Chapter 9
Lee
When I woke up, I didn’t know where I was for a moment. Farrah moved next to me and I remembered it all. I had gone to her motel room after work late yesterday afternoon and after we had spent the evening having sex—not fucking—we had fallen asleep together. I checked the time. It was early. I still had two hours before I had to head back to my cabin to shower and get ready for work.
I didn’t usually stay to cuddle afterward when I slept with someone I had so little connection with, but there was something different about Farrah. She fascinated me and I wanted to explore her more. As a person, not only her body.
But it wasn’t only about that. What she had told me yesterday about not being able to have children had hit me hard. She had looked so sad when she told me, it was as if it had stripped her of her self-worth completely. She had been apologetic, as if it had been her fault and I had seen why she was so shy when her confidence faded again. She seemed to think it was her fault somehow. Whoever had let her believe that she was worthless because of a medical condition had to be taught a lesson. Farrah was an amazing person and what she had told me only added to her story, her journey. It was who she was, and I wanted to learn everything about her, no matter what it was. I was sorry she’d had such a tough time, but she had shared something with me that she held very close to her heart, and I loved the fact that she had felt she could.
I also liked that she wanted to let loose with me, that she had asked me to help her let loose before she had to go back to her life. I liked the image of being the hero to her damsel in distress, saving her in a way that was achievable only for me.
Watching her sleep, I traced her outline in the semi-darkness. She was beautiful. Her bone structure was delicate, her nose slightly turned up and her lips were perfect, not too thick and not too thin.
She sighed in her sleep.
I let my gaze slide further down her body. The sheets had slipped off her halfway and her breasts were soft and perfect in the moonlight, her nipples dark. Her hips were still covered so I couldn’t see the V between her legs.
As I studied her body, I was horny for her again. My dick hardened and I wanted her. Closing my eyes, I tried to fall back asleep, but I couldn’t. My dick was bothering me and I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking her again.
After I tried for a while to sleep again and failed, I rolled toward her and pressed my body along the length of hers. I ran my hand up her arm. I didn’t want to start something she wasn’t ready for but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to touch her.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me. Her eyes were bright in the darkness and her lips curled into a smile.
“Can’t sleep?” she whispered.
I shook my head. “Not with you next to me. Do you know how beautiful you are?”
I could almost see her blushing in the darkness. She turned her head toward mine and kissed me. I kissed her back, sliding my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, exploring her. She tasted amazing despite having slept all this time. Her lips were soft and her kiss was gentle. As we made out, our kisses became more urgent. Her arms wrapped around my neck and I pulled her close to me so our bodies were pressed up against each other once again. I loved the feel of her, her breasts against my chest, the dip of her waist to the rise of her hips when I ran my fingertips down her body and her firm ass when I squeezed it. I ground my hard dick against her pubic bone and she sighed into my mouth.
She threw a leg over my hip, curling it around me and pulling me closer to her. It put my cock right up against her pussy and it only took a little maneuvering before I was at her entrance. It was torture having my dick this close and not being able to push into her but I had the idea she liked torturing me. I wanted her to be in control for a while. This was about her being bold, after all.
We made out and I ran my hands over her breasts, feeling her, tugging at her nipples which were hard and erect again. I rolled them between my fingers, circled my thumb around them and massaged her breasts. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I wrapped my arm around her body and rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me. Instead of sitting down on me as I had expected her to do, she kissed me once before moving down my body. She planted kisses down my torso, following her hands as she felt my muscles. Her hands were soft but sure.
When she reached my crotch she kissed the sensitive skin on my lower stomach and around my hipbones, making my body jerk involuntarily. I shuddered, my stomach tightening as she moved down, kissing and nibbling the skin on my inner thighs. She kissed her way around my crotch without touching my cock or my balls, driving me crazy with want. I wanted her to touch me so badly.
