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(Note: All characters are at least 18 years old. This story is mostly erotic with some softer tones. Feedback welcome, comments appreciated. Enjoy!)
I pull into my driveway and shut off my car with a tired sigh. I walk up to my front door and unlock it, shutting it behind me with a quiet click of the handle. I look up and wait a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dark inside my home, but as I wait, my eyes pick up a slight luminous glow from a doorway down the hall. For a moment I stand there trying to think if I had any visitors, but nothing came to mind. After another moment of confusion, I look back to the lit doorway and my body tenses up. Before me stands the hazy form of a disheveled woman I never thought I’d see again. She is half asleep and her normally silky brown hair is frizzled and on ends about her head. She wears a shirt much too big for her and it hangs on her in odd angles. Though the shirt covers most of her slim body in baggy layers of cloth, it still serves to accentuate her curves: It hangs from one shoulder, across her firm breasts, and drops from her flared hips as she wonders slowly into my view, her head hanging in exhaustion.
I set my jacket and keys down as I walk towards her, a slight smile tugging at my lips as she looks up at me, her glossy purple eyes betraying her absolute need for rest. “Hey beautiful.” I greet her softly. She gives me a sleepy smile and shambles towards me slowly, her feet dragging over the wooden floors with a slight rustle. I reach towards her and my arms wrap around her slim waist and I pull her into me gently. She mewls softly in protest, like a kitten. It melts my heart, but I make sure my face remains composed despite my overwhelming need for her, body and mind. I feel the need for her like a glowing red knot in my chest, writhing around itself in desperation. But I hold it there. That need cannot come to the surface. I can’t let her see what she does to me.
After a moment I bend down, wrap an arm behind her legs and pick her up, carrying her to the couch and letting her rest in my lap as I sit and hold her. I let my hands drift across her stomach in a slow circular massage. I know she loves this kind of massage and she reaffirms this knowledge with soft, relaxed moans. I’ll ask her what brought her back in the morning, but I already know. Another bad relationship, another bruise on her heart. I grimace inside but I move my hands from her stomach to her chest as my fingers continue their slow trek across her skin. Despite knowing that i could make her feel even better, I never let my fingers graze her breasts: I work around them, slowly, methodically. Maybe that only brought her attention to the fact that I was skipping them, but I don’t know. Eventually she relaxes enough to sleep and I hear her breathing slow, her muscles unclench, as she slips into sleep and I wrap my arms around her, my hands again coming to rest on her stomach with my fingertips just brushing her bellybutton and I hold her silently, her forehead resting over my heart as she falls asleep.
Sometime during the night she had rolled onto her side and thrown her leg over my waist, her ankle hooking on my thigh as she curled her hands together between my chest and hers. I lifted my slightly shaking hand and gently cupped her knee with a shiver: It was just surreal seeing her like this, feeling her so close. I looked at her in that moment and I just knew that I truly loved her. I lay there with her until I see the sun peaking through my window and I gently slip out from her grasp. I bite my lip and watch her, stone-still, when she frowns and groans in her sleep, her body curling into itself. My shoulders drop and my head tilts as my eyes soften. I reach up and pull down a blanket thrown over the back of the couch and drape it over her. She clasps one corner of the blanket in her small, delicate hand and brings it closer to her as I stand and walk into the kitchen, a smile making my lips twitch.
After a while I come back into the living room and set down a small tray with bacon, homemade biscuits, eggs and a slice of ham piled on a plate with a mug of coffee and a fork to complete the set. I sit against the arm of the couch and turn slightly, my fingers brushing a lock of hair away from her eyes. I smile as she groans quietly, her lips pursing. I lean forward and lightly kiss her forehead then lean back again as her eyes open slightly.
“Good morning sleepyhead.” I whisper. She opens her eyes wider and looks at me, then to the tray of food and smiles beautifully.
“Is this for me?” She wonders. I nod and drag it a little closer as my fingertips close around a piece of bacon. I bring it up to her lips and smile.
“Open up sweety.” Her eyes widen, then she gives me a small smile and parts her lips as I slowly feed her the bacon. When she reaches the end of the bacon slice, I move to get another, but her hand darts out and catches my wrist swiftly.
