I stepped out of my Camry, popping the trunk as I did. I was arriving home a little later than normal today as I’d stopped by the store for milk and the rest of my semi-weekly shopping. As I raised the trunk lid the man that lived in 301 rounded the corner, running in my direction. He was still moving at a good clip and it was hard not to stare. I sometimes noticed him running from my bedroom or living room window, but when I did, he was on one of the many roads that weaved their way through the apartment complex, there was only a narrow gap between apartment buildings where I could see him, and he was too far away for a good look. Less often he was running when I returned home from work, but again, because I was driving, I couldn’t study his physique in the way I wanted. This time it was different. Shirtless and wearing running shorts, his well-developed chest, arms, and legs were on clear display. Making it even harder to not stare was the fact he was dripping with sweat… a long-time kink of mine.
I rounded the final corner into the parking lot that fronted our group of three apartment buildings. The woman that lived in 303 was just opening the trunk on her car and she paused when she noticed me. I couldn’t help my smile as she took a bit too long to turn away to begin pulling plastic bags from her car. This was my chance. I’d been living in my apartment for several years, but she’d moved in only three or four months ago, and though we’d engaged in the idle chit-chat of passing neighbors, I wanted an excuse to do more… without appearing like a creeper. I put on a burst of speed, trying to close the distance before she completely unloaded her car.
It was apparent that I was going to have to make at least two trips, so I returned a bag from each hand to the trunk to lighten my load. I was turning from my car when my neighbor pounded to a stop.
“Need some help?” he panted.
“Thanks, but that’s okay. I don’t want to interrupt your run,” I replied.
“Then you’re in luck. I just finished.”
I’d wanted to do more than mumble greetings to the man since I moved in, and I’d even been scheming to have him over to help me with some minor problem to break the ice, but this was a perfect opportunity and didn’t require any deviousness. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“Not if you don’t mind that I’m all sweaty.”
I grinned. The only thing I minded was I hadn’t helped him get that way. “How can you not be in this heat?” I asked.
“Good thing it’s a dry heat,” he replied as he took the bags from my hands, added three more to each hand from the trunk, leaving me to manage only three bags… and the light ones at that. “Of course, so is an oven.”
I snickered at his teasing, liking how the muscles in his arms and chest bulged as he hefted the bags. “Thank you,” I said as I slammed the trunk lid and pressed the button on the car’s fob to lock it.
I followed her up the flights of steps to the third, and top, floor. I’d picked up enough bags to ensure we could make it one trip, and if I was honest with myself, to try to impress her a little by carrying most of the weight. The bags were damned heavy, but I refused to show any strain.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve forgotten you name. Is it Breanne or Breanna?”
“Breanna. Breanna Walcott.” She looked uncomfortable. “I’m sorry… but…”
I grinned at her embarrassment. “Mark. Mark Hosey. I’d offer to shake your hand, but…” I shrugged the bags.
I paused in front of my apartment, the misters, fans, and shade making the temperature bearable. Fussing with the three bags, I fumbled with my keys before I shoved the dark-red metal door wide.
“Do you mind setting them on the counter?” I asked to invite him in.
I smiled to myself as Mark briefly angled away from the kitchen out of habit before adjusting his path. When he reached the kitchen, he grunted softly as he lifted the bags, the muscles in his chest, arms, and back rippling with effort. He gently lowered the plastic bags as I corralled them so they wouldn’t fall over or slip off the counter.
“I can’t thank you enough,” I said as he released the bags and stepped back.
“Always glad to help a neighbor.”
As I’d climbed the steps, I’d decided to ask him for one more favor. One of my three-way lamps worked on only one setting. I knew it was the bulb, something I could easily fix myself, but I’d been saving it as an excuse to ask him over. Now I didn’t have to pretend to be helpless because I really did have a problem.
“Would you mind terribly if I imposed on you a bit more?”
“Not at all,” I replied, eager to help her in any way I could.
“Last week my disposer quit working. I called the management company but I haven’t heard back from them yet. Would you mind taking a quick look at it?”
“Sure,” I said. “What’s wrong with it?”
Breanna shrugged. “It won’t run.”
I stepped past her, being careful not to touch her, and flipped the switch. Nothing happened. “It worked before?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
I nodded slowly. “I have an idea of what to check, but I’m a mess. If it’s okay, I’ll go grab a shower so I don’t get sweat all over the place, then I’ll come back and see what I can do.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind? I can wait on the maintenance guys. It’s no problem.”
“Not a bit. If it’s something simple, I’ll take care of it. If I can’t figure it out, or it has to be replaced, they can still come out.”
“Thank you. You’re so very kind.”
This was as good an opening as I was going to get so I decided to take the plunge. “Afterwards, would you like to join me for dinner?”
A rush of excitement washed over me with Mark’s invitation. “Thank you, but I should be cooking for you.”
He grinned. “See, here’s the thing. I set out some of my world-famous spaghetti sauce to thaw last night, so all I’ll have to do is cook the spaghetti. You’re just getting home.” His smile spread. “I’ll run next door and shower while you put your stuff away, then I’ll come back, wave my hands over the disposer, and then you can join me for dinner. Quick, easy, and no fuss.”
“World-famous, huh?” I asked with a smile of my own.
“My grandmother’s recipe… and she was Italian. It makes a ton, so I always have some in the freezer.”
I paused. “Can I bring the wine?”
“It’s a date. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes or so to see about your disposer.”
“You’re sure you don’t mind?” I asked, hoping he wasn’t using the shower as an excuse to get away.
“Not a bit.”
I smiled again. “Okay, I’ll see you then… and thank you for helping with my groceries… my disposer… and dinner,” I said as I escorted him to the door.
“My pleasure.”
