Riley Mackenzie - Beautifully Done

“Fuck, Teeps. So hot. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. Ah fuck.” I climbed her body to rest my chest against her tits and buried my face in her hair. The throb in my cock heightened and I shifted, avoiding any light touch. I was on sensory overload and needed to be inside her. I kissed a spot on her neck that I hadn’t yet tasted and lifted my head. “I need eyes.” I needed to make sure she was ready. She opened her lids and met my gaze. Flushed and aroused she whimpered and palmed my ass pulling me closer. Question answered.

“Oh god, please, Ace, please.”

I guided my naked pulsing cock to tease her entrance, not wanting to hurt her. She was tight and I was pretty sure the majority of her wetness was my saliva, but her arousal was never a question in my mind. With eyes at half-mast and tiny whimpers leaving her lips, she forced her hips up. Yup, not a question. I waited no longer and slid my rock hard length inside her tightly cinched walls. We moaned and cursed in unison. She was so warm, so tight, an addiction in the making. Once fully buried, I stilled to allow her to adjust and keep me from ending this too soon. I inhaled deeply and attempted to slow my ricocheting heart. She gripped my biceps and tangled her long legs around my back. A haze of lust, longing, and something I couldn’t describe, clouded my vision as I created our tempo. Our mouths were open, breathing heavy, while our tongues seductively mingled. Her small throaty moans of pleasure drove my unrelenting need. I surged in and out of her, worshipping our skin on skin, another first for me. A thin sheen of sweat covered my chest and her breasts. I pushed up on my arms and dipped my head to lick her straining nipples. Her hands found themselves tangled back in my hair, forcefully raking it while she bucked her hips. Un-fucking-real. I watched her sick abs tighten and release and her tits move with my motion. Her brown eyes nailed mine with something unrecognizable. There was a passion, a trust, but also a peace. Un-fucking-forgettable.

Her breaths shortened and her gasps and groans grew louder, I knew she was close. I ground my hips against her thin frame and listened to her shatter into a million pieces. Her pussy clenched and quivered around my straining cock. My muscles tightened and spasmed struggling to gain an ounce of control to revel in the pure bliss that washed across her face. She was beautiful, she was sexy, and she was mine. I thrust deeper, staking my claim. Unable to stall any longer, pleasure wracked through my body and I exploded inside her with the force of a geyser. Every eruption sent me further into oblivion, and the only thing I knew for sure … I was done.

Collapsing on her damp chest, we lay still just like that, tangled and sated for god knows how long, the magnitude of the moment consuming us. The echoes of my guttural growls dissipated, replaced by only our synchronous breathing. I could’ve not moved for an eternity. With her warm naked body under mine, my cock twitched inside her.

Her smile tickled my shoulder before she even spoke. “Definitely worth the wait.” Her giggle was going to kill me. Fuck the refractory period.

I rolled to the side and easily flipped her on top of me so I could see her face and said the only thing controlling my thoughts since the night I saw her at the bar. “Where’ve you been half my life?”

A small sadness clouded her eyes. Not the reaction I was going for, but she blinked it away immediately and smiled.

“I’m here now.” She was.

I kissed her forehead and the slight change in our position reminded me of the slickness still between our legs. Our slickness. This stirred something deep inside. The unfamiliar feeling that I was beginning to expect and that only she could give me. And this time it felt amazing. This woman gave me a part of her trust.

“Come, let’s get cleaned up.” I gently tapped her ass and led her into the guest bathroom. I flipped the switch, but instead of the overhead chandelier glow, five hundred watts above the huge mirror reflected everywhere. We both flinched, adjusting to the blinding change. “Shit,” slipped out of my mouth as I played with the switch plate.

Tal chuckled. “This room new to you too?”

Actually. “Yeah.” That earned me a sweet kiss. Maybe I needed to move.

I adjusted the water and we spent the next thirty minutes discovering my guest shower together.

We had a shitload of making up for lost time and didn’t succumb to sleep until somewhere after two. You would’ve thought I could’ve slept in. No such luck. The sun was barely up when I cracked an eye open. Even at this early hour it was bright, too bright. The lack of window coverings combined with the pale ivory color of the bare walls reflected the early rays straight toward the bed. Note to self, my guest room needed some blinds. Actually if I was being honest, my whole apartment needed an overhaul, or more importantly, my master. Ridiculous or not, I wanted to give her that clean slate.

