Simone, page 7
“Don’t laugh at me, Dale,” she said, giggles under her breath.
There was no doubt about it now. This was definitely about to go down. I started unbuttoning my shirt as I moved across the room, my eyes glued on her.
Tucking her legs under her, she retrieved the flute of champagne from the nightstand. “Am I being too forward?”
Slowly, I approached the bed, my heart rate rising, my body in flames. “Is that a trick question?”
“I don’t want you to think I’m a slut…” The flickering candlelight reflected off her irises, making her look like a celestial being. “But I gotta admit, I’m feeling super slutty right now.”
“We all have our moments.”
A timid expression veiled her lovely face. “I’ve been playing it cool, but I’ve wanted you since the day we met.” Drawing up on her knees, she handed me the flute. “I bet you never even knew that there’s a universe inside of you,” she softly crooned, singing along with the music sailing across the room.
Tilting my head back, I guzzled the glass of bubbly.
As I did so, she undid the last buttons on my shirt then pushed it from over my shoulders. It fell down my back to the floor. Once she’d exposed my chest, her lips and hands went to work. My breathing escalated as she tongued and nibbled on my flesh. Tugging on my belt buckle, she ventured lowered.
I knew what she hungered for. The very thought hardened my entire body. I wanted to feel her mouth on my cock, but not more than I wanted to taste her.
I drew her in my arms and claimed her lips. Our kiss was intense and feverish. She countered me with just as much heat as I gave. We devoured each other without restraint.
My mind drifted. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It felt so surreal. The sultry girl on the train who’d been featured in my wildest and wettest dreams was now in my arms. The fierce throbbing in my groin came alive again. Tinkles scampered along my flesh and through my pelvis area.
Lying her on her back, I climbed on top of her. Her legs and arms opened curled around me as my hips rested perfectly between her thighs where her raging inferno engulfed me.
The few layers of fabric separating our groins did nothing to suppress the extreme heat coming from her.
I hooked my arms under her shoulders and pressed my cock to her heated middle. My hips went into motion, moving slow, grinding against her with the rhythm of the music.
Latched onto me, she filled my mouth with her breathy moans.
Soon, her hips swayed with mine. We moved like the ocean in unified ecstasy.
Her embrace grew tighter. The pace of her mewls quickened. Then in the middle of a stroke, her whole body stiffen. It was followed by a violent shudder, a gasp then a soft cry.
I knew what had happened. I was aiming for it, but out of amusement, I asked, “Did you just—”
“Shaddup,” she whimpered. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”
With one hand anchored to the bed, I pulled up my knees and hovered over her. “Got me all figured out, do you?” I gazed down at her in her blue lacy bra and panties, still unsure if I was dreaming or not.
She seemed flushed, high in ecstasy. She was a stunning sight to behold.
My body kisses started at her neck. I moved down to her collarbone and along her bosom, wetting her flesh as I went. After unlatching the clasps at the cleft of her bountiful breasts, the bra popped open. Her dark budded nipples sat atop her mounds, looking like tasty treats. I pulled one in my mouth, making her hiss out in pleasure and hug my head. I nibbled and suckled, feasting on her, all the while growing intensely anxious to put my mouth on the prize.
“Dale…” she breathed out on a sweet call of desire. Her fingers got lost in my hair. Tremors rushed through her as she bowed beneath me. I moved from one breast to the other and back again, sliding between them, laving at her hot skin as I went.
I worked my way down, kissing and licking at her belly. The delicious scent of her arousal washed into my senses, sending my cock into a frenzy. I slipped my fingers beneath the sides of her panties and tugged on them.
She lifted her hips, allowing me to pull them down her legs.
I lowered to my knees and grasped her thighs as I slid her to the edge of the bed.
She propped up on her elbows and allowed her knees to fall apart. Gazing at me, she raked her fingers through my hair, pushing it back from my face. She wanted to see me work, and I wanted her to as well. I performed my best when I know I’m being watched.
Hooking my arms around her thighs, I kissed her mons and her inner thighs, then all too eagerly, I dropped my face in her hot spot. I kept my eyes on her hers as I did so. I tenderly kissed her moist labia then swept my tongue between them. The essence from her earlier orgasm hit my taste buds and I damn near lost my mind. Fuck, I wanted to ravish her!
Stay cool, Dale.
I caught her bud between my lips and toggled between suckling and licking on it.
Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth fell open. Her sweet moans sailed through the room, mingling with the music. “Ooo baby… that feels so good. Mm—yeah, just like that…”
My own hums of pleasure joined the mix as her body shuddered against my mouth. I felt her pulse through her sensitive flesh. It quickened, yet my strokes remained slow.