I closed the door behind him, unable to wipe the smile from my face. He was so damned sexy. I wondered if the line about his grandmother being Italian was a stretch. With his sandy-blonde hair and blue eyes he didn’t look like the stereotypical Italian man, and Hosey sound more English than Italian to me, but I didn’t care. If he was preparing me dinner, I’d eat bottled spaghetti sauce and enjoy the hell out of it.
Still smiling, I returned to the kitchen and began putting my groceries away.
I paused in the kitchen to poke at the gallon bag of sauce I’d put in the refrigerator last night before I went to bed. It was completely thawed and ready to reheat. Leaving my keys on the kitchen counter, I hurried to the bathroom.
I wasted no time starting the water and stepping into the enclosure. As I lathered and scrubbed, I made sure to throttle my expectations. I was going to fix her disposer, if I could, then we were going to have dinner, and that might be it. I’d welcome more, if she wanted it, but I wasn’t going to push her. I’d never tried to coerce a woman in my life, and I wasn’t going to start with her.
I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what it was about Breanna that I found so appealing, but her draw on me was more powerful than any women I could remember. With her deep black hair, large brown eyes, and lush body, any man that didn’t find her attractive had to be dead. But more than the way she looked was her voice. Soft and slow, with a pronounced southern accent I’d noticed the first time I spoke to her, I could listen to her talk for hours, and I was hoping to do just that tonight. I didn’t know where she was from, but we didn’t get many Georgia Peaches here in Tucson.
Finished with my shower, I quickly dried, brushed my hair and teeth, and shaved—just in case—and dressed in my work pants and shirt. I was dressing like it was a date without looking like I was dressing for a date. Satisfied with my appearance, I hurried from the bathroom, pausing to stuff a couple of condoms into my pants pocket from their box in the bedside table—just in case—grabbed my keys in passing, and then walked the sixty feet or so to her apartment.
When I opened my door, Mark was standing there wearing kaki Dockers and a bright blue polo with TEP under a yellow swoosh of Tucson Electric Power on the left breast. The shirt was damned sexy because the color looked good on him, but even better, the stretchy fabric clung to his chest and arms in a most appearing away.
“A little over dressed for fixing a garbage disposal, aren’t you?” I teased, liking the way he flushed.
“It’s comfortable,” he said with a shrug as I closed the door behind him.
I followed him into the kitchen. He again flipped the switch, but just like before, nothing happened. He turned the switch off, opened the doors under the sink as he removed his phone from his pocket, and then stretched out on the floor. Using the light on his phone, he peered at the device a moment before touching it.
“Try it now,” he said, still lying on his back.
I turned on the water and flipped the switch. I heard a brief buzz then a snap. “That’s what it did the last time,” I said as I turned off the water.
“I think I know the problem. Switch off?”
“Yeah.”
He flashed the light around under the sink before he pulled an L-shaped tool from somewhere, stuck it in the bottom of the disposer, and then with a soft grunt, spun it around. He removed the tool, touched the bottom of the disposer again, and then nodded.
“Try it now.”
I turned on the water anew and flipped the wall mounted switch. The machine began to snarl and gargle as it ground up the food waste I’d pushed into it before I realized it had stopped working.
“It works! What was wrong with it?”
“Something was jammed and it was tripping the overload breaker,” he said as he reached back under the sink, my heart leaping with fear that the disposer running would hurt him somehow, but before I could switch it off, he pulled his hand back and stood. “That’s wasn’t so bad.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much,” I said as I turned the disposer off. I turned it on again, and when it began to run, I returned the switch to the down position.
“Ready for dinner?” he asked.
“Are you sure I can’t cook for you? Can I pay you?”
He chuckled. “No and no. What did it take… two minutes?”
“Well… I at least owe you a dinner.”
He smiled. “Careful… I might take you up on that. Shall we?” he asked, motioning at the door.
“Let me get the wine.”
I waited as she pulled the wine from the freezer. “It wasn’t cold,” she explained.
“No problem. We’ll pop it in the freezer so it can continue to chill while I heat the sauce and cook the spaghetti.”
I opened her door for her while quickly glancing around the apartment to get a better sense of her. Breanna’s apartment was a mirror of mine, so the kitchens and baths shared a wall, and it sported the same cream and earth tones of my space. Her furniture appeared to be well made, the chair and sofa in a color that couldn’t decide if it was brown, taupe, or tan, with splashy, colorful throw pillows in a jumble to add color. On the walls were large white prints that may have had dark brown flowers on them, or maybe the flowers were simply abstract patterns, I couldn’t decide. A stark white table supported a large television, and plants filled the room. The room was attractive, feminine, and decorated with taste. I liked it.
She locked the door behind me before I led her to my apartment. Opening the door, I entered then held the door for her, closing it behind her. “Make yourself comfortable,” I said as I gently pulled the wine bottle from her hand.
She followed me to the kitchen, watching as I placed the wine in the freezer before I turned to my small pantry where I pulled out my canister of spaghetti. Setting it aside, I reached reaching under my cabinet and pulling out a large pot.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked.
“Nope. I’ve got it.”
“So you work for Tucson Electric?” she asked as I went about the task of meal preparation.
“Yes. I’m an engineer for them.”
“That sounds interesting.”
I grinned. I could tell she didn’t know any more now than she did before she asked her question. “When someone, usually commercial, needs new or upgraded electrical service, I make sure the system can handle it, design or spec any upgrades, and then inspect the work to make sure it was done right.”
“Ah.”
“Yeah. It really torques people off when we flip the switch and it knocks out power for the entire neighborhood.”
“Has that ever happened?”
I grinned. “Not to me.” She snickered. “Where do you work?”
“Banner… I work in the Imaging lab.”
“X-Ray or MRI?”
“MRI. I’m one of the techs. You been there?”
“No, thank God.”
