Chapter 36
Bailey
“What other new songs do you have that I haven’t heard yet?” I whispered in Darren’s ear just before I began to kiss it.
“To tell you the truth, that was the first song I’ve written in years,” he said, moaning whenever my lips touched his ear the way he liked.
“Your song was so touching and sweet,” I said. “I loved it.”
He began rubbing his hand up and down my leg, getting centimeters away from my eager opening.
My lips quivered on his ear. “I love you, Darren.”
“I love you, Bailey,” he said, moving his lips over to my ear, lightly nibbling and kissing my earlobe. “I’ll never leave you again.”
We were sitting in his car. We were parked in the driveway to his house, unable to restrain ourselves from touching each other on the ride from the bar to his place.
“Let’s go inside, my love,” I moaned as the tip of his tongue ran inside my ear.
“I can’t stop myself from touching you.”
“If you don’t stop, we’re never going to get inside.”
“Then, we’ll just climb in the back, won’t we?”
I looked to the backseat, seeing that there was room. It would’ve been a tight fit, and I didn’t want to be confined at all.
“I want to ride you without hitting my head on the ceiling,” I whispered as I kissed his other ear, shoving my tongue far down into his canal.
His grip on my leg tightened as I licked his ear. I sucked it, breathed into it. Then, I licked and sucked on his neck, causing him to fasten an ironclad grip on me, enjoying every second of what I was doing. I ran my hands gently over his chest, feeling his impressive muscles as he moaned and growled at me.
“I love you, Bailey.”
“I love you, Darren.”
As soon as I finished saying his name, his hand shot up between my legs, surprising me, drawing out gasps.
“Baby,” I uttered quietly.
“Are you already wet for me?” he asked as he ran his hand up and down the crotch of my pants, focusing intently on what hid inside them.
“Yes.” I giggled. “You get me wet so easily.”
He ran his hand up from between my legs, up past my chest, massaging my breasts on the way up, and rested his fingers briefly on my face.
“Oh, Bailey,” he said in ecstasy. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“How did we survive for these past six years?”
“I survived hoping and believing that one way, one day, we would meet again,” said Darren. “I didn’t know how it would happen, but I had a feeling. We’re too good together to keep apart forever, milady.”
We wrapped each other in an embrace, kissing and holding each other closer than before. I could feel his heartbeat, and it was racing hard. I could have stayed that way with him all night.
“I never want to lose you again,” I told him.
“You won’t,” he promised. “I go where you go, darling one.”
“But, this is your driveway,” I said while he kissed my neck, sending chills all across my body. “You have a house already and a job.”
“But, I don’t have you,” he stated. “Nothing else matters.”
“I know what you mean. None of these past few years have felt ‘real,’ you know?” I babbled like a stooge. “Everything’s better when you’re with me.”
We kept kissing and feeling up each other, relentlessly pawing and kneading at one another, hungry for each other’s flesh, needing each other in every conceivable way.
I was the one that took the initiative. Once I could bear to move one of my hands, I used it to open my car door. I was ready to make love to him.
I leaned against his Focus as I waited for him to exit and get us past his front door. Instead of heading for the front door, he walked over to me, instantly resuming our kissing and massaging. He pressed me up against his car harder, grinding smoothly against my clit through my pants.
“Just take me inside,” I begged.
“You want me inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Say what you want, baby girl,” said Darren.
I looked up at him, innocently and suggestively. “I want you to put your yummy, thick cock into my pussy, sir.”
He continued to grind into me. We both breathed intensely against one another, biting our lips and swaying our hips.
“I’d like a taste first,” he whispered in my ear.
I reached both of my hands down and began to massage and grope his bulge. He slowly succumbed to my touch, slowing down his pelvic dance and allowing us entry into his house. I kept a firm hand on his bulge, ready to insert it into any part of me he so desired.
We burst into the house, and he locked the door behind us. We were both scanning the area, thinking about any of the many places we could have sex. I wanted to engage in so many positions with him.
He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and hugged me. I hugged him back, closing my eyes, and thinking about what I wanted him to do to me.
