Unforgettable You (11 page)

Mind spinning, I reach between her legs. “Then you’re going to come before I take it.” I start flicking her clit and she lets out a scream. Three minutes later, she convulses, her whole body twitching, and I only let it go on for a few seconds. I’m in a hurry, dammit. This has never happened to me before, and I want to get to it. “Ready?”

“I have no idea how to be ready for this, so yeah, I guess so.” I press two fingers in again and she doesn’t make a sound. After a few minutes of working it, I press the head of my cock to her tiny sphincter. I start to work my way in and she calls out, “Oh, sonofabitch.” Once I’ve managed to get through the initial barrier, I hit the second ring of muscles, and that’s harder. She’s panting and groaning, but I press on, literally, until I feel my shaft glide on through. That draws an, “Oh, damn!” out of her.

I finally stop. “I’m all the way in, baby. You sure you want this?”

She doesn’t hesitate. “Yes. I absolutely do. Do it. I want to know what it’s like.”

“Okay, here we go.” It’s been at least a minute, so she should’ve gotten a chance to adjust to me a little. I draw back, then plow into her.

“Oh, shit! Oh. My. God. Damn.”

“You okay?”

“Oh, yeah. Fuck me.”

“I can stop if . . .”

“No, I meant that literally. Fuck me!”

Oh. She meant that literally. “Well, okay then, I’ll do that.”

I set about fucking her ass aggressively, and she’s crying out and screaming, but every time I ask, “Do you want me to stop?” she yells back, “Fuck no! Give it to me!” I’m not sure what she’s trying to do, but I’m wondering: Is this her anal version of ripping off a Band-Aid? I’m pretty sure it is. I try a couple of different angles and then just decide to go with whatever feels good to me because she’s making so much noise that I can’t gauge what she’s enjoying and what she’s not. It’s a fair assumption that if she’s not threatening to kill me, it must be okay.

She’s fallen to just moaning, and I’m getting so close, so damn close, and I want her to come with me, but I’m pretty sure she’s not going to. “Are you close, angel?”

“I have no idea,” she pants back, “but this is good.” That’s a shock; I thought she was just tolerating it at best. All of a sudden, she comes out with, “Ohhhh, gawwwwd, ohhhhhhh, STEFFEN!” I’m pretty sure she just ripped my sheets, and her face is buried in the mattress as her body stiffens and shakes. Well, then; that must’ve been okay. About that time, I turn loose, and next thing I know, we’re on our sides on the bed, my cock still buried in her ass.

And I manage a breathy, “What the hell?”

“God. Oh my god. Let’s do that again.”

Now I can’t help it; I start to laugh. “You’re going to have to work on your delivery, because I’m the most confused sonofabitch in the world right now. I thought you were hating this and then you just went crazy!”

“Would you
please
just wrap your arms around me, kiss the back of my neck, and be still and quiet for a second?” she growls out.

“Yeah, okay, arms, neck, quiet. Got it.” I do exactly as she said, um, asked, and we both get still and quiet.

I wake up about an hour later, soft but still inside her, and she rouses a little when I pull out and head to the bathroom. I drop the condom in the trash can and take a leak. When I come back, she’s rolled to face me. Even in the dim light, her eyes are bright as she looks back into mine. “You okay, baby?” I ask her, stroking her cheek.

“Yes. I’m excellent. You?”

I just grin. “I’m excellent too. You liked that?”

“I’ll like it better when I’m more accustomed to it, but yes, I did. What I liked most was that I was doing it with you.” She snuggles closer to me and whispers, “Steffen, I’m falling in love with you.”

“I’ve already been there and bought season tickets,” I whisper back.

“Good. I just wanted to know you’d be there with me.”

I smile into her hair. “Always.”

About halfway through work the next day, I get a text and have to grin.

I’ll be too late to do pizza this evening. BTW, I’m having trouble staying in one place because sitting is kind of uncomfortable. Is this normal?

So I text back.

Yes. Especially if you’ve never before been fucked in the ass by a cock as big as mine. Which you haven’t. Few have. Lucky you.

