The buzz of the alarm woke me up with a start. Feeling tremendously excited, I hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom. After doing my morning routine, I dressed in a camisole and shorts. I had to clean up my house for my guest. Going from room to room, I double-checked and triple-checked everything to make sure every nook and cranny was cleaned, dusted, and polished. KZ knew I was a slob but KZ didn’t need to see that on his first visit.
After that was done, I sat down and planned my meal for tonight. I wouldn’t say I was a world-class chef or that I had a passion for cooking. In fact, I hated to cook but it was something that had to be done so I made the most of my time in the kitchen. Deciding on something not too fancy, I scanned my cabinets and freezer to make sure I had all my ingredients. Once that was done, I pulled out my sophisticated dinnerware and set the small round table I had. I didn’t want to serve him his first meal on Styrofoam plates with plastic cutlery. A dark green tablecloth served as the backdrop for my black, dark green and gold placemats. I had matching green cloth napkins to go with my black plates and gold utensils.
I checked the clock and changed into a short-sleeved blue shirt and denim Bermuda shorts with my white and dark blue high-top sneakers. I rushed to the bathroom to apply some eyeshadow, mascara and clear lip-gloss. Taking the comb in hand, I threw my hair up into a messy bun. I smiled, satisfied with my appearance. Right on cue, there was a knock on the door. I whipped the door open to reveal a precious smile.
“Aunt Char!” The small voice shouted.
I bent down and gave Sasha a big hug. “Hi auntie’s pumpkin. I missed you.” I squeezed tighter.
“I missed you, too,” she beamed showing me her small pearly white teeth.
I released her and stood upright, looking Janie in the face. “Hey Jay.”
“Afternoon, Char. You talking to me again? I didn’t get a message from you last night.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.” Smiling, I grabbed my purse and keys.
The three of us headed to the park that was near our building. The neatly kept grounds invited many people but it wasn’t overbearing. The park consisted of three jungle gyms, a merry-go-round and ten swings. The jungle gyms were divided into different age groups and numerous benches surrounded each area so we could be close to Sasha while still having a private conversation. Sasha took off running to have many pretend adventures and make new friends. Janie and I took a seat and observed. And it was in these moments that I wanted a child of my own.
“You know that girl woke up at seven and then had the nerve to ask me could I make her pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausage, eggs and home fries.”
“Wow! What an appetite!”
“She doesn’t even eat half of that stuff. That’s what her grandmother makes every morning. She cooks like she’s feeding the whole city and it’s just the three of them.”
“Did you make all of that?”
“Half. And I certainly didn’t make it at seven in the morning. When Sasha climbed in my bed with her order, she fell off to sleep. I cooked when she got up again.” Janie paused briefly. “So, what were you up to before we knocked? You weren’t your usual groggy self.”
“Cleaning up a bit and planning my dinner.” I glanced at her.
“Cleaning and cooking? What for?”
I sucked my teeth and shifted my body weight. “You know what for.”
“Ugh,” she groaned. “Are you serious? In your house?”
“We have a lot in common.”
“You have porn in common,” she interrupted.
“He’s easy to talk to and he listens to me,” I continued. “And yes, we have porn in common. But sometimes it’s not even about that. We can view erotica without getting off. We have an appreciation for the art.”
“How do you even know what he says is true? He could be some creep who masturbates all day.”
I laughed rather loudly. “I know because I talk to him and he talks to me about more than porn.” I paused and smiled. “He’s a really cool person. You should meet him.”
“I will, just not when I have Sasha. You know, in case we find ourselves in a Panic Room situation. I can operate better if I don’t have a three-year-old slowing me down.”
“Oh, ’cause you’re about that life? Combat is second nature to you?” I giggled.
“Girl, self-preservation and adrenaline will turn you into a different person. You can’t be a helpless damsel.”
I rolled my eyes apathetically. “He’s nice. Trust me.”
“I trust you. It’s him I don’t trust.”
“But you don’t know him.”
She sighed loudly. “That’s true. This is just a weird situation.”
“People meet in different ways; like if he bumped into me at the bank or if I saw him on the bus or if we were going for the same cab. We met discussing porn and not crazy out-there weird porn, plain ole boy on girl missionary humping porn.”
