I Knew You Were Trouble: Accidents Happen (6 page)

"Wait for me," Adeline said. I felt her back stiffen and move opposite her hips. I pulled into myself and tightened my legs, holding back. Her hazel eyes were boring into me, coaxing me forward, begging me to release. I was on the verge of losing it when her movements lost tempo and became an offbeat staccato. Each surge of her hips was followed by a deep grunt. I could feel her body began to shudder. Her face flushed and her stomach curled in. I exploded into her, years of want released in a volcanic fury. Our eyes never left each other's. Adeline's blissful face driving me further into nirvana. I held her as she shook, her pussy gripping and releasing. She collapsed onto me and began laughing softly.

"That was kind of amazing," I whispered into Adeline's ear. She was dead weight in my arms as she recovered, still laughing. I reached up and massaged her neck softly as I smiled at whatever she found humorous. "What is so funny?" I asked.

"My sister," Adeline said as she sat up. She kissed me deeply. "She said we weren't compatible; that it would be boring."

"It certainly wasn't boring," I added. My arousal remained and Adeline was squeezing me inside her. I laughed, my cock jerking in response. She cradled my face with her hands and kissed me again. She put her forehead against mine and stared into my eyes.

"I don't think your sister likes me," I said with humor. Adeline smiled, moving her hips up and down, teasing me.

"Ignore her. I am. She just wants me to move back in with her." The thought of Adeline possibly leaving struck me harder than I expected. I didn't have the right, but at that moment, I was in my personal heaven and didn't want it to stop.

"I don't want you to leave," I stated. It sounded more like a plea than the request I intended.

"So, you like using me for sex?" Adeline smiled.

"I think you used me," I laughed. My mind flirted with the desires I fully intended to deploy if she decided to stay. Her breasts were rubbing lightly against my chest as she kept me willingly imprisoned on the couch.

"A day at a time," Adeline said, then locked her lips back on mine. Her tongue probed bravely, now knowing what I desired. I pulled her to the left and laid her on the couch, remaining conjoined by twisting until I was on top of her. Between us, we were a mess. The couch would need cleaning.

I slowly withdrew, then reentered Adeline, enjoying the wonderful feel of her wet folds. She wrapped her legs around me and drew me in deeper. Our tongues danced as our hips flowed like ocean waves. Every muscle of hers seemed to know what mine wanted and moved in harmony. Deliberate passion replaced the impetuous movements of only a moment ago. I felt I had more of her now that our original need was sated. It was luxury embodied.

We stayed that way as one, in flesh and mind, for a long time. Adeline urging me with her hands and legs, and I responding to the encouragement. I was rising again, reaching for release and she sensed it. Her hands reached down, grabbing my butt, and pulled me into her. I came again, deep inside. She, with a slight tremor, so much more gentle than the first time. She was smiling when I recovered, her legs spread as wide as the couch would allow.

"You do like using me for sex," Adeline stated. Her eyes were sparkling.

"Yes," I admitted, "very much." Adeline hugged me close like she intended to never let me go. I let my fears go as she held me. I decided to ignore self-imposed waiting rules. I liked her more than I should. I truly didn't want her to leave.

I had made love to a woman with the lights on. Twice. I had done that only once with Jessica. With Adeline, it seemed natural. Adeline was so unashamed about her body; nature was just nature around her. She held no concerns about sharing herself with me. I stood slowly, pulling my sloppy and exhausted tool from between her heavenly legs.

"Come," I said softly, "I want to wash you." I held out my hand which she took in hers. I ignored the obvious need for a new couch as she stood. Such a small price to pay. I led her by the hand to the non-gross shower.

***

"My breasts aren't that dirty," Adeline said humorously, as I washed them for the third time. Something about soapy breasts, the way they were all slippery and soft, entranced me. I knew them as tools to feed babies, but I also imagined they were invented as my personal toys.

"They are absolutely filthy," I joked, reaching around her to massage them again. I was half aroused, but the need wasn't strong. I was more than satisfied to just have her near me as the warm water caressed our skin. I really didn't want her to leave.

"I want you to stay here with me," I said firmly, her breasts in my hands, warm water cascading between us. I was holding her from behind, almost dancing in the rain.

"Ask me tomorrow," Adeline responded, smiling, "when I have clothes on." I chuckled at her sensibility.

