1st person POV

Author’s note:
Ha-ha! You won’t find out who the characters are till the end!!!



She’d called me around 11pm, somehow knowing I was still awake. She’d said she just needed to see me if I wasn’t too worn out or too busy with other things. I wasn’t so I went to her, not knowing what to expect. They say you should expect the unexpected but then you’re always caught off guard for the things that are really unexpected. So I expected nothing, it was safer for myself and anyone else involved.

She greeted me at the door, arms sliding around my shoulders uncharacteristically. I said her name softly and she told me to hush. She didn’t want me to talk; she wanted me to hold her. So I did, sliding my own arms around her waist as I backed her into the room, closing the door with my foot.

Her long brown hair was down and I found my hands being drawn to it, I wanted to slide my fingers through it. When she didn’t stop my wandering touches, I started to tense. I wasn’t sure where this was going and I really wasn’t sure where I wanted it to go. Her small hands soothed down my back, making me relax just a bit.

She leaned into me and I felt her lips graze my neck; lightly but my body still shivered and my thoughts wandered back to things I hadn’t done in what seemed like years. She pulled away but took my hand in her own; I didn’t know for sure but I thought she was leading me to her bedroom.

I pulled on my hand a little, resisting, but still my feet followed her steps further into her home. “No,” I said finally.

She turned to me, touched my face and again I shivered. She said my name softly.

“No,” I said again. “I can’t, won’t.”

“Comfort is all I’m after tonight.” She said and her blue eyes brought me a sense of truth. She touched my arm. “This isn’t sex. You don’t want that and I won’t push you into something you’re afraid of.”

I was transparent to her; she could read me like any book. And I’d known that for awhile now but I’d ignored it of course. Now I wasn’t sure what bothered me more—that she could read me so easily and find a fear I was barely aware of. Or that I couldn’t read her even a little. A combination of both more than likely.

She kissed me gently, my first in years, but she couldn’t know that. And despite my surprise I didn’t allow it to show on my face.

“I don’t know what this means,” I said.

She kissed me again. “It means whatever you want it to mean; I won’t force you in to anything you don’t want.”

I nodded my understanding and let her lead me to her bedroom. The normal steady beat of my heart having accelerated. I stopped in her doorway, our hands separated and I watched her slender form sit on the bed and turn back to me.

“Where—” I had to pause and catch my breath. “Where do you want me?” I could feel her looking at me and I glad the room was dark so I didn’t have to see her eyes.

“Come here,” She didn’t say my name; maybe if she had I could’ve gone to her. Instead, my chest seized and I backed up against the wall. “Sweetie?” She asked and crossed the room to me.

“I can’t be doing this, you’re not mine, and I’ve no claim. I can’t, I can’t” I knew I was rambling but I couldn’t get my mind to reason or to slow down. And I knew it was because I was attracted to her; I still wasn’t sure if that was a bad thing or not.

She put her hands on my arms and kissed my cheek lightly. “If you don’t want to be here, then leave, I won’t hold it against you. It’s okay.” She whispered in my ear.

I couldn’t leave either, lord, what was wrong with me? “You said you needed me here.”

“I do but you’re shaking.” She smoothed her hands along my shoulders.

I let my hands mold to her waist, lowering my chin to the top of her head. “I want to be here, I want to stay with you, like you need me to. I just panicked. I don’t know why; but I’ll be fine.”

She lifted her head and this time I made our lips meet. Letting my hands cup the back of her head as I deepened the kiss, no longer panicking or even tense. This wasn’t about sex but it might become that if I couldn’t keep control of myself. But I knew I had to give her a measure of control as well.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked because I really didn’t know.

Her fingers traced my suit coat and the buttons of my shirt. “Can you sleep in this?”

“I could, but it would be rather stiff.” I told her but she was already pushing the coat off my shoulders before I’d even finished speaking. Then she moved on to the buttons of my shirt and slipped that off me too.

I was glad I wore a thinner shirt under that. I didn’t know what I’d do if she touched the skin of my chest. It was already hard not to touch her, not to kiss her, not to take her against my body like I so wanted.

“I hadn’t realized how slim you were.” She said as I sat on the bed’s edge to take off my shoes; she pulled back the covers and climbed beneath. I took my belt off then lay down beside her, above the covers with my hands crossed over my stomach. In that moment I wasn’t sure what I’d do if I touched her. But then she turned to me and I lost my will to those blue-sky eyes and voiced what I was thinking at that moment.

“I... I want you.” I said. “So if you don’t feel the same, don’t touch me.” Lord, had I really said that aloud?

I didn’t have time to react when she turned my face toward hers and kissed me again. I kissed her back, letting my hands go to her hair while hers went to mine. My tongue traced her lower lip and she pulled it into her mouth, bit at my lips and I pulled away after a moment. Kissed down her neck, took her earlobe between my teeth and pulled delicately. I didn’t want to hurt her but I did want to show that I was dominant wouldn’t be anything else. She pulled my mouth back to her own and suddenly being in control didn’t matter as much as it had a moment ago.

