Second Time Around (Yvonne's Naughty Story Collection) (4 page)

“I want this inside me.”

“Erica.” He knew he shouldn’t.

Those green eyes peered up at him with barely restrained desire. “Please. I need you.”

Placing a hand between her legs the wetness from the soft folds dripped all over his fingers. She was more than ready. All rational thought retreated. Grabbing her ass, William lifted her off the ground and slammed into her.

Erica screamed and moaned encouragement as he stroked and pounded inside her. Her hands gripped his bare shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh.
A final scream rent the air as her body convulsed around him. William continued his assault until his own violent release was dragged from him.

Once the world stop
ped spinning, William kicked off his shoes and pants, scooping Erica into his arms. Her arms immediately entwined their way around his neck as he made his way upstairs to the bedroom. Erica surprised him again as she slid out of his arms and crawled on all fours until she sprawled out across the mattress. Her pure femininity was swallowed whole by the dark greens, burgundies and navy blues in the room. The king size bed seemed to engulf her.  Never in his life had desire and amusement warred inside. He took a moment to admire the sleek, porcelain skin of her naked back. It was then that he spotted it. The teal butterfly just above her butt crack. His lungs felt as if someone had sucked the air right out of them.

No
.

Forcing his limbs to move, he
carefully stretched out beside her on his side
. It can’t be her
.

He reached out a hand to touch the baseball sized tattoo.
William traced it with his finger, hoping that it was all a dream while at the same time wishing it was real. He needed to know if it was real or if he was imagining things. What was the likely hood that he had slept with two separate women with the exact same tattoo in the exact same spot on their body? “How long have you had the tattoo?” his whisper seemed loud in the silence of the bedroom.

“Si
nce I was sixteen.” Her voice was steady, emotionless.

William rolled
onto his back staring at the ceiling. The warm glow in his stomach solidified into pure lead. He knew that no excuse would ever take away the awkwardness of the situation. “It was you, at the early graduation party. Do you know how many nights I’ve relived that party?” The stark whiteness of the ceiling seemed to mirror the sudden bleakness in his heart. “I never knew your name. Samantha wouldn’t tell me. I had watched you for over an hour before I got up the nerve to approach you. The only thing I could think of was kissing you; trying to find out if you tasted as sweet as I imagined. Once my lips touched yours I was taken over by my stupid 18 year old hormones.” He paused, hoping she would say something and save him the embarrassment. But he was only met with silence. “I thought the whole shy thing was just an act. And then . . . when we got upstairs to the bedroom you told me you were a virgin. A real man would have stopped right there, but I was so hard for you and so out of my mind that I had to go through with it.” William took a deep breath, turned his head and caught her gaze. “I remember your butterfly tattoo because I kept kissing it. I wanted to kiss you other places but I wasn’t really sure what I was doing so I decided NOT to make a fool out of myself.”

“You . . .”

“I tried my best to make it good for you. I have always worried that I was too rough and had hurt you in some way. I wasn’t sure if that much blood was normal or not.”

“Why . . .”
she pulled the sheet up over her nakedness, “Why did you leave before I even woke up?”

Seeing her withdraw sent a knife into his heart.
The fact that she hadn’t addressed his concern over hurting her wasn’t lost on him either. “The next morning my buddies found us and hauled me out of the bed. They said you were underage and I could go to jail. I didn’t even have time to think before they had me half-dressed and in the car. I tried to go back to the house and find out who you were so that I could see you again. I didn’t want our one night together to be the last time I ever saw you. No one would talk to me. Not Tyler or his sister, Samantha. They knew who you were but they refused to tell me. ”

Erica let out a laugh. “They were protecting me.” She looked
away. “They even tried to get me to press charges saying I was raped.”

His heart stopped. Swallowing hard, he heard his voice crack, “Did I really hurt you? I swear if you had said no I would have stopped.”

Erica shook her head and smiled sadly. “You didn’t hurt me. Not really. From what I’ve heard it was a fairly average first time. But emotionally I was shattered. I thought you had just used me for sex and then thrown me away. At 16 you’re expecting the first time to be all love and romance. Guess Samantha’s protecting my identity did more harm than good.”

William pulled her
against him. “If I had known you were 16 then I probably wouldn’t have even tried to kiss you much less have sex with you. But, you should know that I have thought about you almost every day for the last twelve years.  I’ve wondered where you were; who you were with, if you were happy. And I’ve spent lots of lonely nights dreaming about kissing that butterfly tattoo again.”

“You’re so full of crap.” Her voice was weak.
“You expect me to believe that you remember that night? A night that was little more than a drunken release?”

“Would it help you to know that I came back after college looking for you and Samantha still refused to tell me who you were or where you were going to college? You can even ask her.”

“You did?
You’re not going to get all emotional on me are you?”

William could hear the weak humor in her voice. She was trying to change the subject.
“Nope. I’m a Landers man. We don’t get emotional over women.”

“Hmpf.
That’s a whole other discussion. I guess I should tell my parents thank you again for letting me get my butterfly tattoo.” Peeling back the blanket, she straddled William’s hips and grinned. Her mask was back in place. “Think you’re up for kissing the butterfly a few more times?”

Just enjoy it and follow her lead.
  “As long as I get to kiss a few pink parts while I’m at it.” He nipped at her breasts.

Erica moaned, “That sounds promising.”

William caressed her cheek, cherishing the moment. “Erica?” he whispered as she began nuzzling her cheek against his hand, “Erica?”

Her passion glazed eyes looked down at him. The lump in his throat grew painfully large. “I’m
so sorry.”

