CHAPTER SEVEN
Allie
He held me against him as we kissed in the car-park outside Uncle's Bistro. I felt the way my body pressed against his chest and my heart thumped, longing building up in me slowly. I let my lips slide apart to admit his exploring tongue and I sighed as his arms held me close. My body was starting to shiver. I could smell his scent – musky, spicy and some undertone that was uniquely him and that I had missed without knowing it for years. I was impossibly aroused now.
“Allie,” he murmured. His hands stroked my back, pushing me against him, reaching for my narrow waist. I tried not to gasp as he gripped my ass-cheeks and let them go. I giggled breathlessly.
“Should we...” I whispered as I looked into his eyes. My heart was beating so hard I thought I might have a coronary and my blood thumped in my ears, making the tops of them feel warm.
He chuckled. “We'll have to use your car,” he said. “I took a taxi.”
“Oh,” I said. “Oh. Well. Okay...” I felt my breathing tense and then regulate as I thought about the slightly-awkward prospect of welcoming Drew Liston into my home. I had a perfectly decent apartment, but that was the best I could say for it, really. It was decent. He was fastidious and particular about decor. He'd probably feel quite uncomfortable in my home.
He frowned. “What's wrong?”
I blushed. “Just trying to remember when I last washed the bathroom floor.”
He stared at me, then he burst out laughing.
“What?” I asked crossly.
“Allie! How can you think that would matter? I don't mind. Really I don't.”
I smiled. “Thank you, dear.”
It came out so automatically that I didn't even think about it. It was only after I'd said it that we both saw how easily we'd slipped back into our old way of closeness. I always called him dear. He always called me sweetie.
He stroked my hair and looked down into my face. “Okay,” he said, clearly trying to focus. “You'll have to drive.”
I chuckled. “Just as well,” I said. “Last time you saw a 90's model Honda was probably when you were in high-school.”
He smiled at me fondly. “I remember the Ballade,” he said, looking at my car. “And was it from the 90's?”
“This one was,” I said boldly. He laughed and we sat down in my car and headed off through the darkened and uncrowded streets towards my home.
My mouth was dry and my heart was thudding in my chest. Of all the things I had imagined in my wildest dreams, driving through town with Drew Liston in my vehicle, heading home, had never happened.
“Almost there,” I said. I realized I was sneaking looks sideways instead of focusing on my way and clenched my teeth, making myself ignore the dark, handsome presence on the seat beside me. I remembered to stop at the stop-light and then we were in my street, heading to the apartment block.
“Nice place,” Drew commented as he stepped out. I laughed.
“You've always had manners.”
He grinned at me and I impulsively wrapped my arms around him.
He growled and drew me closer and his lips descended onto mine, warm and wet and hungry. My pulse thumped and we were hanging onto each other in the car-park, my body molding to his and his strong, lean arms crushing me against him.
“Drew,” I murmured.
“Let's go, huh?”
I shivered and nodded. “This way.”
We went into my building and made our way to the elevator. The moment the steel doors closed up we were on each other. He pushed me against the door and I could feel his body thrust against me, his hard erection pressing my belly as he pushed closer, rubbing himself on me.
“Here we are,” I whispered as we reached my floor. We walked out and headed to my apartment.
Inside, I shut the door and we kissed. Then he was running his hands through my hair.
“In the bedroom?” I whispered.
“Uh huh.”
We went through to my bedroom and he pressed against me, holding me close, arms wrapped so tight around me that I thought I wouldn't be able to breathe properly. His mouth was clamped on mine and then we fell back together onto the bed. He reached up and loosened my hair, stroking it slowly. I shivered.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered.
I felt my body glow all over.
Gently, he reached down to my shoulders and wriggled the coat off. I let him do it, sitting so he could slide it over my elbows. His hands were warm and strong as they stroked down my back, plucking at my dress. I giggled.
“It comes over my head,” I murmured. He blushed – I could just about see his cheeks go red in the dim light of the room.
“Oh,” he said. “Like this?”
“Uh huh.”
He pulled it off me and I felt my loins clench in longing as he sat back, just looking at me. In my new lacy bra and panties, I leaned back and felt his eyes devour me. I was shivering now, my whole body aching with need for him.
