Want a Tootsie Pop?
I’m in the kitchen washing dishes when I hear the front door close. I look over at the clock and decide that it was probably just my imagination since you shouldn’t be home for another half-hour. I better go get dressed, I think to myself since I’m only wearing a large, short-sleeved, gray shirt that has navy, maroon, brown, and hunter green colored stripes that go length-wise down the shirt along with a row of pearl snaps down the front. I turn to leave . . . and stop dead in my tracks. The moment I spy you standing inside the doorway, my mouth goes dry and a slow heat builds inside me. “Honey, your home early,” I say once I get over the shock. You don’t say anything but start slowly walking toward me . . . up close, your blatant masculinity nearly overpowers me . . . so big, vital, and so tantalizing you literally take my breath away.
The look on your face frightens me and I try to back away from you, only to be stopped after a few steps by the counter behind me. You stop right in front of me . . . so close I have to tilt my head back to see your face. You’re not smiling . . . in fact, you seem very angry. You run your fingers down the sides of my throat and follow the edge of my shirt until you get to the first snap . . . with one quick pull the shirt opens, exposing my bare flesh to you. You slide your hands down over my hips and around to cup just under my butt-cheeks . . . in one smooth motion, you slide me up onto the counter, ten push my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms to land in a puddle behind me. Then your mouth is on mine.
Your kiss forces my mouth open so you can rake the inside with your tongue, until I cease struggling and start kissing you back . . . then your mouth is on my breast, drawing a nipple deep into your mouth until I cry out, shaking my head from side to side as if trying to deny my own response. “Do you know how many times I’ve ached to have you since that first time?” you groan hoarsely. I struggle to resist, but I can’t . . . your hands are doing wonderful things to me . . . your fingers sliding rhythmically inside me until the pleasure became a frantic beat that sings through my veins like liquid heat. Rising slightly, your long fingers work to release your swollen and throbbing manhood. I gasp as I realize that my body has become yours to do with as you please. With a low growl and a curse, you sink into me . . . deep . . . deeper, “Say it, damn you! Say you want me! Say it! Say it!” Beads of sweat drip down your forehead as fight to control the terrible need to thrust and thrust until I cry out, until I want you as badly as you want me. “Tell me you want me!”
A sob of surrender burst past my lips as I cry out, “Yes! Oh God, . . . yes, I want you.” Then you are moving inside me . . . driving, pounding, grinding our loins together in mindless frenzy. You fill me again and again . . . straining and pounding your way as far as you can go inside me. The intensity becomes unbearable as a blazing bliss bursts upon me, shattering, devastating. I feel you tense . . . shudder . . . then cry out as you throb violently and fill me with liquid fire. I whimper and the sound seems to snap something inside you, bringing you abruptly to your senses.
“Oh angel, forgive me. I didn’t mean to hurt you. For a moment I forgot . . . forgive me, my love.” You say while placing soft, quick kisses on my neck and bare shoulders. “My little one . . . I don’t deserve you.” You whisper against my neck with your head resting on my shoulder. I feel your rehardening flesh against my stomach as you wrap your arms around me . . . holding me tight against you as your hands softly caress my back.
When I’m with you I feel loved and cherished . . . I wince as the thought reminds me of the painful memories of my youth. I may have been slow in learning it, but life does go on . . . nothing remains the same forever. I have chosen a new life and there is no looking back. All that counts is tomorrow and what lays beyond the horizon . . . a new place, a fresh beginning . . . and the freedom to do and be whatever I want. It’s true that you had taken my innocence a few months ago but I have a lot to be grateful for and good share of the credit goes to you . . . and you hadn’t really forced me, just made me admit how much I wanted you. How can I fight you when your touch lifts me to such ecstasy? “I should hate you for that, but I know how I feel only when I’m with.” I softly confess.
You lean back but keep your arms tightly around me. “Look at me,” you direct, your voice a sensual purr. “What will it take for you to forgive me?” I close my eyes to think for a moment before I open them again to gaze up at you through dark blue, slightly glazed eyes as I huskily say, “Love me . . . make love to me.” My words seem to release something in you. “Oh angel, I need you. I’ll never get my fill of you!” You whisper against my lips, then pull me off the counter and pull me toward the bedroom.
