Her Last Love Affair (8 page)

“Okay,” he said, nodding his understanding, but eagerly
awaiting her next words.

“Beyond that,” she sighed. “We don’t have to give it a
label, do we?” she suggested.

“Allie,” Reece shook his head, his hands slowly leaving her
body altogether. “I’ve never been a one night stand kind of guy.” He wasn’t
able to look at her as he spoke, knowing that his control would evaporate the
moment he did. “I mean…” he added, taking a small step back.

“It’s not a one night stand,” she quickly reminded him.
“We’re not strangers and we’ve done this before.”

“I know.” Swallowing a large lump in this throat, Reece
glanced up at the hallway’s cream ceiling. “I think that makes it worse,” he
sighed. “It could never just be sex with you, Allie.”

Sensing that she was losing him to chivalry, Allie realized
she was going to have to stop trying to win this game with a battle of words.
Lunging forwards, she quickly grabbed his waistband and tugged him towards her.
Using both hands, she hurriedly set about unfastening his pants.

“Allie,” Reece half-heartedly argued, his fingers moving
down to grasp hers. “I don’t want us to do something you’ll regret in the
morning.”

She fought against him, moving one hand quickly to avoid him
and then returning to her task. “Trust me,” she insisted. “I know exactly what
I’m doing.”

“Al-” Reece attempt to say her name was halted as her
fingers crept between the gap in the thick denim and clasped his semi-erect
shaft. “Oh, God,” he gasped, when her hand enclosed his thickness.

“I regret the fact that we didn’t do this more,” she told
him, her tone sultry and soft as her hand slowly began to move up and down his
length. “I regret that I never did this,” she added, easing him through the
gaping fly, while sliding her back down the door.

Reece watched her settle on her knees with a mixture of
excitement and panic. “We’re in the middle of your hallway, Allie, what if one
of your-” his words, which had been spoken rapidly were brought to a screeching
stop, as the tip of her tongue circle his bulbous tip.

Allie lapped at the clear fluid dripping from him, before
opening her mouth wide and sucking that soft domed head between her lips.
Gradually, she inched further taking more and more of him.

“Oh, God,” Reece whispered, his eyes falling closed. He
lifted his hands to the door, bracing himself at arm’s length.

She had known he was big, but had forgotten just how large.
Having been the first penis she saw in the flesh, she’d had no frame of
reference at the time. Now, especially after the seven lovers she’d recently
had, she fully appreciated Reece’s assets. She guessed he was easily over eight
inches in length and holding her hand around him, her long, slender fingers
barely met, causing her to marvel at how he had not caused her great pain the
first time he’d entered her. 

She knew there was no way she could take all of him in her
mouth, she was not experienced enough in the art of fellatio. However, the
noises coming from above her assured her that she must have been doing
something right.

A stream of nonsense came from Reece’s mouth. “Jesus…Yes….So
good….Ugh….Allie,” he gasped, as her soft, wet tongue traced the thick,
distended vein on the underside of his shaft.

Feeling suddenly more bold, Allie bobbed her head forwards,
releasing a long, low hum as she drew him passed her gag reflex and down into
her throat.

“God!” Reece exclaimed loudly. “Please,” he panted, lowering
his voice, as he was, on some level, still aware of the very public display
they’d make for any of Allie’s neighbors. “You’ve got to stop. I’m so close.”

Allie was tempted to ignore his pleas, part of her wanted to
feel him come in her mouth. However, another part of her wanted to ensure that
the evening didn’t end quite so soon. Slowly, she drew back, letting her tongue
linger over him for much longer than was necessary, before releasing him altogether.
She looked at his member, glistening with her saliva, while she swept the back
of her hand across her mouth.

“Ahh,” Reece sighed in semi-relief and semi-frustration.

When Allie finally looked up, she noticed that his eyes were
closed, his head tilted back, as he gulped in air through an open mouth. The
powerful effect of knowing she had done that to him was unimaginably sexy.
“So,” she drawled saucily, as she gracefully pulled herself upright. “You still
want to go?”

Sensing her movement, Reece opened his eyes and dipped his
head to find her face, beaming up at him. “No,” he shook his head.