“I see your point,” she finally conceded.
A silence fell between us as we watched Sasha play with another girl about her age. The two children laughed and chased each other.
“Does he want children?” Janie asked suddenly.
“I don’t know. We don’t really get into that sort of personal stuff. We talk about our current lives and work but not about future stuff.”
“You’re not discussing future stuff, let’s see how long that last. You are always in the future.”
I rolled my eyes in annoyance. But she was right.
The rest of the conversation consisted of the normal topics between us; work, family, a little bit of non-sense. Soon it was time to go. Sasha successfully tired herself out and it was time for a nap, and I had to get back home and start preparing dinner. Leaving them at their door, I headed inside. Taking off my sneaks and changing into some lounge clothes, I checked the time. It was two on the dot. I brought my laptop over to the bed with me. I double-checked to make sure the text chat application was open so he would know I was online. Opening up my Netflix application, I re-watched episodes of The Office while I relaxed. Waking up early was starting to take its toll. I was not an early-riser. A quick nap would do me some good. My meal didn’t require a lot of prep work, especially since the chicken was already thawed. My eyelids grew heavy as I drifted off to sleep.
A chime startled me awake. I glanced at the clock. Forty minutes had passed. My heart fluttered as I looked at my message.
KammiWithaK: Hi. How was work?
KingZeus: Busy. I don’t understand why people shop so damn early in the morning. It’s maddening. Like why aren’t you still home asleep? I would be home asleep.
KammiWithaK: Lol…beats me. Wow, sorry I asked.
KingZeus: It’s alright. I got my venting out. Other than that, it’s nice out today. I hope it’s still nice this evening.
KammiWithaK: What are you doing this evening?
KingZeus: You…seeing you.
KammiWithaK: OMG! You thought I was serious??
KingZeus: Yeah… You weren’t??
KammiWithaK: No, that’s creepy. You could be a nut job who talks to a beautiful golden-haired goddess all day.
KingZeus: .........that’s not funny.
KammiWithaK: It kinda was. Lol
KingZeus: Golden goddess…you should have made that your username.
KammiWithaK: It was taken already. So wyd?
KingZeus: Checking my email and reading the new issue that came out today.
KammiWithaK: Manga or comic?
KingZeus: Comic. Also, I’m waiting for Rhett. He needs me for something.
KammiWithaK: Oh, cool. I think I’m going to take a nap.
KingZeus: Nap? What are you, 73?
KammiWithaK: I was up early.
KingZeus: You? Early?
KammiWithaK: Yeah. I had to clean this den from my last victim.
KingZeus: What was his fate?
KammiWithaK: I did away with him. It’s hard to find good sex slaves to sate my hunger. This goddess’ appetite is insatiable.
KingZeus: I’ll just have to conquer that. I’m sure my magic staff can quell your hunger.
KammiWithaK: Lol @ magic staff.
KingZeus: That’s all I could come up with.
KammiWithaK: It was OK, not good, just OK.
KingZeus: You do better then.
KammiWithaK: Next time. I want to bask in that horrible phrasing.
KingZeus: Ha Ha…Oh I need your address.
KammiWithaK: What do I get for giving it to you?
KingZeus: I’ll show you when I get there.
KammiWithaK: Idk. That might not be worthwhile.
KingZeus: Trust me it will be.
KammiWithaK: Alright. You have me intrigued, mage.
KammiWithaK: You have a magic staff. You’re a mage.
KingZeus: Look at you showing me that geek side.
KammiWithaK: :-) I’m in Victorian Heights. 1616.
KingZeus: Victorian Heights. Fancy.
KammiWithaK: This place is not fancy.
KingZeus: Looks fancy on the outside.
KammiWithaK: Not the inside.
KingZeus: Seven is still good?
KammiWithaK: Yup! I’ll see you then. I have to lay my traps to snare my meal.
KingZeus: Are they still traps if I willingly come?
KammiWithaK: Good question…I’m going to sleep for 30 and I’ll see you at 7.
KingZeus: Alright, beautiful. ;-)
KammiWithaK: What did I say about that flattery…see you later.