Then, his lips found my neck once again. I ran one of my hands through his hair, anxious to pull it in a burst of passion. His hands traveled lower down my body, wrapping around my backside, pulling me aggressively into him.
He wanted to try as many positions as possible, too. We toasted our good fortune by, first, feasting on each other’s delicate fruit at the same time.
I could taste him from the moment his fat tip went past my lips, gently rubbing against my tongue. He was already secreting his sweet nectar for me before he’d even taken off his pants. Luckily for him, my walls were already wet from his foreplay, so he got an appetizer to help wet his whistle before his main course.
I moaned and salivated down his long shaft, usually whenever his tongue had given my body a particularly abrupt burst of pleasure. I was generally good at suppressing my gag reflex, but in this instance, I was unable to stop myself from choking on his massive member and going wild. He was so good at eating my pussy that I could barely contain myself as I feasted on his cock.
Once I stopped choking as much, I began playing with his full balls. I was surprised that they hadn’t emptied out for me yet. I was also quite perplexed as to how my body hadn’t immediately surrendered to his touch. I’d missed him so.
Suddenly, as if from nowhere, I went from riding the wave to being swept up by its power. With my mouth full of his meaty cock, I cried out, relinquishing my orgasm.
I took him all the way down to the back of my throat as I creamed on his face as he licked up my frosting, I felt a hot burst of magma hit my throat and slide down. I consumed every drop of his magnificent dessert gladly, squeezing out every last drop with my hands.
“Mmm,” he hummed, licking up all of my cum. “Tennessee sweet.”
We hadn’t even made it to the bedroom yet or the kitchen or the shower.
I expected us to make love in the shower. Instead, we remained in sensual territory, allowing for our bodies to get a proper, full build-up.
We bathed each other, rubbing soap and water across each other’s skin, ensuring each inch of our bodies was covered. We, of course, paid attention to certain areas more than others. He enjoyed lathering up my perky nipples. I loved stroking his wet rod under the stream in the shower, feeling him growing harder by the minute.
We washed each other’s hair. It was sweet and romantic at first, but my hair was too tangled to handle any attention he tried to pay to it. After five consecutive times of pulling on long, tangled strands of hair, he gave up on trying to adequately wash my hair, but I was enjoying watching him try.
As I ran my fingers deeper into his scalp, feeling his gorgeous, thick, wet hair in my grasp, he gently, but forcibly, was pushing me against the wall of his shower. His elongated erection was wavering near my vulnerable opening.
I wanted to keep teasing him. I grabbed onto his cock, rubbed it nicely against my clit, then, I winked at him, letting go of him, and stepping away from the wall.
He growled, like an aggravated animal. “What are you doing to me?”
“I want another big, thick load from you, honey,” I told him. “You up for giving me a massive deposit, sexy man?”
“You know I am,” he said, beginning to masturbate slowly.
“Aw,” I whined. “You can’t wait for me?”
“What? You didn’t think I wanted you ten seconds ago?” he asked while stroking for me.
“Don’t spill any of my drink, sir,” I said. “I want to be filled up.”
We exited the shower, forgoing any helpful drying. We dried from our shower with only the heat we were generating together.
His bed was wonderful. I loved how it felt, looked and moved whenever Darren and I were in it at the same time. It’s as if it was made for us.
I also loved looking up at the ceiling when I would ride his cock. When we got into his room, he sat on the edge of the bed, and I sat on his lap, riding his stick hard with my legs wrapped around him. He kept one hand firmly clasped onto my backside at all times. Meanwhile, his free hand would travel from my bouncing chest to the back of my neck.
Although I was the one on top, we were both in control, each contributing to the outcome of this beautiful ride. He would thrust into me as I pushed down against him, causing a steady, sexy balance: We each gave and received bountifully.
As our speed began to slowly diminish, we moved from the edge of the bed to the center, where our union was about to be completed.
He was on top of me, thrusting nice and deep up into my trembling pussy. His strong arms were tent poles keeping him fastened down onto the bed. I grabbed onto his strong arms, using them as leverage to keep my body steady enough.