I watched as Mark warmed the spaghetti sauce, heated the water for the noodles, buttered bread, and prepared our salads. He clearly was comfortable in the kitchen, working with swift sure strokes as he ripped lettuce and sliced tomato and eggs for our salads, no motion or time wasted, all the while carrying on a conversation with me.
His apartment was masculine without being a cave, filled with rich brown leather furniture that was robustly built with simple lines, and he had bold, tasteful artwork on the walls in whites, greys, and blues, with small splashes of butter yellow. A large area rug in greys and blues softened and complimented the hardwoods, and I decided I needed to try to find something similar for my own apartment. The dominate feature of the room was the largest television I’d ever seen, flanked by shelves stuffed with books.
“How long have you lived in Tucson?” he asked as he carried our two salads to the table that shared his kitchen space. Like the rest of his furniture, it was elegant and flowing, with simple lines and rounded corners.
“About four months.”
“Where were you before that?”
“Accent that bad, huh?” I asked with a grin as I dialed my drawl up to 110%. “Alabama.”
“Actually, I like it.”
“Really? Most people hear my accent and think I’m a redneck hick. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve heard ‘Run, Forrest’ or ‘My momma always said life is like a box of chocolates’ since I’ve moved out here.”
He grinned. “Well, I like it, and you’re clearly not some dumb hick if you run an MRI.”
“Why thank you, kind sir,” I said, pushing my accent to full again.
“Ready?” he asked as he pulled the wine from the freezer and began to twist in the corkscrew.
He paused his work on the bottle to hold my chair as I sat, making my heart flutter a bit. Pulling the cork, he poured two glasses and then sat down across from me.
“What brings you to Arizona?” I asked.
“New job… and wanting a new start.” I said nothing, not sure how to respond to that. Breanna smiled, but it was slightly sad. “My marriage… as they say… had reached its natural end.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
She shrugged. “It was nothing he did… nothing I did. We… just grew apart. We did the whole counseling, and trial separation thing, but after a couple of years of that, I think we both knew it was over and decided it would be better for both of us if we went our separate ways. What about you?” she asked, clearly changing the subject. “Ever been married?”
“No. Thought about it once, but… I think we both knew it wouldn’t work out. Our relationship was… volatile. When the times were good, they were great, but then they weren’t so good, we were like oil and water. She wanted to fight, and I wanted to calmly talk stuff out.” I shrugged. “She would accuse me of not caring because I didn’t get mad and yell, and I thought she could be a drama queen.” I grinned to soften my statement. “Making up was fun, though.”
“So she was high maintenance?”
I rocked my head side to side. “I wouldn’t say that. Passionate would be a better word. She let little things get to her until she just exploded, but after she got it out of her system, she was fine again.”
“At least you had passion,” she said softly. “That was what was missing from our marriage. We were living like roommates, and either of us seemed to care.”
I said nothing, but her husband—her ex-husband I reminded myself—must have been an idiot. I knew practically nothing about Breanna, but there was one thing I did know… she’d have never doubted my desire for her, and there’d have been so much passion we’d have brought a whole new meaning to the term ‘bedridden.’
“The spaghetti should be about ready,” he said as he rose. I started to rise with him, but he waved me back to my chair. “I’ve got it. Keep your seat.”
He’d started the noodles cooking as we ate our salads, and now, as I watched, he quickly poured off the water, dipped the noodles with a special pronged spoon, and then ladled sauce over the top before adding a thick slice of bread from the oven. He placed the dish in front of me, then returned to the stove to repeat the process for himself.
“Thank you.”
As he worked, I couldn’t help but imagine him and the woman he considered marrying working off her pent-up anger with him in the bedroom. If I were married to him, with the way he looked, I’d pick a fight every day just so we could make up. I smiled to myself. Maybe we’d even skip the fight and go straight to making up.
I mentally crossed my fingers as he sat down with his own plate. “Do you still see her?”
He raised his glass, I did the same, and we touched them together. “No. Kind of like you, we decided we were better apart than together.”
“I’m sorry.”
He was watching me. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he said, but continued to watch me.
“What?”
He smiled. “I waiting to see how you like my world famous spaghetti.”
“Oh!” I snickered as I began twirling my fork.
I popped the bite into my mouth then paused, savoring the flavors before I chewed slowly, an involuntary smile caressing my lips. I’d been prepared to eat bottled sauce and pretend it was terrific, but there was no reason to pretend.
“Oh my God! This is fantastic! Is this a secret family recipe… and if it’s not, can I have it?”
He smiled, clearly pleased with my reaction. “Sure. I’ll send a bag home with you and I’ll print you off a copy,” he said as he tucked into his own plate. “The thing is… it makes a so much.” He paused, but I waited, sensing he had more to say. “I’d enjoy having someone to help me eat it when I make it.”
A warmth poured through me that had nothing to do with the delicious food on my plate and I smiled. “Well… I certainly wouldn’t turn down another offer.”
“Great! I’ll still print out a copy and send a bag home with you. All you have to do is cook the noodles and heat the sauce in the microwave.”
I was certainly capable of doing that. I’d done all the cooking when I was married, but there were certain other benefits to not cooking or eating alone.
“I think I can handle that, but you’re going to have to let me introduce you to some good, old-fashioned, southern cooking sometime.”
He smiled. “If you insist.”
“I do.”
Mark was so easy to talk to, full of funny quips and interesting stories. As we ate, our conversation became less strained, and I was enjoying myself enormously. Because I’d left my old life behind, didn’t know anyone, and had been busy with my new job and getting settled in, I hadn’t been on a date since I moved to Arizona… and I hadn’t had a man between my thighs for longer than that. I wanted to lick the plate, but when he offered me more, I turned him down, hoping he offered me something for desert later, and I didn’t want to feel stuffed.