"My request will stand," I smiled, "but for you, I will gladly ask again tomorrow and the next day if necessary." I already knew I wanted her to stay, naked or not. I felt her wiggle her butt against my poor, tired cock. If she kept it up, it would rise again -- it was its happy duty after all. Adeline leaned her head back, and I kissed her lips. A surge went through me, something warm, comforting and very gratifying. It was more than sexual, something deeper and not as trivial. I broke the kiss and turned her in my arms and saw the same in her eyes.

"It is too fast," Adeline stammered. It wasn't fear. It was the same confusion I felt. I pulled her breasts to mine and held her in the gentle warm rain. It was entirely too fast. It was also entirely too strong. It was also all I desired.

I had intended to coax Adeline to another orgasm when I took her to bed. The kiss in the shower changed that. It seemed too forceful to mix more love-making with our confusion. I held her as she had held me last night. She molded into me, comfortable with our nakedness. Her arms wrapped around mine, making sure I wouldn't let go. My heart had opened and I had let her in. It was too soon, but I let all of her in. It was a flood I could not stop.

Chapter Nine

I sliced some of the leftover roast into small pieces. I had woken up before Adeline and had a desire to make her breakfast. Making omelets was the one cooking skill I possessed. I had no idea if a steak and egg omelet would excite her taste buds, but it had mine watering. I had the pan warming on the stove at three on the dial. Cooking omelets was a temperature game. If you got it right, you had firm yellow eggs encasing the guts. If you got it wrong, the eggs turned brown or were runny; neither was very appetizing.

"Good morning," Adeline said sweetly. She had snuck up on me. I looked up at an angel in another of my t-shirts. Her hair was going every which way but where it was supposed to go. My heart leapt at the sight. No sunrise could compare to her. I dropped the knife on the cutting board.

"I want you to stay here with me," I repeated my request from last night. Adeline wasn't fully dressed, but I desperately didn't want to forget.

"Okay," Adeline replied with a smile. That was settled, so my apprehension died away.

"Good morning," I said, pointing to a stool. "Coffee?"

"Please," Adeline answered as she sat down.

"I'm making steak and cheese omelets," I added as I moved to the coffee pot.

"Sounds delicious."

"I love you," I said stupidly as I poured her a cup of coffee. The silence frightened me for a second, and I turned to find her only an arm's length away. Her lips answered me. Words were no longer necessary. The world made total sense.

***

Adeline and her sister had a rather heated phone conversation after lunch. I left Adeline to argue with Cathy, not wanting to get in the middle of two sisters. I already picked the winner anyway. Instead, I went back to fixing the hole. I put a layer of mud over the mesh tape on the drywall. I was rather impressed with my work. I went into the garage and duplicated my efforts on the other side of the wall. I had to shift some insulation around to try to preserve the thermal barrier. Other than that, it worked out as well as the inside had.

"Very nice," Adeline commented, as I finished the mudding in the garage. She was still wearing only the t-shirt she donned this morning.

"Cathy still upset?" I asked, knowing the answer. I was rather surprised how adamant her sister had become. It seemed so out of character for a sister to carry it so far.

"She'll live. She played the 'mother card' and it failed, so she's pouting."

"The mother card?"

"You know, how disappointed my mother would be if she were alive today. That type of bull." Adeline said offhandedly.

"Was your mother like that?"

"I don't know," Adeline responded softly, "she died giving birth to me." I heard a little sadness in her voice. Cathy was trying to be Adeline's mother and doing a lousy job of it, but I suddenly had some sympathy for her.

"Cathy raised you?" I asked, putting down my tools and moving toward her. I realized I knew so little about Adeline's life.

"Yes," Adeline answered, pulling me into a loose embrace, "she was already in her twenties when mom died. I think I was an accident," she chuckled, "I kind of still am." The sadness was for never knowing her mother. "I always wondered if I would have been different if she hadn't died."

"Then you wouldn't have rear-ended me," I said, smiling. Adeline's hands dropped down to my ass and she squeezed.

"I do like your rear end," Adeline joked. She was in a playful mood. I was hit with a wonderful desire to see her squirm. I quickly put the lid on the drywall mud and grabbed Adeline's hand. She followed me willingly, her smile indicating she shared my desire.

I brought her into the bedroom and pulled the t-shirt over her head. I was wrong, she wasn't naked underneath. She was wearing a pair of baby blue panties. She saw where my eyes were looking and turned.

"You like my blue butt," Adeline insisted, as she wiggled her butt at me. "I saw you checking me out that first night." I laughed and slipped my thumbs into the elastic and helped her shimmy out of them. With a little dominate revenge, I pushed her lovingly onto the bed. She sat and I pushed a little harder until she was on her back smiling, her knees bent over the edge. I took in her visage, so wonderfully appealing. I dropped to my knees in front of her sex.