We both pulled away, looking in each other’s eyes. And I wondered how what we’d meant to be comfort had rapidly turned to something more.

“You asked me here for comfort,” I said, near to breathless. “Is that still what you want?”

“Yes... I’m not ready for anything else.” She said. “Not when I can still feel you shaking.”

“I feel better than I did.”

She smiled. “I’m sure you do.”

I smiled back. She laid her head on my shoulder (now that I was under the covers with her) and I put my arms around her. Breathing in the scent of her hair. This was about comfort, about our friendship. I was fine with that; for now anyway.

...

I woke up in the middle of the night, on my side with her back to my chest and my hands held by her own on her stomach. We were pressed as close together as we could be while still clothed. Even our legs were tangled together. I didn’t know what time it was, I didn’t even know where her clock was. It didn’t matter; I wasn’t going to leave until she asked me to anyway. I must have tensed up when I woke because she was turning her face into my chest.

“What time is it?” She asked, somehow picking up on my own thoughts.

“I don’t know,” I said. She propped herself up and kissed me softly, I ran my fingers through her hair and she sighed, leaning into me at the same time.

“How did you sleep?”

“I slept well,” I said. “How about you?”

She kissed me again, this time on my cheek rather than my lips. “Wonderfully.”

“That’s good to hear.” I said and stretched; she put her hand low on my stomach.

“Stay here today.” She said suddenly.

“Of—of course.” I said after a moment of silent surprise.

She fell onto me, mouth capturing my own as she devoured me. I could only think of one thing more fun than what we were already doing. But not yet; not yet.

...

We spent most of the day there in her bed in each other’s arms. Either kissing or trading caresses: her hands kept going to my waist but never any further as much as we both wanted it. Neither of us was quite ready to be the one to make that move. Or, that’s what I’d thought.

But the next time we kissed, she pulled me off my side and on top of her. Her legs on either side of my hips and her tongue in my mouth. It made me moan and press myself to her gently, carefully. She answered my moan with her own and wrapped her legs around the backs of mine. I cradled her in my arms, feeling my blood surge as her hands strayed down to my ass. And she caressed me, hands going as far as my upper thighs before venturing back to my ass.

Her tongue in my mouth was making me hot and bothered in the good way. This only made me remember that this was the first time we’d been together in years and I’m sure it was the first time we’d ever even touched. I started to pull away to remind her of just that, but her hands tightened on my ass and held me in place.

She kissed me fiercely. “I’m yours if you want me. Just don’t—don’t pull away from me again.”

I said nothing, taken aback; I just kissed her as fiercely and hungrily as she’d kissed me. Of course I wanted her, of course; I licked my lips and showed her just how I wanted her.

I pulled off her shirt, her breasts were milky and I could see the slight tan lines. I kissed each in turn, taking her nipples into my mouth and marking them lightly with my teeth before I moved back to kiss her lips again.

She whispered my name and started pulling at the hem of my shirt. I rose off her, took the shirt off and threw it to the floor, and then I kissed her again. Her hands moved over my front and she squeezed my nipples when she came to them. It felt so good I was thrown off guard and suddenly I was on my back beneath her.

She sat across my thighs, hands tracing each of my pearl-white scars. The one on my abdomen, the two on my left side and the long one over my heart. I shivered.

“God, you’re pale.” She said. “And these...” Her hands followed the same path again, lingering on the one over my heart. “This was a killing blow.”

“It was shallow.” I told her. “The two on my side were much worse, but I had a good doctor.”

She smiled. “You did.” She lowered her mouth to the scar on my abdomen and again I shivered for her. She looked down at me. “I want to savor you, I want this to last.”

What could I say? I felt very much the same. But again I found myself voicing my thoughts. “Play with me first.”

“That was my intention.” She said, grinning.

I almost asked her to tell me those exact intentions but decided that it would be more fun to let her have her wicked way with me. She lowered her mouth back to my bare chest, kissing in some places, licking and biting in others. She started at my Adam’s apple—which also made me shiver delightedly—to just above my navel. And gods help me; I wanted her mouth to go lower. Something I’ve never done to any of my sex partners, (and actually, that’s a lie, I’ve done it a few times. More than five but less than ten.) But it made me uncomfortable, and a little self-conscience. But lord, she made me want it so bad.

She looked into my eyes, hand resting low on my belly, and I felt more than saw her unbutton my fly and pull down the zipper. I raised my hips for her and she pulled my pants down, throwing them onto my shirt on the floor. I was left wearing only my black boxers.

She ran her hand over the fabric. “Always black.” She murmured.

“Except for the shirt.”

“Except for the shirt,” She agreed. “I like the fabric, what is it?”

Her hand was petting me and it took a moment to reply. “Cotton, I think. Maybe a mix of something else...”