It had been a long time since I’d enjoyed a meal more. This had clearly turned into a date, and I found Breanna fascinating. I was a Tucson native, and I enjoyed listening to her talk about growing up in Bay Minette, a town not far from Mobile, where her parents owned and operated a roofing company.
I’d eaten lightly, and drank even less, not wanting to feel full, nor did I want to have my senses dulled or my control weakened by alcohol if something were to happen later. I cleared the table, rejecting her offer to help me clean the kitchen. I stacked the plates in the sink before I poured us another small splash of wine and escorted her to the couch.
I enjoyed the company of women, but I hated the strained, first date nonsense so much it made it easy for me to find an excuse to not date… and at thirty-six, I was getting too old for one-night stands and casual hookups. Perhaps it was because we were in my space, or maybe it was because we were neighbors, but whatever the reason, the meal with Breanna hadn’t seemed as tense as normal.
Sitting on opposite ends of my couch, we’d talked for an hour or so, still feeling our way through the typical first date, getting to know each other bullshit, but with her, I didn’t mind.
“I should be going,” she said.
I didn’t want the evening to end so soon, but I’d noticed earlier she seemed to be getting squirmy. Not wanting to come off as clinging or desperate, I hid my disappointment.
“Walk you home?”
She giggled. “Afraid something might happen to me if you don’t?”
“Can’t be too careful.”
She smiled broadly. “I suppose that’s true. Sure, if you don’t mind. Are you sure you don’t want some help cleaning up first?”
“No, but thank you. All I have to do is load the dishwasher.”
I took her glass, sat both hers and mine aside on the end table, rose, and then offered her my hand. She took it and I pulled her gently to her feet. She stepped in slightly closer than necessary, and the bubbling desire I’d had for her all evening grew.
“Thank you for helping me with my groceries, fixing my disposer, and especially dinner. It was delicious.”
“You’re welcome.”
In the instant before I was going to lean in for a kiss, she turned away. I again hid my disappointment as I led her out and walked her to her door. She unlocked it, opened it slightly, and then turned to face me, her face tipped up in expectation.
I could think of no clearer invitation. “I’m going to kiss you,” I murmured after a heartbeat.
She didn’t move and I leaned down. I paused for a pair of heartbeats, my lips almost touching hers, to give her a chance to turn away. When she didn’t, I closed the remainder of the distance to take her lips in a slow caress. She was perhaps eight or nine inches shorter than my own six feet, and as she melted into me, I pulled her tighter, enjoying the feel of her body against mine. I kept the kiss brief, and though the kiss was by no means innocent, I didn’t slobber all over her. She sighed softly as our lips parted. After a moment she took a half-step back as her gaze held mine.
“Would you like to come in?” she breathed.
I couldn’t stop my smile.
I slowly opened the door wider as I backed into my apartment. I’d sensed Mark’s intent to kiss me when we stood in his apartment, and when the kiss came at my door, he hadn’t disappointed. His kiss had been electrifying. It’d been so long since I’d been kissed like that, and I wanted more… much more. He followed me into my apartment and gently closed the door behind him, his gaze never leaving mine, and I thrilled with the desire I saw in his eyes. I stepped in close again and he wasted no time pulling me firmly into his hard body as his lips took mine.
I opened my mouth in invitation as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself tighter against him as our tongues danced, the feel of his turgid member trapped between our bodies causing my desires to race. I’d never had a white man before, and I hoped, desperately hoped, the perception that white men couldn’t fuck wasn’t true.
He picked me up, turned, and pressed me against the door, his cock grinding against my womanhood as I wrapped him with my legs. I moaned into his mouth, praying the stereotype of white men having little cocks was also untrue. He began griding against me as his lips nuzzled my neck, leaving me squirming and thrusting with desire as I held his lips to my flesh. I was going to fuck him, and keep fucking him, until we were both exhausted and dripping with sweat, and I hoped he had the stamina and skills to back up the promise his body made.
My blood was roaring as pulled back from Breanna’s neck to take her lips again. She kissed me lustily, her hips rocking slowly, her gentle writhing and thrusting enflaming my desire even more. I pulled back from her lips and held her gaze a moment, her eyes speaking clearly of her own desire and, perhaps, challenging me to tame her. I peeled her off the door before slowly lowering her to the floor while continuing to hold her firmly to me.
“I want you,” I murmured.
“I want you,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire.
I took her lips in another torrid kiss, her soft whimper as our tongued dueled making me want to groan with desire. I wadded a hand in her hair to hold her into the kiss, her hips resuming their soft thrusting as she fucked my thigh.
She shoved her way out of the kiss and took a step back, her face hard and her desire clear, before she sidestepped me and slowly walked to her bedroom, never looking back to see it I was following.
Ending Mark’s kiss and pushing my way out of his arms was one of the hardest things I’d never done, but I wanted more… I needed more. I stepped into my bedroom before I turned, a small smile touching my lips as he entered behind me with a noticeable wet spot on the front of his light brown pants.
His erection was clearly visible in his pants, and first appearances suggested I was worried about the size of his manhood for no reason. We stood, staring at each other, his lust plain on his face. As I reached for the buttons on my blouse, he took a quick step toward me, grabbed me, and spun me around before drawing my back into his chest.
I gasped with his sudden gentle violence, but has he held me by my breasts, and his lips nuzzled my neck, I instantly relaxed. I reached between us to grip his rigid member before I began squirming my ass against him. His growl was soft, deep, and sexy as hell as he gently squeezed my breasts before nipping me softly on the neck and then kissing away the sting.
Still wriggling my ass, I added my groan of desire to the sounds of his passion.
It had been a long time since I desired a woman as much as I did Breanna. I wanted to slow us down, but with her squirming her shapely ass against me as she wrapped my head in her arm to pull my lips to hers, it was impossible.