I shut the lid on my laptop and closed my eyes with the brightest smile across my face.
My internal alarm had me up forty-five minutes later. Jumping up, I headed into the kitchen to start dinner. The clock on the oven read 5:16. I had to hustle. It’s a good thing the preparations were fairly simple and I was good with multitasking. While the chicken was in the oven cooking and the sides on the stove, I went to the bathroom to get ready. After taking a quick shower, I ran in the nude into the kitchen to check on the chicken. Back in the bathroom, I moisturized my body, combed my hair into a simple updo style, put on some face and eye makeup from my warm tone palette, ran a light gloss over my lips and added some mascara. I stood in my closet area trying to figure out what to wear. I didn’t want to be over dressed and awkward since we were staying in the house but I didn’t want to be too lax. I wasn’t about to show him the holey sweatpants I wore when I was feeling crampy.
After several moments and several sweeps with my eyes, a plum colored sundress popped out at me. Snatching it off the hanger, I hastily pulled it over my head, the soft material draping my body. The sleeveless V-neck A-line dress grazed the top of my knees. It was clingy in the bust and waist and flared at my hips, creating a figure-flattering silhouette without being tight enough to show the definition of my backside. After adding a simple pair of gold hoop earrings, I was finish. I gave myself a final once-over in the full-length mirror attached to my bathroom door. Twirling around giddily, I allowed myself to feel happy. It’d been years since I cooked for a man. I was excited and apprehensive. A sudden knock on the door sent my heart tumbling in my chest. I dashed to the door. Smoothing my appearance and taking a deep breath, I opened the door to reveal warm brown eyes.
“Damn…I mean wow…I mean hi.” KZ comically stumbled over his words, his face flushing just the same.
I smiled brightly. “Hi, yourself.” I had the same reaction only I hid mine better. KZ was dressed in a white tee and black jeans with white sneakers. He looked…delectable.
“No, you’re good. This is something I just threw on.” I stepped back. “Please, come in.”
I closed the door behind KZ as he toed off his sneakers and placed his backpack by the door. “It smells good in here. I’m getting hungry.”
“Do you want to eat right now? The food is ready.”
“Can we please? I haven’t eaten anything since this morning.”
I guided him to my dining area to the left, beside the kitchen. I sat him down at my small round table.
“You sit right here and I’ll get your food.” Grabbing the plates off the table, I moved quickly in the kitchen to plate our meals. “I wasn’t sure on drinks. Do you want beer, wine, soda, water?”
“Water is fine. Do you want some help?”
“No, I got it.” I placed two glasses of water on the table and went back to grab the plates. I sat the black plate down in front of him. “I hope you like it.” I sautéed chicken breast in rosemary and other spices and served it with buttered mash potatoes and steamed broccoli. And for dessert I offered some slices of a loaf cake.
“Everything looks and smells great. And this table is nice, real fancy,” he grinned.
“Thanks,” I giggled. “I try.”
As we ate, KZ talked more about work and shared more of his crazy customer stories. We whole-heartedly laughed together. I didn’t have funny stories about work, but I shared with him some of the interesting pieces I’ve come across while proofreading articles. He listened intently as I talked. I admired that. I hated talking and feeling as if I was not being listened to. It annoyed me severely. Then, there was a moment of silence between us.
“You know, I was nervous about asking you to meet me in person. I had been mulling it over for weeks and pestering Rhett for his opinion. I ultimately decided on not asking but Rhett convinced me,” KZ confessed.
“So, Rhett was for meeting me? Janie wasn’t for it at all. She said I was being stupid.”
“Stupid was her exact word?”
I nodded my head.
“That’s funny. Rhett called me stupid for not doing it. He said life rewards those who are daring.”
“I’m glad you listened to him.” My tone was a little low, heavier.
“I’m glad you didn’t listen to her.” His tone matched mine.
“What if I wasn’t what you were expecting? What if I wasn’t…attractive.”
“You think you’re ugly?” he asked with an incredulous inflection.
“Not at all. I’m confident in my appearance but that doesn’t mean I would be attractive to you.”
