Blade
“Thank you,” Maggie said, stepping up behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist.
It didn’t surprise me that she’d come into the kitchen, especially after hearing parts of her conversation on the phone I didn’t know she had. Something was up. I’d overheard snippets of what she was saying to whoever was on the other line. And the hushed voice she’d used on the phone was a dead giveaway.
“So, who was on the phone?” I asked her.
“Just an old friend who wants to meet up soon,” she said with a smile on her face. “I told her I’ll find some time when I’m not busy or preoccupied.”
I nodded and laughed.
“Do you need any help in here?” she asked me.
“No, I’m almost all done,” I said, tossing the wipes into the trashcan.
“What else do you have to do?” she asked me.
“I need to take your trash out.” I nodded at the full trashcan.
“Don’t fuss over that right now.” She pushed me against the counter and ran her hands over my shirt. Her fingers greedily reached for me through the fabric.
“Hey, what’s gotten into you?” I asked.
“I’m just feeling so grateful,” she said. Her red hair spilled over her face, and she reached to push some of it back from her eyes. “You’ve really done a lot for me, and you didn’t have to,” she continued, pressing her body against mine.
I started to push her back, but she leaned up and took my lower lip between her teeth, pulling and sucking it into her mouth. She grabbed the waist of my jeans and pulled me to her. My desire started to awaken between my legs, silencing the worries and concerns I had entered her room with, but bringing other concerns to light.
Why was she suddenly being so aggressive? It wasn’t exactly a turn-off, but it seemed out of character for her. “Hey, are you feeling okay?” I asked her, pushing back on her shoulders a little.
“I’m fine. I just want to thank you for all you’ve done. You’ve really gone above and beyond for me. It just…means a lot to me that you would do that, that you would give of yourself so selflessly for me.”
Where the hell was this kind of talk coming from?
“Let me wash my hands,” I said, pulling away from her. I needed to get the harsh cleaning chemicals off my hands before I let her go any further with me. While I scrubbed my hands under the hot running water, Maggie put her hands back around me and started to run them down the front of my jeans.
Her body pressed against me from behind as she groped for me and stroked my legs. Then, she ran her thin fingers over my bulging length, through my jeans. She started to unzip my pants as I turned around, needing a paper towel.
She pouted as I sidestepped her to grab something to wipe my hands with.
“Have I done something wrong?” she asked, and I froze. She was playing a dangerous game with me by getting pouty acting like I’d hurt her feelings.
“What?” I asked, stunned. “Where the hell is all of this coming from?”
“I’m sorry. I just thought that maybe you felt like I did,” she said to me.
“Whoa, hold on.” I put my paper towel on the counter and took her face in my hands, holding it up to mine. “What are you talking about?” I asked her.
She didn’t say anything. She grabbed my forearms like she was holding onto me, and she pressed her lips against mine. Her tongue pressed between my lips, finding my tongue and wrapping around it.
My desire for her was growing to an ache. My shaft pressed hard against my jeans, reaching out for her, wanting to be inside her again. I felt her rubbing herself against me, driving me crazy. I longed to be unleashed by her hands.
She pulled back from our kiss and kissed my cheek, my jawline, my neck. Her hands pushed against my chest again, holding me back against the counter. She pushed on my shirt, pulling it up to reveal my stomach to her. Her fingers touched my skin and sent ripples of pleasure through my body. My hardening length surged for her between my legs.
She wrapped her fingers around the bulge in my jeans and stroked me, running her hands up and down along my length. She looked up at me with hunger in her eyes. She panted with desire.
“What’s gotten into you?” I asked.
“I just want to give you a token of my appreciation for everything you’ve done,” she said.
Then, she took me by the belt on my jeans and pulled me with her to the bed. She turned me around and pressed herself against me again, kissing my neck and running her hands up and down my shirt. She pushed me back onto the bed.
She sank down between my knees and started working my belt with her thin fingers. The pressure against my cock let up when she unbuckled the belt and pulled it away. Then, again, when she opened my jeans and pulled me out of my boxers with those same deft fingers. I put a hand on the back of her head, running my fingers into her hair, as she positioned her lips over the tip of my head.
I was so hard I thought I could feel the lack of blood flowing to the rest of my body. Every nerve ran through my shaft up to my head. As her lips parted to accept me into her mouth, waves of pleasure flowed through my whole body. She gripped my base with her fingers and wrapped her lips around me perfectly. She slid down my shaft and pulled hard as she slid back up.
“Oh, fuck, Maggie,” I panted as I guided her head up and down with my hand. I tilted my head back onto the bed.
My body shuddered as she sucked me into her mouth. She pulled her hand back from me and slid down again, taking all of me into her mouth. I felt my head pressing against the back of her mouth, entering her throat. She didn’t gag, but I could feel her tongue and throat tightening around me.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” I said as I put both hands on the back of her head. I pressed my hips up into her mouth and felt the sheets around me tighten as she gripped them in her hands.
I rocked my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. She moaned against my shaft as I did. I was so close. I could feel my orgasm working its way up. I felt my ecstasy growing into a wave of pleasure that was bound to crash into her mouth.
I held her in place as I thrust myself into her. She gripped the bed tighter and tighter around me as if she were bracing herself. I pressed harder and harder into her mouth, thrusting faster and faster I got closer.
I gripped her and held myself deep inside her mouth. I slid back a little as my body began to shake.
“I’m going to cum,” I told her, and she moaned as I erupted in her mouth.
I felt my warmth fill her mouth, surrounding me as she started sliding up and down along my shaft again. Her throat worked and tongue continued to work me as she swallowed every drop of me. Her fingers wrapped around my base again. She stroked me with her lips and fingers, finishing me, emptying me in her mouth.
I lay back and let my arms fall out at my sides. I felt the air in the room hit my bare shaft as she pulled her mouth away from it. My body slowly came down, letting my manhood fall back into my boxers.
“Let’s get you more comfortable,” Maggie said as she pulled off my boots and slid my jeans down. She then grabbed my ankles and turned me so I was lying on the bed.
“Damn, Maggie,” I groaned, still reeling from my climax.
I reached out and took her hand, pulling her down onto the bed with me. I didn’t open my eyes as she snuggled against me and rested her head on my chest. I stroked her hair and felt the relaxed heaving of her chest as she breathed next to me.
“So, it was good?” she asked timidly.
“Oh, it was amazing,” I said, still breathless and starting to drift off to sleep. For a brief moment, my body tried to fight the exhaustion.
I rolled over and took Maggie in my arms. I felt like I should’ve said something else, but there wasn’t anything that really needed to be said. We’d spoken with our bodies, and we’d said everything we needed.
I kissed the top of her head and rested my head on one of her pillows. My heart, pounding through my rib cage, began to slow down to a normal rhythm. I followed its beat in my head with my eyes closed. It seemed like it was leading me off into the darkness behind my eyelids.
Maggie sighed against my chest. My body finally relaxed and drifted away.