Midnight Snack

It’s two in the morning and the house is quiet. Unable to sleep I pad into the kitchen and open the fridge. I hadn’t had the chance to clean it out earlier today. I start pulling out the left over containers and re-organizing the fruits and vegetables. I am wiping down the last shelf when my employer sneaks up on me.

“Nina, what are you doing up so late?”

The bottle of water in my hands clatters on the glass shelf. I clutch my racing heart and whirl around.

“Mr. Beck, you scared me." 

“I am sorry, Nina; I wasn’t expecting you to be up and about at this time of night.”

From the towel loosely wrapped around his waist and naked torso I can tell he really did not expect to find me in the kitchen.

“Did you have trouble putting Andrew down?”

“A little,” I confess, “but he calmed quickly enough when I starting singing to him,” I reassure him. “He’s been asleep for hours now. I just couldn’t sleep,” I finish lamely.

He arches his eye brow and says, “So you decided to clean out the fridge at two in the morning.” A smile plays on his lips.

“I guess so,” my voice quakes a little. I feel uncomfortable with him, in such a state of déshabille, and at such close proximity. Never before in all of nineteen years had I been so up close and personal with the opposite sex. For a man in his late twenties, or is it early thirties, Kristopher Beck is hot, hot, hot.

Six foot two of knotted muscles and tan skin. With sandy brown hair and eyes as clear as the sky and perfect white teeth beaming at you with each smile, it’s no wonder my heart is still racing. His sculpted abs are in perfect display above the loose knot of the cotton white towel. Which, but the way stops in the middle of his precision cut quadriceps. Water droplets shine on his skin.

My body grows hot. My breath feels heavy in my lungs. I feel my nipples harden against the build-in bra of my spaghetti strap tank top. My cheeks flush pink. God, I hope he didn’t see that. I turn my body inside the fridge and pull out some ham and rye bread.

“Can I fix you something to eat?” I gulp out.

Kristopher steps closer to me and reaches for the loaf of bread and container of ham. He deftly takes them out my hands and drops them on the counter. His body is so close to mine I can smell the soap and shampoo on him, like spring rain fresh and earthy tones dance in my nostrils. The minty toothpaste on his breath makes my mouth water.

“Nina, if I were to tell you that the only thing I am hungry for is you. How would that make you feel?” His voice is low and husky. It plays havoc on my senses. Leaves me breathless. Voice less. My eyes grow large and round. My nostrils flare. My body trembles.

“Has a man ever tasted you,” he continues as his fingers reach out and glide over my tank straps and move on down, “here,” he whispers as his digit tip brushes my lengthened nipples.

My insides feel like molten lava everywhere his fingers touched. I shake my head from side to side. The burning lava is spreading lower and lower as his fingers skim my rib cage dips down past my belly button. “How about here,” he rasps as his fingers cup my mound.

No air is coming in my lungs. The blood in my veins turns to a fiery sludge. This time I am not even able to shake my head from side to side. I am lost in the feelings of his fingers circling my clit through the thin material of my pyjama bottoms – under which I have no underwear. And his other hand as come up to cup my breasts and tease my nipples through my silky tank.

“You are so beautiful, Nina, and I’ve wanted for you for so long,” he says before bending his head down and claiming my lips.

The moment his lips capture my mine I feel an explosion inside of me, like a gate way as been open and the flood building behind it is now free to unleash its power. My breathing grows rapid and heavy. Every cell in my body ignites with the force of the eruption and I feel it coursing through me full speed ahead.

His mouth travels down the length of my throat. Licking sucking my over hot skin. My back arches, pushing my breast towards the eagerly searching mouth. He takes the hint and pops a silk covered nipple between his lips. Even through the thin material the sensation of his hot breath and hotter tongue is incredible. I feel his fingers travelling up my arms and slip under the straps. He pulls them down exposing my creamy breast and peachy nipples. His mouth releases the clothed nipple and captures the naked one.

Ecstasy. The flood pours out me and soaks my pj bottoms.

“God, Nina, you are so responsive to my touch. This is such a turn on to see you like this. Puffy lips, puffier nipples, wet cunt. The smell of your sex.” He takes a second to breathe deeply in. “Rich sweet musk is intoxicating. I want to taste it.”

