Helena
The whole walk home I’d been wondering what it would be like to have this man make love to me and now I knew. It was delicious and overwhelming and I was groaning uncontrollably as he drove a little deeper with each thrust. Usually I need more of a warm up, but my imagination had already been running wild for long enough that I was soaking wet and once my body adjusted to his size, he could fuck me hard.
“Oh damn…” His fingers laced with mine, pressing on my palms, and he kissed me wherever his lips happened to fall—hair, cheek, neck…lips. I opened my mouth and nipped at his lip, keeping him there a moment longer. “Oh damn,” he repeated.
“Mmm…” We were incoherent. He was so strong I wondered how long he could go. I wondered how long I would last. Every stroke of his cock put stars in my eyes, and some tears in my eyes too, because the sensation was so achingly sweet and intense. I didn’t feel like I was anywhere near coming, though. I could already tell that when the orgasm came it was going to blow my mind, and it wouldn’t come too soon. It would build slowly until I was weeping for it.
Oh, maybe I already was.
“Graham…Graham…shit…you’re so strong…”
“Worth the wait?”
“Oh fuck…” I tossed my head and twisted a little under his touch, like I needed to get away, but also would rather die than succeed.
“God yes,” he said. He pulled the ponytail holder from my hair and then tugged down the zipper of my dress, skillfully peeling the dress up my curves, slowing down his rhythm but hardly stopping as he slid his hands worshipfully down my waist and hips.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “And pretty strong yourself.”
The phone rang.
The old phone sitting on the table. He glared at it. Definitely a bit of a groove-interrupter, but then, when you had a groove this deep…
He pushed my dress up over my breasts and bent down to give each nipple an affectionate nibble. I was getting wetter and wetter. I wondered if it was possible to not have an orgasm at all, but just to be at the mercy of the slow build. I was definitely pumping him up with power. I should be annoyed about it but it was hard to be upset about the way I felt like shooting stars of pleasure were coursing through my fingers and toes.
The answering machine beeped. “Graham, I know you rented this Airbnb! Please, pick up, honest to god, I’m going to call the cops if you don’t pick up—”
Graham floofed my dress over my head so I couldn’t see him and pinned my hands down with one of his hands, and he picked up the damn phone, slowing down but not stopping his relentless fucking. “Hey, Sandra. I’m sorry about that. My cell phone has terrible reception out here. All right, well, I didn’t see your messages because my service is shit. Calm down, calm down. I’ll be back tomorrow morning. I know. A tornado? Really? No, I didn’t see that. Was anyone hurt? Okay, that’s a relief then.”
“Ohh…” I should have freed myself from my stuffy fabric prison and yelled at him, but at this point I just needed release. I was starting to feel like I didn’t even have a body. Or maybe I was nothing but a body and I didn’t have a brain. Then he must have tucked the receiver between his ear and shoulder because suddenly his hand was toying with my nipples and I didn’t even see it coming.
“Ohhhh…” My voice was breathy. I didn’t want ‘Sandra’ to hear screaming in the background but Graham had me muffled in my fabric cocoon. I bit the fabric of my dress.
“I will absolutely get that email back to you in the next fifteen minutes,” he said. “Let me go and handle it right now and I’ll call you back.”
He slammed the phone down and then he released my hands, pulled the dress back down so he could see my face, and grabbed my hips instead. He started coming inside me so hard that I couldn’t have said anything if I tried. My body exploded into the most toe curling orgasm and I was just screaming.
He put his arms around me and held me as I panted, reeling from the aftershocks.
“That was amazing, Helena,” he said. “I’m sorry. I really have to answer this email and then I’ll get right back to you.”
“Ohh…”
“I don’t want Sandra to call the cops.” He grabbed a laptop from a briefcase on the floor and opened it right next to my naked thigh.
I was so exhausted I didn’t even move for a few minutes but in between bouts of very fast typing, he would give my leg a slow stroke almost all the way up to my pussy.
Damnit, I was actually starting to get turned on again before I’d even recovered from round one.
“I didn’t know I had it in me,” I finally breathed. “That was…hot.”
“It was. Maybe I’ll win that election after all.”
“Damn. I don’t want that.”
“I’ve put so much into this,” he said. “So many people I would let down if I didn’t give it my all. I’ve already failed them just by being here. You wouldn’t really want to be with someone who fails people.”
“You’re right…”
He went silent, the glow of the laptop bringing out the definitive line of his nose and the disgruntled furrow of his brow, and I found myself dreaming of his demon form. It would be weirdly sexy to watch a demon typing on a laptop.
Then he slammed it shut. “Sometimes I think I should never have gone back to my grandfather’s house. Then I look at you…”
He scooped me into his arms and climbed the spiral staircase. Finally, a bed.
Not that much sleep happened that night.