She practically melts on top of me, kissing me and gasping for breath. She stays nestled on top of me, her face in the crook of my neck.
"That was fucking amazing." She whispers.
"That's an understatement." I chuckle, "That was divine. I know why the French call it 'the little death' now."
She pulls back and looks at me with a cocked brow, "The little death? How so?"
I can't wipe the grin that is on my face off, "Because I swear I just died and went to heaven. As cliché as it sounds, it's the closest way to describe it."
She pauses, a smile spreading across her face. "I , okay." She processes my words for a second, "I don't know what to say to that." She blushes.
"You don't have to say anything, Sarina." I pull her head down and kiss her, my cock twitching and ready to fill her again.
Her eyes widen and she pushes back on my chest, as she looks down between us, "Oh my god, you..." She points down at where we are still joined, her chest rising and falling, making her tits bounce in my face and make my cock twitch again.
"Me, what?" I ask her amused, beginning to move my hips as my cock grows again.
"Again?! I.. how?" She gasps, feeling me filling her up from the inside.
"I think it's because of you..." I whisper, my lips searching for hers as I lean forward, snaking a hand to the back of her neck to pull her towards me.
"I don't think my legs can handle it again..." She starts.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll handle it." I grin, whispering huskily against her lips.
I'm going to take my time and savor this one.
Her squeak of surprise that escapes our kiss is adorable as I flip us over, so I'm on top. I break the kiss and smile, trailing my tongue on her neck, tasting her tangy skin, smelling the faintest trace of her perfume from earlier.
I thrust up into her, making her clench her thighs around my hips and gasp as I suck on the nape of her neck. She's so responsive to my touch right now, it's driving me mad to not want to just take her like an animal. I so badly want to tie her to this bed and have her submit to me. Have her cumming screaming my name so that the only man she sees is me.
I'm lazy with my thrusts, focusing more on setting her skin ablaze with need from my hands and mouth that suck, touch, and fondle her. I take in the weight of her breasts in my hand, massaging them in large circles, pinching at the nipples to make her whimper. She groans when I move my mouth down to suck her breast in to my mouth, a hard slow thrust following my departure from it.
"Bloody hell, I'm so glad I kissed you." She mutters with a breathless gasp as my slow thrust quickens her pulse that I can feel through her walls.
I chuckle, "Me too." I mean that too. I never thought I'd see her again, much less, be blessed to slide between those thighs and listen to her cries of pleasure.
She whines as I pull my cock from her, but she immediately tenses when she feels me moving down to nest my head in her thighs.
"Wait! You just..." I cut her off, licking her all over, daring her with my eyes to try and stop me from eating her deliciousness.
Who cares if I just came here?
Her eyes wide in shock, she giggles, "That's actually really fucking hot. Oh my god...." Her head falls back in ecstasy her moans filling up the room as dine on her.
When my mouth breaks from her cunt, she's still gasping, but just as she looks down at me, she's cries out as I shove my cock inside of her.
"AH!" She clings to me, her body shuddering in response to suddenly being filled. "Don't move.." She whimpers, "I ... oh .. god... wasn't expecting that." She takes a few deep breaths and I move her hair from her face.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask.
She shakes her head no, but as I begin to move her eyes scrunch up and I stop.
"NO keep going, please keep going. I'm just sensitive and feel like I'm going to explode all over this room." She urges me on.
"Don't worry, I'm not stopping." I kiss those swollen lips, holding onto her shoulders in a close embrace and being to rock deep in to her folds, feeling her wombs entrance as I thrust.
I don't stop until she's convulsing in my arms, whimpering in my mouth, and I have filled her to the brim with my seed.
She's exhausted, so I start a warm bath and carry her to the water, cleaning her and me as she fights sleep but succumbs to it. I pull her from the tub, wrapping her up in a towel and change the sheets before placing her in the naked next to me. My arms wrapped around her.
I awaken to her stirring awake and I stretch out, "Good morning, Sarina." I purr, feeling her hand freeze over the rumble in my chest.
"Morning..." She says shyly.
"How are you feeling?" I ask, thinking of her ass.
"A little tender, but I think I'll be alright." She clears her throat and rolls from the bed, heading to the bathroom.
I stretch again, my morning wood standing proudly at attention as I get up and grab my underwear and slip them on. I gather her clothes for her and knock on the bathroom door. I imagine that she would want them.
"Just a second, please." She calls out through the door.
"I was just going to hand you your clothes." I inform her.
She cracks the door open and I see her hand out and open for them. Handing them over, she mumbles a thank you and closes the door again. I get dressed and drink some much needed water.
A few minutes later, she steps out, her hair in a messy bun, but on her it looked like a stylist had spent hours making it just right. Her clothes were slightly rumpled but it didn't detract from her natural beauty shining through.
I do not want to part ways yet, I'm enjoying this goddess, knowing I put that rosy glow in her cheeks.