Once again, she dug her fingers into my hair. Only this time, she clutched it.
Fuck, yes!
I tightened my embrace on her thighs and feasted like a man who had been starved for years, yet I kept my focus on her clit.
She began to rock her hips with the sweep of my tongue. Her body waved like water. Hyperventilation took ahold of her. Her thighs trembled against my cheeks. Holding my face against her wet snatch, she threw her head back and cried out, “Oh fuck—Oh my God! Fuck me now, Dale!”
Holy shit, I hope the neighbors didn’t hear that!
I dipped lower and fed on the sweet nectar that oozed out of her like ice cream. Damn, she tasted amazing. I extended my tongue and plunged inside of her, yearning for more.
She wiggled against my mouth, giggled then let out a sharp yelp. “Dale, ooo baby…” Still clutching my hair, she yanked my head back. “If I gotta demand that dick one mo’ time…”
Chuckles exploded out of me. “Yes, ma’am,” I said, rising to my feet. I retrieved a string of condoms from my nightstand drawer. With her gaze locked on me, I took off the rest of my clothes and slid the contraception on.
“Oh-okay.” A look of astonishment crossed her face. “I gotta be honest, Dale. I did not expect you to be packing that much ‘D’. That’s a nice roll of meat you got there, sir.”
“I’m glad you approve.” Smiling, I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach. Now I had the perfect view of her colorful peacock with its feathers splayed.
She responded with a gasp. “Oh, it’s like that?”
“It’s ‘bout to be like that.” I didn’t give her a chance to wallow in shock. Bending over her, I left wet kisses down her spine. I then grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up on all fours. My cock found her opening and invited itself inside. Pacing myself, I pushed my shaft all the way home.
She let out a moan filled sigh as the slick walls of her body embraced me. “Ooo yeeess,” she drawled. “Thank you, baby.”
This is a first. No woman had ever thanked me for the dick before. Half groaning and half chuckling, I went into motion. “You’re welcome.”
I thought tasting her was the best thing ever, but riding her body introduced me to a-whole-nother level of pleasure. I found a good pace and stuck with it. As her cries grew louder, she moved into a feverous rhythm, completely throwing me off my grind.
It was an old fashion dilemma. She wanted to go fast, I wanted to go slow.
Maybe I should give in and speed up the pace. Nah, this is a battle I refuse to let her win.
Holding onto her waist, I climbed onto the bed and pushed her forward as I went. I then placed my hand in the middle of her back and forced her down onto the bed. This left her in a lowered arched position, where I could run the show. She bent to my will without one utter complaint.
With one hand anchored down over her shoulder and the other latched onto her waist, I hovered over her and my slow and steady loving began.
Her sex walls quivered and melted around my shaft as her moans soared. The sound of my body meeting hers comingled the wet sloshing of her pussy swallowing my whole lance over and over again.
She called out my name, screamed and clawed at the sheets.
Yep. If my neighbors were home, I’m a hundred percent sure they heard everything.
But I didn’t care. I was in Heaven and I didn’t want to come down.
She reached climax many times, wetting my bed in her essence in the process.
My head swam and my muscles clenched as a mind-blowing orgasm rushed my way. It bellowed through my midsection and shot through the length of my cock. I let out an unrestrained cry then collapsed on top of her. I quickly rolled off and held her in my arms.
Sweat coated our skin. The scent of our combined sex permeated the air. We both panted erratically as the cool air and music drifted over us.
“I see…” she huffed out, her voice but a mere whisper. “I see now why ole’ girl didn’t wanna leave you alone…”
A bout of laughter shook my chest.
“I mean, goddamn… Ooo, chiiile. I’m not even gonna blame it on my year of abstinence. That was some good loving, boo.”
Hugging her tighter, I nibbled on her shoulder. “Stop it. You’re making me blush.”
She rolled onto her other side to face me.
As soon as her lips were in my sight, I claimed them once again. We kissed passionately and long.
“I’m so glad I spilled that green tea on you,” she drawled on a whisper.
I smiled, thanking my lucky stars that this amazing woman was finally mine. “Yeah, me too.”
THE END
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Table of Contents
Her Name Is Simone
Green Tea Latte
Guy on the Train
Chinatown Café
Summer Jasmine and Spring Violet
Blue Gecko
Girl on the Train
Bad Habit
Blue Riding Hood
City Lights
Yvonne Nicolas, Simone
