Stronger With Her (18 page)

The sound of her moan makes my dick twitch in my pants, pushing painfully against the zipper. I break away from her and quickly open the door, helping her into the truck before jogging around to my side. I might have squealed the tires a bit pulling out of the parking lot, but I don’t give a shit.

The ten-minute drive back to Stephanie’s condo is one of the longest I’ve ever had. The whole time she’s had her hand resting on my thigh so close yet so far from where I really want it. Who am I kidding? If she touches my cock, I’ll explode in my pants like an adolescent. We finally pull into her neighborhood and find a parking spot. Once I turn the engine off, I look over at her. She’s staring back with her hand on the door handle and a wicked grin on her face.

“Are you coming?” she asks slyly.

“Not yet, but I’m looking forward to it,” I say as I get out of the truck.

I’
ve barely got my key inside the lock when I feel him behind me. The warmth of his body against my back just fuels the fire of lust beneath my skin. I finally get the door open and his hands are immediately on my hips urging me into my condo. He kicks the door closed after he enters and turns both of us. My back is now against the wood and I’m wonderfully trapped by his strong arms.

“I’ve been dreaming about this since I first laid my eyes on you,” he says as he leans down and kisses my neck. I move my head to give him easier access, moaning at the amazing feeling of his lips on me. I put my hands around his waist, pulling his lower body even closer. I want to climb him like a tree. It’s as if he senses what I need and I’m lifted in the air to a height where I can wrap my legs around his waist and he doesn’t have to bend over. James keeps me pinned to the door with his body, moving his lips from my neck to my ear to my cheek. I turn suddenly and catch his kiss with my lips. I bring my hands up to the back of his head and hold him exactly where I need him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and grinding my hips against him.

We continue like this for a few minutes and I can feel my panties getting damp. I know I want him, and I trust that he’s not just using me for a fantasy. I reluctantly break our connection and push him back a couple inches to look him in the eye.

“Is everything okay?” he asks.

“It’s more than okay. Take me to bed, James. I want to feel all of you,” I hear myself say breathlessly.

“Tell me where,” he starts and I point toward my bedroom. He carries me there without a word, holding me as if I weigh nothing.

Once we’re in my bedroom, I’m not exactly sure what to do. It’s been years since I’ve been with a man, let alone had one in my bed. James must feel my body tense and he puts me down so my feet meet the floor.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Steph,” he says quietly.
No!
I think to myself.
I want to do everything.
I take a deep breath and put my hand in his.

“This is embarrassing to admit, but it’s been a long time for me. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do,” I say quietly while looking at my feet. I can’t believe I actually said that out loud.

“Do you trust me?” James asks, lifting my chin with his thumb so we are looking at each other.

“Yes, I do,” I reply with confidence. He’s proven to me that he’s interested in me, not the fantasy of me.

James replies with a smirk. He moves his hand from my face down to the waistband of my pants. He gently pulls the fabric of my blouse until it’s completely untucked. I put my hands on the top button of his shirt, but he quickly moves them back to my sides.

“It’s my turn,” he says softly as his hands smooth down my arms. I’m awestruck. Never in my life has anyone been so gentle with me. Ever. The last time I was with a man it was pretty much a “wham, bam, thank you, ma’am” kind of thing in college. This is what I’ve fantasized about, so I let him take control and allow myself to enjoy it.

James is looking down at me, as if asking permission, as his fingers reach under my top to pull it over my head. I nod subtlely and he continues his mission, lifting the fabric up and over. I’m wearing a white lace bra that matches my thong that he hasn’t found yet. He inhales sharply when he glances down at my chest.

“Jesus Christ, Stephanie. Just when I think you can’t be any sexier you wear white lace? I swear you’re trying to kill me here,” he says as his hands slowly work their way back up my arms to my breasts. He cups each one and gently squeezes them, tweaking my nipples through the fabric between his thumb and forefinger.

I lean my head back, pressing into his hands, relishing in the sensation of having them on me. But, the moment doesn’t last long enough and his touch is gone. I snap my head back up to look at him with a question in my eye.

“I have to see the rest of you,” he says gruffly, moving to the side zipper on my pants. In just a few seconds the fabric is pooled at my feet and I’m left standing in my lingerie and heels.

“Holy fuck,” James whispers. “You are a walking fantasy,” he says as he drops to his knees and begins kissing and nipping at my abdomen. I can’t help my hands reaching up into his hair, rubbing his scalp and pulling at his luscious locks. He continues his path along the waistband of my thong until he finds a place where I’m ticklish. I can’t help but flinch and chuckle a little causing him to lean back and look up at me.

“Well, what do we have here?” he asks as he puts his lips back on the spot. I jump again and he laughs. “We’ll have to come back to that later. Right now I want to see if I can make you scream, not laugh,” he says as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pulls it down my legs.

