The Men of CLE-FD updated (15 page)

Her feathery touch became demanding after a while.  She pulled at his shirt and the belt buckle of his pants.  He lifted his head slowly, languorously, to smile into her eyes that were set afire with unbridled intensity.  “Are you ready for me?” he murmured low in his throat.

She replied by ditching the remainder of her clothing but her panties.  He did a slow strip tease removing his shirt and then his jeans leaving on the jockeys.  She sat up resting her upper body on her elbows to watch him.  No longer able to withstand the pressure, she crawled to him on her hands and knees lingering in front of him to kiss his chest.  He took in a deep breath with the first searing touch of her lips to his skin.  Tenderly, she outlined his nipple with her tongue.

His shallow breathing picked up a notch as her hair tickled his chest as she moved down his body planting kisses to spread spasms of fire across his body.  She reached the waistband of his pants and stopped.  Her hand brushed against the bulge protruding through his jockeys.  She cupped him with her hand, moving her lips over the cotton material.

He thought he’d died and went to heaven.  No woman he’d ever been with gave head without him orally pleasuring her first.  Her tender fingers eased his jockeys around his alethic hips and thick thighs.  He sprang forth and saw apprehension fill her eyes.  He was well-endowed and women rarely recovered within minutes.

This woman was different.  The initial anxiety she exhibited at first sight of his size did not stick around as she kissed the massive head of his manhood following with flicks of her tongue.  He thought he would implode on contact from the sensation and wanted to be inside her for that.  Her tongue traced the full length of his rock-hard penis sending waves down his spine.

His head went back gasping for air to fill his lungs when her hand gave a gentle squeeze to the heavy sacs.  This was not happening.  She was not about to provide the ultimate form of seduction a woman bestowed upon man.  His gaze dropped to her mouth, slick with moisture as the head of his manhood disappeared inside her mouth.

He palmed the top of her head with one hand piloting her movements.  If she moved too fast, he would lose it too soon.  “Oh baby,” crept from his throat.  Her mouth was warm, wet, and stretched wide to fit him.

Unable to withstand the pressure of her tantalizing tongue and sweet comb of her teeth across his tender flesh, he freed himself from her mouth dropping to his knees to be face to face with her.  Months of celibacy had him cocked and ready to shoot.  He wasn’t going to release his pleasure before her.  It had been a rule of his to make sure his lady first enjoy sexual release and then him.

She ran her hands across his hard muscled chest.  Her fingernails traced the flat buds of his nipples, down his defined abs and flat stomach.  He moaned when her head rose to kiss his thick neck, throat, and chin.

The lights went off as a crack of thunder shook the foundation of the house.  Neither of them reacted to the storm outside.  The lustful storm brewing inside was more electrifying.

She continued the feather-like kisses, tickling his stomach with her tongue then playing with his protruding bellybutton.  He smoothed his hands across the small of her back tracing the outline of her hips, drawing his middle finger up the crease of her spine.  She lifted to her knees facing him, nipping at his lips, kissing each of his eyes.

His hand eased down her stomach until reaching the white lace panties soaked with her wetness.  He whispered against her neck.  “I want to taste you.”

She looked at him with sexual haze covering her eyes.  “I’m all yours,” she said lying on her back spreading open for him.

He smiled wickedly as her hips gyrated for him to take her most precious gift.  He lay between those perfect legs God created.  Working his tongue along her inner thigh, he tasted the sweetness of her skin.  The quivering of her thigh muscles against his face told her story.  She was yearning for him as much as he wanted her.

Her back arched from the floor when his finger slicked against her folds.  His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head as he licked his tongue from the bottom up.  The direction he would lick an ice cream sandwich and savor the velvety cream melting on his tongue.

The skin on her flat stomach became damp under his hand.  Her mumbled rambles were incoherent to his ears.  What he did hear was the sharp intake of breath as his tongue claimed the fleshy taut nub of her womanhood.

Her finger clutched the tarp.  The muscles of her thighs squeezed the sides of his head as he assaulted her with his tongue.  He levitated her from the floor when he plunged his tongue deep inside her hot core.