You stop beside the bed . . . my heart pounds rapidly as you slowly lift your hand to my face and lightly run your finger over my full bottom lip . . . then your hand drops to cup my breast, caressing it, your thumb teasing the nipple to a taut bud again. “I want to do it right this time. Lay down for me, baby girl.” You huskily whisper while gently pushing me down on the bed. I lay down on my stomach and watch as you peel away your clothes . . . then you walk over to the candy dish on the dresser and pick up a cherry flavored Tootsie Roll Pop sucker. “What are you going to do with that?” I ask when you sit down on the bad next to me and unwrap the sucker. “Wait and see, baby girl, wait and see. Roll onto your back,” you reply between licks . . . when I am on my back you shove the sucker into my mouth and say. “Suck on this until I’m ready for it.”
I feel weak . . . a hot tingling sensation rushes over me as you settle down beside me and there is nothing between us but sizzling flesh as you continue your slow, delicious assault. You nip at my sensitive breasts, then lick the hurt away . . . your tongue rolls around one tender peak and then the other. Your hand slips between my thighs . . . your fingers stroking, tantalizing as your tongue traces my ribs down to my belly. Positioning yourself between my legs . . . your tongue slides down my inner thighs. My body is on fire . . . I am writhing in ecstasy as my blood spurts hotly through my veins . . . but when your mouth touches the nest between my legs I freeze, shocked and frightened. “Baby, no!” I cry out, slightly mumbled because of the sucker still in my mouth.
“I won’t hurt you, little one, let me . . . let me . . .” Holding my thighs apart, you bury your head in my softness, your tongue a hot brand . . . flicking, teasing, stroking me erotically. A consuming heat spreads over me and my thighs part naturally, allowing you full access. You reach up and pull the sucker from my mouth . . . you watch the pleasure on my face as you slowly slide the sucker up and down just inside my wet pussy-lips. You stick the sucker inside my hole and slowly slide it in and out . . . then start picking up speed when I start moving my hips to meet your hand as you push the sucker into me . . . making it go a little deeper into me each time. “Baby, I want you inside me!” I cry out as the pleasure continues to grow. “Not yet, little one, I owe you this. Don’t hold back, love, this is just another way of loving.” You say as you pull the sucker out and toss it to the side, then slip your hands beneath my buttocks, lifting me to your hot, devouring mouth . . . my scent and the honeyed sweetness from the sucker combined with my own sweet juices drives you wild. Then I cry out, thrashing my head from side to side as waves of exquisite pleasure carries me away . . . my body is still vibrating, my nerve endings on fire when you surge full and deep inside me . . . your powerful thrust affects me like a bolt of lighting. Your response to our fiery union is to groan in my ear, “Oh, God, baby girl, you feel so tight . . . so warm . . . so damn good.” Your strokes are sensual, skillful thrust, your hands and mouth are everywhere . . . fondling, arousing, as our bodies clash and rock in primitive violent mating. You bring me to the trembling brink, then retreat, leaving me gasping, pleading, until a series of deep penetrating thrust hurl us both into oblivion, spinning, careening wildly . . . our cries of ecstasy intermingling.
Afterwards, as we float back to earth, I swear our souls had touched and united. “My sweet, exciting vixen,” you croon in my ear once our breathing is almost back to normal. “My bold, handsome savage,” I sign in response. You shift your weight to lie beside me, pulling me into the curve of your body. I lay there with you until I hear the deep rhythmic breathing that tells me you are asleep. I carefully crawl out of bed and make sure that you are still asleep as I slip your shirt on. I pick up the discarded sucker and toss it in the trash, then go back to the kitchen to finish the dishes. As I cook supper a short time later, I think to myself that maybe there really is a “happily-ever-after”. Then I spy my shirt still lying on the counter and grin . . . I may have to work on the “ever-after” part, but at least I’ve got the “happy” part of it.
Written 11/98 by Night Angel
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