Once the fabric is gone, James stops. I look up and he’s staring at me intently and it makes me self-conscious.

“Is something wrong?” I ask hesitantly, starting to cover myself. He puts his hands on my wrists and holds them against my hips.

“You are breathtakingly beautiful,” he says quietly. “I’m trying to figure out what I did to get so lucky,” he whispers as he looks into my eyes.

I smile and splay my fingers on his hands since he still hasn’t let them go.

“Touch me, James,” I say, hoping that will get him to release my arms. I want to run my fingers through his hair.

“Lay down for me,” he says as he stands up and starts shedding his clothes. I don’t hesitate and get on the bed quickly, kicking off my shoes in the process. The butterflies in my stomach are going crazy and my nerve endings are hypersensitive. The anticipation of the moment is about to kill me as I watch James’ body flex as he moves to pull off his shirt. His torso is chiseled muscle, all deep valleys between each of his abs. I want to feel his skin against all that hardness, and it takes all my self-control to stay on the bed. I continue watching as he bends over to remove his shoes and then his pants. The white boxer briefs are a bit of a surprise. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but tidy whities weren’t it.

He leaves them on and I can’t help but be a little disappointed. He must see the pout on my face because he smiles at me.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that. Right now I want to focus on you,” he says as he crawls onto the bed and hovers over me. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, tossing it across the room before putting his lips on my skin. He kisses all around my breast, avoiding the nipple that has become a hard peak and is begging for attention. I push my chest up a little hoping he’ll take the hint, but he continues to torture me.

I reach up and put my hands on his head, trying to direct him to where I want him, but he stops what he’s doing and looks up at me.

“I know what you want, Stephanie, and I’ll give it to you; but only when I’m ready. Anticipation is most of the fun and you are going to have to learn to be patient. Trust me to take care of you and you won’t be sorry,” he says with a grin.

I groan in frustration and that makes him chuckle. He moves up my body a little and puts his lips on mine. It starts off soft but quickly turns into something more promising. I part my lips and he plunges his tongue into my mouth, dancing with mine. My arms wrap tightly around his neck and he allows me to pull him down on top of me. I know he’s still holding himself up because he doesn’t feel very heavy, but it’s fantastic anyway. Because of our difference in height, my legs wrap around his middle somewhere above his waist. I shamelessly grind myself against him, letting him know exactly what I want. He moves from my mouth, kissing my cheek, down my neck, and back to my chest. I have to let go of him so he can make his way across my body. I’m breathing heavy, practically panting as he lightly skims his lips across my flesh.

Suddenly he pulls my left nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. The sensation is an unbelievable surprise and I cry out. He swirls his tongue around and around making me dizzy with pleasure, and I feel like I could come just from this. He moves to the other side giving that breast the same attention. In this position his stomach is against my pussy and I can’t help but move underneath him. Each time he takes a breath there’s a little pressure on my clit and it’s driving me wild. I try to get more friction by swirling my hips but it’s not enough.

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll get there,” he says as he kisses his way down my stomach. He finds the ticklish spot again but thankfully only stays there for a few seconds. He runs his nose around my belly button before biting down gently on the top of it. I cry out again, closing my eyes to be able to concentrate on what he’s doing to me.

His weight moves and I feel his breath against my leg so I slowly open one eye. James is moving his lips to my inner thigh, pushing my legs a little farther apart. I see the pink tip of his tongue reach out and touch my skin so lightly it’s almost a whisper. He makes a trail from my knee to my hip, stopping just before my aching center. He shifts and does the same thing on the other side and I think I’m going to explode if he doesn’t touch me in the next few seconds.

“You deserve to be worshiped every day. You are exquisite,” he says just before plunging his tongue between my lower lips. The sensation is overwhelming when he flicks my clit, and I detonate into a mind blowing orgasm. James continues to lick and suck my quivering pussy as I fall back down to earth, drawing out the orgasm for several seconds. I know I’m screaming unintelligible words, but I don’t have the capacity to care. It’s been so long since I had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced I’ve forgotten how good it can be with someone else.

James moves back to kissing my legs and hips as my breathing starts to return to normal. I open my eyes and find him looking up at me, his mouth glistening in a smile.

“Seems like that was a good start,” he says. I can only nod in response because he drops back down and is thrusting his tongue into me before words form. It takes no time at all and I’m exploding all over again. He holds my hips in place opening me even more and drags his tongue up to my clit, circling it and making the sensation even more intense. I hear myself screaming, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, but he doesn’t let up. The feeling is getting overwhelming and I don’t think I can survive another orgasm. I start to tell him to stop when I’m hit with the third release in a row and I explode all over again.