With our desires spiraling out of control, I kissed her with as much passion as I could muster while gently teasing her hardening nipples, her soft moan into my mouth making me ache with desire. Even though we were just getting started, I could feel my orgasm beginning to build already. With a groan of pure frustration, I broke away from our duel of passion and took a half-step back. As she turned to face me, she smiled.
Her smile made it clear she knew she’d won our first contest of the night. I smiled in return, knowing I may have lost the first battle, but I was a long way from losing the war. Our gazes locked, we said nothing as we began to undress, tossing our clothes carelessly aside, our coverings no longer a concern once they were moved from our bodies.
I finished first, and I waited as she suddenly slowed, teasing me with anticipation as she incrementally revealed the last of her beauty. I guessed her age to be approximately the same as my own, and a small smile came to my lips. She was a goddess in the full bloom and confidence of womanhood. She was, without question, the most desirable woman I’d ever been with, or likely ever would.
Her smile called to me like a siren and I moved close, drawn to her like ancient sailors. I pulled her to me, her body soft and warm as I took her lips and made them mine. As we kissed, she reached between us to smear the slickness from my leaking cock. Unable to prevent it, I slowly pumped my hips, fucking her tightly clenched fist as our kiss became torrid.
With another growl of frustration and pent up desire, I broke from our kiss a second time. I was done letting her control me. I swiped her hand from my cock before I squatted and picked her up. With her clinging to me, I crossed the three steps to her bed and tossed her gently onto it. She started to kick back to the center, but I grabbed her hips and dragged her back to the edge.
I settled to my knees at the edge of the bed. It was time for me to man up and give this amazing woman the pleasure she deserved. She smiled at me as she propped up on elbows, watching and waiting for me to make my next move.
Mark made me feel desired in a way I hadn’t felt in such a long time, and I thrilled with the experience. He was softly manhandling me, his gentle domination causing my heat to rise even higher. I’d never coveted a man as much as I did this man now.
He was no musclebound brute, but his well-developed chest, arms, and legs, along with his flat, taut stomach, called to me. Best of all was his cock. His shaft was steel hard, harder than any cock I’d touched in years, and it was weeping with desire for me. He wasn’t porn star huge, but there certainly wasn’t anything for him to be ashamed of between his legs. He was easily as well-endowed as any man I’d been with, and I ached to feel his hardness between my thighs.
I gasped with surprise and excitement as he quickly dragged me back to the edge of the bed. I opened myself to him, craving his cock inside me, but he surprised me by slowly dropping to the floor, his mischievous smile promising me great pleasure. I wanted to watch, I had to watch, and I propped myself up on elbows as he began to lick and kiss my flower. He started slowly, gently, but with my first hard, loud moan, his kissing and licking became more ardent.
“Oh… fuck,” I moaned to myself as my head tipped back, my eyes closed, as he devoured me.
I’d had my pussy licked plenty of times, but I’d either forgotten how good it was, I was more desperate than I realized, or Mark had exceptional skill. I fell from my elbows, and writhed in sweet agony, moaning and gasping as I alternately pushed at his head or pulled his lips tighter, unable to decide if I needed relief from, or more of, his ministrations.
I couldn’t remain still. My groans of sensual anguish grew louder with every flick of his tongue, with every gentle pinch or pull of his lips. Battling my rising pleasure, I began to flail, sometimes grabbing his head to pull his mouth tight, sometimes pushing him away, sometimes reaching over my head as if straining for a saving hand, sometimes twisting the bed’s linens in my fists, sometimes trying to squirm away, but through it all, he pleased me with his mouth like no man before him.
I began to keen as a world-shattering orgasm began to close in around me, wrapping me in pleasure I could scarcely contain. My keen became louder as I wrapped my hands in his hair and pulled his mouth tighter to my pussy as I began to hiss and snarl through bared and clenched teeth. I needed to come, I needed to come more than I needed to breath, but the pleasure only rose higher as I began to curl in on myself.
Then, like the sudden parting of a tightly stretched cord, the threads holding back my orgasm failed and my rapture washed over me like an all-consuming tsunami. My hissing snarls became a soft wail as I flopped back to the bed, my back now arching in the opposite direction as I forced my head hard back into the bed and twisted to one hip… and still he licked me. I began to thrash with the most exquisite of tortures, my body no longer mine to control… and still he licked me. I began slapping at his head, desperate to be free of the mind twisting pleasure of his lips and tongue… and still he licked me. I tried to fight my way out his grip, pushing and shoving as I strove to kick myself farther into the bed, farther from his devastating mouth… and still he licked me.
“Fuck! Stop! Please! Stop! I can’t take it anymore!” I begged as I struggled against man and pleasure, only to be overwhelmed by both.
Then he was gone, leaving me a shuddering wreck as I grunted and jerked, my body overloaded and unable to contain the bliss pinballing through me.
I rose to my feet, watching as Breanna jerked and grunted, her face twisted with profound pleasure. Her squirming and moaning as I ate her had set me on edge, my cock aching with hardness and need, and I smiled to myself as she finally relaxed with long blow from puffed lips. With a soft groan, her eyes lazily opened, and I stepped between her legs before bending over to kiss her slowly and deeply while pressing my cock against her pussy.
“Sweet Jesus… I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard,” she purred as our lips slowly parted.
“Anything to please the lady,” I murmured, allowing plenty of teasing smugness in my voice.
“You did,” she breathed as she pulled my lips back to hers.
She began to work her hips, clearly trying to steer me inside. “Just a moment,” I whispered as our lips parted. I tried to pull from her embrace to retrieve one of the condoms from my pants pocket, but she refused to let me go.
“Are you clean?”
I held her gaze for a long moment. “Yes.”
“So am a I… and I’m on the pill.”
We were silent for a moment, our lips only millimeters apart, our gazes unflinching. “Are you sure?” I finally asked.