I raise my eyebrows at her and she stares into my eyes as she eryaman rus escort gently licks the bacon grease off my finger. I watch her lips close around my finger and shudder slightly, my eyes drifting half-closed with desire, but I blink away the haze and pull back slightly, my finger slipping away from her lips as I reach for another slice of bacon. I still don’t want her to know how I feel. Not yet. Not now. I won’t tell her when she still hurts from whatever the last heartless fool did to her. Always, I’ve been there for her, comforted her, helped her heal, but in the back of my mind I am wondering. I wonder at her strength, I wonder at her loving heart, but I wonder most of all: How long can she keep doing this to herself? In the back of my mind I wonder what would happen if I told her. If I let her know how I feel about her. But reason returns, as it is oft to do. I will not risk our friendship. I will continue being her little rock in the storm of her life. I will be there for her, always. No matter how much it hurts to stand by.
I blink away my thoughts as I realize she’s been watching me this entire time. I smile awkwardly. “Sorry. Off in my own world there.” She smiles just a little.
“I could tell.” She mutters softly. I blush and look down at the plate of food and to my surprise, she’s eaten everything already. I look back up to her and raise my brows.
“Apparently I was there for a while, huh?” I wonder aloud. Her light laugh makes me smile.
“Yeah. But it was interesting watching you think.” She says. I chuckle.
“Yeah?” I ask. She nods and smiles again.
“Yeah. What were you thinking about so hard?” She wonders. I shrug and stand, grabbing the tray as I do.
“Nothing really important. How are you feeling sweety?” I ask over my shoulder as I head to the kitchen. I can hear the couch creak as she stretches and I turn around just in time to see her back arched, her arms clasped above her head. I instantly stop moving and just watch her move. So much like a cat. I lick my suddenly dry lips and turn away again, myself unaware that she had been watching me as I observed her.
I dropped the dishes off in the sink and headed back into the living room only to stop again as though I’d walked into a wall. I was struck speechless. She had climbed off the couch and was pulling the shirt off. I watched her arch, her muscles bunch and relax as she let the shirt drop to the floor. In my haze I hadn’t seen her turn her head just enough to peak over her shoulder.
“Enjoying the show?” She smirked.
I jumped and looked away quickly as a full-body blush turned my skin pink. She laughed softly and put one hand on her hip as she shifts her weight to one leg, accentuating the curve of her hourglass body.
“It’s okay. Sometimes…Sometimes I like putting on a show.” My eyes widen as I sneak a quick glance back at her. Her gaze catches mine and she winks. I blush all the more and twist my lips.
“Do you tease all the guys like this?” I ask. She giggles and her breath grazes my ear as she whispers.
“Only those I really like.” My head snaps back just in time for her soft, lush lips to graze across my cheek. My mouth drops open slightly in shock and she smiles, taking that inadvertent opportunity to kiss me. She leans forward and tilts her head to one side as her lips press into mine, tasting of cherries and lust. She purrs and I groan softly as her tongue wets my lips.
For a moment, she lets the kiss linger, but she pulls away far sooner than I’d like. Her gaze drifts to my lips and she traces a fingertip across them, her own lips parted just slightly as she breathes deeply. I grin devilishly and take her fingertip between my teeth, lightly biting down. She shudders and cups my neck in her palm, pulling me closer, but I clasp her waist in my hands and spin her around before bringing her back into me. Her body molds itself to mine and she moans as my hands cross over her stomach. Her back arches and she purrs as I kiss the side of her neck just above her collarbone. Her ass lightly grinds against my bulge and I can’t help but groan deep in my throat. I smile and slowly, teasingly, kiss up her neck and across her jawline, then to her ear.
“You’re not the only tease in the house, my dear.” I growl as I lightly nibble on the corner of her ear. She trembles. I chuckle darkly and step away from her, pulling off my shirt as I head upstairs. I look over my shoulder at her and smile. “I’m going to take a shower, sweety. Make yourself at home.” She stands in the doorway to the kitchen, her chest rising and falling tantalizingly with her rapid breaths. Her eyes were wide in confusion as my leaving, but a terrible arousal as well. I wink and head into the shower, leaving her to her thoughts.
