Thigh High (12 page)

She leaned back on her elbows across the small square table so he could move down her body to her waist. The dress refused to move lower without some major readjustment, and he didn't want to give her time to think about what they were doing.

If her head cleared she'd probably slap him. So he palmed her calves, feeling the diamond pattern of her stockings under each hand. He raised her legs, settled himself square in her cradle.

He never moved this fast with women, but he'd wanted Kat for so long, he was crazy for her.

“Do me, Taye,” she panted. “Please! It's been so long.” Her legs drew up his back and a flash of the stockings slammed into him.

He pressed his hard-on against her wetness, the scent of her arousing him to fever pitch. But the table height was awkward and he wanted his first slide into her to be perfect.

Her need reached out to him as she moaned and arched against his cock. He knew only one remedy for this.

Only one.

T
aye crouched and widened Kat's cradle with his palms. A thin silver line of material bisected her pussy. A thong. A dripping, sliding strip of juicy material waited for him.

He curled his fingertips under the rubbery band at the top of each stocking and looked his fill. “You're beautiful,” he murmured. “Wet and pink.”

He let the beauty of the moment swirl between them as he rubbed his cheek against the soft abrasive netting of her stocking, feeling the heated softness of her thigh on the tip of his nose.

Her scent rose, aroused and needy. He released one stocking to palm her belly so she would hold still. Then, his blood racing, he set his closed mouth to her dripping lips.

She sighed at the light pressure, and her secrets popped open against his firm lips.

Then she stilled and let him scent her fully. Heaven.

He ran his chin from her entrance to her clit with a light pressure, so she'd feel the fine scraping of his bristles.

She shuddered and her clit popped out of its hood. “So pretty,” he murmured. “So wet.”

“If you don't finish me I'll die, right here on the table.” His shy neighbor retreated in the face of raging sexual need and he loved that finally they were communicating on the most primal level.

He chuckled and knew exactly how to take her where she needed to go. He lapped at her clitoris while he slid the silver thong out of the way. Plunging two fingers into her at once, he lay the flat of his tongue against her rubbery nub.

She rocked toward him, needing more. Throaty hums and light moans rained down on him. Enjoying her response, he rotated his fingers faster and faster, while she crooned and bucked against him.

“Fuck me! Taye!” she moaned and rocked her hips while he added a third finger and gently sucked her clit.

“Oh!…fuck, I'm coming!” She panted as an inner tremble rose. Moisture flooded his fingers. He plunged them in again and again while she came, holding her still while he worked her clit and deepest flesh.

His balls tightened to fiery as she crashed through another pinnacle.

In. In. In.

He wanted inside her. He wanted his flesh enveloped and the sweet inner clutch of her pussy swallowing him. He nearly popped his load as he eased away from her and slid his zipper open.

Blessed relief from his clothing soon turned to agony as she lifted her head and looked at him between the bracket of her knees. Her pussy dripped, her flesh scented the air and her lively eyes looked ready for more.

“Did you bring a condom?”

He raised his face to the ceiling. Crap! “No.”

“No worries,” she said as she swung her foot over his head and scrambled off the table. “I've got some here,” she said as she rounded the doorway into the hall. He followed and saw her bend over the case she'd brought in.

“You've got a great ass, Kat.” He palmed her, smoothing his hand across her high, round cheek.

She tilted higher, and he wrestled with the temptation of sliding his cock in to the hilt as she bent over. Another time.

She rose to full height and held up a plastic square in triumph. “Hot pink!” she said with a bawdy grin. Then she reached for his hand and led him upstairs.

 

This was the craziest thing Kat had ever done, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it. The half of her that wanted Taye more than any other man she'd ever met loved what was happening. The half that told her sex with a hot neighbor without a word of commitment between them was wrong kept up a steady stream of complaints.

But it wouldn't be fair to say thanks for the orgasm, I got mine, too bad for you, so she waved Taye into her bedroom, told her inner whiner to shut up for the hundredth time and followed him and his rock-hard cock into the room.

Her bodice hung to her waist, the strapless bra trapped in the folds of the drooping material. She plucked it out and dropped it without ceremony to the floor.

The man was in need. His cock strained and jutted dark purple and heavy.

She'd brought him to this with her wanton offering on the kitchen table. She palmed her hot cheeks at the vision that swam in front of her mind's eye.

Her with her legs up, him with his head between them, his mouth and fingers making her come like a wild woman. Her legs still wobbled at the knees.

Her belly did a flip and settled into a low burn deep inside. She wanted more! Needed more.

Heart hammering, she stepped up to him, then wrapped her hand around his shaft.

He jerked and dragged her closer. When he kissed her she tasted the combined salt of her pussy with the sweet taste of Taye. The combination aroused her while she used her other hand to try to undo the button of his opened fly.

Her hand shook so much he had to do it instead.

He stepped out of his cords and walked her backward to the bed. She stopped when she felt the mattress and raised the condom package to dangle between them.

With one deft move, and without looking, she tore open the foil and cheered inwardly at her panache. In a flourish she made it look easy, but three years of practice at parties had improved her skill.

She laughed when his eyes flared, and she fell backward to the soft mattress, legs wide. “Fill me, Taye. I need you.”

He growled and covered his cock with the electric pink rubber and set his knees on the bed. Eyes burning with focused need, Taye grabbed her ankles and set them on his shoulders. His wide, muscular shoulders.

She caught her breath as he began a slow slide down to her. Without stopping or adjusting, he pressed his heavy-headed cock to her entrance and just kept on sliding. Straight in, straight up, straight along her inner walls, spreading her wide, wider, widest with every inch.

Filled, stretched and completed, she moaned with the heaviness of him. “This is so good. Taye, you have to let me move.”