I can just hear her laughing through the text. In about ten minutes, I get another one.

There’s a conspicuous absence of your large cock in my asshole. Is this normal?

I’m shaking with silent laughter when I text her back.

Only for those who can handle a cock as large as mine up in them. And apparently you can. You’re doubly blessed.

The next one comes in a minute later.

Fuck you, Steffen.

I text back.

No, fuck you, Sheila. Hard. In the ass. Over and over.

And this is the reply I get two minutes later.

Okay. Talk to you later, baby.

I just smile as I text back. God, she’s amazing.

Yeah, angel, talk to you later. xoxoxoxoxoxo

Hers?

Mwah!

I send her a text that evening at eight.

Hey, are you still working or can you talk?

When I don’t hear anything, I try again.

Are you okay?

And I get this reply.

I’M TRYING TO DRIVE. I’m on my way. Just hang on.

Good. I’m pretty happy about that.

Ten minutes later, I hear her car alarm chirp and I go to the door and open it. She marches up the steps with two huge bags in her hands. When I give her a weird look, she says, “German food. Bratwursts, Reubens, all kinds of German food. I’m hungry.”

“Me too!” We unpack the sacks and boxes and get some plates. While she’s plating the food, I get some drinks and silverware. Food on the table, we sit down and take up forks. It’s absolutely delicious. I’m stunned and grateful.

I feel her hand on mine and I look up. There’s this sincerity there when she says, “You know, I didn’t even ask you if you wanted me here or if you were doing something else. That was really rude of me. I can go if you want.”

I’m sure my smile is sad when I look at her. “No. I don’t want you to go. There’s nothing I could be doing that would be more important than spending time with you.”

“Wow. Thanks. You just made my day.” She takes another big bite of the brat that she’s cut up.

“Thanks. You made my day by being here.” The Reuben is excellent, and I’ve got about half of one down. “What made you think of German food?”

“Because I was looking up your name on the internet today to see where it came from, and it’s German.”

“That’s because all of my grandparents were. They immigrated to this country when my parents were both small.”

“Both families?”

“Yup. Both families. But they didn’t wind up in the same neighborhood until my parents were in their teens. They started dating in high school and never dated anyone else. It was just the two of them until he died.”

“Oh my god.” Every ounce of sadness in the world seems to be on her face. “That’s so sweet and so sad.”

“Yeah.” I swallow hard. “We were close. He and I used to go to ball games all the time. I really miss him. So does my mom. Both of your parents still alive?”

“Yeah.”

Then I realize something. “You know, I have no idea how old you are. I know Trish is late forties, early fifties.”

“I’m forty-two.” She takes another big bite of schnitzel.

“I’m forty-five. And I think we both look damn good for our ages.”

“Me too.”

“Hey, want to go to the club tomorrow night?”

A big smile spreads across her face. “Yes! Let’s! I’d love that. I have some new stuff to wear too.”

I shoot her a look. “I’m your Dom. I should approve it before you wear it.”

“You’re my Dom?” She grins.

“Yes. I’m your Dom.” Then I level my gaze at her. “Don’t be a brat. I don’t want to have to spank you, but I will if it’s necessary.”

She shakes her head. “Wow. That would be a shame.”

“Yes, wouldn’t it?” I’m giving it my best effort as I try hard not to laugh, but it’s impossible to suppress it. “Do you have any idea how much fun you are?”

“In bed or out?” she smirks.

“Yes.”

“Awwwww, thanks! How sweet!” As she moves some food around on her plate, she says, “You’re getting a blow job tonight.” I drop my head and start to laugh. “What? What’s so funny?”

“You.” Our eyes meet and I hope she can see in mine all the feelings I have for her, bouncing around and careening off each other inside me. “The conversations we have are priceless. No one would believe some of them if I told them.”

“I know. So eat your dinner. You had one more sausage than I did, so I want yours to make up for it.” She grins and winks at me.

I’m laughing so hard that tears are almost rolling down my face. When I finally pull myself together enough to speak, I say, “I’d rather spend time with you than to do anything else on earth, no matter what we’re doing.”