I leave the bathroom door open only slightly, so I see her when she peaks in, but I know it’s just foggy enough that she can’t make out anything but my hazy silhouette. I chuckle to myself as she moves away again, no doubt going ankara escort bayan back downstairs. Eventually, the water runs cold and I get out, wrapping a towel around my waist and walking out of the restroom in a cloud of steam. I look down to the living room, but see no sign of her. Curious. I shrug and head into my bedroom, absentmindedly pausing before my bed as I think of what to change into. As I ponder what would be most suitable for the obviously steamy night, I hear the slightest scuff behind me and turn, just in time to be tackled back onto my bed. I grunt at the impact and look down to my midriff where she’s now sitting, a triumphant smile stretching her lips. Her glorious body is utterly devoid of clothing. I blink. She grins wider. I clear my throat.
“Umm. What are you doing?” She leans down over me, sliding her hands across my bare chest and past my head so her elbows trap my head between her arms. She leans even farther forward until her lips barely brush mine as she whispers.
“When I said I put on a show for people I like…I didn’t really say how much I like you did I?” My eyes widen. She smiles and closes her eyes as her hands slide into my hair.
“Let me show you just how much I really like you…” She purrs and presses her lips to mine fully as she straddles my waist.
She grinds her body against mine provocatively, her now-bare skin feverishly heated in her desire, her hair tickling my skin as her fingers dig into my hair. I slide my hands down her ribs, my fingernails scratching her skin, and she arches her back, driving her pelvis into mine, which only makes her gasp and arch away. I smile up at her and sit up, wrapping her legs around my waist and my arms around her heaving torso. She groans and tightens her grip on my hair, bringing me back to her fierce kiss as my fingers drag down her back flirtatiously. She breaks the kiss and lets her head fall back as she gasps when I drag a single fingernail down her spine. She shivers in pleasure. I smile and kiss the hollow of her throat then lean forward and press her down into my bed, with her wrists trapped under my hands. She tightens her legs around my waist and bites her lip, her gaze searching mine. I raise a brow. She nods almost imperceptibly. I smile.
“Have you ever heard of the phrase ” ‘Ladies first.’ “, sweety?” I ask. She nods again.
“Well, if we’re gunna do this, you’re first. Can you live with that?” I ask teasingly. She rolls her eyes.
“If I really must.” She sighs dramatically. I chuckle and dip my head down, lightly kissing her nose then her parted lips and down her neck unhurriedly. I sneak a glance at her and lightly bite her neck. She hums and her fingers flex in my hair, not guiding me, but holding. I smile lovingly then kiss across her collarbones and down her chest, occasionally biting her flushed skin. She shivers and her fingers flex again. I kiss around her breasts, deliberately avoiding them in favor of giving her a long, slow lick up the valley between them.
She moans quietly and her teeth catch her bottom lip as she bites into it. I look up at her and grin, knowing she appreciates my efforts. I move to start kissing my way down her smooth stomach but she tugs on my hair until I look back to her. She frowns and shakes her head. “Stop teasing.” She admonishes me as she pulls my head back up to her breasts. She looks at me pointedly and I look back innocently. She rolls her eyes in exasperation. I chuckle and lean forward, staring into her eyes as my lips latch onto her nipple, and she gasps.
I watch her lips twist, her face wincing in pleasure as I gently suck on her nipple, my hands unmoving at her sides. Her body writhes beneath me, her panty-clad pussy grinding on the edge of my towel rhythmically. I keep my gaze on hers as my tongue unhurriedly wraps around her nipple, gently lavishing her breast. She hums, gently digs her nails into my scalp and pulls my lips off of her nipple with a wet pop. I look up at her curiously. She looks back and smiles lustfully. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I grin devilishly and move one hand up her side to her lonesome breast, my fingers teasing across her nipple as it perks up, wanting.
“I don’t think so.” I growl. She moans lightly.
“Mmm…Nevermind.” I smirk and move my other hand up to gently graze her wettened nipple as I kiss down her stomach at a leisurely pace, letting her focus on the pleasure concentrated on her chest. I look up at her as I reach her bellybutton. She leans up on her elbows and looks down at me, her eyes wide. I stop. Her eyes are darkened not in pleasure, but fear. She digs her fingers into the blanket, grabbing fistfuls of the material.
“I know I asked for this but…I-I don’t know.” She whimpers. I instantly crawl back up her body so I can look into her eyes.
“You know I would never do anything you don’t want me to. I want to do this for you, but I won’t force you.” She sighs and hugs me, tears slipping down her cheeks.
“I elvankent escort bayan want you to. I really do…I just…” She drifts off. I push her back gently and wipe her tears off her cheeks, smiling at her softly.
