a guy who’s
helping out his sister, letting his niece play beauty salon and really, really
didn’t want to like you because you live right next door.”
“Ditto.”
“And I saw you and I saw you and I saw
you. Then I talked to you. Then I was around you. Something about you makes my
insides all shaken up and tingly.” He laughed. “That sounds like something
Clarice would say, but it’s true.”
“Ditto,” she said again, and this time
it was Kimber who ran her hand up his leg. Only she let herself go higher. Her
fingers ticked the denim at the very tops of his thighs and yes, his cock went
hard in a heartbeat.
“I’m glad it’s ditto. And hey, I have
issues. I had Priscilla and I thought that was it. I thought I had the love
thing, and then she goes off and basically stabs me in the back. But not just
her, my partner, my best friend. I’m a bit guarded.”
“Ditto,” she said, running her
fingernail along his zipper.
“And I want to tell you everything,
but you have to promise to ask me and not assume. You know what they say about
assuming. And I don’t want to be an ass and I don’t want you to be one either.”
He could hear the aroused huskiness in his own voice and he tried to stay
focused.
“Ditto,” Kimber said and she leaned in
and kissed him. “Charlie?” Her lips brushed his neck and he thought he’d pass
out from the huge pleasure that slammed over him like a big wet wave.
“Yeah?”
“Now that all the feeling stupid and
looking like a goober is out of the way…Now that I have been as silly and
knee-jerk as a person can get and you’ve forgiven me and come to rescue me yet
again…I really need…” Her fingers tugged at his button and he said an internal
prayer of thanks when it surrendered to her nimble fingers.
“Yeah?”
“I really need to be with you again. I
really need you in me. I want to feel you.” She stopped talking there and her
cool hand wrapped around his cock and started to move.
Charlie barely managed a strangled,
“Ditto.”
Chapter 9
It was perfect. It was heaven. It was
like something from a fairytale and a movie and a daydream all rolled into one.
Charlie made that noise that said he couldn’t wait. She loved that sound from a
man, him most of all. It was a sound of need and surrender and aggression
merged into one guttural noise.
He got them settled in the back of the
truck after wrestling the built in safety harness for Clarice out of the way.
He laid her back, pulling at her coat like it was the biggest pile of annoyance
in the world. His lips settled at the base of her throat, kissing lazy lines
along her collar bone until she took his hand and put it to her breast. Her
heart beat wildly under his palm and he sighed. Feeling that steady thumping
reminder of how much he turned her on. He tweaked her nipple through her too
thin tee and it stood at attention. His lips found it through the fabric and he
sucked while pinching the other.
Charlie wrestled with her pants and
she laughed. But he managed to get her bare, to spread her wide, to run the
soft unyielding head of his cock along her pussy. Kimber was so wet she
relished the stimulating slide of his flesh along hers. “Hurry.” Not because
she was cold but because she was so impatient she thought she might shake
apart.
“I am hurrying. Some. Be patient.” He
laughed, his teeth flashing in the twilight lit cab. He pinned her arms when
she started to tug at him. Held them to the cool inside of the door with his
strong fingers. Finally, when she thought she’d die, he guided himself to her
pussy and pushed in slowly. Inch by inch he entered her and Kimber realized she
was holding her breath. Little spots of sparkling white flashed in her vision
and then she remembered to breath. He slid into her on that breath.
“I’m in,” he said. “Did I do it in
time?”
“Shut up, Charlie,” she sighed and
kissed his soft lips like he might disappear if she failed to.
He moved in her, still holding her
down with one hand binding her wrists. His mouth took a slow, torturous tour of
her mouth, her neck, her shoulders. He nibbled at her breasts so that tug of
sensation sounded from breast to cunt. Kimber wrapped a leg around his hips
because he would not let her hold him with her arms. She tugged and he chuckled,
but he moved faster and when he said, “I can feel that you’re going to come.
Come for me, Kimber,” she came. It was as fluid and easy as breathing.
But Charlie wasn’t done. He released
her after the first orgasm. His hands abandoning her wrists to slide under her
bottom and lever her a bit higher. The way he moved her, tipped her pelvis
back. His cock brushed a bed of nerves deep inside of her and Kimber watched
his face as her pussy grew tight around him again.
He looked like a man so satisfied, so
happy, he could do nothing but shut his eyes. She smiled. Charlie opened his
eyes and caught her staring. “What?”
“You look happy.”
Charlie stilled, bent to kiss her, and
his fingers moved softly over the skin of her ass. “I am. First time in quite a
while. I could stay here forever.”
Tears pricked her eyes again, but good
ones this time. Kimber gripped her pussy tight around him, flexing until it
pushed him over the edge. “Really? Forever?”
Charlie groaned and started to move.
This time she could touch him. She held his shoulders in her hands as he moved
over her, thrusting deep. The little white spots came back as she came again.
Charlie came with her this time. His hands gripping hard on the skin of her
hips and his face buried in the crux of her neck.
“I can’t say I love you, you’ll run.
But can I say, I’d like to love you. One day I’d like to love you, Kimber.”
“You can say that.” She kissed him.
“And I know that feeling.” She wouldn’t say more than that.
* * * *
Charlie called for a tow on his cell
and they were kissing again when the bubble light of a cruiser painted the
inside of the truck cherry red. Charlie popped out, showing his badge,
explaining. He climbed back in, grinning. “That was Jerry from Central. He
isn’t stupid. He told us to stop humping in the car like teenagers and go home
because the roads are getting worse. He called the tow too, officially, so
they’ll be here faster. He's gonna wait.”
“Oh, a man with connections.”
“You got it, sister.”
He drove them home slowly, avoiding
accidents and traffic jams before sliding into his parking space out front.
