I Need You (Learning to Let Go) (5 page)

Watching Darrin’s hungry gaze look at her was a heady feeling, making it easy for her to slowly pull her shorts down, leaving her in just her panties. Darrin quickly disrobed as well, wearing just his boxer briefs. His erection almost protruded from the top of the waistband, making Sara shudder when she realized how huge he was; her first-hand knowledge of male anatomy could be counted on one hand. Darrin didn’t notice her trepidation as he quickly pulled his boxers off the rest of the way, his manhood jutting out proudly in front of him.

Sara couldn’t help but turn her gaze away from him, not wanting to stare. From the corner of her eye, she could see that he had reached his hand out for her.

“Come here, Sara.”

Sara closed her eyes as she turned to face him, willing herself to step back towards the blanket. When she took one step forward, Darrin wrapped his massive hand around hers, squeezing her fingers. “Open your eyes, Sara. Please.”

Hearing the strained way he spoke, Sara started to worry that she had done something wrong. She quickly opened her eyes, seeing Darrin looking down at her through hooded eyelashes. The lust he was feeling was evident in the way his shoulders were heaving as he took deep shuddering breaths, his shoulders rising and falling with the effort. “We don’t have to do this tonight, if you’re not ready. We can get dressed, eat our pizza, and we can sit and enjoy the stars.”

Before he had even finished his sentence, he had pulled Sara flush against his body, his erection poking her belly. “I won’t lie…I want you more than my next breath right now, but I can and I
will
wait for you.”

Sara didn’t want to wait. Physically, she was more than ready for this. Emotionally, she knew she was trying to bury long lost demons. Or keep them buried. Either way, she knew that this was a step in the right direction. Darrin wanted her; she wanted him. It was finally the right time.

“No, I’m not waiting any more for this. I need you, Darrin. Please.”

Darrin started to lean down, as Sara reached up on her tiptoes. He was at least a foot taller than she was, making him almost bend at the waist to reach her lips. She giggled despite herself when he leaned down and picked her up in his arms; her legs dangling over his arm as her head was nestled against his chest. He turned around to the blanket, dropped to his knees in the soft sand, and carefully deposited her on the soft Mohave blanket. Darrin crawled in between her parted legs, curled his fingers in the band of her panties, and slid them down her hips until she could shimmy her legs up enough beside him so that they fell off to the side. Slowly leaning forward, he rested his weight on his hands that were resting on either side of her head.

Darrin inched closer to her face as he lowered himself down even further onto his elbows, using his free hand to brush her hair back from her eyes.

“God, you are so beautiful, Sara. I’m one lucky bastard.” He didn’t make a move for long moments, his dark eyes drinking her in. Finally, a smile slowly spread across his face as he slid down her body, softly kissing every inch of her flesh. When he reached her chest, he started to nip and lick at the swells until she was whimpering with need.

Darrin reached down to her center, gently brushing his fingers through the petals of her sex. Sara couldn’t help writhing underneath him, arching her back into his touch. Needing more, Sara tried to grind her clit against his hand, but groaned in frustration when he pulled back. Sitting back on his haunches, Darrin gave her a sinister grin, “You’re that primed, doll baby?”

He gripped his own cock in his hand and began stroking himself up and down before he breathed out in a gusty whisper, “Do you want it right now, or do you want me to torture you some more?”

Sara remembered that Darrin had admitted that she starred in most of his dreams, but she had neglected to tell him that he was the lead in a few of her nighttime fantasies, as well. It had been a long time since she had something satisfying between her legs, and her patience had come to an end.

“No. Please. I need you, Darrin. Now,” she growled.

Darrin leaned over to where his jeans lay, pulling out his wallet and a foil condom packet. It didn’t take him long to unwrap the latex, and roll it over his impressive length. He crawled back over her body, pausing to let his breath tickle her mound. He parted her labia enough to nuzzle her clit quickly as she mewled with need.

“All right, Sara. Hold on,” he chuckled, as he continued to make his way up her body. Darrin used his hand to guide his cock into her aching channel, slowly inching his way inside. He would inch forward, pulling back a bit, before going further. Sara sighed when she could feel his groin pressing against her pelvis, but her relief quickly fell away as he pulled all the way out and thrust back in. Gasping as he hit the top of his stroke inside her, she held her breath, willing the pain to subside. He was so deep and hadn’t given her any time to adjust.

Pushing back against his shoulders, Sara whimpered as Darrin tried pulling all the way out. She grabbed blindly for his forearms, yelling, “No, wait. Darrin, just wait.” He didn’t try to move again, instead he held perfectly still as she tried to catch her breath. “Give me a second to adjust.”

Sara moved her hips while still impaled on his cock, trying to find a better position for him to continue. Opening her eyes, she could see the pained look on Darrin’s face, which she was almost certain mirrored her own right now. Sara wanted him to continue, but she knew that things were going to be tricky if Darrin had thought he had hurt her. She relaxed her body, trying to get back into the right frame of mind. She still had a hold of his arms, and tried pulling him back down to her. They were still intimately connected, and Darrin slowly made his way down to her, anguish filling his eyes.

“Please stop looking at me like you kicked a puppy, Darrin,” she laughed. Continuing to tease him, she said, “I haven’t had many lovers, and I’m sure you’re aware that you are bigger than most men.” On a breathy whisper, she told him, “Try again, just go slower and give me some time to get used to it.”

Darrin didn’t answer. He just propped himself up inches away from her face, his hands in her hair as he looked deep into her eyes. Sara knew that he was paying closer attention to her expressions so he could tell if he was hurting her again. Ever so slowly, Darrin started to roll his hips in a slow circle, careful not to bottom out again. This time, Sara could feel her insides quiver as he carefully moved in and out. The look of adoration on his face was helping her to feel connected to him in a way that she wasn’t used to. He was normally so closed off, hardly ever expressing his feelings to anyone. Sara watched his emotions pass over his face, the hurt moving to pleasure, and then accelerating to desire. His movements ever so slowly brought her to a delicious orgasm that spread like wildfire across her nerve endings, leaving her panting underneath him.