His manhood ached painfully as she called his name in sheer pleasure.  Her body jerked and twitched reaching an explosive orgasm.  He darted a finger inside her wetness drawing out her orgasm, watching her bite her lip and squeezing tears of bliss from her eyes.

As the waves subsided and her body and breathing relaxed, she opened her eyes and looked at him woozily.  “That was the freaking amazing.”

He dipped two fingers into her drenched channel then held her gaze as he licked her juices one finger at a time.  She tasted sweet and delicious just as he imagined.

Her eyes flared as she watched him lick the essence of her from his fingers.  “Please, make love to me.  Don’t make me beg.”

“
I’m not about making women beg,” he smiled sheepishly and reached for his jeans lying on the floor nearby.  Fishing through his wallet, he dragged a hand over his face.
 

“
Orlando, don’t tell me you don’t have any protection.”
 

“
Dammit, I must have taken them out.”
 

“
Wait, I have some,” she said getting off the floor.  She dug inside her purse for the stash Lincoln had given her.  Resuming her position on the floor, she opened her palm to him.  “Will these suffice?”
 

“
You are something else, woman,” he said taking her in his arms to kiss her.
 

She cupped his fullness between her hands massaging lightly.  She didn’t have to work to arouse him since he was already fully aroused.  “Then don’t make me wait.  We’ve played cat and mouse too long.  I’m ready to be caught.”

He tore the wrapper to apply a condom, lowering his body atop her.  She winced as his weight settled.  Supporting himself on his arms, he kissed her nose.  “Want to move this to the bedroom?”

Her hands immediately began to stroke his back and the firm mounds of his buttocks.  Lifting her hips, she shook her head.  “No.  We will go there to sleep for the night.  I want you here and now.”

His eyebrow arched watching her breasts rise and fall beneath him.  “Stay for the night?”

Breathlessly and annoyed he delayed her pleasure, she stopped moving. “Yes. You will stay the night or else we can stop this now.”

Catching the undercurrent of her voice, he cocked a smile.  “I don’t have a problem with staying the night.”  Clarifying his status for the night, he lowered his body to cover her completely.

 She kissed his neck and shoulders and obeyed the command of his hands to bend her legs.  He attempted to slide his engorged penis inside her tight womanhood without hurting her.  He repeated the penetrations until fully embedded.
 

“
Oh, Orlando, yes,” she moaned into the base of his neck.
 

He slowed his gyrations to give her a minute to get used to the invasion of his manhood.  The tightness of her body resisted his shallow thrusting causing him to readjust and tilt her pelvis upward to meet him.  He inched slowly until her vaginal muscles molded around him letting him begin a rhythm of slow-paced thrusting.

He lifted to rest his weight on his forearms and sucked a nipple into his mouth.  She arched her back upward breathing heavy when he began to thrust harder.  He felt her long fingernails digging into his shoulder blades as he rode her.

He glanced at her face.  Her lips were tight and her eyes shut.  Her frail body was taking a pounding from him and the hard floor being the cushion for her back.

Without warning, he withdrew.  He dragged over one of the two aluminum chairs sitting in the living room.  He lifted her from the floor bending her over the chair.  Coming behind her, he spread her legs to enter from behind.

Her head dropped to the cold metal seat of the chair.  Her hands braced against the back to help keep her upright against his hard thrusting.  His large hands massaged her soft buttocks, as he pumped harder and deeper.  She couldn’t smother the loud moans escaping her throat.

He held her hips watching his large penis appear and disappear inside her moist womanhood.  Whimpers of her cries rang in his ears as her butt slapped against his thighs rhythmically.  He knew he was using too much force but could not stop the train wreck once it got in motion. 

He had no idea being celibate would make him lose his mind once he got the cookie again.  Her body felt good.  Her tightness, the sound of her slick flesh rubbing against the condom drove him nuts.  He wanted to rip it off and feel her flesh and juices pool around him.

His leaned over her, reaching a hand around her hips to finger her engorged nub.  Her hand banged on the chair as she began to shake, twist, and grunt loudly under him.

Orlando whispered in her ear.  “Hold it baby.  I’m not ready for you to come yet.”

