Page 20 of Dark Secret

I’d let my hand reach out until I found her ass, and I'd slid my hand down between her thighs. She was rather pale, but I’d liked her that way. My hand slid down her silky thigh and found dampness well before I’d reached her center. She was soaking wet and ready for my fingers.

“What were you dreaming about that got you so hot, Stephanie?” Which was a stupid thing to do because she had to let my dick go to answer me.

“That man last night, and his woman. They were hot.” She went right back after her quick, unembellished answer.

Mm, my little sex fiend had a sex dream, did she? I’d wanted to know more about it, so I’d pulled her off of my dick and pulled her around to straddle me, with her face right above mine. “Tell me.”

“I, mmm, wait.” She’d stopped talking as she’d sank down onto me and shifted around to find just the right spot. When she’d found it, she sighed and started to rock on me. “I was with all of you, in this big ole bed.”

I had to agree, this was a big bed. I looked around the room, decorated in white and noted for the first time just how much white there was. White walls, white furniture in the form of a wicker chair and a painted white cabinet. Even the end tables were white, as was the small desk in one corner. Everything was white. I took notice of all this because I was trying to distract myself.

Stephanie’s tight, wet pussy straight after her mouth, was always too much to take. I’d have come right away if I didn’t distract myself. Maybe it had been stupid to ask her about her dream, because now that her mouth was free she’d elaborated on it.

“I was taking turns with you. He’d fuck me, and then you would, and then you’d fuck her, and then he’d fuck me, and it was just this sort of, well, train, I guess. I don’t know, but it was all night long, and when I woke up, I had to taste you. I had to have you, so I thought that would be the best way to wake you up.”

“Mm, yes, so it was.” I pulled her down and sucked at a nipple until it was hard and stiff, then did the same to the other one. I felt her walls clench around me, and let my right hand fall down to where her slick body joined mine. I found her clit swiftly, and started a pace that would have her in space in no time.

I watched her, and that made it hard to stay in control all over again. She gave herself up completely when she fucked; there was no part of herself that she held back, and it made the whole thing even more erotic. Watching women get off had always been a thing for me. Some men like to watch women’s asses move, or their breasts; they liked to watch other men getting off on women, for some reason I’d never quite understood, but for me, it had been watching women get off.

Stephanie did it beautifully. The way her face softened, every squint of her eyes, and the way she parted her lips was a work of art that burned into my brain. Watching a woman come was amazing, but Stephanie made it more than that. She made it an experience that you couldn’t resist.

Even now, just watching her expressions as she moved on me, and fuck, she moved just, was something to watch. She pushed herself up as she grew closer to that final moment, and I watched her breasts dance for a moment. Now that was beautiful, I wouldn’t deny that. I glanced down to watch her slim waist move and saw the place where we were joined. That was something else, incredible, but her face always drew my eyes. Even when I could watch myself slide into her, I’d still rather watch her face.

She gave a gasp, the right kind of gasp, the kind that said I wouldn’t have to hold on for much longer, and I pressed into her clit just a little harder. Just enough to make it more enjoyable for her, to change it just enough, and she arched her back on me. Mmm, I thought, as her tight nipples pushed into the air, now that was a beautiful picture.

I pulled her down to me, to watch her face as she came apart on top of me. I couldn’t hold back anymore, not when her open mouth hissed out a breath of a scream. She was trying to hold back because we were in the bed and breakfast. Still, her face said it all, and when she squeezed around me one last time, I let myself go.

I held her to me, tight, so close, and let myself empty into her. I breathed in her smell, and it took me to a brand new place, one that only she could take me to.

She slumped down on me, and I held her in my arms. We shivered together for a moment, and then we were both still. It was done now, but we both knew the passion, the need for each other, was never far away. I kissed her softly on the back of her head and just held her.

This was something else that I’d only ever done with her. Only she had ever made it feel good. Like it was the right thing to do. Her legs were still straddled over me, but her torso clung to mine, her arms were around my neck, and I knew this closeness was something else she craved. I knew that because I did too.

“God, you feel so good, Stephanie.” I turned her over and looked down into those fascinating gray eyes of her. They held so many secrets, but so much delight.

“You feel good, too, Dylan.” She smiled a happy smile. “I need to go to the bathroom. Let me up.”

We both laughed, and she got up to put on a robe. The sun was just breaking into day, and it was early. Good. We had all day to traipse around New Orleans then. We ate breakfast with the owner. Hot buttermilk biscuits with sausage gravy, bacon, and eggs, all made by the owner. Served with a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice, it was the perfect breakfast to keep us going on another day of walking.

She gave us some advice on places to visit, and it wasn’t long before we were out all over again. Around an hour later we stopped on a park bench and sat under a huge old oak tree. We watched people going back and forth, and a man came by selling balloons. I got him to come over and bought two pink balloons from him and gave them to Stephanie.

“What are these for?” she asked with a laugh.

“I don’t know, I just wanted to buy you something silly.” I pushed her hair back from her face and looked into her eyes. “I’m really glad we came down here.”

“I am too. It’s been so incredible.” She looked out at the scene around us and smiled. People walked all over the place, cars drove by, and voices from all over the country could be heard. Some even sounded like maybe they weren’t from America. People from all over the world came here.

I’d been here before, but I’d always been alone. It was a totally different place when you were with someone who mattered. I backed away from that thought because I didn’t want to examine how much Stephanie meant to me. Not right now.

“Come on, let’s go look at that shop with the weird dolls. Those things looked scary.”

“Oh my God, if you want to, but yeah, those things are scary.” She stood with me, and we left the bench, headed toward the other street. I really wanted to get her away from the jewelry store, because as I’d sat there, I’d started to notice the engagement rings and wedding bands in the window. What was worse was, I’d wanted to go in and buy Stephanie a ring. That was scarier than any doll had ever thought about being.

Emily

I thought this man of mine might need therapy. Probably a thought that many women had before I ever came along. Countless women throughout generations had probably had the same idea that their man needed help that they couldn’t give them.

Mine wasn’t bad. He wasn’t mean, or evil, he didn’t brutalize me, and leave me doubting myself. He didn’t dominate me and make me feel like property, but he did leave me feeling hurt when he talked about contracts. He’d brought it up again the night before. We had four days left before I either had to agree to a contract or face heartache all over again.