“Yes,” she confirmed with a nod. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
I bought my lips back to hers as we began adjusting our positions slightly, and I slid into her womanly pleasures with soft moan of my own. I held myself deep and hard, our kiss growing more heated with each passing moment. It had been a long time, not since Kim, that I’d fucked a woman as nature intended. I pulled back before pushing into her again. She shoved my lips from hers before pulling them into her neck as she sighed hard and deep.
I shifted my hands, allowing my weight to settle fully on her as I gripped her ass, but she seemed to want more, her arms going around my back to pull me tighter still. I pulled back and rammed my cock into her harder.
“God… that feels good,” she cooed.
I growled into her neck as I began driving into her with a slow, deep thrusts. “Fuck… you’re tight!” I hissed, fighting my urge to pound into her furiously until I came. I’d been fantasying about this moment for months, and I wasn’t going to rush to the finish.
Her soft, deep moan as I plunged into her set me on edge. “Harder,” she breathed. “Fuck me harder.”
I began pounding into her wetness with greater speed and power, her moans becoming longer and louder. My control was being tested like rarely before, but I wasn’t going to go down without a fight. I pounded into her for a long moment until I sensed my hold over my orgasm starting to slip. To stall my rising need, I rammed myself deep and ground into her hard as I kissed her furiously.
As our lips parted, I pulled out before stepping past her and pulling the two pillows on her bed to me. Lifting her ass, I slipped the pillows under her, the cushions raising her womanhood to the perfect height. Draping her legs over my shoulders, I slipped into her again, moaning softly with my passage as I again made her mine.
Mark’s cock was perfectly sized, filling me completely but not hurting, taking me to the edge of pain where the peak of pleasure was found. With my hips propped on a pillow, he plunged into me, his cock stretching me as I wanted to be stretched, touching me where I wanted to be touched.
“Oh God! You’re so deep!” I keened softly as he gripped my legs tightly to his chest and began thrusting into me with beautiful savagery.
He began pounding into me more feverishly still, his back arching as he held my legs tight, his face twisting with lust and pleasure, his mouth opening as he tilted his head back and roared softly at the ceiling, his muscles bulging and taut with his furious effort.
I twisted onto my hip, unable to remain still, the sensation of his cock plunging into me with near manic speed and power exquisite in the extreme. He moved with me, dropping one of my legs before adjusting his position, placing one knee on the edge of the bed as he straddled my leg and rammed his cock deep again. I wailed, the change in position causing his cock to caress my pussy in a new and exciting way.
“Fuck! Just like that! Fuck that pussy just like that!” I begged softly as I clawed at the bed before biting my comforter to prevent myself from screaming with lust and pleasure.
Growling low and deep in his chest, he held my upper leg tight against his chest as he fucked me like an overrevved machine. I’d never been fucked in this position before and I began spooling up for another massive orgasm.
“Fuck!” he barked as he threw himself back, panting as he stared at me with lust filled eyes, his body beginning to glow with sweat. “You almost made me come!”
His admission pleased me. As my marriage began to fail, Terrone and I rarely had sex, and when we did, he often couldn’t come or stay hard. It made me feel unwanted and unattractive, but Mark’s struggle against his own lust, and his clear desire to please me, made me feel desired and sexy in a way I hadn’t felt in such a long time.
I smiled at him as I kicked myself back in the bed. “You better keep that cock hard because you’re not done,” I purred.
He returned my smile as he crawled into the bed with me. “You got that right,” he rumbled. “We’re nowhere close to done.”
His words caused me to flash hot as I opened my legs to him again, but he had other ideas. Gripping my hips, he flipped me to my stomach before pulling me back and up onto my knees. As I braced on hands and knees, he held my hips tightly as he positioned himself behind me. With a deep and sexy grunt, he lunged into me again, my own soft bark of pleasure mingling with his.
He stroked into me slowly at first, but as I pushed back against him, wanting to feel him as deep as possible, he leaned over my back, braced on my hips, and exploded into motion.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I muttered, the caress of Breanna’s pussy as I hammered into her causing my lust to overwhelm me.
I’d caught a glimpse of us in her dresser mirror, her full breasts rippling and swinging with every hard impact of my hips against her ass, her face twisted with pleasure, her mouth open slightly as if she were about to scream with ecstasy. I wanted to look away, I needed to look away, the pleasure written on her face as I pistoned into her causing my need to rapture to rise faster than I could control… but I couldn’t seem to tear my gaze from the mirror, the expression on her face holding me as if in a trance.
“Oh God! That’s it! Right there! Don’t stop! Harder! Fuck me harder!” she whimpered.
Her words snapped the spell she’d cast over me and I closed my eyes, trying desperately to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure washing over me as I began pounding into her as hard and fast as I could, hoping I could finish her before I succumbed to my own bliss.
“I’m going to come!” she hissed. “You’re making me come!”
“Come on! Come on! Come!” I snarled over the fast, staccato slap of flesh against flesh, her announcement increasing my own excitement. “Fuck! I’m going to come!”
She was quiet for a long moment before she groaned hard and deep as she lunged away from me and then collapsed to the bed on her side.
I let her go. I was only scant moments from coming myself, and I hovered on the precipice. Panting and growling, I gripped my cock tightly as my will engaged my body in battle, the victor uncertain, until my resolve to hold my orgasm began to carry the day and my impending rapture started to slowly fade.
Realizing I wasn’t going to come, I rolled Brenna to her back and plunged my first two fingers into her womanhood. Propped beside her on my knees, one hand pressed firmly into the mattress on the other side of her body for support and to hold her in place, I hissed and snarled with barely contained lust as I watched her face twist with renewed rapture. She wailed as I finger fucked her furiously, her wetness splattering with the feverish motion of my hand, until she barked loudly and twisted away from me to return to her side.