“Up for some tree decorating?”
“Why not.”
“Exactly. Why not. I think Richard and
the boys called it a night. But it looks like they shored up the porch roof.”
“Hard to work in the snow, right?” She
squeezed his hand when he took it.
“Right. What’s wrong?”
“I’m not ready.”
“For what?”
Kimber saw by his face, he thought she
was referring to them. She squeezed his hand again, touched the stubble on his
firm jaw. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him and then whispered. “I’m not ready
to go in there. I’m not ready for this to end. This me and you spell.”
He smiled, getting it. “Oooh, you are
not ready for the whole magic thing to end just yet. Not ready to share?”
“Right,” she whispered as if someone
could hear.
“Then walk this way,” he said and
tugged her across the lawn to her own side door.
“But Sarah’s…” She was staring at
Sarah’s car at the curb.
“Sarah’s at my house drinking pink and
bubbly stuff.”
Kimber looked where he pointed and
through his living room window she could see three people decorating and
drinking and eating. Her home was empty. “Oh.”
“Oh, come on then. In the house.
You’re freezing.”
It wasn’t until he said it that she
realized that she was shaking. Her teeth clacking together gently like small
musical instruments. Then she started to shake in earnest. “You know,” she
chattered. “I think you’re right.”
“You need a hot shower,” he said in
her ear and her pussy spasmed with liquid anticipation from the feel of his
breath on her ear.
“Do I?”
“You do. And I’m going to take you in
just to make sure you’re safe and don’t lose your strength and fall. Safety
first.”
“Safety first,” she breathed, feeling
every bit the flighty, weak and willing heroine. “Please, please keep me safe,
Charlie,” she said.
“Protect and serve,” Charlie said and
hefted her into a fireman’s carry. When she whooped in surprised, he smacked
her ass lightly so that she whooped again.
Charlie let out a sneaky chuckle as he
took the steps two at a time.
* * * *
Wet, slick heaven is what she was.
Charlie wanted to say a lot of the stuff in his heart. How he just had this
feeling about them. How his mother had always told him that when he met the
right one, he’d know. And how he’d always teased his mother about it, but now
he was pretty sure he understood what she meant. Instead, Charlie tried to show
her how he felt with his body.
He pressed her, naked and pink, from
the steady stream of hot water, to the dark-blue tile in her shower. He pushed
her wrists flat to the wall with his hands so she couldn’t shimmy or dance away
from his mouth. And Charlie knelt before her, eyes looking into hers, “Spread
your legs for me, Kimber.”
She bit her bottom lip and obeyed. The
way her lips plumped at the pressure of her teeth threatened to break his
heart. She was gorgeous. Flushed and wet, hair dark with moisture, pussy lips
plump with arousal. Charlie set his tongue to her, drinking her in when she
shifted and some of her sweet juices slipped past his lips. She steadied
herself and he licked her hard little clit with the tip of his tongue. She was
sweet and ripe and he felt like he could eat her forever and a day, but his
cock had other plans.
“Come for me, Kimber. Come on, give it
to me,” Charlie said. He kissed her thighs and she whimpered softly, trying to
stay still, but moving like a plant underwater. A graceful swish and sway of
her flared hips. He pushed his mouth back to her, sucking hard and then licking
softly. Charlie tightened his grip on her wrists and the bite of pain seemed to
push her just past her comfort zone, because when he licked her again, with his
tongue pressed flat and firm, her hips surged up and she came, easy and fluid.
Her orgasm made her tongue loose and she babbled nonsense words and sounds for
him.
Charlie stood, turned her back to him.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his lips to the back of her neck.
Her wet hair licked at his chin and her heartbeat shimmied under her wet skin.
“Good?” he asked her above the hiss of the water.
“You passed good when you took that
first lick.” Her voice was thin like wet tissue. It shook with her effort to
speak clearly. He smiled.
“Glad to hear it. Now spread again for
me. I’m going to be very ungentlemanly and take you from behind now. I need
to.”
Her eyes drifted shut and Charlie
could tell how excited she was. She liked the idea of him fucking her like that
and it made his cock that much harder. She bent, her fingers finding the lip at
the back of the claw foot tub. She gripped it, her knuckles blanching from the
pressure and he spread her apart with his fingers, pushing back the swollen
lips of her sex so that it revealed the ruby-colored slit of her cunt. She
pressed back to him, opening herself a bit and Charlie felt himself groan
before he even heard the sound.
“You’re so pretty, Kimber. Your pussy
is perfect. Your body is perfect. You, my dear, are pretty much…”
“Shh, Charlie. Please,” she said, and
pushed back again and that was all it took. He understood that she couldn’t’
face how perfect he felt she was. He understood her need. So instead of
finishing his thought, he ran his cock along her slit and her fingers grew
tighter still on the old fashioned porcelain tub.
“Okay, then. I can behave. At least I
can hold my tongue, is what I mean.” And he slipped into her. One slow push of
flesh into flesh. Her moist pussy taking him in, stretching for him, willing
him to fill her. And he did. Charlie pushed as deep as he could go. Holding her
lush hips in his hands, he stayed there for a moment. Steeling himself, he kept
his head about him so he didn’t come on stroke three.
She tightened around him on purpose
and he barked out laughter, biting his tongue to sharpen his focus. “Don’t push
me over the edge right out of the gate, woman.”
“I'll do my best not to," Kimber
said, “you just feel so good.”
“Ditto,” Charlie said, quoting her. He
started to move. Keeping his pace slow and easy until he was unable to do it anymore.
Then he gripped her tight, slamming into her until her cheeks flushed a
brilliant crimson when she turned to look at him for a moment.