Authors: Shannon Reckler
Unfortunately, the second thing she realized was that, as soon as she came into the house, she had stripped off her clothes and donned her robe. Her favorite robe was silk and lace and almost completely see through. It had a floral pattern and only covered her body where the sides over–lapped, which was some of her breasts and her pussy. The sleeve came down to her elbows and the bottom stopped mid-thigh. She hadn't been expecting Grams to come home any time soon, so she hadn't been expecting to see anyone.
She was alone in the house and had decided to feel decadent after a day of feeling grungy at the airport. She looked down at herself and knew she should probably go change, but decided to hell with it.
Daphne shook her headed and then continued to the front door. After checking the peephole to make sure it was just Trent, she unlocked the door and pulled it open. He had a wide smile on his face until he took her robe in and she watched as his jaw slowly dropped.
“Holy mother—fucking—Jeez, Daphne. Get inside.” He had a bouquet of roses in his hand that he almost dropped as he rushed her through the door, and quickly closed it behind him. Once the door was closed, he leaned back against it and looked his fill.
Daphne was very glad that she hadn’t changed. She reached up and fluffed her hair, so that her breasts rose and then jiggled as they moved back into place. She watched in fascination as his cock began to swell behind his pants. Her pussy clenched and moistened at the memory of him pushing inside her.
Finally his eyes lifted from her body and he walked over to her. He held up the roses. “I missed you.”
“You missed me?” She raised a hand to her mouth as the last word came out as a squeak. She wanted to kick herself. Her plan was to be calm and collected next time she saw him so that he wouldn’t think she was pining for him.
“Of course I missed you.” He walked her into the kitchen and set the flowers on the table. He had been to Grams' house before, so he knew the layout of the house. He walked back to her and pulled her into his arms. She sighed and melted against his body. He was wearing an Ambrosia High Football t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. He smelled liked aftershave, his body wash, and a scent that was unique to Trent. She couldn’t take a deep enough breath. He pulled back to place a kiss on her forehead and she loosened her hold on him.
“I missed you too.” She moved to wrap her arms around his neck and tilted her head up for his kiss, which he willingly gave.
Trent slanted his lips over hers as he gripped her ass and pulled her flush against his erect cock. His tongue didn’t allow for any question of who was in control. He stroked every corner and made her moan into his mouth. His lips were demanding and firm over hers, his hands unyielding, almost bruising as he held on.
Daphne felt her pussy lips become coated in moisture and her clit throbbed for his touch. She was about to wrap a leg around his waist when he ripped his lips away. She released her hold and he took two steps back so that there was space between them.
“Wow. I’m sorry. I didn’t come here for that.” His breathing was harsh and rapped. He placed his hands on his hips.
She crossed her arms under her breasts, feeling slightly rejected. “I wasn’t complaining.” He must have seen the look on her face because he instantly closed the space, placing his hands on her elbows.
“Baby, I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to come over and see you, and clear the air on some things. And then maybe later we would be doing
that
. But, if not, then I’m fine with that too. Damn it, I’m rambling.
Rambling
.” He pushed one hand through his hair, making the wet ends stand on end.
“Trent, it’s okay. I’m fine. We’re fine.” She bit down on her lip as she looked up into his eyes.
“We? Is there a “we”?” He moved his hands from her elbows to rest on her waist.
“I would really like there to be a “we”.” Daphne once again took her lip between her teeth as she looked down. She didn’t want to see his eyes if he ran away screaming. He didn’t move or say anything for a few moments and she her heart began to race.
She almost turned away, but then he placed his finger under her chin and brought her gaze up to his. “Daphne, I would love it if there was an us. I just didn’t want to scare you away. You ran away from me all those years ago. Hell, you keep running away from me. I just don’t want to keep watching your retreating back.” He slid his hand more firmly underneath her chin and brought his head down to hers.
She opened her mouth on a sigh and gave into all the feelings she had built up over the last few days. She had never felt like this before. No man had ever made her feel like Trent did. With her lips parted, Trent easily slipped his tongue inside her mouth. It was a quick kiss but her knees were shaking when he pulled away. He rested his forehead against hers.
“Baby, I would love nothing more to take you upstairs but I can’t do that here. Not in Grams’ house, I have way too much respect for that woman.”
“Respect or fear?” Daphne laughed as Trent contemplated.
“Hey now, I have no doubts that she could beat me if she wanted to.” They stood there laughing for a moment, just enjoying being in each other’s arms. Trent looked up and noticed her food on the table.
“Did I interrupt your dinner?”
She shrugged her shoulder. “Yes. But I don’t mind.”
“I do. Has it been a long time since you ate?” He stepped away and then ushered her into her chair. She blushed at his question and he rolled his eyes. After he checked the temperature of the food, he stuck it in the microwave and refilled her drink. He ignored all of her protests as he made his way around the kitchen.
Once her food was back in front of her, he sat down to her left. When she reached for her fork, he snatched it away.
She huffed as he held the fork away from her. “I can feed myself.”
“Of course you can. But what if I would enjoy feeding you, would it be okay then?” He glared at her until she nodded and her cheeks heated.
He fed her in silence until everything was gone from her plate. The food was delicious and she hadn't realized how hungry she had been. Joey was definitely a good cook but all the recipes came directly from Patty.
When Trent found the pie and ice cream in the fridge he held it up to her and she enthusiastically nodded. Patty’s homemade blueberry pie was sinful. It was ooey and gooey, and melted in your mouth. When she put vanilla ice cream on top of it the pie became almost orgasmic. Daphne’s mouth was watering by the time Trent pulled a steaming bowl out of the microwave. He brought the bowl, two spoons, and the ice cream to the table.