With that he drops to his knees, pulls down my baggy bottoms and exposes my juice slick lips. “So beautiful,” he says before his tongue starts licking my labia. “So tasty, sweet and tangy,” he purrs and continues to lap up my oozing cream.

His tongue pushes my inner lips open and dips inside. My fingers dig in his hair. My hips buck on his face as his tongue goes in deeper. Licking my inner walls, twirling my juices round and round and swallowing. His lips find my hard swollen clit and latch at it. Sucking it deep. My fingers pull on his hair and push his face further inside my open pussy lips. My pelvis tilts forward at the same time giving him more of me to lick and suck and slurp.

He doesn’t disappoint me. His tongue is like a branding iron claiming me as his. His fingers move slowly up and down my lips and find my entrance. One slips inside. He moves it slowly in and out. His tongue flicks my clit to and fro. My hips undulate, gyrate to a primal rhythm and I feel the surge of lava coursing though me again. I buck and trash against him as the flood comes like white rapids cresting, peeking, oh god, I come hard and fast on his tongue and fingers.

He licks me clean and sucks in his finger to clean it off as well. When he pulls himself up from between my legs his towel is forgotten on the floor.

“Nina, I want you,” he cups my face in his hands and kisses me with such tenderness it makes my heart swell in my chest.

This makes me brave enough to admit what I’ve known for quite some time. “Kristopher.” I search his eyes, in nearly a year of working for this man, this is the first time I use his given name. The brightness in them tells me how happy he is that I address him as such. “Kristopher,” I say again, “I want you too.”

That’s all he needs to hear. His lips crash down on mine. His hands skim down my spine and squeeze my ass and lift me up. He doesn’t need to tell me he’ll be gentle. His slow sensuous movements and sensitive touch on my skins tells me everything I need to know. His kiss is soft and tender. He lowers me down his erection. Kissing me, messaging my breasts, teasing my clitoris as he keeps pushing me down on him. When his bulbous head pierces my hymen my body stiffens in his embrace. He deepens our kiss; plays with my nipples and clit until he feels me relaxing again.

“God, Nina, you feel so good, hot, wet and so incredibly tight. I want to ride you like this forever,” he groans as his cock moves languidly in and out.

His mouth kisses my lips, my chin, my throat, the vein erratically pulsing under my ear lobe, which makes my muscles constrict around his girth.

“That’s it, baby, squeeze me tighter, damn that feels good.” The vibration of his voice against my hammering pulse drives me wild and in quick succeeding motion my muscle squeeze and squeeze.

He pumps inside of me faster. Slapping his balls against my ass. Reaching deeper inside of me with each savage thrust. I feel my blood turn to fiery sludge. I feel the air in my lungs grow heavy. I feel my stomach knot and explode. White fire rages through me. I arch my back, slam my hips down on his upward thrusts and clamp my muscles around his erection milking him to the last drop. Hot thick come, mine, his, slides out of my overfilled pussy.

His lips claim mine in another slow tender kiss. His fingers dip in my long curls. We break apart breathless. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I can’t let you go now that I’ve tasted you.” He searches my face to make sure I understand what he means.

“Kristopher, I’ve wanted you for so long as well, I was afraid to let you know. I didn’t want to overstep. I know you loved Claire I didn’t want to take her memory away from you.”

“Oh, Nina, Claire will always be a part of me. She’s given me Andrew. It wasn’t easy after her death. When you came to live with us things got better. You were able to give Andrew what I couldn’t through my grief. In time the grief lessened and now I am able to enjoy the time I spend with my son. I no longer resent him for taking her away from me. The doctors did all they could to save them both after the car crash…” his voice trails off.

I lean forward and kiss him.

The gloom is no longer in his eyes when we pull apart.

“Kristopher, can this work?” I ask in a shy tone and hope that I have not misread his intentions.

“I don’t see why not. You are nineteen. Have been for three months. The fact that I am dozen years older, well if you don’t have a problem with that, and I don’t have a problem with it, I don’t see why we couldn’t make it work. Does it bother you that I am thirty one?”

“Not a lick,” I answer honestly.

“Then we are good. Now I am taking you to bed. I want to make love to you again.”

I smile and squeeze his softening cock in response.