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This is my first story I’ve ever published. I have also published it elsewhere titled as “Unexpected Audience”. I was stuck between the two titles lol
I’m slowly (very slowly) writing a suspense/romance novel, and this is one small piece that I have written. The final piece is not nearly close to being done, so I look forward to any comments or constructive criticism anyone would like to share.
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I slowly wake, drifting from a limbo-like dream-state to the reality of my soft sheets and comfortable mattress. Rolling over to my back, landing in the middle of my king-sized bed, I realize that I am alone, the sheets on the other side were cool to the touch. Loneliness hits me deep in my stomach, the disappointment a visceral sensation. Realizing he snuck off in the middle of the night without a goodbye just fucking sucked, if I am being completely honest.
Reaching over to my nightstand, I pick up my phone, hoping to see a text from Whitt, but all I see is the time which reads as just after 6:30am. The room was slowly starting to become brighter, but for a Sunday morning it was still too early to get up in my opinion. Rolling back over to my original supine position, I close my eyes and replay the events from yesterday. The date, wine flowing freely, Whitt’s baritone voice and warm gaze. Thinking of how hot things got yesterday, even without the actual physical act of sex, I feel my nipples tighten in response. I know he was interested, which makes his disappearance that much more confusing. I bite my lip as I feel my pussy get wetter at the memory of what happened when he dropped me off at my door.
“I want you,” I whisper into his ear. His rough hands are on my hips, his scent surrounding me, intoxicating me. He pulls back and looks into my eyes, searching. For what? I have no clue.
He lowers his head and nips at my lips, my hands reaching up into his hair to pull him closer to me. I slowly walk backwards away from my front door, dragging him through the threshold, the door closing. Absentmindedly, I hear him engage the deadbolt, shutting us away from the world as his tongue plunders my mouth. My purse falls from my shoulder to the ground, landing next to the couch completely disregarded.
Still pulling him with me, I take us down the hallway to my room, shedding my coat as we go letting it fall wherever. His lips move to my neck, his dark beard tickling me, causing goosebumps to erupt over my arms. Taking off my heels, dropping the three inches to go back to my normal height, his lips kiss his way up my neck to my cheeks and lips again. Feeling the mattress behind me, I sit pulling away from his handsome face.
Looking up at him I coyly say, “Take off your jacket.” The leather slips off his broad shoulders and falls to the ground next to his feet. Grabbing his shirt once again, I pull him down with me as I scoot up the bed, Whitt taking a few precious seconds to take off his socks and shoes. I lay back with my head against the pillows and look up at his handsome face. He’s hovering over me, his legs in between mine, his hands holding himself up next to my shoulders.
“I had a great night tonight.” I whisper to him. I think to myself, ‘why am I whispering?’ I guess I don’t want to burst this bubble of sexual tension and anticipation.
Hearing him say in his deep rich voice that he did as well brings a smile to my face again. However, it slips when I hear him follow up with, “And because I had such a great night, I don’t want to mess this up. I want to prove to you that this is not a one and done thing for me. So, if you’re willing, I’d like to stay the night. And however much I want to see where this attraction goes – and trust me I want it to go further – I don’t want to explore it tonight. Later definitely, but tonight I want to hold you in my arms, kiss you and make you feel cherished. Are you okay with that?”
I look into his eyes, seeing nothing but honesty and the smallest hint of trepidation, as if he’s afraid I would say no. Smiling, I say “I would like that, but you can stay on two conditions.”
Raising an eyebrow in response, his lips curving into a smirk. Reaching up and running my fingers through his thick hair again (which I have to say I may get addicted to doing), I whisper against his lips. “One, if you stay, we can continue ümraniye escort doing what we were doing, even if it doesn’t go even further than just kissing.”
Dropping his head, he runs his lips over my neck, goosebumps rising again over my skin. Whispering into my ear, he asks “And two?” Taking my earlobe in between his teeth, nipping against the skin. Closing my eyes, I feel the sensations and I lose my train of thought. He pulls back and his lips pulls back into a brilliant smile. “Lyd, what was the second condition?”
Taking a moment to remember what he was asking I finally reply with every bit of confidence that I can muster up. “Two, if you are going to stay the night you have to take off your shirt. If I don’t get the entire package, I might as well get a sneak preview of what I am getting.” My nipples pucker at his answering growl, his hips dropping, and I can feel his hot length against my core. Feeling how much he wants me just makes me wetter (if that is even possible), I slowly roll my hips grinding against him.
He groans, “You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?” One of his hands moves to my hip, stopping my hips mid-grind. I giggle in response. He shakes his head and kisses me one more time before he pulls himself off me. Getting off the bed slowly, he takes in my relaxed form. “Go get ready for bed. I’m gonna close up the condo, and lock everything before we go to bed. If we don’t stop now, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from indulging in what I believe is the prettiest pussy I’ll ever see.”
