Author's Note: My apologies, once more, for taking so long with this! I've been on summer break for a month already, and yet my mind just wasn't into writing. I don't think I can call it writer's block, but it's more of losing my mojo. Surprisingly though, when I really started writing this, all the words just came out, and I couldn't be happier with how that happened.
Anyway, as always I hope you enjoy this long-awaited chapter. Now, this part doesn't actually move the story forward, but I am more than sure that you're not going to be complaining about this anytime soon. Not when you consider what this chapter contains, heh?
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LOVER I DON'T HAVE TO LOVE
As he began his descent down Kirsten's body, Sandy trailed the piece of sliced strawberry around her nipple, making it harder than it was already peaking for him. Her head shook from one side to another, moaning under her breath as she felt her body respond to what he was doing to her. The soft gasps that escaped from her lips nearly sent Sandy over the edge – the edge that had been taunting him ever since he received her note.
To be completely honest with himself, Sandy didn't think that he would end up being like this with Kirsten. Not today, at least. But when he felt her presence the moment she stepped into the restaurant, he knew that he wasn't going to be able to let her go without a good reason. What happened in the mail truck back in Berkeley had become a memory that held on to him just as how her sweetness lingered on his lips.
From her hastily-written note, Sandy had sensed that Kirsten was still apprehensive about the proposal he offered to her that morning after. Apprehensive, but not enough to resist contacting him when they happened to be in the same place at the same time. She had grabbed the first opportunity that came her way, and to Sandy it meant a whole lot more than she would ever know.
Smiling, he lowered his head to the valley between her breasts and inhaled the fragrance that was distinctly hers. She smelled a nice kind of familiar – natural, warm and inviting; and yet intoxicating at the same time. She was so beautiful and sexy, but she didn't seem to be aware of any of these things, and that made it difficult for Sandy to turn away from her. He found it hard to resist, found her hard to resist.
Keeping his eyes locked on her, he licked the strawberry juice from her nipple. This time, he was the one who groaned when she arched her back gracefully, offering more of her body to him. It was as if they
never stepped out from that mail truck at all. And, if Sandy had his way, before he would leave this penthouse suite, he would make sure he would have the opportunity to see this girl again.
He ran the plump strawberry on her other nipple, deliberately teasing her with soft, barely-there strokes. He was quick to follow the trail of sweetness he left with his tongue, before biting a dent into the sliced strawberry so he could push it against her peak without it falling from her breast. Then his mouth covered his dessert, nibbling on the strawberry to gain more access to her nipple, and then sucking the rosy flesh in a way that had her moans piercing throughout the otherwise quiet room.
After several moments of what felt like pleasure so slow it was agonizing, Kirsten felt him lift his head from her breast. She wanted to protest, to cry out loud and encourage him to continue what he was doing. However, the look on his face rendered her unable to speak. His gaze was smoldering as he looked at her up and down with unmistakable lust. She was lying against the soft maroon carpeting of the living room in broad daylight, as the curtains had been pulled to the sides and neither of them bothered to do anything about it.
The New York daylight, so different from the Californian sun they were used to, cast flickering shadows across her upper body. The moment Sandy had her on the floor, he had undone all the buttons of her white polo shirt and pulled down the cups of her silk lingerie, revealing her perky breasts. He had then pinned her hands to either side of her head as he had his way with her – a way that she found no reason to complain about; a way that made her pleasuring herself in the shower and imagining Sandy doing all those things to her pale in insignificance.
No other man had ever made her feel so sexy before, but with the way Sandy was looking at her, the way his gaze was making her skin flush, she felt like she was a goddess who could have any guy she wanted twirled around her little finger.
He murmured her name softly, repeatedly, as he noticed her skin becoming more flushed with his look alone. Sandy loved that he could make Kirsten feel that way. He allowed himself a smile as she writhed beneath him.
"You like being looked at, don't you?"
Before she could even shake her head in denial, Sandy went on, pushing her a bit further. "Your body doesn't lie, Kirsten." He chuckled, taking note of how she took in a deep breath at the accusation. Sandy couldn't help but smirk.
"Do you wonder if the customers back at that restaurant are picturing us like this right now?" he spoke softly as he traced her collarbone with his tongue. He left a kiss at that particular spot she liked that he discovered during their last encounter. He was not disappointed when she let out a strangled moan.