Gasping for breath, I wiped the sweat from my face as I gently returned her to her back before lowering my lips to hers for a long, deep, kiss.
I lunged for Mark’s lips, desperately needing to taste them. He kissed me deeply, passionately, as his fingers slowly danced in my wetness.
“Did you come?” I breathed as our lips slowly parted. I’d been so blinded by pleasure I didn’t know anything after he said he was about to climax.
“No,” he whispered as he took my lips again.
Though his chest was still heaving, and his body was glowing with sweat, his cock remained at rigid attention, and it was clear he still had more to give. Who said white guys can’t fuck?
“You will,” I growled as our lips parted, my desires returning. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard.”
“Maybe I’ll make you come again,” he sneered in return.
I wanted to groan with his words, my challenge and his counter challenge going straight to my pussy. I was done, finished, unable to come again, but I was going to finish him if it killed me. I pushed him onto to his back as I swung a leg over his hips and held his cock erect.
“Oh… fuck,” I murmured as I lowered myself over him, watching as his member disappear into me. “Maybe you will,” I purred, knowing I couldn’t, but trying to use my words as spurs to drive him headlong into his own rapture.
With a deep and sexy growl, he pressed his head hard backwards into the bed to thrust his chest higher, his hands gripping my breasts as his fingers teased my nipples to aching hardness.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he snarled as I began to move, rocking my hips as I braced on his chest with stiff arms and stared into his beautiful eyes.
His face flushed, his sweaty body turning me on at a deep and profound level, I fell across his chest, wanting to feel his damp flesh against mine, taking his lips as I began slamming my pussy over his manhood as energetically as I could.
“Fuck, you feel so good!” I hissed as his rod churned my butter.
He said nothing, his face hard, his eyes full of lust as he watched my face. I fucked him for a long moment as he alternately bared his teeth with sexy hisses, snarls, and groans, or opened his mouth as if to scream with pleasure. He gripped my head and forced me upright again, bracing me on his sweaty arms as I rocked my hips fast and hard, gripping his arms to lock us together, no quarter asked or given in our contest of pleasure.
“Fuck!” he snarled as he dropped me to his chest and wrapped me up in his strong arms, holding me tight as he planted his feet and began driving his cock into me with intent.
I couldn’t contain the sounds of my pleasure as a soft moan escaped me. “Do it! Fuck me!”
“I’ll fuck you!” he snarled as he drew me higher up on his body to nurse on my breast while his cock furiously battered my pussy’s walls. I was starting to sweat, and that made the experience even more erotic.
“Fuck that pussy! Fuck that pussy good!” I growled as I wrapped his head in an arm to hold his lips to my breast.
“Fuck! Fuck! I’m going to fucking come!” he snarled as he lunged deep into my canal and held himself there while pressing down on my ass with his hands.
“Do it! Shoot your come into me!”
“No!” he growled, his teeth bared. “Not yet! I’m not done fucking you yet!”
I groaned with frustration. I wanted him to keep fucking me, to fuck me and never stop, but I knew I’d start drying soon, and I wanted, desperately wanted, to feel his wetness splash inside of me. I began working my hips, trying to drive him over the edge.
“Fuck! Stop! You’re making me come!” he snarled, his face a mask of lust and desire, of pain and pleasure, as he pushed up harder with his legs while holding my pussy more firmly over his cock.
We strained against each other for a moment, locked in a battle of lust, before he twisted and dumped me to the bed. He tumbled me so my back was to him before he gripped me tightly to his chest and pulled me over him as he rolled to his back again.
I pulled Breanna onto my chest, my cock between her legs and rubbing against her pussy lips as she squirmed her hips. She reached between her thighs, grabbed my eager cock, and steered it into her waiting pussy. She twisted sideways at the waist to lay askew across my chest, her head on my shoulder as she turned her head hard to the side, placed her hand on my head, and drew my lips to hers.
Gripping her hip with one hand, I began rocking my hips as she squirmed her ass, her breasts sloshing seductively with our motion. Still kissing furiously while holding her in place by her hip, I reached over her other hip with my free hand to tease her button, her sharp intake of breath my reward. We moaned into each other’s mouths as our tongues dueled, our sweat slickened skin allowing us to move against each other with ease.
“Oh… God… your cock feels so fucking good,” she whimpered as she began squirming and thrusting with more enthusiasm.
“Oh shit… oh shit… oh shit… oh shit,” I chanted softly as I stilled my hips. I’d been fighting my orgasm for the past eternity, and I was losing my hold. “Fuck! Your pussy feels too good! I’m going to fucking come!” I snarled before she pulled my lips to hers for another torrid kiss.
His finger on my clit, the feel of his muscular arms holding me tight, the sweat of his skin, his furious kissing, and most especially his cock plumbing my depths, was winding me tighter and tighter. With Mark’s announcement that he was about to come, he first tried to still my hips, then failing that, he tried to dislodge me, but I resisted his attempts to gain relief and we moaned as one as I continued to wriggle and squirm on his cock. Our sensual struggle as I attempted to drive him into orgasm while he fought to prevent it was incredibly exciting, and our erotic sparring ignited a potential orgasm within me.
“Not yet!” I begged, reaching for my climax as I strained against his attempts to stop me from fucking him. “I might come again!”
“I’m going to come!”
“Not yet! Please don’t come!”
“If you don’t stop I’ll come!”
“I can’t stop… but don’t come!” I begged before pulling his lips to mine again.
I was losing my grip on my orgasm. I’d tried to stop her fucking me, but she’d resisted with enough ferocity I was concerned I might hurt her with my attempts to overpower her.
“You’re making me come!” I snarled as I continued to try to slow or stop her gyrating hips without using excessive force.
“Don’t come! Not yet! My pussy needs to fuck your cock!”
