One More Night

I smiled as I led Lyn into my house, turning the light on. We were greeted by an enthusiastic Bella running circles around our legs. I chuckled and leaned down, petting her and kissing her nose. “Go lay down, Bella,” I murmured, watching her scamper off before taking Lyn’s hand and pulling her into the kitchen. I walked over to the wine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Sherry, setting it down on the table. “Wanna open this for me?”

She smiled and took the bottle, opening it while I grabbed two wine glasses. I sat them down and took the bottle, pouring the wine in them. Overall, it had been a good night, I thought. I’d had a better time at dinner than I thought I would, which was great. And Lyn seemed to have had a good time too, which made me happy. I handed her a glass and took a sip of mine, sighing contently.

“You have a nice family,” she murmured.

I looked over at her and smiled. “Yeah, I do,” I mumbled. “Thanks.” I looked down at my glass and then back up at her. “You know, they really liked you. I think we pulled it off nicely.”

“It shouldn’t happen again,” she said very firmly, and void of any emotion.

I raised an eyebrow at her. “You didn’t have fun?” I asked.

“No, it’s not that . . . I had fun, I just . . . It can’t happen again, Matt.”

I frowned and sighed, looking down and shaking my head. “You’re right,” I muttered. “It shouldn’t happen again.”

“I mean Matt…” She sighed. “We can’t have your family thinking we’re together…they’ll ask and…” she looked at me nervously.

I hated how scared she was of commitment. I sipped my wine, looking her up and down. She really did look stunning tonight. “I won’t have you do something like that again, okay?” So maybe I was lying slightly, but I was sure in the end, if everything worked out, she’d forgive me. I saw her expression change for a moment, maybe even disappointment? I had a little burst of hope, but in the end she nodded.

She got up and walked over, running her hand down my arm. “Matt,” she murmured.

I looked down at her, and was quickly met with a pair of plump lips against mine. I kissed her back, setting my glass down and reaching up, tangling my fingers into the hair on the back of her head. I pulled back and looked down at her, and the look in her eyes said she wanted to take me up on my earlier offer. I smiled and took her hand, pulling her upstairs. When we reached the bedroom, I pulled her inside and kicked the door shut, pressing her against it.

She stared up at me, not saying a word. She knew I knew what she liked. I pushed her hair off her shoulder and leaned down, pressing my lips against her neck, searching for that sweet spot that always drove her crazy. I smirked when she moaned softly, knowing I’d found it, and started to suck lightly on the skin there. My hands found their way to her hips, squeezing them and pulling her body flush against mine.

I reached behind, smoothly sliding down the zipper down the back of her dress. It slid down and once she’d stepped out of it I gently kicked it aside, hitching her up and pressing her against the door, making sure she felt my arousal. A little gasp came, and I smirked. She was now only in a thong, and I couldn’t help but lightly spank her. Her ass was perfect, and I loved making it red. We hadn’t done too much kinky stuff, but that was mostly because I knew she didn’t trust me. Someday.

I pulled away from the door, holding her up by both my hands on her ass and I gently lay her on the bed, smirking as I looked over her. She was physically perfect. I quickly shed my suit so I was only left in my boxers, and I crawled beside her, wrapping my arms around her waist. I moved on top of her, letting my hands run over her warm, silky smooth skin, my lips catching hers in a passionate kiss, which she quickly pulled away from. I ignored it, although it upset me, and kissed from her jaw down to her collarbone, sucking lightly down her shoulder and her chest. I captured one of her small pink nipples in my mouth and sucked gently on it, my fingers curling around the hem of her thong, tugging downward.

She lifted her hips up and I pulled them down her legs and off, tossing it behind me onto the floor with the rest of our clothes. The sweet, soft moans coming from her were enough to turn me on in itself, and it was even better when she began to run her hand over the crotch of my boxers. I let out a quiet moan and kissed down her soft, flat stomach, letting her hand move away from me before I went any further.

Spreading her legs, I pushed them up and kissed the insides of her thighs, looking down at her. Our eyes met for a split second before hers closed and she moaned again. She had to be the most beautiful girl I’d ever met or laid eyes on. She spread her legs a bit more, completely exposing herself to me. I kissed closer to her warmth and stopped once I had reached it, reaching up with one hand to start slowly rubbing her clit, allowing my tongue to run over her slit.

She moaned my name and I couldn’t help but smirk to myself, lapping up her juices and pulling away, licking over my lips. I wasn’t really in the mood for foreplay right now, but I figured I’d give her a little bit since she was always so kind about pleasuring me too. I crawled up and kissed her lips softly before slipping out of my boxers. I looked down into those gorgeous brown eyes, rubbing my tip up and down her slit until my head was covered in her juices. I could see the sexual frustration on her face, and I smirked when she begged for me to be inside her. Granting both of our wishes, I slipped inside her, and my eyes practically rolled back in my head from pleasure. She was so silky and wet and hot, the way she enveloped me satisfied me like no other girl did. She immediately clamped down on me, eliciting a groan from me. I started thrusting slowly, dipping my hips to hit her spot, and a little high pitched squeak came out of her when I hit it. I’d memorized this girl, every little spot that drove her crazy.

She gripped my short hair in her little fingers, pulling me into a passionate kiss. It wasn’t loving, gentle, just full of need and passion. I reached down and rubbed her little nub, wanting her to come a few times. If I could exhaust her, I could keep her for the night. It wasn’t long before she moaned out my name and I felt her clench hard and repeatedly around me. I pulled her closer, knowing she was much more open to physical contact after she’d had an orgasm. Our torsos were flush against each other, both of us sweaty and panting. I attached my lips to her neck as I sped up my thrusts, getting a few more loud moans out of her.

I decided to change positions, grabbing her legs and putting them together, pushing them up so her feet were by her head. I kept a hand around her small ankles, moaning at the increased tightness, knowing this would be wonderful for her as well, and it wasn’t long before I felt her come around me again. I was starting to get close, but I wanted her to have an amazing last orgasm. I leaned over her, making her hips come off the bed slightly, taking a nipple in my mouth, groaning as I flicked my tongue over her repeatedly. I heard her whimper, and I looked up at her, our eyes locking. She was so beautiful. She looked away, but I reached up with my free hand, turning her head so she was looking at me again. I wanted to come seeing the look in those beautiful eyes when she came. I pulled away from her nipple, growling. “Keep your eyes on me.”

I could tell by the way her body moved she was getting close, and it would be more intense than the other ones. “Wait until I tell you to come.” I whispered hoarsely in her ear, and I heard a whimper in response. I pulled away, looking down into her face, our eyes locked. Her lips were plump, her cheeks the perfect shade of pink. I could tell she was having trouble holding off her orgasm, and I reached down, pinching her clit hard and giving it a good pull, growling “Cum!” in her ear. She let out a scream, clamping down on me greedily, and I came, our eyes locked, making the orgasm stronger, and my seed coated her walls. After we rode out our orgasms, I collapsed beside her on the bed, not bothering to pull out, pulling her into my arms protectively, enveloping her. She didn’t fight it, and I knew she was tired, and wasn’t going to leave. I smiled. I always slept better with her beside me. Kissing her forehead, the both of us drifted to sleep.