“Good,” she nodded, reaching behind her blindly and finding
the doorknob with practiced ease. With a quick twist, she was stepping
backwards into the apartment. She grinned at the picture he made, with his
massive, stiff, wet cock poking out of his pants and a look of pure surrender
on his face. Reaching out, she offered him her right hand.

Without hesitation, Reece grasped her fingers with his own
and happily allowed himself to be tugged into the apartment.

Kicking the door behind them, Allie didn’t let go of Reece’s
hand, but to ensure there would be no more gentlemanly compunctions to spoil
the evening, she also wrapped her free fingers around his shaft. “Come with
me,” she urged, as she lead him towards the bedroom.

Reece followed with a humorous, “Yes ma’am,” while his hand
caressed the tight, ass cheek in front of him. 

As soon as she crossed the threshold of the bedroom, Allie
released Reece and grasped the hem of her shirt with both hands. Quickly, she
whipped it up and over her head, dumping it on the carpet by the foot of the
bed. Her hands just as rapidly reached behind her, unclasping her bra. It too,
was dropped carelessly.

Reece smiled as he watched her, but as she moved to remove
her jeans with the same speed, he shouted, “Woah!” Slowly stepping forwards, he
continued a quieter mantra. “Woah, woah, woah.”

Bewildered, Allie froze. She was frightened that he was
about to become noble on her again, but the condition of his manhood, which
seemed to have become even bigger, suggested not.

“I want to savor this,” he said, his hands reaching out to
her waist. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, his eyes moving leisurely over
her semi-pale torso. His gaze moved up and he lingered over her breasts, the
rigid pink tips and the areola puckered with gooseflesh. Ducking his head to
that sexy, sensitive flesh, he placed his mouth over one of those warm pebbles.

Allie’s hand automatically drifted to the back of his head,
encouraging him. Her fingers tangled in his thick, black hair, as she released
a contended moan. “Reece,” she whimpered.

Too soon, however, he was moving. His mouth trailed kisses
down her body, around the curve of her breast and over her stomach, as he fell
to his knees. When he came to the waistband of her jeans, his hands swept from
her hips to the brass button just beneath her naval. Gradually, he unclasped it
and began to tug the blue jeans over her hips. Reece was met by the powerful
musky aroma of her arousal. Glancing up at her, he found Allie looking back at
him. Her hands were both resting on his head, fingers drawing lazy patterns
over his scalp. Her eyes were pleading with him, but he couldn’t be sure
whether they were desperate for him to continue slowly kissing every inch of
her or to simply hurry up and enter her.

“Reece,” she said, almost too softly to be heard.

Gripping her hips more firmly, Reece’s strong arms propelled
her to the right, until her legs were brushing against the foot of the bed.
Then, with a strong shove, he tossed her onto the mattress.

“Ahh,” she squealed, giggling.

Quickly, he pulled her jeans and her panties down to her
ankles. When his upper body came back up her legs, he gently held her knees and
parted them. Her sex opened like a flower, gleaming with her juices. His eyes
quickly flicked up her body, to find Allie gripping her bottom lip with her
teeth and the bed sheets with a ferocious grasp of her manicured nails.

Gradually, he lowered his mouth to the sweetness that was
calling to him. Gently, he stroked his tongue between her swollen outer lips
and felt her instantly jerk beneath him.

Allie tightened her grip on her lip, until she tasted blood.
She whimpered helpless, her hips flailing restlessly, as Reece continued to
slowly explore her sex. She tried to keep her upper body up, resting on her
elbows, as she became mesmerized by the movement of his head between her legs.
However, as Reece moved to her clitoris and began focusing his attentions
there, Allie felt her strength abandon her and she flopped back onto the bed
like a rag doll. When she felt two, strong fingers enter her, she began mewling
and writhing beneath him, her eyes fluttering closed.

Reece knew she was close and lapped ferociously and firmly
at the tiny bud, as he unhurriedly thrust back and forth with the index and
middle fingers of his right hand. She smelt and tasted sweet and clean, with
just a hint of saltiness. That nectar was flowing so fast and hard that it was
dripping over her buttocks and pooling on the sheet beneath her. Pushing his
face more firmly into her, he moaned, prompting vibrations to rock through her.