His jaw jumped with a tic as he pulled out a millimeter, then in again, and again, each time farther, harder, faster.

She surrendered to his rhythm and let him carry her over the edge. Her clit, sticky and plump, felt the tap, tap, tap of his rough possession, and each tap teased its way to her womb.

Nerve endings screamed trails that led up her spine and bloomed out of her chest. His mouth on her neck, near her ear, nibbled and kissed as he thrust into her again and again.

Tightening.

Tightening.

Tightening.

Arousal reached explosive, and she felt the tip over the edge begin. As she reached for her climax, his began with a shudder that took her up another notch.

If this was sex without commitment, then she needed more. With that thought being her last, sensation took over as she spiraled up into heaven with him.

He crooned into her ear and shuddered in her arms as she screamed with her come.

Spent, Taye rolled to her side, gathering her close. She snuggled in.

“Ready to sleep?” he asked.

“Not quite. You?”

“No.” He took two slow breaths. “Want me to leave?”

“Not unless you want to go.”

“No. This is good. You were fabulous.” He shifted. To give him the space he seemed to need, she rolled away. He got up silently and left to go to the bathroom.

Awkward thoughts of what to expect from him ricocheted through her mind. He might want to go home. She had no experience with one-night stands. Didn't know if staying the night was expected or even wanted.

Through the closed door she heard the water run and some muted splashing sounds. He was washing up.

Taye was a tidy man and a generous lover. Her pussy twitched as she thought back over three spectacular orgasms.

She'd never had multiples before, but then her ex was always in a hurry. She should have realized how speedy he was before she married him, but she had put it down to teenage hormones.

She stuck her hands behind her head and stretched lazily.

The distant scent of the coffee came up from the kitchen. She climbed out of bed and went downstairs to bring up a tray.

Even if he didn't want to stay for more sex, he might want to stay for coffee.

 

The bedroom was deserted when he walked back in, and he wondered if this was Kat's way of letting him know she preferred sleeping alone.

He knew so little of her, in spite of the scorching looks and many awkward conversations they'd shared. Meaningless conversations that had told him nothing.

This was new for him. Sex before knowledge.

Generally he liked the women he slept with. He knew them well enough to know what they liked to talk about. Sometimes he knew their siblings or they had mutual friends.

But Kat had hit him so hard that he'd been consumed by lust for her and hadn't been able to do much real conversing.

Now, he was at a loss what to say. Thanks for the great lay didn't seem right, especially when he already wanted more. More sex, more talk, more time.

More Kat.

The clatter of dishes alerted him, and he looked toward the landing at the top of the stairs. Kat, balancing a tray laden with the makings for coffee.

“Cookies too?” he asked as he moved to take the heavy tray from her hands. He set it on the bedside table.

She scrambled naked to the center of the bed and patted a spot in front of her. “Let me serve you,” she said, crossing her legs. He caught a glimpse of her shadowed pussy and thought of a great service she could perform.

He passed her the tray instead of making his suggestion. Plenty of time for that, he thought. Right now, she was offering him steaming coffee and chocolate chip cookies.

“Fabulous sex and delicious snacks. A good neighbor couldn't ask for more,” he said.

She laughed. And lifted the coffeepot off the tray so he wouldn't topple it when he climbed onto the mattress with her.

“So, how was your party tonight?”

“Profitable,” she replied as she poured cream into her mug. She added the coffee afterward so she wouldn't have to stir. “I forgot spoons.”

“I take mine black anyway.”

She made a check mark with her finger in the air. “Noted. He takes his coffee black.”

His balls caught fire as he studied her over his mug. Her breasts swayed with every movement; the taste of her on his tongue enticed him. The dark curls that hid her pussy looked damp and tasty. He wanted to slide his hand to her and spear a finger into her hole, so she could sit there and rotate into a shattering come.

He loved to swirl the softness of a woman's G-spot and watch her eyes lose focus as he stroked her there.

His cock stirred back to life as he thought of Kat swaying with each delicate swipe along her softest inner flesh.

“Mmm, delicious,” she said, but her eyes weren't on the cookie she'd bitten. They were on his rising rod.

His balls went tight as blood rushed to fill him out completely.

“So,” she said, “want to hear what I heard tonight?” The grin on her lips said saucy, sexy and fun.

“What?”

“Several differing opinions on cunnilingus.”

“When you say differing, do you mean there are women who don't like it?”

She giggled and covered her mouth. “Please, I was trying to swallow. No! I didn't mean there are women who don't like their pussy licked. I meant techniques.”

“Did I do something wrong? Because if I did I'd be happy to give it another try.” He deadpanned his features. “I mean if you want to give me instructions, I'm more than willing to learn.”

Her nipples peaked into pearls as she pretended to consider his offer. “I'm thinking this would be a win–win situation for us both.”

“Indeed.” He sipped his coffee, found it deliciously spiced with a hint of cinnamon. He made a check mark in the air with his finger, the way she had. “Known. Kat makes great coffee.”

She looked pleased that he'd share her game.

“About those differing opinions,” he led.

“Some women like the deep pointed tongue spear, others like the kind of thing you did.”

“I'm not sure I have a technique. I love muff and want it all over my lips and chin. Yours in particular,” he added. He made a show of licking his lips.

She stilled, and some of the humor fell under the rising heat in her gaze.

“Tell me what you liked, Kat. I need to know so I can do it again.”

He thought he heard a tiny whimper she tried to cover by taking a sip from her mug. He waited patiently, then cocked an eyebrow at her when she swallowed.

“You, uh, did something on my clit with your tongue I think.”

“Yes?”

“You pressed your tongue on me and let me roll my clit across it. But you used your chin too. I remember the incredible sensation of your bristles gliding across my opening.”