Beast of Venery (17 page)

              “I just need to go home, take warm shower, and sleep. And when I wake up tomorrow, I'll start my life back up again. Right? Isn't that what people do when they're feeling down and lost, pull themselves up and go on?”

              Her stare was asking him for answers. He smiled, and let the tip on his fingers grace her cheek.

              “Whose ass are we kicking tomorrow, baby?”

The smallest hint of a smile fell across her face before he turned their car out of the parking structure and headed home.

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For the first time in years she allowed herself to release some of the tension and anxiety of always looking over her shoulder, waiting for the time he could and would show up.

              Although the new feeling was alien, it was something she could learn to deal with and eventually learn to appreciate. Rewiring years of anxiety would require a learning curve, but both she and Andy were happy to work on that.

              A few nights ago, after a delicious dinner of barbequed steak and sweet potato fries, they had slumped down on the couch in the living room, cuddled together sharing a bottle of wine. Rewinding and relaxing. Their legs stretched out, letting their bare feet rest on the surface of the wooden coffee table. Her toes played leisurely with his feet making him smile, hiding a hint of a tickle.

              One of his strong arms went around her back, grabbed her shoulder on the opposite side, and pulled her in to his chest. This is where he wanted her to be. Right next to him. As an appendix to his body, an attachment he wouldn't want to get rid of.

              Minute after minute of body heat and giggling while sitting that close was making it hard for her not to touch him. She started rubbing her hands all over his broad chest, over his nipples that peaked under the thin fabric of his black t-shirt, and down his finely shaped stomach.

              She knew what he liked. Years of physical contact with the same person would do that to a couple. It was one of the best things in the world being in a long-term relationship.

              As soon as her stroking hand touched the skin and the happy happy trail of hair below his belly button, hinting for a continuing downward movement, he sucked in a shallow breath, and his chest rose quickly from the subtle contact.

              With both their half-empty glasses in hand he placed them safely on the living room table where their feet were just relaxing, turned around to Danielle to grab both her hands.

              “Come.” His request had been as simple as that, and with her in tote he led them out of the living room and down the hallway to their bedroom.

              The room was dark, with the corner lamp in the living room being the only light seeping through the house, producing a soft glow down the hallway and onto the carpet in their room.

              They hadn't made love since that one night in their bedroom, a few weeks after she came home from the hospital. According to both her doctor and therapist her body needed more healing, and he was nothing but supportive of the decision. Whatever
she
needed was more important than his desire to make love to her again. Even though it stung to hear, his mind knew it was the right thing to do. But whatever lived in his pants didn't agree.

              “Sit.” He said softly, and with a slow movement he placed her on the edge of the bed. He kneeled at her feet, letting their faces meet at eye level. A warm hand suddenly moved up her arm until it reached the back of her neck. He moved himself closer, until the tip of their noses touched, cradling her head in his large hand.

              “I've missed you.” He whispered into her mouth in the dim room.

              “I've missed you too.” She said, with a whisper just as quiet.

              He placed his open lips gently on hers, asking to go deeper. There was no question in her mind about what she wanted. Without hesitation she let her tongue slip out between her lips and probe his mouth open further, until she met his. Touching, tasting, and rediscovering each other's mouths. Warm, wet, and irresistible. Soft kisses quickly going sloppy.

              She didn't want to hold out anymore. She wanted this too much not to go all the way. She missed him. Missed his touch, his smell, what he looked like naked, what he felt like against her skin, and what he felt like inside her. No more waiting. It was rediscovery time at the Drew's house.

              She pulled him with her, back onto the bed. Spread her legs as an open invitation for him to investigate farther.

              “Are you sure?” He asked coming up for breath from her mouth.

              “Yes. Don't ask questions. I want you. It's as simple as that. No more waiting. I've missed you so much.”

              That was all the reassurance he needed. With his adept fingers he reached up and under her skirt to hook his fingers into her pink lace panties, pulled them swiftly down her legs, and had them flying across the room in seconds. Her skirt followed the same treatment.

              With her hands twisted into tight knots in his hair, she felt him push himself down her body, nuzzling her stomach, to finally kiss her where she had missed it the most.

              “Yeeees.” She moaned, and tightened her grip in his hair. She knew he didn't mind the doing. Instead he treated her to a well-placed, all over covering kiss, between her legs.

              “Oh my God, this is the best thing in the world!” She screamed loudly as his hands took hold of her inner thighs and pushed them apart. “Oh my God, you like doing this don't you?”

              “Are you kidding me?” He smiled, nestling his nose between her folds. “The way you squirm against me and the way your voice cuts through the air when you enjoy something are things that drive me nuts. If I didn't have a job to go to I would stay here between your legs all day long. Just eating you away. Taste every part of you, feel how your body shivers in response, and watch your face when you come. It's amazing. You're a piece of art.”

              “Huh, most other guys don't really like being down there...“

              “They're idiots.” He continued. Placing light butterfly kisses over every bare area usually hidden by her thighs. “They're missing out. I can’t get enough of anything about you. Now remember how we talked about making new memories of sex, erasing Brian out of our bedroom?”

She nodded, her eyes still closed. That meant go-time.

              “But...uhm... oh... babe...”