"Oh!" Adeline breathed, and tried to sit up. I laughed and pushed her prone again. I slowly spread her legs and kissed the inside of her right knee. I kissed my way slowly up the inside of her thigh, taking little lip nibbles along the way. I loved the way her body reacted -- little quivers ran through her when I found sensitive spots. As I neared her sex, she tried to sit up again. I reached up, and she surrendered, on her back again. This time I held her down by massaging her breasts.

I breathed in her scent as I let my lips pass by her sweet flower. I heard a disappointed moan as I started teasing her left thigh. I had power over her and I found it intoxicating. My desire was rising quickly, but I ignored it and concentrated on making her my toy, as I was hers last night. I licked my finger and ran it down between her folds. A tremor ran through her, and I tenderly explored. Her hips moved slightly, wanting more than tender.

I studied her flower, so moist, using my finger to open her slightly. My other hand had to hold her down again. She moaned at the slowness, which made me think I was winning this game of mine. I lightly massaged her small hood and coaxed out her cute bud. It was glistening pink, proud and very sensitive. I sent strong shivers through her body by circling it with my finger. I could tell she wanted more, but clearly didn't want me to stop.

I moved my finger lower, tracing Adeline's opening and slowly going deeper. I leaned my face forward and tasted her for the first time. Sweet nectar. Adeline groaned and tried to force her hips forward. I smiled into her pussy and dragged my tongue from my finger, up between her folds and flicked across her proud bud. I couldn't hold her down with the light force I was using. She popped up with her butt on the edge of the bed. I looked up into lust-filled eyes.

"No more teasing," Adeline demanded, with an anxious smile. She was breathing deeply. I locked my eyes on hers and put my exploring finger in my mouth and followed with another finger, wetting them both. I watched her as I inserted both fingers into her. "Oh, Damon," she muttered, her hips moving to meet my hand. I moved my tongue back to her bud and began licking across it with more force. The flat of my tongue lapping, losing contact and regaining it again and again. She fell back, moaning deeply. I probed deeper, tucking my fingers upward, massaging her warm walls. Her movements were no longer her own, they were mine. My tongue and fingers controlled her jerking as I learned what she desired. Her opening widened, then closed hard and her legs began shaking. I did not stop as her back arched and she emitted a wonderfully delightful guttural sound. Her whole body shook, my hand flooded with her release, my tongue desperately trying to retain contact as she bucked in lust. Simply beautiful.

I slowed as Adeline did. I sent small surges through her every time I flicked my tongue. She started scooting away, laughing as I continued. "Damon, please stop," she said desperately, trying to push my head away from between her legs.

"Sensitive?" I asked with a devious grin. I wanted to tease Adeline some more, but thought it was drifting toward torture, so I stopped. I kept my fingers moving lovingly inside her. I enjoyed the heat I had generated. Pride filled me.

"Very," Adeline said with sated eyes. She pulled me onto the bed next to her. "That was wonderful and lovely," she told me as she began unbuttoning my shirt. My arousal was more than evident, screaming to be let loose. Strangely, my mind wasn't as anxious. I was satisfied with her pleasure, happy I was the cause of it. She helped me remove my shirt, kissing my lips, then the newly exposed skin. She undid my pants, sat up and removed them, my cock jumped to attention. She lay back down next to me again, her hand wrapped softly around my shaft.

"I have fears," Adeline said. Honesty was in her eyes. "I am scared I will hurt you one day. I don't think I could handle you hating me." I was saddened that she still thought herself cursed. I wished I could just reach into her and yank that idea out of her.

"I could never hate you," I said softly. Jessica flashed in my mind, I wondered if I felt something similar with her when we first met. I didn't want it to be a lie.

"It won't be on purpose," Adeline continued, "I want you to know I would never hurt you on purpose." I wanted it to stop. She was admitting defeat before battle was even envisioned. I pulled her lips to mine and tried to love the thoughts from her mind.

"For whatever may happen," I whispered in her ear, "I forgive you." I felt her smile form on my cheek. Her hand began stroking me and her lips nibbled on my neck. I sucked in my breath, not expecting the passion to continue.

"You're a fool, Damon Richardson," Adeline breathed, "my lovely, lovely fool." The feeling climbed quickly, her breathing so close to my ear, her soft hand and the love I felt. "I love you," she whispered. She was mine. Joy and passion exploded in me. What a lovely mess it was.