The air was tepid and sultry. The waves were softly lapping at the sand below. The horizon was just beginning to burn, and Damon could hear Tina’s car pull into the space between their modest villas. She needed a tune up, and he made a mental note to take care of that for her. She’d keep forgetting until her car broke down.
A moment later, she walked onto his rear patio and stood in the sliding glass doorway. A few strands of dark brown hair came loose from her twist and hung stray along the side of her face.
“Another tough one?” he said, nodding toward the sweating bottle of white wine on the coffee table. He’d already set out another glass for her.
She smiled wistfully and nodded. In a black sheath and sheer black hose, she was dressed for the air conditioned environment she’d been in most of the day. Damon filled the second glass and brought it to her.
“You’re a complete darling,” she said, doing her best to smile brightly through the stress and fatigue of her day.
“Not really,” he smirked, almost ashamed at how true that was. “But for you I’m trying to make an exception.”
She giggled briefly and sipped the cool wine while Damon returned to his seat on one side of the wide sofa. Tina turned to face the glittering, pre-dusk sea.
“It’s breathtaking,” she sighed.
“Yes, it certainly is,” he agreed, although his eyes were traveling the curving terrain of her luxurious form.
“Damon!” she laughed, tossing her head over her shoulder to throw him an admonishing glance. “Are you staring at my ass again?”
“Not again, Tina. Still.”
“Ugh! You’re such a pig. I take it all back about you being such a darling.” She approached the sofa with a defiant smile and sat on the opposite end.
Damon chuckled. “Why do you think I keep luring you here with chilled vinho verde?”
“Because if it weren’t for me you’d have a whole houseful of tramps and harlots bleeding you dry,” she said, trying to sound haughty as she rested her head back and closed her eyes.
“Who needs a houseful of tramps and harlots when I’ve got you?”
“Oh my god! I can’t believe you actually said that!
Tina shot upright and whipped the pillow at him, but he was ready for her and caught it in time. He couldn’t suppress a laugh.
“I have no idea why I put up with living right next door to you,” she said in a mock huff. “I should call the Humane Society and have them take you away with the rest of the stray dogs.”
“And I have no idea why I put up with a precocious brat like you,” he sighed dramatically. “I must have the patience of an angel.”
“Oh, obviously. One of the fallen ones.”
They both laughed and clinked their glasses. They watched the horizon in silence a while, then Damon looked at her profile. She became aware of him watching her and smiled to herself, cocking her head ever so slightly.
Finally, Damon patted his thigh. “Stretch out and give me your feet,” he said. “You’re in dire need of some serious relaxation.”
“I’m too tired and stressed to argue,” she sighed.
She turned on the long sofa and lay back, resting both feet on his leg. The motion worked the hem of her dress well above her knees. One by one, Damon took hold of her ankles and pulled off her unforgiving pumps. His gaze drifted across her hose-encased thighs. They were enchantingly supple and firm, with overtly feminine contours.
The sleek, smooth surface of her hose made his palms feel sweaty, and he kept holding her ankle even after dropping her shoes onto the floor. She caught him gazing at her thighs, but she was smiling so sweetly Damon barely realized he was touching her nylon cased foot with his other hand, gently squeezing.
“Oh god,” Tina sighed. “Don’t do that unless you mean it. It’s been a hell of a day.”
“You just worry about relaxing,” he said.
He held her left foot in both hands and started pressing his thumbs up and down the entire bottom surface, like thumb walking up and down the sole of her foot. Tina’s relaxing sigh had such a sexual tone Damon had to wonder if he was hearing things. It was enough to send a rush of pleasurable tingles buzzing through his cock.
“Oh, darling, you have no idea,” she exhaled.
He thought the same thing as she threw her arm over her eyes and shifted slightly. He took the opportunity to openly scan her legs and inhale her scent. His fingers and thumbs continued their patient massage and pressed along her foot, including her ankle and toes. He spent a long time pressing his thumbs into the ball of her foot, stopping the blood and then letting it rush back in, then rolling each of her toes firmly between his fingers.
When she sighed even more deeply and pressed the toes of her other foot into his thigh he felt his cock grow thicker with every pulse of warmth coursing through his flesh.