              “Mhm... are you going to talk.... through all this... cause it's kinda hard to move my tongue inside you and answer your questions at the same time. Mmm, God you taste good. I've missed this pussy.”

              He buried his face deep between her thighs, spiked his tongue long and stiff like Achilles' spear, letting it open her lips. Not to seek shallow grounds, but to devour her, pushing far into her warm depth; where heat was abundant and muscles moved like the pistons of an engine. Squeezing every ounce of power his tongue was willing to give. 

              She screamed at the touch, grabbing big chunks of his long hair in her hands, pushing his face even harder against her skin.

              “You want me deeper, babe?”

              “I.... I... just... please... I...”

              “Please what? You don't know?” She felt him smile between her thighs, letting his tongue move out of her to place light flickers over her clit.

              Her hands were still holding him close, not wanting to let him get away for a second. She didn't know exactly what she wanted, only that he wouldn't stop, that he wasn't leaving her throbbing center which was screaming for more, more, more!

              Placing juicy kisses on her wet, bare skin, he grabbed her thighs resting on his shoulders on each side of his head and moved them up and away from his body.

              “No, no, no, please. Don't stop. Please don't... please...” She moaned and gazed down to find him backing away.

              “Oh, we're not done yet. Turn over on your stomach...”

              Dazed from arousal and heady sex she fumbled around until she was flat down facing the mattress. Her hands grabbed a hold of a pillow to place under her head. She wasn't quite sure what he had planned, but she didn't really care, as long as it involved him touching her again. Soon.

              “I'll need that pillow baby... hand it over.”

              Without questioning she handed over the pillow she had in her hands, and waited for his next move.

              “Butt up.”

              The small gap between her stomach and the mattress was soon filled with the soft pillow, folded in half for extra thickness, making her butt rise up in midair. '
Oh, interesting, this feels good.'
She thought to herself.

              The muscular length of his body leaned over her naked back, transferring some of his heat onto her skin, before he let his mouth work its way down her bare back. Nibbling, biting, licking, teasing, kissing. It was driving her completely wild. As an automatic response her butt kept bumping up to hit his abs, and with each little bite of her skin, her back arched like that of a stretching cat.

Suddenly a light sting hit the skin of her right butt cheek. Her eyes opened from the surprising action.

              “Did you just... spank me?”

              “Mhm... yes, I did. You bouncing your delicious derriere up into my body makes it quite irresistible.”

Slap. Once more.

              This time the feeling of surprise was suppressed by a subtle hint of arousal. She was surprised she liked it. She needed to investigate this further.

              “Again.” She said low, and grabbed the bed sheets tightly with her fists, bracing herself for the impact.

Slap. Harder his time.

              “Again.” She whispered, lowering her face into the sheets.

              The large size of Andy's hand made the skin of her cheek wobble under his touch. It felt surprisingly great. Beyond great.

              “Again. Again.”

              His hand print burned this time, but instead of turning her off, it spurred her on. By now, Andy's mouth had traveled the entire length of her back, and was lavishing her other butt cheek with kisses and slow, fully covering licks with his tongue.

              “Your skin is pink babe.”

              “Again.” She answered.

He responded by biting lightly into her other cheek when the sting hit. It made her scream out loud into the sheets beneath her.

              “You're so wet. So amazingly wet. I can see how you glisten.”

              With the firm thumb of his hand he moved down between her legs to moisten her entire area with the wetness she produced. It was a hot, throbbing mess. And he loved it.

              Her wetness made it more of an accident than forced action when his thumb slid inside her pussy. Her body grabbed the whole length of his digit until it was completely hidden within her, but as slowly as it sunk in, he pulled it back out. Spreading more of her juices over her throbbing skin, tracing the line separating her round cheeks with his thumb.

              With a light, teasing bite to her cheek, he let the moist pad of his thumb drum light beats over the opening to her anus. Testing, asking, pleasing. Amazingly her response came faster than he anticipated, as she arched her butt back up against the pressure of his thumb. Still circling, massaging, and teasing her tight opening.

              Lavishing her whole behind in wet kisses he let the tip of his thumb enter her slowly, only to be pushed back out by her muscles just as quickly. Again he followed the same regiment. He pushed in, small increments at a time, increasing in length, just to have her muscles involuntary push his thumb tip out once more. Over and over again they played this game. Until her opening engulfed his thumb in its completeness, clutching him tightly inside, not wanting him to pull back out.

              Well inside, he let her adjust to the feeling of his intrusion, before his hand started moving in a rocking motion, back and forth, back and forth. Eventually the tightness slightly subsided, letting him move his thumb out completely and replace it with two of his fingers.

              “Careful, please.” She whispered. 

              "Remember babe, we're making new memories attached to us having sex. So, I'm asking you. What do you want to do next? It's your decision.”

              Breathing slowly, with her eyes still shut, face resting on the warm sheets cradling her face, she thought. It was now or never. She had to confess.

              “I want to try going rough with you. Don't baby me anymore, just take me.” His quietness probed for more of her thoughts.

              “Your arousal turns me on. Don't hold back anymore. Show me rough, I'm not afraid of it. Show me what rough is with you. I'm done trying the gentle part after what happened to me. I want to live fully again.”