“I see what you’re asking.” He paused briefly. “I don’t know what I would have done but that wouldn’t have stopped me from talking to you. You’re fun and funny. I like our banter. The online masturbation sessions would be pretty awkward, though. It would have ruined my fantasies but that’s probably it,” he chuckled.
I chuckled quietly. “So, I guess you were rewarded for being daring.”
“Thoroughly,” was all he said with an intense look on his face that had my pulse racing.
I stood up to clear the table. KZ insisted on helping me clean up. He loaded my dishwasher while I put the rest of the food in containers to store in the fridge. Once the dishwasher was full and running, we went back into the living room and sat on the couch. We sat directly beside each other even though my couch was spacious. His proximity had my body on high alert. I put on a movie channel but we didn’t really watch what was on. Our conversations were the source of our entertainment.
“So this is the first eromanga I bought.” He handed me the book.
I examined the cover and artwork. “Looks good. What is it about?”
“Two high school kids that are growing up together. The girl is American Japanese. Her mother left her with her business partners and their son when she was like twelve because she was transferred back to the states for work. The boy’s parents are still in Japan with them but they’re not really in the picture. So the two of them are usually left to themselves living their normal lives and screwing all the time. I started reading for pleasure but as it goes along, the story gets very interesting. The girl overhears the boy talking with his parents. They are being transferred to a branch in London and they want him to come. The boy tells his parents no, but because he never brings it up to the girl, she gets scared thinking he really wants to leave. Finally they clear the air and he tells her he’ll never leave and they’ll be together forever.”
“That is so sweet and so vanilla. I love mushy romance. I have to read this.”
“I…I could leave it with you if you want.” There was a slight hesitation in his tone.
“No, no, I couldn’t take your copy. I wouldn’t feel comfortable. I’ll read it online. But thanks for telling me about it.” I thumbed through the pages some more, noting the artwork and details.
“No problem. I thought you would like it.”
“I really do. I can’t wait to read it.” I paused. “This girl’s tits are humongous!”
“Yeah,” he grinned.
The more I looked, the more I was starting to get aroused. I felt his eyes burning into me. Raising my gaze to his, I noticed he was looking at me intently.
“What?” I asked feeling nervous.
“You got a look in your eye.”
“What look is that?”
“Oh, you know,” he smiled.
Placing the book down, I stood up and sauntered toward the small hallway. I motioned with my finger for him to follow me. KZ put his book away and followed. My insides flipped with joy and fear. This man was figuring me out too quickly. Maybe it was because he learned my mind before my body.
“So, this is your love cave? Any traps I should look out for?”
“Foolish man, you sprung the trap as soon as you knocked on the door,” I grinned.
Setting down his backpack, he peered around my room. Directly in front of him was a wall and window with my black colored workstation and laptop to the left. In the opposite corner to the right was an entrance to the large bathroom. My bed rested between two black nightstands to our left and beside my bed was my TV mounted on the wall and two tall black dressers. I had pictures in different frames of myself and family scattered about most of the flat surfaces and walls. I also had a bunch of pictures of Janie, Randall and Sasha, too. He walked around looking at some of the photos.
“Cute kid,” he remarked looking at an old photo of Sasha.
“Thanks. She’s my niece.”
“Niece? I thought you were an only child.”
“I am. That’s Janie’s kid. She’s technically my god-daughter but I don’t want to be called god-mother and the aunt-niece relation works just as well.”
“But god-mothers have powers. You know, covering up shenanigans, keeping secrets from the parents, sneaking drinks for the kid and bailing them out of jail when they do stupid stuff,” he finished with his light chuckle.
I laughed, too. “Aunts have all those powers and more.”
He looked around some more. “You don’t have a closet?”
“I do.” I took him to the corner of my room near the bathroom. “It’s like a small changing area. I have a small closet on both sides and the bathroom at the end.”
We walked into my large white and lilac themed bathroom. It was basic but with a large tub/shower combo, lots of floor space and linen closet built into one of the walls.
“I hate tiny bathrooms. That’s why I leased this place. I can deal with the one window and no balcony for this bathroom. And I love that there’s and entrance in my bedroom and the living room.” I opened the second door to show him.
“Nice. I wondered why there was a door in your living room.”
“Yup,” I smiled closing the door.