Tina arched her spine briefly, causing her breasts to stretch against her dress. Damon was aching to reach across and caress those pert mounds until her nipples were throbbing with hardness. Even more, he wanted to kiss the full lips that parted ever so slightly as she drew deep, audible breaths.
With trembling fingers, Damon slowly massaged her ankle and chanced taking hold of her shapely calf. When his fingers pressed into the meat of her calf, she cooed softly and ground herself deeper into the cushions.
“Oh, Damon,” she drawled lazily.
The slick texture of his beautiful neighbor’s leg under his gently digging fingers sent waves of heat washing through him. His cock was quickly swelling against the tight briefs beneath his linen trousers, straining to push free. He was dying to push her foot against his hard shaft and slide his hand up her thigh to cup her pussy. It was completely impossible, of course, yet the desire poured through him like a waterfall.
He knew this wasn’t what Tina’s father had had in mind when he asked Damon to keep an eye on her after hearing they’d be next door neighbors. But it was her own fault for being too beautiful, too sexy, too funny, too full of life and spirit. She was too everything, and he’d felt mounting pressure to keep his deeper feelings hidden.
He’d never responded with so much desire just from touching a woman’s feet, but caressing Tina in any way at all set each of his senses sparkling.
He finally went to work giving her other foot the same firm, methodical treatment. Tina sighed deeply, carelessly raising the leg he’d just finished massaging. It brought the hem of her dress dangerously high. Damon’s breath caught and held at the sight of the outline of the scant panties beneath her hose.
His cock burned with throbbing heat as he yearned to cover that shapely mound with his mouth and let her feel the warm rush of his breath flow across her alluring pussy. He was fighting to keep his hands and breathing on an even keel, when he finally realized she’d fallen asleep.
He studied the lines of her face. Were they perfect? Or was that just how he saw her in her deep repose?
She sighed and shifted, and the heel of her foot brushed across the aching cockshaft in his trousers. He held onto her ankle, keeping her foot in place against his erection. He realized how easy it would be to touch her now, to run his fingers over the silken smoothness of her nylon clad thighs, grind the heel of his hand against her pouting mound. If he could only be the rutting pig he often pretended to be just to hear her laugh, but he still had to face himself in the mirror every morning.
He watched her sleep a while longer, closely as if he hadn’t already memorized every feature. Finally, he slid out from under her foot and got up. His rigid prick was bulging against his trousers as he padded silently out of the room.
It was time to cook dinner. He could wake her when it was ready. On the way toward the kitchen, he took a detour down the hall toward his bedroom and entered the master bath. He opened his trousers and let them drop around his ankles. With one hand against the wall beside the mirror, he pushed his boxer briefs down below his balls and curled his fist around his aching cock.
With senses brimming with Tina’s scent and textures, Damon stroked his pulsing cock until his whole body shivered around the tiny syllables of her name.
Her skirt was noticeably shorter and tighter today. Her hose were sheerer, and there was a pattern running up the outside of each leg. When she took off her jacket, the skirt lifted slightly while the round fullness of her breasts strained against a blouse that was also tighter than yesterday’s. Her pumps were already lying three feet beyond the coffee table. She’d toed them off even before sitting down.
“I’m worried about you,” he said.
She smiled and rested her hand on his thigh. She was holding her glass of vinho verde in the left.
“You take such good care of me.” Her tone sounded dreamy. “I hope you know how much that means. Like yesterday. That foot massage was heavenly. But I should warn you, that could be quite addictive.”
“Now there’s an interesting idea,” he smiled. “You being addicted to feeling heavenly.” He said it without thinking, but he liked the effect it had on her face. “Is that your way of saying you want another?”
There was something in her smoky eyes he couldn’t explain, and the thought of having her stocking clad feet back in his hands set his pulse thrumming.
“Are you sure you don’t mind? Two days in a row?”
“If you’re going to be addicted then you’ll need one every day.”
“You’re spoiling me, Damon darling,” she sighed as she settled deeper in the cushions.
“I hope so,” he muttered softly.
so.” He grinned as if he even thought she believed him.