He walks out of the room, not waiting for a response from me. Not that I had one, because Tommy never spoke to me that way – no one has really spoken to me that way. Whitt is a different type of man than Tommy was when we were married, but Whitt’s confidence (and sometimes his arrogance) was arousing. Thinking, not for the first time, of the difference between the two men, I get up and go into the bathroom, changing my clothes and taking my time through my nightly routine.
After I’m done, I go back into the bedroom, seeing Whitt laying down with his hands behind his head. “I left out an extra toothbrush on the sink. Bathroom is all yours.”
I climb onto the bed as he sits up and looks over at me, taking in the tank top and sleep shorts I’m wearing. My nipples flash him, as he drops his gaze from my face to my unencumbered chest. His stare gets intense, and before I say anything, I gets up and heads to the bathroom. He comes out later wearing only boxer briefs, and a white shirt.
Tilting my head, I give him a little smile. “Reneging on our deal?”
In response, he pulls off his shirt showing me his strong chest and torso. He’s not cut, and he definitely doesn’t look like a male model, with an six pack and hairless chest. His chest is muscular and even though there is a little bit of definition, there’s a healthy layer of fat on his sides and stomach. He takes care of himself and works out, but also looks like he enjoys an occasional burger and fries. His chest has a smattering of hair, with a treasure trail going from is bellybutton to the goldmine that lies just beyond the thin cotton material which is straining to contain him.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he asks, with an air of confidence that is almost as intoxicating than his cologne. Almost.
I can only nod in response. “I’m glad you feel the same way sweetheart, because if your beautiful chest tastes as mouthwatering as it looks, when we get together it’s going to be incredible.” He pulls back the covers and climbs into bed as his says this. Laying on his back, he pulls me into his arms, his arm wrapping around me, his hand on my waist.
With a kiss to my head, he tells me to sleep. As difficult as I believed it was going to be, I’m out in minutes, Whitt’s steady heartbeat lulling me to sleep.
My heart beating faster from the memory of what happened last night, I slowly run my hands over my stomach, my hands going under my shirt. Pulling my shirt up until my chest is exposed, I massage my left breast, pulling and teasing my nipple.
Kicking off the sheet that covers me, I slowly bring my right hand underneath my sleep shorts, feeling my smooth pussy radiating heat. My breath comes faster at my ministrations, imagining the feel of Whitt’s ümraniye escort bayan rough hands in place of mine.
Moaning softly, I run a finger through my soaked folds, gathering wetness before rubbing my hard clit. I bite my lips and spread my legs to give myself room.
Visualizing Whitt’s dark head between my thighs, his thick fingers pushing into me, his demanding tongue and lips working my clit. Blindly, I reach over to the drawer in my nightstand and grab my small vibrating wand. I turn it on and push down my shorts, inpatient and needy as I feel the cool air rush between my legs.
Taking a quick detour to my poor abused nipples that I had been twisting and pinching the entire time, I graze them over the sensitive tips.
I moan, “Whitt … mmm… please.” Gasping, I take the vibrator away and move it down over my stomach to my hot center, running it through my labia, ignoring my clit for now.
“Fuck,” I gasp as I tease myself, imagining being in Whitt’s strong arms. I finally run it over my deprived clit, I moan loudly into the empty room.
“Oh god, yes! Oh fuck, Whitt please!” I beg as I crest over the edge. Arching my back and pinching my nipple to the point of pain, I climax. My legs shake and my hips come up, trying to fuck Whitt’s imaginary cock. All I can hear is my heartbeat, as I cum harder than I have in a while.
Tossing the still vibrating toy onto the bed next to me, I relax all my muscles trying to catch my breath. Wetness pools underneath my ass, the room smelling of pussy and depravity. Breathing heavily, I open my eyes not really processing all of my surrounding, or what draws my attention back to reality. I look over to my doorway and freeze. I see Whitt standing there, wearing his clothes from last night. Hands clenched at his sides, his stare piercing through me, causing my heart to race again. Reaching down to pull the sheet up my body again, he stops me with a gruff, “Stop.”
Stalking over to the bed, he puts one knee onto the bed and grabs my head, his fingers roughly weaving through my hair. His lips crash down onto mine, his tongue pushing through my lips demanding and unyielding. I moan and bite his lower lip slightly. Swearing under his breath, he pulls back and his intense scrutiny causing another flood of wetness to escape from my core.
“God sweetheart, that was one of the hottest things I have ever seen. I went to grab us coffee and breakfast down the street to surprise you. I guess you weren’t the only one who got an unexpected surprise.”
He runs his left hand down my side, his light touch causing a shiver to go down my spine. He grins wickedly, “Though I didn’t get the best view of where I was standing. I think an encore is needed.” He slowly kisses me, the tenderness belying his need. He kisses his way down, pulling my sensitive nipples into his mouth, his teeth teasing them and making them harder than ever. Kissing my breasts, moving down my chest and stomach. Both hands around my waist, gripping me as if I were his lifeline our eyes meet.