“What’s the deal with the chair? He asked pointing to the chair I had to the left of the sink.
“I use it when I do my makeup and hair.”
Leading him back into my room, I pulled back the black, red and gray duvet of my queen size bed to reveal dark gray sheets. Propping up the red pillows against the simple styled black headboard, I took a seat and patted the bed beside me. He grinned and took a seat.
“Your bathroom is so bright and your room is so dark.”
“Everyone says use light colors so I chose to be defiant and went the opposite way. Plus, I love the color gray.”
“You’re a mess,” he laughed.
I grabbed the TV remote off the nightstand and flipped to a channel but turned the volume down to three. We shifted so that we faced each other but could see the TV if need be. I immediately started to feel nervous. I wanted to initiate something but didn’t quite know how shy of kissing him or asking him to get naked and climb on top of me.
“So you wanna get naked while I pull up something for us to watch.”
My eyes grew wide in shock. “You go for it right away, huh?”
“I could get naked first if you want, pussy cat,” he offered standing up and pulling his shirt over his head.
I breathed a little heavier looking at his toned body. Sitting down again, he pulled his laptop out and clicked around.
“What are you putting on this time?”
“I’m actually finishing up a three episode series about a guy and a girl doing it. There’s really no plot to this one. I just like the way it’s drawn.” He looked over to me expectantly, an eyebrow rose.
“What?” I asked.
“Are you going to get naked?”
“You said you were first.”
He smirked at me. “See, you’re a pussy cat.”
He sat the laptop on my bed and stood once again to shed his pants and boxers. He stood in front of me in his birthday suit, shamelessly. I stood up and followed suit. I really shouldn’t be hesitant in front of him anymore. We’ve done a bunch of intimate things already. I pulled my dress overhead and in one motion, I was unclothed before him. He gawked at me.
“No bra and panties again?”
“I’m beginning to wonder if you even own any.”
“Oh, I do. A lot of them actually. You wanna check?”
“Later.” He shifted to the middle of my bed. “Come here. I want to try something out.”
Grabbing my wrist, KZ pulled me into him, my back resting against his hard chest and my ass between his toned thighs. I made no move to resist, I felt comfortable in his embrace. He moved the laptop between my legs and clicked the play button. With his hands on my knees, I felt his mouth move next to my ear.
“Tell me what you would be doing if you were alone.”
“You know what I would be doing,” I smiled.
“Tell me how you would be doing it.”
“I rub my clit.”
“That’s it? That’s so boring.” He still used a low husky tone.
“Oh, excuse me. Isn’t there only one way you fap? Up and down. Up and down.” I laughed quietly.
“Yeah, but you have more options. And toys.”
“Guys have toys, too. That Fleshlight thing looks pretty hot when they use it.”
“You watch guys masturbate?”
“I’m not a guy so I got curious. The internet is a great learning tool.”
I felt the rumble of his soft laughter. He kissed my cheek when he settled down. “Alright, so I’ll just rub your clit.” The tip of his index finger pressed into the tip of me and began rubbing in small circles. I sighed and relaxed a little more into him. Soon, my body tensed and my breathing changed slightly. “You’re pretty wet already,” he breathed into my ear.
“Well duh. I’m naked while watching a hentai video with you,” I breathed.
“Which one of those excites you more?”
“Like I would tell you.” A smirk crept to my lips even though I knew he couldn’t see it.
He rubbed faster now. I released a moan. He moaned in response in my ear. He continuously rubbed as we watched the video. KZ was right. There really wasn’t a plot to this but the graphics were really good and very realistic. The couple we were watching was newlyweds and attacking each other like animals in heat. Every opportunity they had they were engaging in intercourse and in every place; ranging from the gas station to the last aisle of a convenience store. My walls fluttered and the throbbing in my core called to me. The feeling of him rubbing my clit and only my clit was not enough. I needed something more. I needed to be filled. I moved my hand with the intentions on filling this yearning but he quickly grabbed my wrist. He pulled it back and kissed it before hooking my hand around the back of his neck.
“If you were by yourself would you be using two hands to please you?”
I told the truth and shook my head.
“Only one hand then.”
