Page 44 of Hello Darling
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Evan
“It’s not after seven yet,” she says coyly. “Still time to eatfoodbefore you enter the fasting phase.”
I’m still catching my breath, collapsed on the bed, on my back and covered in sweat. “I think we just burned about a thousand calories between the two of us.”
“Well, I do feel like I’m part of the team that’s whipping you into shape.”
“You’d better not do this for all your gym members.”
She pauses for a moment before sitting up and replying. “You are the first. Don’t let it go to your head.”
I tug at the sheet she’s holding loosely around her chest. She lets it fall, revealing her swollen breasts, skin all pink from so much sucking and friction. “Very little has been going to my head since you started mauling me, I assure you.” I reach out and rub my thumb back and forth across her left nipple, feeling it harden so quickly, despite her whispered protest.
“I did not maul you.”
I squeeze that gorgeous breast, and all I know is—I want to be a good host, but dinner will have to wait again because the only thing my mouth wants now is that nipple. I pull her to me and she sighs as she straddles my waist, lowering her torso so my tongue can do its dance on her body and make her moan and call out my name again. Everything else will have to wait until I’ve come inside this woman one more time.
It’s been just over an hour, and I’ve already had her ride my cock on the sofa, her tits bouncing gloriously before and against me, I’ve bent her over the back of the sofa and taken her from behind, holding onto her beautiful round hips while ramming into her. In bed, she brought my Dick Diver back to life by licking and sucking it until I spun her around on top of me so we could pleasure each other at the same time, and that was clearly the first timethathad ever happened to her, but she proceeded like a damn courtesan until we both came noisily and relentlessly in each others mouths.
Now I just want to be on top of her, to press myself inside of her and stay there for as long as I can.
She tears open a condom and rolls it onto me, like she’s carefully wrapping a gift for both of us. I’ve never been with a woman who seems to enjoy doing that quite so much. She squeezes round the base of my shaft with her fingers, slides her hand down to cup my balls, and Christ Almighty, this is by far the best first date I’ve ever had. I couldn’t have directed the scenes better, the way she both wanted me and resisted me so deliciously at the same time, and then opened up in a way that surpassed my expectations for tonight.
She makes herself comfortable against the pillows as I position myself above her. We’re already so comfortable with each other; it’s difficult to believe there was ever a time when we weren’t naked together like this. I hold myself up with one hand, drag the fingers of my right hand down my tongue—the taste of her on my skin—and wet them before placing them between her legs. Her eyes shut, then open again as she gives me a look, like: “yeah, that wasn’t necessary, but thanks.” She is always wet for me, it seems.
I slowly push my very hard cock through her entrance, holding my breath so I can hear the satisfying gasp she makes as I do, and keep pressing until I can go no further. Resting my upper body on my forearms either side of her, she grabs hold of my hands, and slowly rocks her hips to let me know that she’s ready for me to proceed.
She’s so tight and warm and wet and willing, it takes everything I’ve got not to explode five seconds after I’m inside of her. But I don’t. I lower myself down to kiss her, she sucks on my tongue and bites on my lower lip, and I pull away so I can angle myself up into her and make her cry out in surprise, “oh shit!” There is no pretense with her, she isn’t worrying about how she looks at any angle, she’s just a gorgeous woman who likes sex, it seems.
“You like how I’m fucking you,” I growl.
“Fuck yes,” she hisses. Her legs curl tighter around mine, her arms curl through mine to hold onto the back of my shoulders so she can push down on me while I thrust harder and harder. “You fuck those pretty starlets like this?”
Well, aren’t you just full of surprises…“Only you, darling. Only you get fucked like this.”
“Why?” she sighs, as she clings to me. “Why me?”
“Because…” My throat is so tight, it’s hard to talk, but all those voice lessons really come in handy. “Because you turn me on, Stella Starkey, and because you want me to fuck you, not some idea of me.”
“Yeah,” she says, her voice soft and girl-ish. “I do. I want you to fuck me harder.” Her hands grasp at my ass, as her legs enfold, tightening herself around me, and I grab onto the bed frame for support so I can do just that.
“At your service, madam,” I grunt, ramming into her, delighting in the little noises of pain and pleasure that escape her lips, somehow managing to hold onto my orgasm until after she calls out my name again, followed by a litany of expletives that would put any Scorcese or Tarantino film to shame, and it’s so fucking hot, I release so much of myself into the condom that it’s hard to believe there will ever be anything left of me.
But there is.
And it’s all hers.
So much so that it should scare me, but somehow it doesn’t.
And I know how much it scares her, but I will get her over it like it’s my second job.
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It’s after nine o’clock when we eat reheated Chinese takeaway food from their containers, naked in bed under the covers (which is the only way to eat Chinese takeaway food), famished and fully satisfied at the same time. In the morning, my sheets will smell of sex and Stella Starkey and Posh Spiced Rice with Diced Bangers.
“It’s a shame you ever have to wear clothes,” she says, her mouth full of rice and braised green beans and delightful filth.