The smaller, tighter skirt left so much more of her legs exposed than the dress she’d been wearing the day before, and the pattern down the sides of her hose was beginning to make his pulse hammer. He took a deep breath and patted the top of his leg in invitation. She started to swing her feet toward his lap, but then suddenly swung them to the floor and stood up.
“Wait,” she said with a deep breath. “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right, don’t you think?”
Then she lowered the short zipper on the side of her skirt. She wiggled it down off her hips and ass without looking at him. Then she sank back down and lifted her feet to pull the skirt completely off.
Damon’s heart felt like a trembling fist as the brief flash of her raised thighs froze in his mind. Pale blue panties, darkened by the sheen of her hose, encased the demure pussy pouting between them.
Her blouse hem fell little more than a couple inches past the waistband of her pantyhose, and he could feel her watching him scan her lush body. His eyes fell down the sweeping contours of her legs and came to rest on her feet. His cock was straining desperately to uncoil from his confining briefs.
“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked. “It’s more comfortable like this.”
“Anything to make you comfortable,” he nearly croaked. He picked up her foot and ground his thumbs into the arch.
“Oh, Damon,” she sighed instantly.
Her entire body relaxed and softened with the first pressure of his thumbs. Her breasts rose up against her blouse, straining the buttons as her breath deepened. Her eyes were already closed, and she flung her arm over her eyes in a familiar gesture.
She sighed his name again as he worked against the tension in her foot with strong fingers and thumbs. Just hearing her call his name in that pleasure-weakened tone caused his cock to strain even harder. He rested her heel against the top of his thigh and worked on her toes one handed while the other slid smoothly along her calf.
Damon liked the slick feel of her pantyhose, but the supple warmth of the flesh beneath made his pulse feel like jolts of pure heat coursing through his body. As if under a layer of nylon skin, it was like touching her, but not touching her.
The tip of his expanding cock finally pushed through the leg of his briefs and he discreetly adjusted the shaft, nestling the long, thick flesh down his thigh. Tina’s foot was resting an agonizing two inches away while the ooze from his tip wet his leg.
He turned his attention to her other foot, bringing a fresh sigh full of erotic suggestion from her. He lifted her foot a little higher and massaged her calf underneath just as he had the day before, but today his touch was even firmer and more confident.
Tina’s hand casually dropped along the top of her thigh, her fingers resting conspicuously close to the edge of the panties beneath her hose. Damon wondered if she was aware of the way her fingertips lightly raked the nylon.
“Oh Damon, honey,” she sighed deeply, “that feels so…luxurious.”
Her other forearm was still draped over her eyes. Her jaw was hanging slack. Damon was inflamed by the simple gesture of her other hand absently worrying the flesh so near the pouting curve of her pussy. With one hand working her right foot, the other kneading her calf, her left foot dug gently against his thigh.
He finally tucked her feet together on his upper thigh and tentatively ran his hand up her shin to her knee. Gently spidering his fingers into her flesh around the kneecap, he watched her half covered face, waiting to see if she was going to open her eyes and ask what he thought he was doing.
Tina’s only response was deeper, slower breath. She was settling deeper and deeper into a fog of relaxation, and Damon was hoping she’d drift off to sleep the way she had the day before.
His hand carefully moved just above her knee. His fingers pressed into her pliant muscle. She heaved a long, slow intake of breath husky enough to sound like a moan. She arched her hips at the same time, ever so slightly, giving the impression her shapely pussy mound was nodding approval at him.
He had to be seeing things, but in her peaceful state she represented everything lush and supple. She was purely feminine yet so strong and capable. She seemed so vulnerable in her end of the day fatigue, and she became more beautiful than anything Damon had ever imagined.
His hand kneaded its way higher, gradually working along her thigh muscle. Her fingers near her panty line dug deeper into her own flesh, slipping toward the edge of that pale blue border beneath her hose. She half sighed something he couldn’t make out, and realized she was talking as much to the air as him.
He brought his free hand to her other thigh and began kneading both at the same time. While her breathing deepened her heels dug gently into his thigh. The hand beside her pussy curled halfway into a fist. It was as if she wanted to touch herself but couldn’t quite bring herself let him see her do it. He wondered if she was as conscious of the difference in their ages as he, or in his history with her father.