I bellowed my sensual agony to the room. “My cock can’t take your pussy anymore!”
“Don’t you fucking come!”
I couldn’t believe the things I was saying, but I was awash with lust and the words were spilling out of me without thought. Never had I been wound so tight as I was just then, Mark’s soft cries of erotic anguish drawing my own climax close.
“Shit! Fuck! I’m coming! Your pussy is making my cock come!” he wailed as his hand left my hip to grip my breast.
I felt him splash into me, the sudden hot wetness the push I needed to begin tipping me into my orgasm.
“I’m going to come! I’m going to keep fucking your cock until I come!”
I emptied myself into her, my cock burning its entire length with each powerful expulsion of my essence. I released Breanna’s button and gripped her breasts as I began lunging my cock into her as hard and fast as I could, bellowing in exquisite torture as I battled my orgasm in a desperate attempt to finish her.
Mark roared as he held me to his chest by my breasts, his cock plunging into me furiously, inching, inching, inching me nearer to my climax.
“That’s it! Don’t stop! Keep fucking my pussy and don’t stop until you make my fucking pussy come!” I cried, adding my voice to his.
I twisted my face to his and he took my lips in a blistering kiss, our tongues dancing furiously as we writhed in erotic battle.
Breanna suddenly stiffened, her hand gripping my hair with near painful intensity as she held my lips to hers… until with an explosive gasp, she began to quiver. She keened softly as she levered her hips up, pulling my cock from inside her as her arms flailed, slapping and clawing at air and our heads as her kiss became desperate and overheated.
With the sudden relief from the brain melting pleasure of her pussy caressing my over stimulated cock, I regained control of my body. Trapped in the throes of lust unlike I’d ever experienced before, I could think only of fucking her, of giving her even more pleasure while listening to her cries of ecstasy.
“You want your fucking pussy to come! I’ll make it fucking come!” I snarled into her face as I reached between her legs to finger her clit furiously.
I wailed the moment Mark’s finger touched my button, and I began to buck and thrust, franticly trying to free myself from his touch, the sensations of his rapidly stroking finger too intense to bear.
“Fuck!” I howled loudly as I threw myself off his chest with desperate strength.
My chest heaving, I lay in the destroyed bed, gasping for breath, still occasionally shivering with the aftershocks of perhaps the hardest orgasm of my life. As I slowly began to recover, I became away of the droplets of sweat rolling down my sides before disappearing into the damp linens.
With a groan, I rolled and reached for Breanna.
I was completely, utterly, perfectly wrecked. I’d never come three times before, and what had started as a deeply satisfying orgasm had exploded into another brain damaging world-ender with the touch of Mark’s finger. He tugged at me gently, and I realized that I’d somehow ended up backwards in the bed.
With a moan, I rolled to him.
Still gasping and panting, I tugged on Breanna, wanting to feel her in my arms. She slowly rolled in the bed, but then smiled as she gripped my still hard cock and pulled it to her lips. The sensations were too intense, and I snarled in erotic agony as I pulled my manhood from her mouth and held the head protectively in my fist. Her smile spread as she looked up at me while slowly pulling my hand away.
“I want to feel your cock between my tits,” she cooed as she turned and scooted down in the bed before wrapping my member in the valley of her breasts.
“Fuck,” I breathed as I slowly slid my cock between her delectably soft mounds.
I was fortunate that after I came it often took several minutes for me to soften. Growling softly, I slowly fucked her oh so lovely breasts as our previously out-of-control lust faded.
As our flesh began to lose its slickness, I pulled her from my still rigid cock to bring her lips to mine, feeling a bit sheepish over my language at the end as she shredded me with pleasure and lust. I hoped I hadn’t said something she found distasteful. I knew some women didn’t like dirty pillow talk, while others didn’t mind it. I barely knew Breanna and I hoped the fact that she’d started the dirty talk meant she was the latter and not the former.
Draped over his chest, my legs either side of his hips with his still hard cock pressed between our bodies, Mark kissed me slowly, deeply, passionately. After surviving my first two, earth-shattering climaxes, my third orgasm had devastated me, leaving me with only enough strength to suck his cock or wrap his rod in my breasts as our lust slowly drained out of us. I couldn’t explain why, but I was thrilled that he was still hard and yet seemed to be as wrecked as I was.
I slowly pulled back from the kiss, more satisfied than I could ever recall being. “Was it good for you?” I whispered, hoping I’d pleased him as much as he’d pleased me.
“Not good… fantastic…” he whispered before pulling my lips back to his.
I smiled as I slowly pulled away from his lips, glad I was able to give him as much pleasure as he’d given me. “Yes… it was.”
I snuggled in on his chest, comfortable and relaxed, smiling as he wrapped me in his arms and slowly caressed my back. My only regret was tomorrow was Wednesday, and we wouldn’t be able to spend the rest of the night, and all the next day, fucking our brains out.
I sighed. I hoped Breanna would let me stay, but I wanted to give her the out. “We forgot the spaghetti sauce,” I murmured.
“So?”
“Do you want me to go get it?”
“Fuck the sauce.”
I snickered, causing her to bounce on my chest. She clearly didn’t seem to mind a bit of rough language when appropriate. “I’d rather fuck you again.”
“I’d prefer that too.”
I tugged her lips to mine, taking them in a long, gentle kiss. “Dinner tomorrow?” I whispered as our lips parted.
“I’d love to. I’ll cook… you can provide dessert,” she murmured as she wriggled her hips. She paused for a moment before bringing her lips close to mine. “Want to join me for breakfast in the morning?”
“I’d like that.” A faint smile touched my lips, and I decided to continue with the eating analogies. “I think after all this exercise, I might be hungry a little later and will want to eat something. You interested in joining me?”
“Funny… I was just thinking the same thing,” she purred as her lips slowly closed over mine.