Seven
Rock
She leans over and kisses me sweetly before her tongue sweeps across my lips. I open for her and tangle my tongue with hers. We fight for dominance. And eventually, she gives in and lets me have her before pulling away. She gets up and stands between my legs.
I watch, entranced as she unbuttons her red flannel shirt. I’m torn between wanting to see her tits and needing to get her out of the cold. She makes up my mind when she unsnaps her bra, and her rosy pink nipples are bared to me in tight points. I’ve never been more thankful for bras that open in the front, goddamn!
I sit up and pull her closer to me and rub the back of my hand over one peak and then the other. I breathe my warm breath against her cooling skin then latch onto her. She digs her fingers into my shoulders as I lightly bite and suck on her. I pull back, and before I can sip from her puffy nipple, she straddles my lap rubbing her pussy against my straining dick. She feels so right on top of me. It’s been only my hand and me for months, I don’t know how long I can take her on top of me like this.
I dig my hands into her long blonde hair, pulling tightly to keep her from moving. She moans her detest and fights the restraint. Finally, she submits and goes still. Staring at me, she waits until I make a move. I slowly kiss her lips then lick and nibble down the nape of her neck to the other side, loving her good and easy. She needs sweet and slow. She needs to know she’s cherished and loved. She runs her hand up under my t-shirt rubbing my abs and then follows my happy trail to the edge of my jeans. I watch, needing her to touch me, needing her to give me what I’ve been dreaming about for months.
“Chelsea. Touch me, baby.” She unsnaps my jeans and pulls the zipper down. When she sticks her tiny hand into my briefs and grasps my dick, I barely contain the need to come all over her.
“Mmm Harrison. My hand can’t even fit all the way around, you’re so thick.” She rubs her thumb over my slit, rubbing my pre-cum over my tip.
“Angel, you have no idea how good your hand feels wrapped around me. I’ll make sure you're good and wet before I slip into your precious pussy. I never want to cause you pain. Judging by the way you’re wiggling on my lap, that won’t be very hard.”
Unable to take it anymore, I stand up with my woman in my arms and carry her into the house. I don’t stop until we’ve reached the bedroom and I set her in the middle of the bed.
“Chelsea, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Every day I have watched you become stronger. I watched as your body healed, and your soul braved a new world all on your own. Your resilience is one of the things I love most about your spirit Angel.”
I pull off one, and then both of her boots, dropping them to the floor. I kiss her chastely and lean her back. “I need to see all of you Angel.” I push her down when she goes to sit back up. I need to be the one that does this. I unbutton and pull her painted on jeans down her thighs and calves. They too, wind up on the floor somewhere.
Leaning on her elbow, she watches as I undress to my boxer briefs, then I pull those off too. Her eyes get big, and her tongue peeks out, licking her lips. I pull on my throbbing dick a few times for relief.
“Lose the shirt and bra Angel. I need you completely bare.” She immediately sits up and takes them off. She’s sitting in the middle of my bed wearing nothing, but her panties and I swear my fantasies are coming to life. I’m a lucky fucking bastard.
My cock bobs against my stomach as I walk into my closet. I grab the item I had made months ago and hand it to her in a wrapped box. I wrapped it in Christmas paper thinking I could hold out until then. I guess I was wrong.
“Open it, baby. We both need this before we go any further.”
She unwraps it delicately trying not to rip the paper. When she pulls off the top of the box, she looks from me to the black leather then back to me.
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Do I seem like a fickle bastard to you Chelsea? I know it’s fast, but we’ve known each other for months. I love you baby, and I want every fucker who sees you to know that you belong to me. You good with that?” I ask roughly, pissed that she’s questioning my devotion to her.
“Come here.” She says getting on her knees and holding up her hand for me to grab. When I’m in front of her, she places the cut in my hand, and my heart sinks. She turns her back to me, “Help me put it on?”
With a full heart, I hold it behind her while she slips her arms into it. I never thought about having an old lady until I met Chelsea. I thought I’d grow old as a bachelor, never finding the right one to share my life with. Everything I thought I wanted and thought would happen are being turned around. I kiss the nape of her neck. “Thank you, baby. You’ve made me the happiest man. I love you so much, Angel.”
“I love you too Harrison. I knew you were important the night you rescued me. I didn’t expect to fall for you but I did. I can’t imagine my world without you in it, right here beside me.” She says panting as I rub my hands down her arms and over the cut until I hit the flesh of her stomach.
“You’re the softest thing I’ve ever touched.”
I slip my hand under her fuck-me cotton briefs and part her wet lips with two fingers. Her clit is big and ready to be loved. I rub her clit lazily as she tries to move with me. I grab her hip with my other hand, stilling her.
“Take what I give you Angel. I know what you need and how to give it to you.” She gives in, moaning she leans her head back against my shoulder and lets me lead her into oblivion. She’s on the cusp of coming when I plunge my fingers into her needy cunt. She cries out her release, and her walls massage my fingers until she rides out the remnants of her orgasm.
I pull out of her and flip her around so she’s laying on the bed and I’m standing between her thighs.
“These have to go,” I say before ripping her panties off her body.
I position my dick at her entrance and look at her to make sure she’s ready. “Harrison, I need you inside me. Please, Harrison.” She whines.
I slam into her as she strangles my dick with her tight pussy. I hammer into her over and over, as her juicing pussy drips all over my balls and down my thighs. Before she can come, I pull out and kiss her pussy, stealing a taste before telling her to move up the bed.