Everything disappeared but his need to go on touching her, stroking deeply into her flesh and sinew until her sighs rippled through the tropical dusk.
His firm hands dug higher, working into the thicker, beefier muscle of her upper thighs. Damon’s cock pulsed with heat. The wet slick against his thigh kept growing until it was soaking through his trousers. The trunk of his shaft nudged up against her heels.
Her thighs felt so firm yet so pliant and yielding. The texture of her nylons was warm and slick against his fingers. He was dying to slide his hands high enough to press his thumbs against the shape of her mound, but his conscience wouldn’t let them go where his heart yearned to see.
Damon took one, heart pounding risk as he dug his thumbs into the meat of her inner thighs about three inches below her pussy. The flesh separated enough to show a telling stain in the gusset of her panties. His cock lurched with rampant need and he couldn’t stop himself from repeating the motion with his thumbs while gently grinding his rock hard shaft against her feet at the same time.
She sighed with sleepy pleasure. He couldn’t ignore how easy it would be to simply slide his thumbs just a little bit higher and test the pliant resilience of her inflamed mound. He was dying to taste her, even through the layers of panties and hose.
She’d fallen asleep again. He gave her upper thighs a deep, careful squeeze and let his hands slide slowly back to her ankles. Then he gently lifted her feet and slid out from under them.
It was time to cook again. He already knew he’d be taking the same detour to cum he had the day before, but as he watched his beautiful young neighbor sleep with her blouse half open, wearing nothing else but her hose and panties, Damon’s desire overpowered his senses. He stood at the end of the couch near her feet and slowly unzipped his trousers. He knew the risk was enormous, but he was so far beyond logic he wasn’t sure he’d ever return.
He finally managed to work his prodigious cock through his open fly. The image of her lying as she was, half dressed and half undressed, felt like something more than a vision. It almost felt as if the air filling his lungs was made of her. He stroked his naked cock, smearing his own ooze along his throbbing shaft.
“You’re amazing,” he barely whispered. “Nothing ever so beautiful.”
Damon stroked his straining cock and watched her just a moment or two more, until one final shred of good judgment led him into the hallway, out of sight. Leaning against the wall just a few, short paces away from her, he pumped his ravenous prick with hot, rampant strokes – with Tina reigning supreme over his senses.
Tina lifted her arm off her eyes and smiled with a dreamy sigh.
“You’re a naughty boy, Damon,” she whispered with a giggle. “Touching your innocent neighbor in such a sexually suggestive way. Daddy would be sooo cross with you. And don’t you know a gentleman is supposed to stick around and finish the job?”
She was soaking through her panties and nylons. She pushed her hand underneath it all and massaged her aching pussy. She thought of him openly stroking his cock as he stood over and watched her. The very idea made her blood sizzle, and she imagined him there now, still, pleasing the beautiful erection she could barely admit to inspiring.
She cooed softly as her fingers inflamed her dripping flesh. She couldn’t help giggling as she imagined the look on Damon’s face if she’d suddenly decided to open her eyes and reveal that she’d been completely conscious the entire time.
The echo of his sweet words of affection were just as clear in her mind as the sensation of his hands teasing their way toward her pussy. It drove her crazy when he’d stopped just before reaching her pussy. God, how she wished those big, sure hands had kept moving.
She wasn’t sure how convincing her sleepy act had been, but in her hyper-aroused condition she found it hard to care. Despite the hot slick of moisture surrounding her pussy, she was relieved to be wearing her panties and hose. She was sure feeling Damon’s hands on her bare skin would drive her far beyond the little control she had left.
She knew it was daringly naughty to tease him in such a short skirt, and with her choice of frilly lingerie, but after the day before, she knew she’d never look at him quite the same way.
When she felt the enormous cock shaft in his pants nudge against the bottoms of her feet she was sure she was going to lose it.
“I know you’re in there stroking that fat, hard cock,” she whispered at the ceiling.
She wanted him to see her now, digging her fingers deeper into her slick channel to stoke her unspoken desires. They wouldn’t even have to touch. Maybe it would be enough to simply witness the depth of each other’s desires.