He watched a single tear slide down her cheek and
sat up to kiss it. The saltiness invaded his mouth.

“That wasn’t a pink part.” She scolded.

William smiled. Rolling her over onto her back he pinned her arms. “What about here?” he pressed his lips to hers. “Or here.”  His lips brushed her nipple causing it to harden and lengthen.  His tongue swirled around the tip causing her to arch her back. He trailed kisses down her soft belly. “Maybe I can kiss you here.”

Erica grabbed his shoulders. “Not yet. It’s too fast.” Normally he would have tried to convince her of the exquisite pleasure he was offering but there was something in her voice that made him kiss his way back up to her mouth.

“Another time?”

“Yes. But for now . . .” her hand slid down his chest to wrap around his most sensitive spot.  “I need this.”

William
hadn’t slept yet.  The clock on the nightstand read 3AM. His mind kept going back to their first night together. Closing his eyes he could still see a sixteen year old Erica leaning against the kitchen counter in his buddy’s white on white kitchen. The red sweater dress reached about mid-thigh and hung off of one shoulder. Her hair had been blond and brushed just below her shoulders. Every time he saw her she was laughing. Her smile reached something deep inside him. It was her sense of joy that had called to him then. Only the joy and her slender body had called to his baser needs and he had wanted nothing more than to see if her lips were as soft as he imagined; to discover that other places were just as heavenly as her laugh. ‘A Drunken Release’ Erica had called it. But he knew that the one drink he had consumed that night had nothing to do with their attraction. The familiar feeling of loss and regret ate at the hole in his heart.

But this is now
.  Rolling towards the beautiful woman in his bed he inhaled her scent trying to ignore the smell of sex on her skin and his shaft against her soft backside. Erica shifted in her sleep adding to the friction against his lower region. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he had her again, William began kissing her neck. Soon his hand was stroking her body. Having her back to him allowed his hand easy access to all of her sensitive hills and valleys.

Erica’s erotic dream took on the form of reality as she woke to William massaging her breast and nibbling her earlobe. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her backside. Wiggling her hips she heard William groan. “I thought you didn’t want to make me sore.” She teased.

“You’re just too hard to resist. Think you’re up for another round?”

Erica opened her legs, shifting so that his hard length slid deep into her wetness. “You tell me.”

William tightened using all of his willpower not to embarrass himself.

Erica was so turned on from the dreamlike foreplay and the feeling of power she quickly switched their positions, pushing William onto his back and straddling him. Before he could speak she slammed her wet core onto his waiting manhood. Erica let out a squeal, William let out a groan.

William didn’t think he could get more turned on than he was. Erica already had that “I’ve just been fucked.” look and to be inside of her tight, wet body with her looking like she was ready to conquer the world made him painfully hard. She began to rotate her hips in a circular motion, moving up and down. William couldn’t resist grabbing her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers, pinching them. He felt her climax building. His hands moved to caress her waist then her hips. Erica rode him faster and faster, crying out his name. Sweat drenched them both. “Oh, God William, come with me.” He lost it. The impassioned plea was more than he could take. His body tensed and jerked releasing into her body.  William spasmed again as he felt her muscles contract around him. He was sure the room was going black. Erica’s body convulsed several times causing spurts of ‘ohs’ and ahs’ to escape her mouth.

Once they could both breathe again, Erica lay down against his chest. “I want to stay here.”

William smiled. He knew what she meant. Erica wanted their bodies to stay connected as long as possible. He wasn’t about to make her move. The emotional connection that he had to her wouldn’t let him. He rubbed her hair and her back. Erica tried to snuggle closer to him. William placed a protective hand on her thigh.

Erica woke to sunlight streaming through the sheer white curtains and William’s lips on hers. She blinked a few times shaking away the remaining fuzziness of sleep.
No this isn’t a dream.

“How do you feel about kids?”
William stepped away from the bed.

He might as well have dumped a bucket of ice water on her head
. “What? Um, their great for other people.”  Erica sat up, holding the sheet to her naked breasts. It was then that she noticed William was already dressed in jeans and a white polo style shirt. He must have noticed her panic filled voice because he smiled.

“I wasn’t asking you to have my baby. I am taking my niece and nephew to the children’s museum and Centennial Park. I promised their parents a day off.”

Relief flooded over her. “Oh. Okay. If you’ll drop me at my apartment then you can be on your way.”

“I was sort of hoping you’d like to come with us. It’s just me and the kids.”

Erica made a quick change into a pair of jeans, black V-neck t-shirt and black sandals. William had told her they needed to pick the kids up in 20 minutes so she brushed her hair back into a ponytail and pulled on a white ball cap.

“Next time call if you’re going to be out all night.”  Serena tossed a banana at her.

“Yes, ma’am. Well if you don’t hear from me tonight you’ll know where I am.” She quickly peeled the fruit.

“Uh huh. And I’ll be dreaming about it with BOB.”

“Ewww. There is something creepy about that whole scenario.” Erica tossed the peel in the trash.

“So I should maybe dream about Hugh Jackman instead?”

Erica laughed. “Yeah, that sounds much healthier for both of us.”

“You said that you’re taking his niece and nephew out for the day? Isn’t that a little awkward?”

“I don’t feel awkward. Are you asking because we’ve only been on one date or because of my whole hysterectomy thing?”

Serena
squirmed, “Well, both really.”

“I’m sort of looking forward to it. All I was doing today was laundry. I can do that tomorrow. Spending the day with William sounds much better. If that means I help him babysit then I’m more than happy to. If I’m lucky maybe today will turn into spending the night so d
on’t wait up.”