I'm going to say that this little chapter was re-inspired by Tim's massive presence on twitter lately, the discussion of naked pics, and my xxxxxx goodnight. Just sayin'
He drove. The passing streetlights and flickering pools of illumination hypnotized him and he slipped into memory without conscious though.
There was no air. Each breath consisted purely of her and everything she was. Every sense was full of her, each cell in his body on fire for her.
A couch. Somewhere in this room he knew there was a couch but his vision was so clouded with the red haze of his heated arousal that reasoning out its location seemed like too much. He managed to pull away enough to reorient himself while Gillian worked frantically at his belt buckle. One careful step at a time he backed her up until her knees hit the edge of the sofa. She had managed to undo his belt and the buttons of his fly and one long fingered hand dipped eagerly into his pants while the other pushed them hurriedly downward.
She sat down on the couch and before he could even move to cover her body with his, her lips were on his cock, her tongue stroking him invitingly as she drew him inside. He hissed as her teeth scraped roughly at his flesh but thrust into her hard, feeling the muscles in the back of her throat close around him tightly as she gagged at his sudden advance. He savored the sweet sensation of oral possession for seconds only, before pulling out quickly and hauling her up into a standing position again. He put his mouth to hers and drove his tongue inside. Tasting himself on her lips only made his cock throb harder.
Gillian was pushing at his shirt in an attempt to reach more of his skin and he reluctantly removed himself from her lips to drag it over his head. He had much less patience for her clothing. Not even bothering with the buttons he tugged at the fabric of her blouse and felt the satisfying give as the fragile fabric tore beneath his fingers. He pushed the remnants of the garment forcefully down her shoulders and, as she took a moment to free herself from it completely, buried his face between her breasts.
He knew he was being rough but her breasts were the perfect combination of firm and soft and their weight in his palm was a fast addiction he didn't want to be free of. From the way her nails dug into his scalp and the harsh rasp of her breathing it didn't seem as though she minded his crude touch. When he clamped down on her nipple with his teeth through the lace of her bra she convulsed against him.
As if coming to her senses momentarily she gasped and pushed him away suddenly. Her eyes took a moment to focus as she ran a trembling hand over her breast. Her eyes were wide and her chest heaved with each breath as she stared at him, her eyes softening slightly as she gazed across the small distance between them. She opened her mouth as if to say something but he moved his hand to his cock, pumping gently as whatever she had been about to say turned into a sharp gasp. She pressed her thighs together with a soft moan and moved her hand over her breast.
There was no more holding back. The moment of question had been lost to the heat of their passion. With rough hands he pushed up her skirt gripping her beneath her buttocks as he pulled her up against his body, lifting her onto her toes as he inserted himself between her thighs. He deposited her on the couch and quickly covered her. He pressed her long leg upwards and draped it over the back of the couch. The scent of her as she lay open to him was intoxicating and as much as he needed to be inside of her, he refused to let the opportunity slip by to feast on that most intimate taste.
He held her down with a strong hand to the middle of her chest as he lowered himself. Her skirt was fully around her waist and offered no impediment to him. He stroked the insides of her thighs, closing his eyes as his cock twitched violently in response to the impossibly smooth creamy white skin slipping beneath his fingertips. Gillian writhed with a small moan but he held her in place. He put his lips to flesh just above her knee and began working his way up slowly, trailing his tongue over the silken sweetness. Her hands snaked down as she attempted to touch herself and relieve her tension but his hands were faster and he secured her tiny wrists against her abdomen with one strong fist.
Finally, he inched forward enough to place his lips against the damp lace of her panties. Breathing deeply of her musky feminine scent, he began to devour her with his mouth without hesitation. He nibbled at her clit, slipped his tongue around the fabric of her panties to tease at her entrance and then set up a suckling rhythm that had her crying out his name almost instantly with every lap of his tongue. He couldn't possibly have imagined the effect that each of her sounds would have on him. He literally felt as if he could explode with each pleading moan, each deeply satisfying gasp.
When he could simply take no more, he moved quickly. Releasing her hands, he grasped his cock with one hand and tore at the flimsy and soaked material of her panties with the other. There was a quick and satisfying rip as the lace gave way and he didn't hesitate a moment before plunging into her deep and hard. The quick stroke brought him face to face with her again and he sought her eyes as he grabbed the hair at the base of her neck for support and drove in again with equal fervor.
He had felt how close she was only a moment before and her face began to take on a furrowed look of concentration as she once again sought the edge of release. He wasn't sure he could wait. He raised up slightly and changed his angle of penetration, now pressing hard against her shoulder as he pushed her leg up slightly higher. He might be hurting her, it was hard to tell but he was past the point of caring, past the point of control as he strove desperately to bring her to orgasm before his own which was threatening to overtake him any moment.
She rolled her hips desperately against him, crying out harshly with each deep thrust and he felt the last ounce of his control slip away.
"Fuck Gillian, I can't…oh fuck!" and even as the words passed his lips, her hands convulsed against his sides and her body gripped him tightly as he spilled into her, his limbs stiffening and shaking as his breath and come left his body in explosive bursts.
He collapsed on top of her as she continued to tremble around him, the hands that had gripped him so tightly now falling limply to her sides.
It was the silence that had pulled him from the point of nearly passing out still nestled between her thighs. The simple silence of…after.
And now he was driving again and his cock was rock hard at the memory of their passions. Apparently all the self loathing in the world was not enough to dampen his desire for her. How could it? How could anything?
He turned out his lights and pulled quietly into a space outside her apartment. The lights were out and he considered leaving. He groaned as his daughter's voice echoed in his head.
'You are not coming back in this house until you have fixed it dad. If you even try, I'm going to stay with mom.'
She always knew just how to twist the knife, that one. Where did she learn it? With a deep breath he opened his car door and stood staring up the walk to Gillian's apartment. Those twenty five feet seemed like twenty five miles.
umm...did you miss me?