“That’s it,” I moaned in desperation. “Oh God, right fucking there, Darren. Right there, keep smashing your gorgeous cock.”
Before I could finish my command, he silenced me with his love. He knocked the breath out of me with his amazing penis. Truly, I couldn’t fathom how it had taken us this long to reunite and reignite our flame.
It was well after midnight, and there was no light in the room. The only light getting in was a small bit of moonlight in the windows. I couldn’t even see Darren.
We’d made love for hours, and we’d had so many orgasms that I had lost track after the fifth one.
I moved my hand slowly over toward his side, trying to touch him without waking him. He started to stir.
“Are you awake?” I whispered.
“Mhmm,” he signaled. “You okay?”
“I’m perfect.”
He repositioned himself, and then I felt his hand grabbing hold of mine. We huddled close.
“I could write a symphony about what we just did,” said Darren.
I giggled. “We’ll call it the ‘Tennessee Suite,’ s-u-i-t-e.”
“Oh, wow,” he chuckled. “Nice. I see what you did there.”
“The song you made for me could be a hit you release on your solo album,” I said. “Or, maybe when we do our duo album, we could both play, and you’d sing. Like ‘Yesterday’ for the Beatles.”
“We’ll figure it out,” he murmured.
“What are you thinking about?”
“I’m replaying everything we just did over and over,” he answered. “You?”
“I’m thinking about places over in Nashville.”
He stirred again. “What?”
“I was thinking of living in Nashville,” I stated. “And, if you were still down, I was hoping you might go with me.”
“We can live anywhere in the world, Bailey.”
“Have you been to Nashville?” I asked him.
“Baby,” he went. “We can live in Memphis, it’s fine. I said we could live anywhere in the world.”
“I don’t want to live in Memphis anymore,” I said. “I want to live in Nashville. Memphis was a good starting place, and there’s a good scene. But Nashville does breed more music stars and talent. Plus, it’s a lot prettier there.”
“Yeah, it is,” he agreed.
“And, it’s a brand new place for us to explore together,” I said. “I couldn’t enjoy myself nearly as much when I first got to Memphis because you weren’t there. I want to go somewhere new with you. We can plant our flag somewhere.”
“I’m really okay with moving to Memphis, darling one,” he said. “I promise, I won’t resent you, or have any—I don’t know—”
“No, I’m moving to Nashville,” I said. “You can come with me or not. It’s up to you, Georgia boy.”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Tennessee Sweet,” he replied. “I’m going where you go. I’ll put in my two weeks with Mel when I go to work on Monday.”
“Really?”
“I’m not ever leaving you again, Bailey Wright.”
He kissed my hand, massaging it with his thumb.
“You’re quitting Mel’s,” I said. “What would happen after that?”
“You’ll figure out what you want to do about record labels and how you want to release your music,” he said. “We’ll both write songs during the two weeks I’m finishing my work at Mel’s, and then we’ll play our songs together and collaborate them and mix them into our duet album.”
“Wow, it sounds like you have a plan.”
“Of course, I do,” he said. “I’m ready, baby girl.”
“Okay, we’ll write for two weeks,” I agreed. “We’ll write about how we feel about each other.”
“I could write many albums that solely focus on my love for you,” he said with intensity. “What genre should I shoot for?”
“Write whatever feels right to you.”
“We’ll play for each other, mix some of our songs together, harmonize on a few, remix a few—you name it,” he said. “Then, we can record the songs after you release your next album. We don’t want to take away any of the thunder from that release.”
“Or, maybe we’ll write for two weeks, then record for two weeks,” I proposed. “I never made any preliminary deals with the record label for a duo album. We could release our album in a month independently and see how we fare.”
“If we don’t do well, we’ll hit that label up,” said Darren. “If we blow up, we blow up. You have yourself a deal, Bailey Wright.”
He kissed my hand again. For the first time in a long while, I was able to drift off to sleep faster than usual.
I finally felt complete.