Kirsten's eyes fell closed as she tilted her head up, giving Sandy more access to her neck. He started leaving kisses all over her skin, encouraging her to answer his question. With the attention he lavished on her, it took her a while to answer.
"I… I'm not thinking right now…. except—" She gasped out loud as he started to suck on her sensitive skin, distracting her for the moment.
"Except?"
She groaned in exasperation, almost unable to believe he could still talk at a time like this. A woman in her position could only take so much.
"This," Kirsten managed, her chest rising up and down invitingly in her ragged breathing. "Oh God, Sandy."
Sandy felt himself stiffen at the sound of his name. The way she said it, so desperate and so aroused, like she would go crazy if she didn't have him right now drove him wild for her. He moved his hands towards her skirt and gently pushed it up, revealing more and more of the toned thighs he had been fantasizing of ravishing.
She lifted her head from the carpet to watch, a smile making her eyes sparkle. "I suppose getting off the floor and finding somewhere else to do this is out of the question?" Kirsten questioned, amused by his impatience.
Without a pause in his movements, Sandy laughed, immediately making the mood playful between the two of them. "I'm hungry. I never finished my breakfast."
"Ever heard of breakfast in bed?"
He loved how sassy Kirsten was being. It was a side of her he knew was there within her somewhere, and to be the one who brought that side up made him feel like he broke down some of the walls she had built around herself.
"Oh, we'll get there."
By now, he had managed to get her skirt around her waist, while she used her feet to push his trousers down his legs as far as she could manage. Kirsten's fingers brushed lightly against his skin as she reached down to hold on to his ass, making Sandy groan in frustration. There was one little thing that completely slipped his mind. "We forgot something."
Kirsten's eyes were closed, and she was starting to rock her hips against his body, getting a feel of his manhood against her damp silk panties. His words barely seeped through her mind as she vaguely responded with a, "Forgot what?"
Sandy let out another groan. Their groins met each other too well for his liking… well, for the moment at least. If she kept it up, he was going to take her whether they were being responsible or not.
"Condoms. Lots of them. Now."
She laughed and moaned at the same time, feeling the desperation between the two of them as they kept moving against the other's bodies. They couldn't seem to stop themselves. "It's okay."
Sandy was surprised to see a smile on Kirsten's face. It's okay? What did that mean? Didn't she realize how important it was to him to make sure they were safe? He looked at her like she was mad. "No, it's not okay!" He was already fighting a losing battle as he pushed her skirt even higher, knowing that he should be pulling it down instead.
"Oh, Sandy." She murmured, distracted once more as she felt his hands brush against her underwear fleetingly.
"Exactly." And yet he started to touch her through the silk, stroking her most delicate skin with his middle finger, teasing her without meaning to.
Kirsten pushed against his probing fingers. "Take them off! Now!"
"But—"
She took his face in her hands and pulled him down to her for a passionate kiss. "Purse." She whispered, gesturing to her handbag that she had carelessly thrown against the floor earlier. It had landed just a little over to their right.
If he wasn't in such a state of mind right now Sandy would've been surprised to learn Kirsten had brought condoms. Especially since between the two of them, she was the one who was more hesitant about this sort of thing. But he couldn't bring himself to think of that right now, not when he knew both of them were on the verge of exploding. She wanted this. He wanted this. They both wanted each other, and they needed to have each other now.
In their desperation they ended up tangled in each other. Kirsten was bent over, searching for that box of condoms she had brought along, while Sandy was busy nearly tearing her panties as he slid them down her legs. Their movements were frenzied, and yet they managed to be in complete sync with the other. The moment Sandy finally managed to get the bothersome garment from her body, Kirsten immediately sat up and took his dick in her hands, teasing him, stroking him up and down as she rolled the latex on him. He groaned as her talented hands brought him to his fullest extent, and he attempted to distract himself with taking a hold of her breasts and rolling her nipples with her thumbs.
Once Kirsten's task was complete, Sandy pushed her back down into the plush carpeting and leaned over her. Both of them were already panting hard as she gripped his shoulders wantonly, needing him to fill her already. Roughly, Sandy spread her legs even farther and thrusted into her without warning, letting her take him as deep as she could.