Darrin was still slowly working in and out of her, a pained look on his face again as he tried to hold himself back. Knowing that he hadn’t orgasmed yet, she decided that she needed to add some fuel to his fire. Sara gently ran her fingers down his back as far as she could, relishing in the soft moan that he made. His sexy noises egged her on, but this time she dug her fingernails into his skin, pulling back up towards his neck. A guttural groan came out of his chest as he started to rock in and out faster. Within seconds, his head flew back, and he started to curse, “Oh fuck, Sara. I’m coming. Fuucckk!” Pumping harder, Sara could feel his cock pulsing as he filled the thin shield, and she encouraged him by squeezing her internal muscles, milking him as hard as she could.

Darrin slumped his shoulders, and his eyes closed as he rolled off to lie next to her on his side. Sara rolled onto her side to face him, watching his expression, waiting for him to speak. After a few minutes, she finally reached out to place her palm on his still heaving chest. The rise and fall stilled under her fingers for a moment, before he grabbed her hand, pulling it up to his lips, placing a tender kiss on her palm.

“Please tell me I didn’t hurt you, Sara.”

Sara scooted over to him, snuggling down into his chest as she answered, “You didn’t, Darrin. Like I said, I just needed to adjust. That was a good orgasm, baby. Thank you.”

Darrin wrapped his arms around her small frame, resting his head on top of hers, “Yeah, that was fucking hot. I think you drew blood when you scratched me. I might have to come up with a new nickname for you, though. Doll baby doesn’t really fit you after that.”

Sara blushed as he held her, surprised at her own actions. Not knowing how to explain her blatant sexual aggression, she decided not to overthink things, and just enjoy the moment. Sara lay still in his warm embrace, enjoying the peace that came with being held by such powerful arms. As if on cue, Darrin pulled her in even closer, hugging her tight as he reached over to grab the side of the blanket they were not laying on, pulling it over them.

Sara could feel the vibration coming from Darrin’s chest as he chuckled to himself. Sara was still in a post-coital haze as he whispered into her hair, “My little hellcat.”

June 29
th
, Friday

T
he last two weeks had passed by in a blur for Sara. Between working twelve hours a day, and spending her nights with Darrin, she was exhausted. It didn’t help that she was trying to survive on less and less sleep every day, as the nights with Darrin were becoming more and more adventurous. Yesterday before supper, he had rocked her world when he pushed her up against the wall, taking her from behind. It was sheer, unadulterated lust that fueled that love-making session, even if Sara had unintentionally turned Darrin into a sex-crazed beast.

It had been extremely hot in the afternoon; the sign at the bank said it was ninety-one degrees at five pm. Sara had stopped at home to grab a change of clothes, before heading over to Darrin’s to make dinner. The two of them were both self-proclaimed “homebodies,” preferring to stay in after their disastrous attempt at a date.

When Sara tried selecting some cooler clothes for the evening, her modest clothing selection and the fact that she still hadn’t done laundry yet this week, made her options small. Shrugging into a string bikini for a bra, and covering it with a basic ribbed tank top, then pulling on a pair of tight white cotton hipster shorts seemed liked the perfect summer outfit. Obviously she had made the wrong choice when Darrin eyed her getting out of her car. He stood in the doorway of his shop, bare chested, wiping his sweaty brow with his T-shirt, shooting her a menacing look that about stopped her dead in her tracks.

“I hope for fuck’s sake that you didn’t let anyone else see you in that, hellcat,” Darrin quipped as she walked over to the shop.

Sara stopped to look down at her outfit, before waving her arms back over his frame, “You mean like what you’re wearing? I don’t exactly see the difference, Darrin. You can’t see anything intimate anyway.”

Darrin pushed away from the entry to the garage, the door swinging shut behind him. In one step, he was standing in front of her, gripping her arms as he turned her around. Sara could see that he was studying something on her rear, but she had no idea what he was looking at so intently.

“I can clearly see that you are not wearing any underwear, Sara,” he said as he slapped her ass hard. “I don’t share well at all. Remember that, my little neko.”

Sara narrowed her eyes at him, but quickly turned her glower into a tight smile. It really pissed her off when he went caveman on her, but his eyes gave away his true feelings; almost immediately she could see the faintest bits of laughter in his eyes. He must not be too angry with her, since he had softened his words with one of her many nicknames. Ever since their first time together, he had insisted on calling her different variations of cat, hellcat, or tiger. Neko was the Japanese name for cat, but he most often reserved it for nighttime activities. Sara could feel the blush creeping up her cheeks when she thought about her overly aggressive actions that fueled his need to label her as a wild, wanton feline. The scratch marks on his back only lasted for a few days, and now you could barely see the marks where she had pierced his skin with her fingernails.

Taking a deep breath, Sara turned to walk back towards the front door to the modest farm house. She tried to keep from shimmying her hips too much as she made her way across the gravel driveway and over to the steps, knowing that Darrin was watching her ass the whole way. Taking a peek over her shoulder, Sara could see that he was clenching his fists tightly at his sides, looking pained as he turned to enter the shop. She knew that he was muttering something, but couldn’t hear him from halfway across the yard.

Within five minutes, she was well aware of what it was he was saying when he pushed her face first against the wall in the hallway leading to his bedroom. “Crazy,” he mumbled into her neck as he suckled on the sensitive skin below her ear, and kneaded her breasts in both hands through the shirt and make-shift bra.