Page 42 of Falling for the Unexpected

I almost laughed at her huffy frown. “Why do you keep stopping, Kyle?”

“How much did you have to drink tonight?” I asked.

“Only two the whole night. I really don’t like to drink,” she answered, arching her body again. I believed her. She had definitely not shown any signs of being intoxicated.

“I want to make sure you aren’t drunk,” I explained to her, being the good, honorable lawyer that I was. “I want this, but I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Kyle, I want this just as badly as you do. Please don’t stop again,” she whispered.

With that, all of my resolve was gone and I pulled her over to one of the lounge chairs. Sitting down, I directed her to straddle me, which caused her dress to ride up a bit on her hips. I could feel the heat between her legs, which just spurred me on.

We continued to kiss with my hands roving up and down her back, sides, and smooth legs. When she started unbuttoning my shirt I knew she was ready to move this forward. Following her lead, I pushed the shoulder straps of her dress down her arms revealing her black, lacy bra. It was strapless and presented her large breasts right in front of my face. I bent my head down and placed gentle kisses along the top of her amazing tits.

Her soft moans continued to turn me on so I unhooked her bra, throwing it aside so that she was exposed to me. Her nipples were a dark rose color and hard. Taking one in my mouth I sucked on it roughly, making her throw her head back in ecstasy.

While I was focused on her breasts, she started grinding down on my cock that was trying to make his presence known. I brought one hand down to reach between her legs, trying to supply the friction she was desperately seeking. As soon as my fingers touched her silk panties I could tell she how aroused she was. Moving them to the side, I started rubbing my fingers through her wetness.

“Oh, Kyle, that feels so good, but I need more,” she said breathlessly.

Listening to her command, I gently pushed two fingers inside her, using my thumb to rub her clit. Balancing herself with her hands behind my head, and her feet on the ground, she started riding my fingers. Watching her use my hand to bring her to orgasm was making me hard as granite. I just wanted to see her come before sinking myself inside her. I could feel her pussy grip my fingers as her body started to convulse. She nearly collapsed onto me, but caught herself with her hands on my shoulders, and our gazes locked. Every time we looked into each other’s eyes, I felt a connection to her that took my breath away. The first time we’d ever met, our gazes had met like this. Back then, she’d been off limits, but she’d always stayed on my mind.

“That was amazing,” she said, her voice hoarse and her breathing still fast. She closed her eyes, coming off the euphoric high she had just been on.

When she came back down, she moved her hands to my pants and started to unbuckle them. Slowly pulling the zipper down, I didn’t know how much more of her teasing I could take.

“You’re killing me here, babe,” I said as I lifted my hips so she could push both my pants and boxers down. I heard her gasp when she first caught sight of my dick… and what an ego boost that was.

Her small fingers reached out and wrapped around my hard length. She shuffled backwards and placed her knees between my thighs. With a one last quick glance up at my face she lowered her head and licked the drop of pre-come off my tip. That earned her a deep groan as I tried to keep my hands fisted at my side. I wanted her to lead this, take things at her own pace. After a couple more strokes with her hand, she placed her lips around my cock and went all the way down ‘til I felt myself hit the back of her throat.

“Holy shit, Simone!” I exclaimed as she came back up off me. She seemed pleased with the torture she was putting me through, and she went back down my length and then started sucking me off with just the right pressure and rhythm. It only took a couple minutes before I felt like I was going to shoot my load. Not wanting to finish in her mouth, I pulled her up off of me.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come,” I gritted out, my whole body tight.

“Isn’t that the point?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Tonight, I don’t want to do that until I’m deep inside you,” I told her, making her blush a deep crimson. But I could see the eagerness in her eyes, her need obvious as she pulled her dress off, along with her panties.

Kicking off my pants the rest of the way, along with my shoes, I gently flipped her over so she was lying on her back on the chair. Right now, I was grateful I had spent the money to buy the most comfortable loungers I could find. Lifting up my pants, I rummaged in the pocket so I could grab my wallet. It had been awhile since I’d hooked up with anyone—not since Simone asked for help with her divorce—but I always made sure to have a condom with me. I never fucked anyone without one.

I placed the wrapper between my teeth and maneuvered so I was kneeling between her spread legs. That gave me a clear view of her pussy. Even though it was dark out I could see her glistening in the moonlight. I ripped the wrapper open and rolled the latex down my shaft.

Lining my cock up with her entrance I bent down and kissed her as I pushed my way deep inside her, touching as much of her body as I could. I had to pause for a moment though. She was so tight that I was worried about embarrassing myself and coming instantly. Swallowing her screams of pleasure, I kept kissing her as I thrust in and out. I moved my hand down so I could press on that special spot again to make sure she came a second time.

“I’m going to need you to come for me, Simone,” I whispered in her ear, and I felt her detonate instantly.

I pumped into her a couple more times and then my release overwhelmed all my senses. I lay on top of her for a few moments, just trying to catch my breath. Once I felt like I could move without passing out, I pushed up and looked down to see a contented smile plastered across her face.

“Babe, that was the hottest thing ever,” I told her, not able to remember a time sex ever came close to feeling this good.

“I’d have to agree,” she told me, just as out of breath as I was.

“We should probably get cleaned up. Want to join me in my shower?” I asked. Hoping I could convince her to continue this party for two in my bed later on.

We both got up to retrieve our clothes and put them back on. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she said, adjusting her dress, “anyone in the house could see us together. I think I’m going to head to my room.”

Of course she was right; however, it stung a little bit that she was willing to part ways so quickly.

“Ok, sounds good,” I said, bending down to place one more kiss on her lips. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

We both made our way back downstairs and into our separate rooms. She seemed to have no problem treating this as a one-time deal. Wasn’t that… a good thing? It’s what I used to like about the women I dated—a few good days and nights and then no hard feelings.

As I got into bed, alone, I had this heavy feeling sitting right in the middle of my chest. Truth was, I didn’t like that my time with Simone had been so brief, and that by tomorrow, she might not think twice about our night together. I knew it was all I’d be thinking about. I’d had just a taste and I wanted more.

But what if once was enough for her?

Where the hell did that leave us now?