“
I can’t,” she screamed knuckling her fingers around the edge of the chair.
 

He continued to thrust hard and deep as her vaginal muscles clenched his penis in a vice-like spasm as she exploded.  He switched positions, laying her on the floor, climbing on top of her not letting her recover.  She released wail as he pushed into her filling her completely.

She locked her legs around his waist, keeping him deep in place as he slammed his hips against her pelvic bones, taking no mercy on her body.  His heavy sacs tightened with each deep thrust.

Her thrashing under him caused his orgasm to build painfully.  Releasing a powerful guttural moan, oxygen drained from his lungs as he spilled his seed.  He was still pumping into her when he looked down at her experiencing another orgasm.  He pumped until she stopped moving and lay exhausted under him.

His heart beat rapidly against her chest as he collapsed on top of her.  His mouth was dry and throat scratchy as sandpaper.  His arms stretched above her head, as he lay spent and sweating.

Orlando felt her legs loosen from around his waist and fall to the floor.  Her arms also slipped from his shoulders to rest at her sides.  He let his head rested to the side of her head. 

With his mouth near her ear, he said in a husky low voice.  “Damn, girl, you made me lose control.”  He closed his eyes exhausted.  If he didn’t move, he would fall asleep.  He opened his eyes when she released an uncomfortable moan.  Lifting his hips, he withdrew from her body and rolled to the side of her.  She rubbed her chest sucking air into her lungs. 

Orlando had done the unexpected and crushed her tiny body with his one hundred eighty-five pound frame.  He bent his leg at the knee and rested an arm behind his head looking up at the dark ceiling.  This was the hardest part of having sex, the afterward.  Couples in love would bask in the afterglow of lovemaking.

They weren’t in love or a couple. 
What comes next when you have violated the friendship rule?
  He had to think of something to say, the silence was deafening, awkward and the floor was hard as hell against his back.  “I didn’t mean to crush you.  Are you okay?”

Regan rolled over to rest her head on his chest and snuggled her arm across his waist.  “I’m fine.  I’m more durable than I look.”

He caressed her arm lightly with his fingertips.  “Regan, I didn’t plan this to happen.”

She chuckled sweetly and with soft, loving strokes ran her hand down the side of his face.  “I know you didn’t and I’m not regretting it.  Are you?”

“
Hell no.  We’re consenting adults with no one to answer to,” he said thankful the room was dark and she would not see his worried expression.  Regan was the most beautiful woman in the world to him both inside and out.  She possessed everything he wanted in a woman, strength, independence, and intelligence.  He licked his parched lips wondering how he could stop himself from falling in love with this giving, compassionate, sensual woman.
 

“
Orlando, are you asleep?  You got quiet.”
 

“
Nah, I’m awake.  Why don’t you go shower.  I’ll get some flashlights from the car,” he said untangling her from around his body and sitting up.
 

“
That sounds wonderful.  When I’m done, I’ll heat the food.  You gave me quite an appetite.”
 

He patted his stomach.  “Yeah, I’m hungry too.”

Chapter Seven

They sat on the floor eating quietly.  The only light in the room came from the flashlights Orlando had set up.  Regan studied his face.  He look as if he was worried.  She put the spoon in her empty bowl and unfolded her legs leaning back.  Her body ached and throbbed when she thought about the mind-blowing sex she’d just had.

Mark had never caused her to achieve an orgasm to make her breathless.  She now understood why women tested the water before marriage.  If she had known Orlando or had an opportunity to sleep with him before marriage, Mark and she would never been an item.

She crossed her feet rocking them back and forth.  If the pain shooting up her legs were an indication how her body would feel in the morning, it was worth it.  She couldn’t stop smiling but wished Orlando would say something.  She wondered what was so heavy on his mind.

Regan broke the silence.  “I think the rain stopped.  I wonder when the power will be restored.”

“I don’t know; probably won’t be much longer.  I should have brought my scanner from home so we could hear what is going on in the city.  Storms like this are a busy night at the firehouse.  We respond to a lot of vehicle accidents or structure fires caused by people being careless with burning candles.”

“Orlando, do you ever leave work, at work?”