Trent
Another couple of weeks have passed and Parker is back at it with organizing another function. For a few days she was home making dinners every night. It was like old times. We even cuddled up on the couch and kissed like we were teenagers. Unfortunately, neither of us wanted to take it to the next step. The next day she was up and at it again, working on some new project, and I haven’t seen much of her since then. I have seen a lot more of Beth though.
I swear every day she comes over in some outfit that shows off every asset she has. It takes everything I have not to give in to my desires. I promised Parker six months and I’m trying to give that to her even if it seems she’s not trying.
I’m sitting in my leather chair sipping some scotch when a knock on the door sobers me into reality. I don’t answer. I down the rest of my glass and pour another. All I do anymore is drink. It provides the numbness I need not to feel Parker’s rejection, the loss of a marriage, and to try and not think about Beth.
The door opens and Beth enters wearing skinny jeans and a white tank top with no bra.
“Where’s your sweater?” That’s all I can manage to say before I force my eyes to look away from her.
“Tanner spilled something on it. I washed it out and was letting it dry a little bit before I head home.” She inches into the room.
“Is there something I can help you with?” I don’t mean to be short with her but I’m angry. I’m angry that she’s flaunting that hot body, asking me to take her; I’m angry that my life is this fucked up when in reality everything is supposed to be perfect. Perfect wife, perfect house, and perfect trust fund. Instead, nothing is right.
Beth takes the glass from my hands. She sniffs it before setting it down on the desk. “You don’t need this. You don’t have to drown yourself in a bottle. Let me make you feel better.” She places her hands on my cheeks before planting her soft lips on mine, lingering before pulling back.
“How was that?”
I don’t say anything. Instead I look into her amber eyes that are glowing with lust.
She reaches up again and instead of being gentle, pulls me into her, forcing her tongue into my mouth. My will to fight her off gone, I kiss her back, our tongues desperate to take what we can from each other.
My chest heaves as the desire for her grows. I pull back to catch my breath. Her pink nipples are pointed through her shirt. I lean down and bite one through the ribbed material. Beth throws her head back, letting out a moan that drives me wild. My cock has hardened and is looking for an escape from the constricting material of my pants. I sweep the few items from the desk and lean her back onto it.
Beth grabs my neck and pulls me to her. Our mouths reconnect and dance a tango. I close my eyes and inhale her flowery scent. Jasmine and honeysuckle come to mind as my kisses pepper the nape of her neck. My hand finds its way to her wet center. She’s more than ready for me. She’s dripping with desire.
I grab the material from her top and rip it, exposing her breasts. God, they’re gorgeous. So round and supple. Her nipples are into such tight little buds I think I could bite them off. I caress them, and Beth’s back arches off the desk in response. Her purrs and moans are driving me wild. I can’t hold back and I don’t want to.
She allows me to pull down her jeans. I’m greeted with the sexiest pair of lacy red underwear I’ve ever seen. I leave them on and admire how beautiful Beth is naked with only her panties on. Sweet perfection. I rub two fingers over her sex. Her wetness soaks through and I suck it from my fingers. Her taste is unlike anything I’ve experienced. Sweet and savory all in one. I relish the flavor on my tongue. When I look back at Beth, her eyes are hooded. She licks her lips, inviting me in for more.
I push her panties aside and caress her sex with my mouth. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. It should be a crime to taste and feel this good. I find her button and circle it with the tip of my tongue. Her breathing is coming shorter and faster, her moans louder and more frequent. She’s close with barely any touch at all.
I feel like a teenager having sex for the first time. The excitement, desire, and lust is just how it was the first time. Now I’m more experienced. It’s more about pleasuring Beth than about me. That’s the real turn on.
I continue to swirl my tongue until she explodes in my mouth. She starts to scream and I put a couple of fingers in her mouth to bite down on. She’s strong, but it doesn’t hurt. It just serves to make me want her that much more. I continue to lap up her essence while she recovers from her orgasm. When her breathing almost returns to normal, I plunge my mouth against hers. I want Beth to taste herself.
She sucks on my tongue, leaving no evidence she was ever there. I want it back, but not as much as I’m enjoying what she’s doing to my mouth. It’s one of the most sensual things I’ve ever experienced. She reaches for my pants and frees the beast, caressing me with her hand. I can’t help the moan that escape me.
“Beth, you feel so good. Don’t stop touching me.” She strokes a little harder, almost sending me over the edge. She sits up, scoots off the table, and drops to her knees. The next thing I know my cock is in her mouth and she’s staring up at me with those amber eyes.
Fuck. I have died and gone to heaven.
I run my fingers through her hair while she licks and sucks my manhood. I could cum right now, but it feels too good to let go. The warmth of her mouth, the light scraping of her teeth, and the suction from her lips sends me into a world I’ve completely forgotten about. One I’ve been deprived of for way too long.
I grab hold of her head and begin to fuck her mouth. She rubs my balls, helping me to get to my release. I’m so close I can’t stand it. This vision of her swallowing my seed is all I need to send me over the edge. I explode inside of her, my body convulsing. My legs grow weak from the release. Beth continues to suck every last drop out of me before I collapse on the floor next to her.
I put my hand in her hair and pull her toward me until our lips meet and our tongues collide. I taste my saltiness and a sense of satisfaction washes over me. I pull Beth into my arms and kiss the top her head.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper.
She nuzzles in a little further, letting out a heavy sigh of contentment, and I’m instantly transported to a world without cares or worries for a few brief moments. Then the garage door opens.
“Oh shit! Parker’s home!”