Dahlia

I rested my head on Chet’s shoulder. I was so angry. Oh man, words could not describe how angry I was, but I felt like I couldn’t do anything about it. I had taken this job knowing what I was getting into. I had gotten with Chet knowing what I was getting into. I had let him into my house knowing what I was getting into…

There were a lot of things he said that made sense. I knew that I couldn’t expect to get special treatment just because of who I was, or because of our personal relationship, and part of me felt embarrassed that I sincerely believe that I would, even for a few short moments. But, at the same time, it wasn’t just about that. This was about Collin and Russ and how no matter what I did, I would always feel like an outsider on this team.

But I felt so at home in Chet’s arms. I didn’t know what the answer was, or how we would get through this, but I knew that I definitely did not want him to leave. He lifted my chin up and I gazed up into his eyes. As I stared into them, I didn’t know what was up or down anymore. I was losing myself in him, drowning in him. I felt as if his touch, his arms, his embrace, held me together.

He kissed me and I lost my breath. I had missed him so much. Even in all of my anger, I had longed for him. How could this be possible? I couldn’t believe that I could feel this strongly about a singular person. He drove me mad with desire. We continued kissing, standing there in my kitchen, drinking each other up. As I felt my body responding to him, the goosebumps rising on my skin, the shudder in my spine, the thud of my heart, I completely lost all desire to wait any longer. I needed to have him, right then and there.

I pulled away. “I want to be with you too.” I said as I took his hand and led him out of my kitchen and back into the central hallway. I pushed open my door, my bed still a mess since I had been late getting out of the house that morning. My night clothes from the night before sat in a pile on the grandfather chair in the corner. I went right for my curtains, which were still drawn and then reached up to close them.

As I did this, I felt Chet wrap his arms around me. I bit my lip, his touch like electricity. I turned to face him, and he kissed me again. His tongue slipped into my mouth, the warm, strong organ invading me. I clutched his face with both of my hands as I sucked him in. His hands hugged my sides, the fingers flitting across my skin, making me shudder even with my t-shirt in between. He moved his lips to my neck as his hands trailed down to my ass, taking it in two hungry handfuls.

I humphed as he squeezed me, rubbing me there over and over again. I gasped at the sensation of his tongue on my neck. I reached down for his bulge, something I had imagined doing over and over again for the last month. There it was. I could feel him hardening at my touch, feel him shudder ever so slightly as I rubbed him.

I kept going as he shoved me against the window, his hands clutching my breasts. I bit my lip, my eyes rolling back with the pleasure. I could feel my clitoris pulsating just as I felt his cock get rock hard in my grip. I needed him more than oxygen. He grinded up against me, his hips crushing mine, his manhood pressed into my belly.

We kissed more, our lips dancing together, our bodies getting hotter and hotter.

Then, he grabbed the edge of my t-shirt and lifted it over my head. My heart went into overdrive when, all of a sudden, I was exposed in front of him. This was it. It was happening. After all of this time, it was actually happening. I blinked, my eyes watering with nerves. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. What if it didn’t go well? What if I didn’t like it? What if he didn’t like it? What if I had miscalculated this whole thing incorrectly?

But then he kissed me again. I realized the one thing I could be completely certain of was the honesty in his touch. He was more real than the floor beneath my feet. I shuddered at the sensation of his hand on my breasts, completely bare without my t-shirt to cover them. My nipples hardened at his touch. I moaned as he massaged me, his mouth sucking on my neck. His lips went lower and lower until he was sucking on my beasts.

I sighed, my clitoris swelling more and more at the sensation of his touch. I felt hot and cold at the same time. I clutched his head, his shoulders, as he had this nonverbal conversation with my breasts, connecting with my body in a way I never thought possible. His tongue flicked my nipples, the titillating sensation driving me wild with pleasure.

Then, just when I thought I couldn’t get enough, he knelt down on the floor. My eyes widened at the sight of someone like Chet Blackwood, with his perfect body and those eyes that were miles deep, in his shirt and dress pants, knelt down on the floor, pulling my pants and panties down.

I gasped at the exposure, but the way he touched me made me moan with pleasure. He rubbed my clit ever so slightly, just enough to make me beg him for more. Then he massaged it a little harder, then even harder. I stared down at him, that look of lust in his eyes as he gazed at my pussy, sticking his fingers inside.

I dropped my head back, sighing in ecstasy at the pressure. He did a flicking motion with his fingers, rubbing the inside of my cunt until I cried out. He gripped my hip with his free hand, then reached up for my breast. The feeling got better and better.

He licked his lips before he planted a kiss on my cunt. I gasped, a moan slipping from his lips as he ate me out. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I was clutching the curtains in sheer pleasure.

The next thing I knew, he had stood up again and was leading me to my bed. I climbed on top and laid on my back, watching him as he undressed. He started with his shirt, hastily untucking it and taking out all of the buttons to reveal a tanned, washboard chest, his eyes scanning my body as he did this. Then his pants. I rubbed myself as I watched him unbutton the belt, then pull them down. There was a tent in his briefs. My eyes widened as he finally pulled his underwear down and I got an eye full. It was pretty long and had a good girth. It hung out from his body like an entity of its own, flanked by two amazingly strong looking legs as he walked towards the bed.

He grunted as he climbed on top of me, pressing his body onto mine. He kissed me again, locking eyes with me. This was it. It was happening. I had had so many fantasies about this moment, so many ways I thought it would go, but it honestly didn’t get any better than this. He thrust himself into me. My knees buckled, my toes curled, my jaw swung open at the sensation. My eyes flashed wide. I grasped my arms around his neck, bit his shoulder as he made love to me. I rubbed my hands over his back, taking in the flexing of his muscles with every movement. I clutched his ass, feeling the way it arched up and down with his thrusts.

I sucked on his neck, the stubble from his beard tickling my lips.

He rested his forehead against mine as he went faster and harder, sinking himself deep and deeper into me. It felt like my hips opened up to him. Like my whole body was expanding to make way for him. I held him closer, feeling breathless.