"Would you like to get some breakfast? It's only seven, but I know a place that makes the best crepes and waffles, my treat." I offer, breakfast being the only thing I could think of to possibly prolong our interaction. "I don't know about you, but I could really use some coffee."
"I have to get my purse from my locker, but sure. Coffee sounds great." She smiles and we walk together as she gets her purse and we head to our cars.
"So where are we going?" Sarina asks, unlocking her car.
"Layered over on East Virginia street."
"Alright, I'll see you there." She climbs in and I'm not far behind her.
My phone dings with a text and I let the car read it out to me.
-From Lance received today at 7:12AM Hey man you have a good night?-
I chuckle and respond, -Yes, I did. Going to go grab breakfast right now. I'll talk to you later.-
A message comes back, -Nice, stop by the house afterwards. -
-Will do.-
I arrive at the café and spot her car already in the parking area. As I step out from mine, she joins me in the parking lot. I open the door for her and we're seated by the waitress that normally serves me.
"Hey Brian, would you like your usual?" She asks warmly.
"Yes, Maggie, but just bring me my coffee for now, please." I tell her, and Sarina is asked how she likes her coffee.
"Medium roast please, no sugar, with caramel creamer please."
Once the waitress leaves, Sarina sits back looking at the menu, "You must really like the place if you're on a first name basis with the servers here."
I shrug, "I get a coffee and a bite to eat here two to three days a week. It gives me time to relax with out work staring me in the face."
She lowers the menu, taking an assumption from her observations but still inquires, "Kind of like the club?"
"Yes and no. Here, I have no worries, I'm just Brian who likes coffee and crepes, in the club, I have been many things..." I trail off, shaking my head, as thoughts of Lirael fill my mind.
"So do you have a sub at the club you see regularly?" She asks, setting her menu down.
"Not for a while now." I lean back as Maggie brings our coffee out and asks if we're ready.
"I'll have my usual, Maggie. Sarina?" I nod to her and she smiles at Maggie.
"I'll have the same as him. If you eat it all the time, it must be good."
Maggie smiles and leaves us be to continue our conversation.
"So," Sarina rubs her thumb over the rim of her cup in thought, "why have you been single then?"
I clear my throat, not expecting that question and found myself not wanting to lie to her either.
"Um, I was interested in someone for quite some time, but it didn't work out in the end for me." I scratch the back of my head, awkwardly. "I've just sort of buried myself in work since then. I've only gone to the club to drink and avoid normal bars. They're not exactly my cup of coffee." I say taking a drink.
"Sounds like her loss." Sarina smiles and takes a sip of her coffee.
Her little statement has my chest flutter. So far she thinks highly of me...
"So you own a business, what kind of business do you own?" I ask, ready to learn more about her.
"I own an art studio. We have classes for drawing, painting, metal crafting, and pottery, a showroom for any local artists to display their collections to sell, my apprentices work and my own personally designed jewelry is available too for purchase." She grows an inch in her seat as she speaks, proud of her business.
"You make jewelry, I'm impressed. I'll have to come see your art then sometime."
"Yes, well..." She fiddles with her napkin, folding and unfolding the corner of it, "there's only my older designs out right now. I haven't been able to create much of anything the past six months, since my brothers accident." She tries to flatten the corner she's folded, seeming to become frustrated that she can't remove the crease she's made.
"You're frustrated with your brother over his accident and that all the responsibility has fallen on your already full plate." I say it without realizing it.
Her eyes sweep up to me, growing cold.
"I'm sorry." I say raising my hands, "It's a force of habit, I'm not trying to analyze your situation like that on purpose."
Sarina huffs, "It's fine, anyone with eyes could tell that. My brother has always been a spoiled brat who thought his life was so bad but did nothing to change it. So what does the genius do? He gets addicted to heroin, goes and parties and crashes his car and ends up paralyzed from the waist down. Now, he's out of the hospital and wanting to invite his druggie friends over and get high again... " She rubs her temples as she quiets.
Maggie brings our food over to us on the little serving robot they liked to use here for the trays.
"Oh wow, this is a lot more food than I thought it would be!" Sarina stares down at the crepes, waffles with berries, an omelet with bell peppers, tomatoes and spinach, topped with avocado, two strips of bacon and hashbrowns to boot.
"You eat all of this?" She asks her eyes the size of the plates in front of her.
I laugh, "Yes, I also work out most mornings with Lance, and I want to maintain and not lose any weight. Lance has really upped his workout regime and I need the calories to keep up with him. Your more than welcome to take any or all of it home." I motion to the plates, and start to dig in to my breakfast.
Surprising the both of us, she finishes the omelet, crepes and waffles with gusto, but nibbles on the bacon and eyes the hashbrowns with hesitancy.
"Don't force yourself, it's a lot of food." I say, before taking the last bite of my food.
"Oh, I'm not, doesn't mean I don't want to though." She chuckles, finishing off her coffee as Maggie brings a small box and leaves the check for me.
Already knowing vaguely what it would be, I take out a few twenties and stick them in the little black folder. Standing up, I wave to Maggie and offer Sarina my hand to leave.