I moaned in frustration as he brought his hand back to continue vigorously rubbing my jewel.
“You like to tease yourself, right?” he whispered in my ear, his breath causing me to shudder more.
I nodded my head. “But I need to be filled. I can feel your cock against me.”
His other hand moved and then I felt the head of his shaft tap my back repeatedly.
“That’s not nice,” I moaned and felt more of my lubricants flow.
I rocked my hips into his touch. His finger brushed my entrance, teasing my opening. I felt his lips lightly press to my neck and then I felt the tip of his nose skim up my neck to my ear. His finger danced at my entrance again.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered and lightly squeezed a breast with his left hand. “It’s so slick.”
My head fell back more into his shoulder, giving him more access to my neck. His tongue tickled the lobe of my ear and then I felt his nose slide back down the column of my neck. His lips pressed against me again. My left hand squeezed the underside of his thigh to keep it from moving. His kisses traveled toward the front of my neck and then back up, heading to my jawline. I turned more into him wanting to feel his lips on mine. His lips reached the corner of my lips and then moved back down toward my chin. I groaned disappointed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked into my ear.
I squirmed more. My hand fell from his neck. I brought two fingers into my wet mouth and sucked greedily. He groaned and rubbed me faster. His other hand left my breast and caressed my neck turning my chin toward him.
“Tell me what’s wrong?”
“You know what’s wrong. I want to be filled.” I gave him my half-truth not wanting him to know I wanted a kiss.
His other hand held my wrist and pulled my fingers from my mouth. He placed my hand atop his that was working against me. I latched onto his wrist and squeezed. His free hand went back to holding my breast. Without warning my breath hitched, my body stiffened and my fingers dug into him. I let out a cry of pleasure and exhaustion as I climaxed. KZ’s motions ceased and he removed his finger. I sunk into him, relaxed as my breathing returned to normal. At some point the episode ended but I had no idea when. My head fell back to look in his face.
“You don’t play fair,” I pouted.
He just smiled. “I wasn’t trying to be mean. I just wanted to simulate what you do when you’re alone.”
“Well it didn’t feel the way it feels when I’m alone.”
“Did it feel better?”
“I’m not telling you to inflate your ego.”
“Ouch,” he mocked. “That’s alright. I don’t need you to tell me. I have my proof right here.” KZ abruptly pushed two fingers inside of me and filled me briefly before my contracting muscles pushed him out. He lifted his fingers for both of us to see the smooth coating of my essence. “I think this is all the proof I need.” He whispered in that husky voice before his fingers disappeared into his mouth.
I squirmed more, the feeling of needing to be filled returning viciously.
“You taste so good.” He told me in my ear. “I want to put my face down there and drown in your pool.”
My back arched with that imagery. His arms slid around me, holding me tight, my breasts resting on top.
“I want to run my tongue all over your thighs and clean up the mess I made down there. And then taste more of you. But this time I won’t use my fingers. I want to use only my tongue to please you.”
I moaned desperately. “I want to feel that.”
His hands moved to grope my breasts and pinch my nipples as he continued. “I’ll shove my tongue so deep in your pussy and make you scream out my name. I’ll move it back and forth inside of you and make you beg for my big dick to fill you up.”
“I’ll beg now, baby,” I panted. “I want you to fill me up.”
“Fill you up with what, Kammi?”
I moaned again, when I heard my name come from him. “Fill me with your dick.” My hands pushed into his thighs as my back arched more. My legs spread wider as my body moved on its own to emphasize my desire. “I want you to fill me up with your big dick, baby. Please.”
He groaned deep. “I can’t deny you when you beg like that. But we’re not at that part, yet.”
I whimpered in protest. “You’re right we’re not there, yet.”
I shifted my entire body swiftly out of his grasp to turn toward him. My hand hurriedly latched onto his shaft and started stroking up and down at a rapid pace. The rigidness of him excited me more. He was so stiff and so thick. My hand moved up and down his smoothness with ease. With each upward stroke, I made sure to flick my wrist to massage the head. He shuddered and sighed deeply. He leaned back on his hands, supporting his weight. His hips moved up into my hand, meeting my strokes. His head fell back and his hips bucked faster. I grew more excited looking at his pleasured face.