“Do you trust me?” I ask. She bites her bottom lip and nods slowly. I smile and kiss her trembling lips.
“Just tell me if I do something you don’t want, okay?”. She takes a deep breath and nods again. I press her back into the bed and kiss her again.
“Just relax baby. Close your eyes.” She closes her eyes tensely. I press my fingers against her collarbones. “Feel my fingers. Let everything else disappear but my fingers, and my voice.” I tell her.
She purses her lips and nods, slowly relaxing as my fingers move, seemingly of their own accord, down over her breasts, down her stomach, slowly, oh so slowly. I watch her carefully as my fingers crawl nearer her hips. My fingers move even slower and her body flexes under my touch. I smile and slip my fingers over her panties and down her long legs to her thighs. She shivers.
“Breathe for me. In, and out. In, and out.” She follows this rhythm as my palms flatten on her skin and slowly inch down her inner thighs. I let my breath flow across her skin as they pass. “Feel my breath on your skin. Feel the touch of my fingers. Everything else is a dream…” She nods and shivers as her mind captures the feelings and amplifies them. I smile.
“There you go. Just like that. Now, I’m going to take off your panties.” I let my voice dip into a relaxing purr and she trembles. I slowly slip my fingers into her panties and inch them off. Her thighs close slightly and I stop until she hums and relaxes again.
“I feel it.” She tells me. I smile, but say nothing as I pull her panties further away from her core. Her fists clench, but this time in pleasure. I look up at her and smile softly, looking back down as her feet lift and her panties leave her body bare. I lie down between her legs and give her thighs feather-light kisses. She moans softly and her right foot raises itself to rest on my back. Her left soon follows suit as I kiss my way unhurriedly down her thighs. I look up at her and smile as I see her face is a mask of pleasure. I look to the junction between her legs and lean forward slowly, my tongue darting out to give her pussy one long, thorough lick.
She cries out and her arms fly out to her sides, her fists curling into the blanket as she writhes. I look up at her with hooded eyes as my tongue bathes her pussy in long, slow licks. I flatten my tongue against her folds and press gently as my arms curl around her legs to nullify her thrusting hips. She moans and wriggles her hips, trying to inch closer and I smile, letting my tongue curl up so it’s tip presses on the little bud of her clitoris as it peers out from it’s shelter. She freezes, her body tense and hard as stone. I feel her pussy flex and tremble with her climax as her juices flow and I tilt my head back down, my tongue scooping up her liquid pleasure. I hum. She tastes sweet, vibrant and a little tangy. I smile. and give her folds a delicate kiss. She moans and her hands clench. I pull away slightly and watch her ride the waves of pleasure in her veins. I let my cheek rest on her knee and look down at her pussy as my fingers gently caress her tender folds. She twitches and moans quietly. I smile again.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” I ask. She shakes her head slowly.
“Hmmm…” Is all she replies.
I chuckle and lean back down between her legs, slow enough that she can’t feel it, and look up at her mischievously. “Now, for round two…” I mutter.
She doesn’t realize what I said until it’s too late, but she sits up quickly. “Round t-…” Her words are cut off in a squeal as my tongue plunges into her pussy, her folds parting around my tongue as I press it deeper into her. She gasps loudly and falls back onto the bed, her breathing heavy, her body arching as she presses her feet against my back. The muscles in her legs clench and her pussy pulses rhythmically as my tongue worms around inside her. I watch her body writhe and buck, but I pull away after a few moments. She breathes deeply then presses her hands into the bed and starts sitting up again.
“What the h-” She starts, but again her words are cut off as I press a finger against her tender folds. Her eyes widen and she starts shaking her head. “Oh you are so mean to me!” She whimpers. I smile and slowly press my finger past tight entrance and further inside. Her eyes close and her mouth drops open, small gasps slipping out as she breathes through the pleasure. My finger slips ever deeper inside her and I curl it upwards slightly, searching for her g-spot. It’s not long before I find it, and the moment my finger presses against it, her body arches almost double, her feet digging hard into my back.
I smile to myself as I head her gasping for air, and my gaze flicks up towards where her face would be, were it not for her full breasts blocking the view. I hum with arousal as I take in the arch of her body, like that of a crescent moon. As her body starts to settle into the slow rhythm of pleasure from her g-spot, I take her by surprise and add a second finger to her tightly clenching pussy.
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