“Play with your pretty tits, sweetheart. I don’t want them neglected as I explore.” He sends me a wink and continues his slow journey down my stomach, placing light kisses on my lower stomach, my pubis and the places where my thighs meet my core. Our eyes meet once again.
“Sweetheart are you okay?” he has my thighs in his hands, controlling my entire lower body. I nod, and his eyebrows lower in disapproval. Shaking his head he explains. “I need a verbal confirmation. I’m not going to do more than what you are comfortable with. You say stop, we stop. But I need to hear you say it.”
Taking a deep breath, I take one hand off my breasts and reach down to cup his cheek. “Please Whitt. I need this. I want this.” Groaning, he covers my hands with one of his, turning his head to place a kiss on my palm.
“Thank fuck.” Releasing my hand, his grip goes back to my thighs and pushes them wider. Leaning in closer, but not touching me anywhere else, he takes a deep breath in through his nose.
Taking a second to look up at me, he grins and says, “You know I was right last night. This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” And without any other words, he leans in and licks my core, from bottom to top. Swirling his tongue around my escort ümraniye clit when he reaches the top, I gasp and grab at his head, pulling him closer to my core. I can hear (and feel!) his chuckle as he continues with his pleasurable torture.
Moaning loud, I continue to tug and manipulate my nipples, adding to the sensations that are commanding all my body’s awareness and attention. Whitt shifts slightly to rub his thumb replacing his tongue, his touch rough and unyielding. I can feel his middle finger tease my opening his eyes still intently focused on my wet pussy. He slowly inserts his finger into my hole, my muscles clenching at the intrusion.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Your cunt is squeezing my finger so hard. I can’t wait to see how my cock feels when I’m buried deep inside you. You’re so tight, we’re definitely going to have to go slow for our first time.” While he speaks, he slowly pumps his finger in and out of my hole. He pulls his finger out, his thumb stopping as well. A needy whine comes out of my mouth, verbalizing my disapproval and demanding more from him.
“Jesus Lyd, your so fucking responsive.” He says inawe, as I feel his thick fingers tease my tight hole again. He pushes his first and second fingers slowly into me, my pussy clenching down hard, my body unaccustomed to having things that big inside. He curls them up and pushing in and out of my cunt, the pads of his fingers rough against the sensitive front wall of my pussy. Moaning louder, my hips start to respond by moving against his thrusts.
“Yes, Whitt! More, please I need more.” I groan and whimper, trying to reach my second climax of the morning. His movements get harder, and right as I was on the eclipse, he pulls his fingers out. I complain with a bewildered look and groan that shows my dissatisfaction.
“Were you close sweetheart?” I nod immediately, giving him the answer he wants so he’ll take me back to that glorious peak once again.
“Good, but I wasn’t done hearing the beautiful noises come from your mouth. This time I’ll make you come harder than you did earlier, but I need to hear you. Tell me what you want. I can’t give you what you want unless you tell me, right?” His questions are embarrassing and would be annoying if I wasn’t driven insane by lust, or if he were any other man.
But I’m past the point of no return, and I need it. I need the pleasure he gives me, so I’m tell him what he wants to hear.
“Whitt, I need you to fuck me with your fingers. Please rub my clit and make me cum. I need it, and if you won’t give it to me, I’ll push you out of the way and do it myself.” I’m close to crying out of frustration and need, but his response is immediate.
“Good girl,” he praises me as both fingers are pushed back into me. He’s finger fucking me at a punishing speed, and my head falls back onto the pillow. I close my eyes and start to babble nonsense.
“Fuck, yes Whitt. God, you make me feel so good. More, Whitt, I need more. I’m so close.” My hips start to move again, fucking myself against his fingers. My hands grip the sheet below me, as I strive to reach my climax. He’s giving me exactly what I asked for and more.
“Okay, sweetheart. Since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you more.” I don’t see his smirk or him reaching next to us, where I left the wand earlier on the bed.
He puts the speed on high, the buzzing not registering in my mind. All I’m aware of are the delightful fingers, pushing me higher and higher. He brings it down and lays it right on my clit, the hood pushed back, exposing the gland.
I shriek at the initial contact, the vibrations surprising me and overwhelming me simultaneously. I instinctively try and close my legs, but his broad shoulders prevent this from happening. I can feel my orgasm coming closer and closer. I grab at the pillow underneath my head, turning my head and biting down on the cotton as my orgasm wreaks havoc on all my senses. I scream and my body shakes as Whitt’s fingers continue to push my orgasm to go higher and longer.
The vibrator still on my clit, I push his hands away as everything becomes too sensitive.
Whitt pulls me into his arms, and I go limp as I come down from my massive climax, tears moving down my cheek. He murmurs sweet nothings into my ear as he caresses me lightly. After a few minutes of lying there, I look up at him. Putting my hand on his cheek, his eyes stare down into me, into my soul. I kiss his lips, his beard tickling my face like normal. Ignoring everything but the feel of his arms around me and his soft lips, I am content for the first time in a while.
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