“That feels so good,” he breathed.
I pumped faster.
“You’re going to make me cum if you keep that up,” he warned me.
“Then I guess I better stop,” I whispered.
My hand released him and I heard him sigh. I quickly covered his cock with my mouth. Holding my cheeks tight against him, I created a suction to give him the most pleasure. My head bobbed between his legs. I bounced on the bed a little, as he fell completely onto his back. His fingers laced into my golden hair and he pushed me further down on him. My mouth watered and the walls of my core fluttered. I loved the demanding need he was displaying. I moaned around his shaft. He groaned harder and his hips bucked off the bed into my mouth.
“Kammi, I’m ’bout to cum.”
I moaned my acknowledgement and moved faster. My tongue swirled around the head of his cock.
“For real, Kammi. I can’t.”
I continued with my motions. I felt his fingers grip my hair I guess in an attempt to get me to lift my head. I used a hand to aid in his simulation. I stroked him and sucked on the tip of him, my tongue lapping at the underside. I heard a harsh grunt and my mouth was soon filled with the heat and flavor of his expended seed. I released him and crawled over top of him, straddling his hips to see his gorgeously pleasured face. His eyes met mine as I swallowed his seed. His eyes widen as I licked my lips.
“You taste good, too.” I used my husky sexy tone.
KZ sat up leaning back on his hands. “What happened to being all submissive?” he smiled.
“You said I was submissive, not me.” I scooted back off his lap, putting my butt on the bed, draping my thighs over his. I pushed two fingers inside of my wet passage and moaned out. “I like to tease too much to be fully submissive. Now if I recall, this gets you really worked up, doesn’t it?” I left it at that and started pumping my fingers in and out of me. I moaned my enjoyment as he watched me. His eyes were fixated on my self-pleasuring. That only excited me more. I leaned on one elbow to give him a better view.
“This feels so good but I wish I had something more,” I whimpered. “I wish I had something to fill me more than these little fingers.”
His hand encircled his flaccid member and stroked it, coaxing it back to life.
“I need something big and thick to throb inside of me. I feel so abandoned having to do this myself.” I looked intently into his eyes, teasing him greatly. I licked my lips and moaned longingly. “I need more than this.”
His stiffening shaft stood tall in his grasp now.
“I need you,” I whispered.
His arms circled around my back and pulled me into his lap. The head of him was right at the entrance to my chasm. Unable to resist, I wiggled and angled my hips to take him fully inside. We moaned in unison.
“Is this what you needed?” he asked as his firm hands took hold of my hips and rocked me on his cock.
“Yes,” I moaned desperately. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I shifted my legs so that I was on my knees, giving myself better leverage. I bounced wildly on him. His lips went to my neck and sucked harshly.
“KZ.” I wanted to gain his attention but ended up moaning his name as a pleasured wave crashed upon me.
“We keep playing these dangerous games. Once again, I’m inside you without a condom.”
“I know,” I panted not really caring about those consequences right now.
His hands moved up my body to my breasts. He molded them around his face as his tongue moved wildly against them. Pressing them together, he took both my nipples into his mouth at the same time. I couldn’t contain the pleasure I felt. I climaxed right on the spot. My muscles fluttered rapidly around his cock. He grunted against my breasts. He continued to lick and suck both my nipples together.
“That feels so good. I love that,” I cried.
He made another noise against me. I bounced harder.
“I have to get the condom, baby,” he struggled to get out.
“I know,” I panted. “But I can’t stop.”
His hands went back to my hips and dug into me. “Me either.”
I bounced some more before his hands stopped my hips from moving. He lifted me off him and gently pushed me on to the bed.
“Let me grab a condom,” he panted. He reached over the side of the bed and dug in his pants, pulling out the contraceptive. He rolled it on and got up on his knees. “Turn around,” he spoke firmly.
I did as I was told and turned around on all fours. I lowered down to my elbows and arched my back, wagging my ass teasingly.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Yeah?” I breathed and shuddered in anticipation.