“Is the second spoon for you?” Daphne raised her eyebrow at him as the bowl was set in front of her. The deep purple filling oozed out of the crust.
“I was hoping.” Trent gave her a shit-eating grin and she hesitated.
“Yeah, I guess you’re worth sharing with.” Daphne winked and he reached out a hand to tickle her side.
Daphne dumped the cup of ice cream on top and watched as swirls of the ice cream melted and mixed with the filling making a lavender mess in the bowl. She might regret the calories later but she was going to enjoy her piece of heaven for the evening. Then she looked at Trent and decided she would rather be having that piece of heaven instead.
He was focused on the spoon in his mouth. He withdrew it, never looking at her. “Baby, if you don’t stop looking at me like that. You are going to be covered in blueberries because I’m going to eat it off you.” Daphne dropped her spoon.
When she watched him lick the remaining cream off the back of his spoon her own cream gushed between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache that was blossoming.
They quickly finished the rest of the dessert and Trent took the bowl to the sink. Daphne felt absolutely pampered.
Trent placed his hands on the counter as he rested back against it. “When is Grams’ going to be back?”
“I’m not really sure. It’s not too late yet so it might be awhile. Her and her friends are a rowdy bunch these days.” Daphne chuckled at the thought of Grams. She needed to spend more time with the woman who raised her. She missed her.
“Well, since I can’t make love to you here, would you like to go just lay in bed for a while?” His eyes burned with fire.
“We could.” Daphne got up, and walked over to him. Right before she stepped into his arms, she untied the bow of her robe, letting it fall completely open. His mouth opened and his cock twitched in his pants. “We could go upstairs and snuggle. Or I could pack a bag and we could go to your place and you can make love to me or you can fuck me or I could fuck you. Or perhaps all of the above. I am all yours.” She stepped closer, running her hand up his cock, stroking the tip through the fabric.
“Go pack your bag. Now. Or I am going to spank that very lovely behind of yours and then take you bent over this counter.” Trent gripped her upper arms and yanked her to him. He placed a harsh kiss on her lips and then pushed her away from him. When he looked down at her, there was a seriousness in his eyes she hadn’t seen before. She wasn’t scared of him, quite the opposite actually. Her pussy quivered and throbbed and she knew he would make good on his promise.
She turned around quickly to pack a bag and yelped when his palm contacted with her right butt cheek. It stung but didn’t hurt. She looked over at him, and there was a look of determination in his eyes. She ran up the stairs.
****
As soon as they were inside Trent’s apartment, Trent pushed her up against the wall. His hand shoved their way into her hair and she dropped her bag onto the floor with a thud.
Since it was dark and they were only traveling back and forth between their houses, Daphne had decided to stay in the robe and she couldn’t be happier with her decision. She could feel every muscle of his body against hers. When he pushed his hips against hers, she wrapped a leg around his waist and he growled into her mouth. His mouth slipped down to her neck as he nibbled the skin there.
As he licked her skin, he moved one hand down to her ass and lifted her. She instantly wrapped her legs around his hips and fitted her core to his cock. She leaned her head back as he trailed his mouth to the other side of her neck. His shoulders were firm and strong beneath her hands. He leaned back a fraction from her.
“Untie your robe.” His demand was harsh as he took deep breaths. “Now, Daphne.”
Her fingers shook as she reached her hands between them. Once the bow was undone, she spread the halves apart. Trent sucked in a breath at the sight of her breasts. He helped her get the robe completely off and then she was totally bare in his arms. She arched her hips against him, grinding her clit against the hard length of his cock. She moaned at the sensation and then realized that he had stopped moving.
She lifted her gaze to his and was blown away at the intensity in his eyes as he watched her. He had been focused on her every movement. Each of his hands cupped an ass cheek and his fingers were gripping tightly.
“Lift your breasts for me.” He never moved his hands from her butt. She started to question but changed her mind when she looked into his eyes. She cupped the twin weights in her palms and offered them up to him.
He smirked before he dropped his head and lavished each nipple. “Do you like this?”
Trent rested his cheek against her and she shivered at the feel of his whiskers against her sensitive skin. She nodded slightly. “That wasn’t an answer Daphne.”
“Yes. I like it.” Her voice was shaky, just like the rest of her. She had never had someone command her before and it was making her cunt clinch. She had never been more turned on.
“What do you like better? This...” He gently laved one nipple, licking with his tongue and then softly sucking. “Or this...” He dipped his head back down but this time he sucked hard and rolled her nipple between his teeth. It sparked a hint of pain but it shot straight to her clit and her hips jerked in response. He chuckled softly against her. “I think I know, but you should tell me.”
“Harder. I like the harder.” This man was going to kill her and he had barely touched her.
“Push my pants down my hips.” He rested her more against the wall, so that she could maneuver. With his one-handed help, they were able to push his sweat pants down a little. Enough to free him from the confines of the fabric. He grunted when his cock bobbed up against her ass, fitting into the crack his fingers were creating.
“Now reach for my dick, Daphne. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be in that hot cunt of yours. If you need me to put on a condom, I will go get one, but you need to tell me now. As soon as your hand touches me, you are going to guide me to that sweet spot.”
Daphne didn’t hesitated, she shifted her hips so that she could reach between them and drag his cock up, stroking her pussy. She hissed in a breath at the contact and then placed the head of his cock at her entrance.
“Good girl. Now watch.” Trent smiled up at her, before he dropped his gaze to where their bodies were touching. Once she dropped her gaze, he pushed the head inside. She watched it in fascination and she felt it deep inside. The double sensation was powerful. By the time he had pushed two more inches inside she was already coming.