“Watch me, darling. Won’t you brand me with your cum?” Tina whispered. “Make me your baby girl and I’ll cum so hard just for you.”
Her feet came to rest half way toward her ass as she lifted her hips and shoved her fingers deep inside her clasping pussy. If he came out now she’d never be able to stop. She gulped at the air and pumped herself with hot, anxious strokes, until it felt as if a bright, warm light suddenly burst to life inside her.
Her entire body shivered around her pumping fingers as she rode the light softly back to the cushions under her, back down to herself. She rolled onto her side and sucked the tangy sauce from her fingers.
“It’s so sweet, Damon darling,” she sighed. “One taste and you’ll be mine. I promise.”
She closed her eyes and listened to the muted sound of the shower, then drifted into a very real sleep.
Damon heard everything from his place in the hall. Every word and breath Tina uttered made his cock throb and swell to dizzying heights. Every breath he took brought deeper desire for her rushing into him. He felt like an unscrupulous spy, but hearing what was supposed to be a very private confession of her own desires drove him into the stratosphere. Yet he was supposed to be playing the mature protector, making good on a solemn promise to someone he owed. Fuck. She was in her mid-twenties and had the powerful allure to spin him like a storm. He bit his lip to keep from growling with lust, and fisted his straining cock until his body tensed and his cum erupted in silence.
“What’s all this?” Tina asked when she stepped into Damon’s open salon the following afternoon.
There was a soft mat laid out on the tiles, covered with a burgundy satin sheet. Candles were placed in a wide circle around it, while neatly folded towels and oils had been placed to the side. Damon instantly noted her legs were bare today. He kept most of the satisfied smirk off his face, but he almost chuckled at her surprise at being greeted by him in nothing but a T shirt and briefs.
“This is part of your stress reduction plan,” he announced as he approached her with a full glass of vinho verde. “I was thinking about something you said yesterday.”
“Oh?” she replied, cautious but intrigued.
“You said if it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right. Remember?”
“Um…yes…I think I remember something like that.”
She had to shift the glass from one hand to the other while he removed her tailored jacket.
“I know how you like to be comfortable,” he drawled with a hint of suggestion.
“Thank you, Damon, yes. It’s so much more…relaxing. Would you be a darling and help me with my skirt, too?”
“Gladly, baby girl.”
He noted the way her breath caught when he called her that, and he stifled the devious chuckle that tried to escape.
He touched her waist. Both hands, both sides. His fingers pulled the zipper with barely a whisper. The tight skirt went slack and he peeled it down the curve of her hips.
She touched his shoulder as he knelt and let her take the final two steps out of the skirt. He faced her strong, satin thighs and filled his lungs. The stretchy turquoise thong she was wearing was a bold statement to minimalism, and the way it framed her hips and mound yet barely covered her made his head swim and his cock prickle with warmth.
“Nice,” he breathed. “I like your…uh… sense of style.”
She snickered briefly. “Anything else you like?”
“Hmm, I could tell you, but it might be more interesting to show you.”
Reluctantly, he stood back up and folded her skirt once lengthwise, then placed it over the back of the patio chair on top of her jacket.
When he turned back to face her again, he calmly began unbuttoning her blouse.
“Uh, Damon,” she said, making no move to stop him. “What are you doing, exactly?”
“Well, unbuttoning your blouse…exactly.”
She juggled the wineglass again while he removed it. In her scant thong and matching bra, he couldn’t seem to find one place for his eyes to settle. He shook his head and sighed.
“Feel better?” he asked. His voice was downright solemn.
“Much,” she said, smiling.
She fell silent when he pulled his t shirt over his head, facing her in nothing but his clinging boxer briefs. They’d been swimming together enough that the faint but clear definition of his slender muscularity wasn’t a surprise, but she was looking at him differently now, almost as if she were inspecting him.
He drew her down to the mat, telling her to lie on her stomach and take long, slow breaths. He picked up a small jar of tiger balm. The scent of eucalyptus wafted on the air when he opened the lid and began dabbing her ankles and calves with it. Then he poured sun warmed oil onto his palms and began kneading the sole of one foot with both hands.