“Come on,” I whispered, reaching for his buttons. I fumbled the top one open and then I tried the second. He pushed me back gently. His hands reached for my bra. I smiled and leaned back, letting him reach the clip and unfasten it. My breasts slid out of the tight lace and he sighed aloud.
He leaned forward and his hands fastened around my breasts, my whole body tensing as he gently thumbed over my nipples. His eyes were wide as he leaned forward and took one between his lips. I almost cried out at the sweetness as his mouth fastened on one of them.
As he sucked he kneaded me gently with his hands and my body was already shivering, my need so close to my climax that I almost cried out.
Then he was stroking my waist, moving his hands down my body, his fingers in the waistband of my panties as he pulled them off. He leaned back and looked at me, eyes wide with longing.
I smiled and shivered as he pushed me back onto the bed. He parted my thighs gently and slid his hand between them. I gasped as he moved lower, his mouth gently parting my folds. My body was shaking uncontrollably as he gently licked my clit.
“Please,” I murmured. “I...want...” I could barely speak now, barely think. My climax was building inside me.
He smiled. He undressed faster than I would have thought possible and my eyes narrowed with admiration as I saw those muscled abs.
He slid in between my thighs and I stared in admiration again as I looked at his smooth, bone-hard cock. Other men didn't have such lovely ones, I thought with a crimson blush.
He gently fingered me and then pushed inside me.
I cried aloud as I felt him slide into me. It had been so long since I'd been with him. He suited me as no-one else did.
Our passion was intense but short-lived. I climaxed after a few strokes and then he did too, gritting his teeth and pounding inside me.
We collapsed together, our breaths mingling as our skin cooled together.
Later, he rolled off me and lay beside me, my shoulder under his arm, my head on a strong shoulder.
***
I couldn't quite believe it. I had forgotten how much I wanted Allie, how incredible I found her. She was beautiful – her body curvy and firm, those huge dark eyes watching me with a mix +5/55/of longing and trust.
I stroked her skin, loving the satin-softness under my hand. I could smell her – cinnamon and allspice and musk-womanness – and I started feeling myself wanting her again.
“Allie,” I murmured. I kissed her hair. My hand kneaded her waist.
She rolled over and looked up into my eyes, those moist red lips parted just a little, revealing a pink tongue. My loins ached.
“Mm,” she murmured. I kissed her, my tongue pushing between those plump lips and the kiss firing my loins to fresh desire. I rolled over and stared at her.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered.
She smiled. “You're handsome.”
She reached and stroked her hand down me and made my poor cock throb once more.
“Oh, baby,” I murmured, kissing her soft, fresh-smelling hair. “I think you're going to kill me.”
She smiled up at me, lips drawn back in a wicked laugh. “I don't think you run out that fast.”
I felt a heat of a blush creep across my face and down to my chest. “I try not to,” I whispered.
“Mm,” she said. The way she rolled over and held me to her made my heart stop.
I reached down and sat, my hand stroking her neck, her shoulder, her chest. In the chalky light of the street-lamps she was so beautiful. I could see the pale glow of her skin, the smooth breast.
“You make me want you,” I whispered. I could feel my poor cock throbbing again and I sat up fully, looking down at her, my gaze devouring her delicious body.
“I hope so,” she whispered softly. “I want you too.”
That was enough convincing. I leaned over and rested my hand on her arm, bending down to take her breast in my lips again. I worked at it with my lips and then slid lower, loving the sounds she made, the little gasps, as my lips left a trail down her smooth pale skin and down lower toward her clit.
I breathed in the scent of her, loving it, as I parted her legs and buried my face in her warmth. I loved the way she felt – slippery and wet – against my mouth. I could have stayed there forever except that I could see the signs of her climax approaching. I leaned up and quickly placed myself between her thighs.
Entering her took my breath away. As my body took over, making me push into her slowly and then faster, driving me as the sweet oceans of pleasure washed up from the head of my penis and up to my brain, I forgot everything except her and how wonderful I felt.
Shuddering, I heard her cry out and then, explosively, I climaxed.
“Oh, baby...” I collapsed on top of her, knowing my loins were still working, contracting inside her as she gripped me and gently relaxed.
I lay on her and fell asleep, feeling the sweetness of absolute abandon.