Healing Hearts 11: Tell Me You Love Me(2)

By: Dixie Lynn Dwyer

She squinted at him. “Then stop staring,” she countered, and didn’t even know how she could speak never mind have a coherent thought to not mumble or slur. Then she realized she was more alert than five seconds ago. Like this desire, this attraction sobered her buzz.

He stared at her lips, stroked her back with his hand, and then eyed over her breasts while he used his other hand to cup the back of her head.

“Fuck it,” he said, and pressed his lips to hers.

Morris. Holy heavens she was in trouble here. Her body instantly went up in flames. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, cupped her breast, and then he brought her leg up against his hip as his hand slid under her dress to her ass. He squeezed it and she moaned into his mouth.

The next thing she felt was him lifting her up and carrying her into a room. He pressed her up against the closed door, locked it, and then rocked his hips against her body. He crushed her against the wall, reminding her of just how big, how capable of a man he was. She felt his fingers push aside her panties, and when his digit thrust up into her cunt, she pulled from his mouth and tilted her head back, moaning.

“Holy fuck, you’re so hot, so sexy, and fuck you’re coming all over my fingers. You feel it too, don’t you, Melina?”

“Yes, oh God, Morris, I can’t take it. I feel so much.”

“I do, too,” he said, and thrust those fingers faster and faster, then he pulled her away from the wall and placed her onto the bed. He lowered between her legs. She grabbed at his hair, thrust her hips upward as his mouth made contact where his fingers stroked her pussy.

“Oh.” She moaned.

“Shhhh, we don’t need anyone coming in here.”

“No, definitely don’t need that,” she said, and then thought of his brothers, too. Would they come in here looking for them? For her?

The strike of his tongue against her pussy and asshole had her gasping and lifting up. He used his mouth to trail kisses from her pussy then to her belly, pushing her dress higher. Then he lowered it slightly, and slid her straps off her shoulders. Her breasts emerged.

“Holy Jesus,” he said, eyeing them over then suckling her tit. Her pussy leaked.

“Morris?” She moaned his name.

“I want you. Say you want me, too.”

“Here?” she asked, feeling a little panicked, but then he tugged on her nipple, and then stroked a finger to her cunt.

“Yes. You got me so fucking hard.”

“I…I don’t do things like this.”

He stared at her, face scrunched like he was in pain, suffering, and she didn’t want to be a cock tease, but holy shit, sex with Morris in a bedroom at a party with everyone outside? She was panicking.

“I can’t. Sex is serious stuff and we don’t even know one another. We aren’t even dating,” she said to him.

He exhaled and nodded. He cupped her cheeks, and rocked his hips against her mound. “I understand.” He pressed his lips to hers and she kissed him back. It got wild all over again, and when he released her lips, she could feel how hard he was. She rolled him to his back, and kissed along his chest. He gripped her shoulders and she tilted her head up toward him.

“Your turn to come,” she said, with more confidence than she ever had in her life. She was no seductress. If she had been, perhaps Allen wouldn’t have cheated on her. She pushed those thoughts away and focused on this moment. On Morris and how he made her feel. How he got her so hot and bothered that she was fighting against herself to not let him fuck her. She knew that was what it would be. Sex, plain and simple. The man lived for his profession and nothing more.

She undid his pants, and he realized her intentions, he released his hold on her. She pulled out his thick, long, hard cock, and gulped. He was huge, and suddenly her pussy wept and she thought again about sex with him. Instead, she licked the tip and he moaned, then gripped her hair possessively and she continued with a stroke along his shaft, then to his balls. He smelled like cologne and musky male. He even had muscles along his groin, and his abs were defined, like she’d ordered him from a catalog. It aroused her. He was a sexy, capable soldier. Older, mature, hardened by life and he affected her like no others ever had before. She sucked him good. Made sure she was thorough in driving him crazy so he would think of her again and again after tonight. She bobbed her head up and down and he played with her nipples, tugging on them as he rocked his hips.