Kirsten let out a scream and was vaguely thankful they had the penthouse to themselves. He felt her clench tightly around his manhood as he withdrew and entered her again. Sandy held on to her hips as he moved on top of her, on the verge of losing control. She attempted to muffle her screams into his shoulder, but the sensation of her lips on his skin only spurred Sandy on. They continued to move against the other as they felt climax imminent upon them. The next thing Sandy knew, a searing heat seemed to come over their bodies, and they came together. It took over them in a rush, and they allowed themselves to get lost in the moment.
Sandy and Kirsten lay limp on the floor, breathing heavily and holding on to each other. He buried his face in her neck while she kissed the top of his head and wiped away the beads of sweat that cling on to his skin.
"Wow." Kirsten was the first to break the post-coital silence. Sandy looked up in time to see a smile on her face, and it made him think of just how she was at her most beautiful in her afterglow. They shared a smile and Sandy leaned down to kiss her. It was a sweet, almost loving kiss that took her by surprise, but she welcomed it.
Feeling a bit calmer, Sandy shifted on top of Kirsten and absently toyed with her damp curls. "This is what I'm talking about." He began in a voice so soft; it made her feel as if he was serenading her. "Here in this room, or whatever room we find ourselves here, we let loose. We lose ourselves in each other, and it doesn't interfere with our lives." Kirsten looked down, not sure if she could take having this conversation right now. But Sandy put his hand on her chin and gently guided her face up to meet his eyes.
"Between us, Kirsten." And he lowered his head to kiss her again, leaving her breathless. But when Sandy pulled back, there was a smile on Kirsten's face, and he knew that she understood what he was trying to tell her.
"My turn." She finally spoke, her eyes glinting of mischief that Sandy loved seeing. But her statement had him stumped, and he had to ask her what she meant with that.
Kirsten smiled mysteriously. "You're the one who seduced me back at that café and look where it got us now." She looked around the room for a brief moment to emphasize her point, before meeting Sandy's gaze. He couldn't help but like where this conversation was headed. Of course Sandy had no doubt Kirsten was going to succeed at seducing him since she was already doing it anyway, although she didn't seem to be aware of it. But how she was going to do that certainly piqued his interest. He grinned at her with a renewed hunger, looking forward to her promise.
"How?" He asked, teasing her a little.
It took a while before she was able to answer. "Oh, I don't know. It will take me some time to figure things out."
This made Sandy's prominent eyebrows shoot up at what she was implying, unable to believe it came from her. Between the two of them, he was the forward one, but Kirsten had this way of surprising him that always kept him on his toes.
"So you're going to see me again?"
"If we could work things out."
Kirsten loved the way Sandy's entire face lit up and she couldn't help but be amazed that she felt the same way as he did. She didn't think she would be looking forward to encounters such as these, but even she surprised herself.
"How long do you have this place to yourself?" Sandy questioned, looking around the huge suite that he didn't really give much thought before, when he was occupied with other things. How come he never noticed how huge the place was? Of course Sandy was in awe – this place was way beyond his wildest dreams. However he was taken over with amusement as he realized him and Kirsten practically violated the grandeur of it all by having sex in the middle of the living room.
She smiled. "All day and all night long."
Both of them were happy with that answer. "Well, what do you say we give breakfast in bed a try?"
"I thought you made plans with your brother?"
Sandy was looking through the pile of fruits they had brought with them from the café, amused at how they managed not to squish the food. Smiling, he plucked out a cherry and ran it against her lips before chewing it himself. "Some other day. Now, breakfast in bed?" He took another piece of fruit, a blueberry this time, and trailed it down the crevice between her breasts.
"Just so you know, I'm still hungry, and I was just wondering how this would taste… dipped in you."
His words sent Kirsten's thighs clenching. Her eyes fell closed once more as he rolled the fruit past her breasts, past her stomach, beyond her belly button, with only one destination in mind.
"Why don't you let me lead today?" Sandy said quietly, his eyes glued to the sight in front of him. She was so responsive, he loved it. "You can take over next time, and that will give you enough time to think of how you're going to…" he felt himself becoming hard. How did that happen so soon? "… seduce me."
He pushed the fruit past her damp curls until it hit her clitoris. Kirsten let out a prolonged moan. "Okay." She gasped, taken aback by the renewed pleasure that was taking over her. "God, yes." She bit her lip and attempted to fight her growing urges.
Sandy took a good look at her – the way her back was arched perfectly, how her hard nipples seemed to point at him and how her entire body was just begging to be taken – and he realized he was fighting a losing battle with his own urges as well.
"Oh, to hell with the bed."
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