As if she had teased me enough, she wrapped her fingers around the base of my dick and licked a long line up from her fingers to the tip. She sucked me into her mouth and I hissed. Her mouth was hot. She swirled her tongue around the head before she took me deeper into her mouth, sucking me off. She bobbed her head as she took me into her mouth, mimicking sex. I groaned and put my hand on her hair. She stiffened for a moment, glancing up at me. I didn’t do anything other than leaving my hand on her hair and after a moment she relaxed. What had she thought I was going to do?
I couldn’t think about it anymore. She cupped my balls with her hand, massaging them while she sucked me off and I curled on the bed.
“Farrah,” I bit out and she stopped.
“Yeah?” she asked and there was uncertainty in her voice. She was still holding onto my cock and balls but her face was concerned.
“If you keep at it I’m going to lose my shit and I don’t want to do that yet.”
She smiled, relief breaking out over her features. Again, I wondered what she had been through to be so apologetic. She crawled over my body, her legs on either side of my hips. She kissed me and as she did, she lowered herself on to me. She guided my cock with one hand and I pushed into her as she sat down. We groaned in unison and just like earlier, she started rocking her hips back and forth. It was pure ecstasy when she fucked me. Her pussy was so tight it was amazing and having her body towering over me, her breasts perfectly in my line of vision, swinging back and forth, was better than anything I could conjure up on my own.
I watched her face as she became lost in the sensations and I could tell when she was close to her first orgasm. Watching her orgasm was my new favorite thing to do. Her orgasm face was hotter than anything I had ever seen. Her brows knit together, her mouth opened in a small ’o’ and she made the sexiest sounds, whimpering and gasping before her breath was taken away completely for a moment.
Watching her, she let the pleasure take over and a moment later she orgasmed. Her body tightened, clamping down on my cock. Her muscles contracted and it took concentration not to lose my load right away. After she had sucked me off, I was dangerously close to an orgasm already.
When her orgasm subsided and she opened her eyes again, she smiled at me shyly. My turn.
I helped her climb off me. She lay down on the bed and I positioned myself between her legs. I pushed into her and she gasped. I leaned on my elbows on either side of her head, and my body covered hers. She wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me deeper into her.
When I started moving my hips back and forth, she moved right with me. I bucked my hips harder and faster, pumping in and out of her. We could go for a second and third orgasm with her, but I was on the edge after what she had done to me with her mouth and I wanted a release. I wanted to be as close to her as I had been last night.
She orgasmed first and it was unexpected. I hadn’t aimed for her pleasure although I probably should have. Her body tightened around mine and she cried out. It pushed me over the edge and I released inside of her.
It was amazing not using a condom. I hated wearing condoms and being inside of her without made me feel so much closer to her than I would have been.
We rode the orgasm out together. When it was over and we lay together gasping and panting, I kissed her.
We lay together for a while. I slipped out of her and we cuddled the way we had last night. Everything was different with her. I held onto her and I knew that it would be the last time I saw her. I didn’t allow myself to be sad. I only absorbed our closeness and let that be enough.
Finally, I let go of her.
“I have to get going to get ready for work,” I said.
Farrah nodded.
I kissed her on the mouth and climbed off the bed, finding my clothes where we had left them on the floor last night. Farrah sat up, wrapping the sheets around her body. There was nothing more gorgeous in the world than Farrah’s perfect body wrapped in sheets after we’d had sex.
When I was dressed, Farrah walked me to the door, still wrapped in her sheet. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her lips red and puffy after we had made out so much.
I kissed her, long and deep.
“Thank you for helping me be bold,” she said, when I broke the kiss and my chest tightened. She was so innocent and perfect.
“Thank you for being you,” I answered, not knowing how to tell her everything I felt. She let me out and I walked to my car. When I glanced back, she was waiting at the open door. I lifted my hand in a wave and she did the same before the door slowly closed and she was gone.
I turned my key in the ignition, and thought that I had to return to reality after this as much as she did.