Her smile is soft and shy. “I love you, Steffen. It’s like we were made to be together.”

“I know. It’s like we’ve always known each other.” I take another bite and realize she’s staring at me. “What?”

There’s a shrug followed by, “Oh, nothing,” as she picks up her fork and makes short work of the potato salad on her plate. I watch her and realize I’m the luckiest guy I know. Well, okay, maybe Clint’s got me beat, but not by much. This woman is amazing.

The clock catches my eye. “Damn! I’ve got to finish this and get it cleaned up. I want to watch the news. There was a big bank robbery this afternoon at a bank downtown and I want to see if they’ve caught the guy.” I’m gobbling up my food as fast as I can. The food is gone but before I can pick up my plate, she puts a hand on mine. “What?”

She tosses her head in the direction of the living room. “Go. I’ll clean up.”

“But are you sure you . . .”

“Go!” she demands and points toward the living room. I kiss her forehead and head that way.

They’re still talking about the robbery when she joins me on the sofa. “What happened?”

“Oh, some asshat walked into the Fidelity Bank and held them up at gunpoint. Didn’t hurt anybody, but they’re pretty sure it’s the same guy who robbed another one of their branches last week and a Citizens Savings Bank the week before.”

“At gunpoint?”

“Yeah. I don’t ever want any of my people exposed to that.” It worries me. Seems like our banks are the only local ones this guy hasn’t hit. “I’m calling my boss tomorrow to ask for more security at all our locations until this guy is caught.”

“Good idea.” Now they’re talking about some balloon launch in France, and Sheila drops to her knees in front of me. The care she’s putting into unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning and unzipping my pants is making me want her so much more; it’s like torture, a sweet torture. God, those pouty pink lips and big blue eyes are so fucking gorgeous and unbelievably sexy. Her small, soft hands around my dick harden it until I hurt, and she starts pumping up and down slowly, dragging out every movement. “You’re so hard, baby. Aching?”

I drop my head onto the back of the sofa. “Um-hum. Throbbing.”

“Dark too. Look at that. So big and hard.” She nibbles at the tip, runs her tongue into the slit, nibbles all the way down one side, around and underneath the base, and then up the other side. I know I’m moaning out loud, but I don’t care. It’s too damn good not to.

“Babe, take me in your mouth. Please. I can’t stand it anymore.” I see those luscious lips open wide and then my cock vanishes into her throat. It’s a beautiful sight, my manhood buried in that heat, her tongue trailing up and down its length. “You ever had your face fucked?” She nods. “Tolerate it?” There’s the sensation of her grinning around my shaft, and she nods again. “Then that’s what I’m about to do. I’ll let you work for a little while, but then I’m taking over.” She works it, letting her lips slide down, down, down, until I feel the head of my cock hit the back of her throat and her lips almost seat themselves at its base. Boy oh boy, this woman knows what she’s doing.

My takeover never happens. I just get lost in what she’s doing, how it feels, how she looks, and I know my eyes must be glazed over, but I really don’t care. It’s like magic, watching my dick disappear and reappear like a cuckoo in a clock, her eyes watering and nose running as she takes it down again and again, never stopping more than a few seconds. I realize I’m gripping the piping on the edges of the sofa cushions with my hands, and I start to shake all over. She’s got me, controlling me, owning me with that rosy mouth of hers, and I’m trying so hard to keep from coming, trying to make it last, and I don’t know how long I can. “Sweet lord, baby, you’re tormenting me, know that? It’s torture, girl.”

What she does next surprises me. As she keeps up the steady rhythm, she stands and works while she’s bent over. I’m trying to figure out what she’s doing, and then it’s clear: She’s undressing. That’s a neat trick. She’s got on a blouse that buttons up the front – how convenient. When she’s completely bare, she reaches for the waistband of my pants and I raise my ass up just enough for her to pull them down. In the meantime, I yank my tee shirt over my head and try to throw it on the floor, but she grabs it instead.