Allie opened her mouth and exhaled a breath, trying to cry
out. Instead, nothing erupted forth. She mutely screamed his name, as her
thighs unconsciously clamped his head firmly, holding him in place.

Could This Be Real

A
llie slowly removed herself from the arms of
Morpheus to find her warm pillow moving. It was a small, almost imperceptible
undulation, accompanied by a soft, rhythmic thud against her ear. She recalled
falling asleep to a faster, harder version of that rhythm. Gradually she opened
her eyes and found her hair draped over a tanned chest. As she tried to move,
she realized one of her arms was beneath her, while the other was clinging to
the warm torso, half-beneath her. Her right leg was tossed over another, more
muscular, hairy leg and her inner thigh had something large, warm and flaccid
nestled against it.

“Mmm,” she hummed delightedly, tightening her hold on the
comfortable pillow.

“Hey,” a deep voice, groggy with sleep, muttered above her.

Tilting her head, Allie looked up at Reece and smiled. A few
unruly strands of his thick hair had fallen onto his forehead, this coupled
with the joyful grin on his face, gave him an almost naïve, boyish quality.
Allie wasn’t fooled, however. The events of the night before left no doubt.
Reece was far from naïve, and if Allie had thought he knew his way around a
woman’s body at the age of eighteen, it was nothing to what he seemed to have
learned in the interim.

“Hey,” she responded warmly. Turning, so she was lying more
completely on top of him, she shuffled up his body. “Wow,” she grinned, kissing
his lips briefly.

“Yeah,” he acknowledged, sleepily. “Wow, is right.”

“I would ask where you learned some of those moves,” she
whispered thoughtfully. “But I don’t think I want to know.”

Reece, dropped his head back on the pillow and chuckled.
“It’s not like that,” he insisted. “I mean, I’m not some jerk who-”

Allie silenced him with another kiss, allowing this one to
linger a little longer. “It’s all right,” she said, when she finally pulled
away. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.”

With a nod of understanding, Reece fixed Allie with a
serious expression. “Last night was incredible,” he said.

“For me, too,” she told him, smiling.

“So, umm,” he hesitated. “Can we see each other again?” he
asked, placing his hand at the back of his head and tilting his chin, so he
could watch her reaction.

Allie’s smile faltered. She was so very tempted to say,
‘yes’. She wanted to see Reece again, wanted to spend more nights, like the
last one, with him. She knew, in the seconds after she’d woken, that being with
him had been so very different from the others. Each time with the others,
she’d experienced a thrill, a temporary satisfaction that burned with as bright
a desire almost as soon as the moment passed. With Reece, however, some much
deeper need in her had been quenched. She couldn’t give that need a name, but
she knew it existed.

“Allie,” Reece nudged, nervously waiting for her reply.

“I…” she mumbled, shaking her head, as confused thoughts
warred. One part of her brain screaming at her to see more of him while she
still had the chance, while the other part reminded her not only of the
problems associated with seeing him frequently, but also that she hadn’t yet
fulfilled her goal. There were still three men she’d contacted and had arranged
dates to see, and there were a further four that she remembered and wanted to
track down. “It’s complicated, Reece,” she eventually huffed, rolling off him
and grasping the sheet around her naked torso.

“It’s not,” Reece countered, sitting upright. “It doesn’t
have to be complicated at all. I want to spend more time with you.”

“But my life is so hectic right now,” she told him,
shuffling out of the bed and taking the large sheet with her. Twisting, she
wrapped herself as though she were wearing a toga. “I told you last night, I
can’t think about a relationship right now.”

“I’m not asking you to,” Reece insisted, still sitting on
the bed and making no effort to conceal his nakedness. “Allie, please,” he
said, lifting his palms. “I didn’t want to make you panic, I just wanted to see
you again.”

“You said, it could never just be sex with you and me,”
Allie replied, wandering agitatedly to the foot of the bed.

“It can’t,” he reiterated firmly. “Are you telling me that
last night was nothing but sex to you?” he countered, a dark cloud passing over
his brow.

“No,” Allie responded. “Of course it wasn’t, but…”

“Hey,” he soothed, shuffling off the bed and moving towards
her. “You said we didn’t have to label it, right?”