Tina uttered a long, deep sigh as he began mashing his thumbs into the bottom of her foot. Her pleasurable approval made his hands feel stronger and more confident. Her body writhed ever so slightly, and the vision of her fluid lines made his cock thicken with fresh heat.
The toes of her other foot dug gently into his knee as he wrapped his oily hands around her calf, squeezing firmly as he pushed toward her knee. He repeated this motion over and over, until the mild tiger balm was spreading a warm tingle over her skin.
“Ohh, Dayyy-mon…” she mewled, as he started with the other side.
He dabbed smears of tiger balm on the backs of her thighs and ass cheeks, then oiled his hands and encircled her thigh with both hands, squeezing and pushing his hands upward. He repeated the motion several times along each one. He kneaded them with slippery crosswise motions, carefully pressing deeply into her sinuous flesh.
He dribbled warm oil over the mounds of her naked buttocks, then leaned onto them with the heels of his hands, pressing his weight into the yielding muscle until Tina responded with a mewling groan. He spread and opened her cheeks before grinding his palms upward along her back, then repeated the motion until her body began to go limp.
Damon’s cock was bursting with heat. He quietly stood, just long enough to push off his briefs and liberate the hot, strutting cock trapped inside them. Then he placed his feet on either side of Tina’s hips and squatted down, straddling her upper thighs. His balls came to rest along the seam between her silk smooth thighs while the aching shaft of his cock lay in the crease between her cheeks.
“Damonnnn,” she whispered, lazily grinding her ass back against his solid shaft.
He reached forward to unclasp her bra. Then he smeared a few more dabs of tiger balm at the base of her spine and along her shoulder blades. He oiled his hands again and ground his palms into the little dimples in her back just above her ass. He leaned a portion of his weight onto his hands, grinding down on the small of her back while greedily but gently mashing his thick cock into the furrow between her ass cheeks.
“Okay?” he asked, almost tentatively.
“Oh, very much so, my darling,” she cooed.
His fingers spidered firmly into the muscles along her back and shoulders, patiently digging and kneading every blood vessel. His cock was broiling with eager desires, steadily spilling the ooze of his precum onto her hot, smooth skin.
Finally, he spanned his broad hands across her lower back, leaning weight on them as he had before, and smoothly stroked his cock between her cheeks, letting his shaft nudge her thong aside as it grazed across her tautly puckered rim.
“Oh, Tina, you feel so soft,” he moaned.
“And you feel so hard,” she giggled dreamily.
He leaned down and kissed the rim of her ear. “Time to roll you over, baby girl.”
“Um, Damon? Did you…uh…happen to hear something you weren’t necessarily supposed to yesterday?”
“I don’t think so,” he crooned. “I think I was meant to hear every word.”
“Under the circumstances, I guess it’s ok. Very very ok.” She ground her ass back against his broiling cock and sighed.
Damon raised back up onto his knees, while Tina rolled onto her back underneath him. She flashed a smile like a sunrise, even with her dreamy, hooded eyes, then her gaze drifted down to the bobbing, wet-tipped pole dancing before him.
“I’m guessing you know how to use that,” she purred.
“Sometimes I even know when,” he grinned.
He shifted his knees so Tina could open her thighs around him. With the tip of his cock barely touching her thoroughly soaked thong, he pulled her feet up to his shoulders. He gripped her left ankle with both hands in a tight circle and slowly rolled his hands down her leg until the heel of his hand pressed her mound and his thumb slid over the slippery lips escaping the edges of her thong.
Damon repeated this motion several times over each of Tina’s firmly curvaceous legs. Her hips had begun to rock gently at his hands every time they reached her pussy. At the same time, he was slipping his cock along the saturated fabric of her thong.
The next time he slipped his hands down Tina’s oiled thigh, he hooked his finger under her thong and pulled it to the side. Then he gripped his cock in the other hand and began rubbing the wet tip across her flushed slit. The passionate Latina purred and leveled heavily lidded eyes on him. Damon’s eyes locked on hers as he pressed the tip of his cock into the snug, slippery entrance to her core.