I rolled on my side and propped up on one arm. With blonde locks splayed across the pillow and her face turned away from me, I watched the gentle rise and fall of her naked back and listened to her soft rhythmic breaths. In the light of day, all you saw was sexy, tall confidence. But here, nestled in the silence of the sunrise she looked almost … fragile. Stupidly, my mind wandered. She had pillows clutched against the length of her bare front, as if she slept in this position every night. A woman like her had no business spooning goose down. She deserved a warm body ensuring her sweet dreams. That in itself was still a mystery I couldn’t wrap my head around. Not that I was complaining the job hadn’t been taken. My thoughts of anyone else sharing her bed pissed me off anyway. I made a conscious decision to be grateful for the stupidity of West Coast men. Not that it mattered, as far as I was concerned, the job was now taken.

I jostled the sheet slightly to admire the gradual sway of her back and the two small dimples at the base of her spine extending up into her perfect round globes. The ones that I had only begun to discover. Already waking at half-mast, it didn’t take much to reach full attention. Fuck me, she was gorgeous. I slid a little closer and tucked my body around hers. And she fit … almost too well.

At the touch of our skin she sighed, “Hmm.” Lips curved up and eyes still closed, she turned to face me and released her pillow death grip. I kissed her forehead and selfishly rolled her onto my chest, wanting her closer, wanting her warmth. She wrapped a leg around mine and snuggled in. I must have dozed because I woke to soft sweet kisses trailing across my chest. Now it was my turn to sigh.

“You awake, sleepyhead? It’s a little after nine.” I twitched at the time and she giggled. “Never in bed this late, huh?”

“Umm, maybe once when I … had the flu … a long time ago.” Flu sounded good. After my bout with the flu, never had another real reason to stay in bed.

“Well, I like it. And if we do what we did last night again, get used to sleeping in.”

“Not going to argue with that.” Hell no.

She lifted up, her perky tits grazing across my chest. She captured my eyes with a sudden seriousness and poked at my chest. “Why are we really in the guest room?”

Because I was a player. Lived for the moment and fucked for fun. Because I never believed in second chances until you walked back into my life. The litigator could have gone on and on, but the gentleman had too much respect for this beautiful woman.

I answered, “Because.”

“Listen, neither one of us is a saint. I know you’ve had other women here, I’d be ignorant not to. And I would be blatantly lying if I said it didn’t skeeve me a little, but we’re not kids anymore, not even close. Actually, it’s kind of ironic how we flip-flopped. I was the one who started too early, while you waited and made up for lost lust later in life.” She flashed her pearly whites, giving me an out for my male slut behavior. Tangling her long fingers in some loose hair that hung across my forehead, she scooted up, planting a big kiss on my lips.

She massaged my scalp and my eyes rolled closed. “You’ve got a thing for hair. Mmm. Not that I’m complaining.”

“You’ve got great hair.”

“It took forever, but glad it grew back then, because this feels so good.” Her finger dance slowed to a stop. “No one tells you those details when they’re injecting all that shit directly into your vein,” I blurted. She released my hair and reached directly for the thin faint line marring my groin. Most women never noticed. She wasn’t most women.

Her voice cracked. “No chance you’re going to tell me you had a hernia repair, huh?” I wished.

“Not so lucky.” I kissed her temple, reflecting on her fitting word choice. Chance. “Did you know ninety percent of the time you find it in your neck?” Not me. “And ninety percent of the time one round of poison does the trick.” Not me. “Go figure, what were the chances?” Just another couple cards in my shitty hand.

“Hodgkin’s?”

I brushed away the tear she let slip. “Guess dermatologists are real doctors after all,” I joked, attempting to lighten the mood.

The last thing I wanted was to upset her, hell, I wasn’t sure why I opened my big mouth in the first place. I guess I didn’t want any secrets between us. Tal had that effect and I wanted our trust to travel further than just the bedroom. It seemed like this earned me a failure mark at morning pillow talk, but how would I know? I’d never experienced morning pillow talk. Until now.