“Mmhm,” Her hands moved along my thighs, down over my knees, calves and ankles. Lord it felt amazing.

I moved her beneath me suddenly and without any warning. I began to mark her skin with my teeth, her hand wrapped around the back of my neck. I could feel her nails digging in, she held me scruffed like the cat she swore I was. Just for kicks, I hissed at her and tried to twist away.

She grinned wickedly. “Bad kitty,” She said and the hand that wasn’t pinching the nerve at the back of my neck combed roughly through my hair. She pulled on a handful of my blond-white strands, angling my neck but still keeping me scruffed. Then she attacked my ear with her teeth; I used one hand to hold myself up while the other I used to untie the pull-string of her pajama bottoms.

I wanted to take them off but she kept me anchored to her. Her tongue soothed over the abrasions on my ear and she let go of my hair. We kissed again, I let my hands stroke her breasts, her sides and stomach like she’d caressed me. Her hands slid down my back, over my shoulders, kissing me the entire time. Now that I was free, I pulled away from her, fingers in the waistband. She put her hands on mine and together we took them off, her panties were striped different colors and I left them on. They were cute.

“Come back here, bad kitty.” She teased and I did, lying on my side next to her, our legs tangled.

“I’m not a kitty.” I said.

“Yes, you are. You’re my kitty.”

I put my mouth to her ear, hand slipping between her legs. “I’m not a kitty.” I whispered nefariously.

She lifted her hips to mine. It took everything I had not to rip those cute little panties off. Every damn thing I had.

“I still feel like I shouldn’t be doing this...”

“Say that again and I’ll slap you.” She warned.

I kept quiet.

...

She was on her stomach beneath me, completely nude like me. I had an arm under her abdomen to improve the angle and my lips were at the back of her neck. I wasn’t inside her yet, this admittedly fun position was just another way for me to assert control, because I’d been so damn lacking in that area for the last twenty or so hours. But truthfully, I loved the curve of her ass under my hips, the heat of her skin against mine and the scent of her sweat.

I took my kisses across her shoulders, the tip of my erection touching her lower back as I angled my body over hers. She’d only touched me once so far but I was already slick with sweat and pre-cum just thinking about it.

She said my name again and begged me to be inside her. I almost consented but I wasn’t done playing yet. I kissed my way down her spine then turned her onto her back; mouth on her belly and her hands in my hair. I’d already told her how oral sex—when I was giving it—made me nervous, she’d told me I didn’t have to, but I did like to tease. I nuzzled her with my cheek; she was just so soft and just so damn warm under my hands.

I slid up her body, lying flat as I could without my erection touching her core. I kissed her neck, her ear and her lips. Her hands wrapped around the back of my head again and I slid my fingers between her legs, opened her and pushed my dick inside like she’d begged me to.

She arched under me, legs moving restlessly beside mine, hands pulling at my hair. For a moment I was completely still, letting her get used to the size and shape of me. But also, I was a little overwhelmed; I hadn’t been with anyone in years. And even though she was wet and ready for me she was also very tight. I wondered how long it had been for her and why she’d chosen to call me and not someone else the night before. Then I decided it didn’t matter, we were both here now and we were both having fun.

She moaned and said my name against my shoulder; I kissed her cheek lightly. “Tell me if this is too much too soon.”

Her reply was to slide her hands down my back to my ass and give me a viscous pull forward. Inside her all the way—and all of a sudden—I felt a moan tear away from my lips. She kissed me fiercely again and that was when I started to move for her. Slowly at first, pushing all the way in and then pulling out so that only the tip of me was inside. I took her hands in mine and held them above her head on the pillow; she wrapped her legs around the backs of my knees and held my there.

“I can’t move like that, dear,” I murmured.

She just grinned at me and those legs moved slowly up my legs to my lower back.

“God,” I moaned. “That felt good.”

“I know,” She teased.

I really got into it then, her teasing me had upped-the-ante so to speak. My body became less at-ease, my thrusts deeper, faster and more frantic. She rose to meet me every time, her nails scraping the skin of my lower back and her legs brushed against mine again.

We were both beginning to breathe heavy and sweat. I felt the sudden rapture of all my senses, felt the orgasm bow my spine and spasm all my muscles. I felt my erection inside her, my seed filling her. I moaned, lowered my lips to hers, needing the added contact of her lips under mine. I felt her orgasm then too, squeezing me almost to the point of pain, but it felt too good to hurt. Her nails dug into my flesh and she cried out into my mouth.

Then we became still, the both of us breathing heavy. She pushed at my shoulder and I moved onto my side; my back protesting loudly at the movement; I slid my hand over it.

Lying there beside her, I started to laugh.

She sighed happily. “What’s so funny?” She asked.

“My back’s bleeding,” I laughed again, kissed her. “God, that was fun Margo.”

She kissed my neck lightly. “It most definitely was Aloysius.”

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