His hands gripped my hips as he moved closer to me. His tip pushed inside. I groaned and squirmed. This was a lot tighter. I felt my walls stretch to accommodate his girth. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. With each pass, his pace increased until he was moving inside me rapidly. I panted and cried out as he filled me with so much pleasure. He pushed so deep inside me it was almost painful. I felt him reach around and fondle my clit. My fingers clutched at the sheets.
“Fuck,” I screamed. My walls clenched and my body trembled with another release.
“Fuck,” he grunted moving even faster.
He pumped a few more times before I felt him throb and twitch inside me, spilling his seed. KZ leaned over me breathing heavy. His lips pressed into my back a couple times, making me shudder. He pulled out of me and got off the bed. I watched him head to the bathroom. I stretched my limbs feeling amazing. He walked out the bathroom and started to dress.
“You can stay if you want. I wouldn’t kick you out after I rocked your world,” I smiled.
His face fell. “I can’t. I have to help Rhett.”
“Oh.” My body turned cold and hollow. I rolled over and reached for my robe. I wrapped it around me and stood up.
“I’m sorry to hit and run.” He gave me a weak smile.
“It’s fine. You don’t have to apologize for that.” I bit my lip.
“You’re not upset are you?” he asked as he gathered his backpack.
“No,” I smiled weakly. “Why would I be?”
I followed him to the door as he put his sneakers on.
“Thanks for dinner. It was really good. You didn’t tell me you could cook.”
“I do alright. It’s just basics.” I could feel my voice rattle.
I looked up in his light brown eyes. He seemed to be struggling with something. He quickly kissed me on the forehead. “I’m really sorry I can’t stay.”
“It’s fine. I just wish you told me you weren’t.”
“Well, I was supposed to come for dinner,” he chuckled lightly.
“Dinner,” I scoffed. “You knew this was about more than dinner.”
He didn’t say anything. He slung his backpack over his shoulder, turned and opened the door. “Goodnight, Kay.”
“’Night, KZ.” I closed my door and turned my lock.
I went back in my bedroom and looked at the clock. It read midnight. This was the time we would just start messing around over the Web; not finishing up. I wasn’t tired like I usually was after multiple climaxes either. Grabbing my laptop before laying across my cold bed, I streamed episodes of The Mindy Project to watch. Finding humor in her tragic love life would help me suppress the emptiness I was feeling right now until my eyes drift shut. A beep from my computer startled me out of my sleep. I had a message.
KingZeus: I’m really, really sorry. I honestly didn’t think you would ask me to stay in your apartment overnight. I thought you’d be uncomfortable with me there so I told Rhett I’d be back.
KammiWithaK: I said it was fine.
KingZeus: But you wanted me to stay.
KammiWithaK: I said it was fine.
He didn’t type anything after that and I put my show back on until I drifted off again. I jumped out of my sleep again but it wasn’t a beep that jarred me awake.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Who could be at my door this time of night? The time on my laptop read 2:20am. I slowly moved out of the bed when I heard the knocks again. I grabbed my baseball bat from the side of the bed and went to the door. I looked through the peephole and my heart skipped a beat. I quickly unlocked the door and opened it.
“What are you doing here?”
“I felt bad for leaving you,” KZ spoke breathing ragged.
“Why are you out of breath?”
“Oh…um…I got impatient and took the stairs.”
“You ran up sixteen flights of stairs?” I yelled loudly into the hall.
He just gave me his infectious smile. I pulled him by the jacket into my home.
“You’re stupid,” I mumbled, closing the door and walking back toward my room. I turned around when I didn’t hear him behind me. “It’s two-thirty in the morning. Aren’t you tired?”
“Oh.” He quickly hung up his jacket on my coatrack and took off his sneakers.
I heard him click the lock on the door before he followed me into the room. I sat the bat down and climbed into bed with my back to him. I moved my laptop to the floor. I rolled over to face him when I realized he wasn’t moving again. “Are you going to just stand there?”
“Oh.” He stripped down naked and climbed into my bed.
Rolling over, I took off my robe and got comfortable. I felt him scoot behind me and wrap an arm around me.
“Thanks,” I yawned.
“Goodnight, Kay.” He kissed my cheek.
“’Night, KZ.” Sighing, I smiled into my pillow before drifting off to sleep again.