There was a mixture of mischief and apprehension in her eyes as she heaved a suggestive roll of invitation with her hips. He sensed she expected something more than the simple, ardent invasion of his steaming cock. Whatever she expected him to say, her body was following its own agenda, anxiously trying to work him deeper into her hot clasp by scant degrees.
He was dazed, and yet it felt like tiny explosions were going off throughout his entire body.
She cocked her head slightly while a soft look of concern spread through her delicate features.
“You’re not having second thoughts, are you?” The feline curl to her lips seemed to say she already knew the answer.
“I wanted to let this moment hang a little while,” he said. His cock flexed as he spoke, teasing her slick aperture with hot little pulses. “But then I realized here we are…here I am…about to bury myself inside you as deep as anything ever went anywhere…and yet I’ve never even kissed you. I mean really kissed you. And you can laugh if you want to, but that’s the one thing I’ve thought about most ever since you moved next door and turned my life upside.”
“Then kiss me, Damon darling, and I’ll turn it right side up again. But you must kiss me like you never kissed any woman ever before.”
It was as if the woman lying before him, so ready to take him deep inside her sumptuous body, had suddenly transformed into someone else. Damon didn’t know what to think or say, but his body coursed with steaming blood while his pulse beat like a runaway train.
Silently awaiting his reply, Tina’s hips gave another roll. This wasn’t as subtle as before, and Damon ground himself into her with a deep, growling breath, until his shaft was halfway buried inside her. He leaned down, bringing his face close to hers while he felt her frothy heat envelope his richly aroused cock. A warm sense of calm came over his exterior while he felt pure heat inside.
“Since I’ve never kissed a woman remotely like you, that shouldn’t be hard to do. Every time I look at you all I can see is this gathering of features that never existed until you brought them all together. Those eyes and those lips never occupied the same face until you.”
He touched her face, looking so far into her moist eyes he could practically see her past. She giggled a little nervously and rolled her hips more forcefully, forcing him slightly deeper into her heat. Then he kissed her like a thief stealing into a house while everyone sleeps.
She touched the back of his head while their tongues danced inside the moist cavern between their searching lips. He began to move his demanding cock in a rhythmic glide and she moaned his name into his mouth.
He reared back and drove himself into her a little harder. His chest bore down on her full breasts as his hips began a steady rocking motion, gradually gathering force. She rolled with his every move, his every lunge and spasm, while their kiss became a ravenous attempt to devour everything that was now so clear and present between them.
He gathered her lush breasts in his hands and sucked each tip while he continued rocking his straining cock in and out of her sumptuous body. He felt her beating the side of his arm with a loose fist as mumbles, groans and whimpers steadily rose from her throat.
She rasped out his name and wrapped her warm thighs snugly around his body, anxiously gnashing her hips against the hot drive of his shaft. Damon lost himself and pumped his granite cock into her core with blind force. He was gasping and felt such desperation to merge with her he almost forgot they were two separate people.
Eventually, he reared back, allowing his cock to slip free of her broiling pussy. They looked at each other long enough to catch their breath, until Damon lay beside her, his soaking wet hard on lying across her hip. Her hand curled around his slippery cock and stroked him while he reached for her pussy, stroking her flushed lips and dipping two of his fingers deeply inside.
He brought his wet fingers to Tina’s excited nipples, coating each nub with her own froth before carefully sucking her sweetness from each one. Then he coated her nipples and sucked them a second time, and then a third, until she was cooing his name and rolling her hips against his searching hand.
He guided her to her side, pushing her outer leg upward until her knee was touching the tip of her breast. Leaning against her with his legs scissored over her lower thigh, he guided his cock back to her hot, satin sheath and slid back inside her.
“I need you,” he told her, his balls dragging along her smooth thigh as he slipped deeper inside her. “I’m sorry…I…”
“Shhhh, my darling,” she sighed. “It’s okay. I long to be needed…by you.”
Half behind and half astride her thigh, Damon reached for her breast as he began stroking his cock in and out of her wet grip once again. She turned her face toward him and he caught her lips with his. Every time he lunged into her, she ground back to meet his thrust.
Time changed shape.
Tina suddenly thrust her hand below and raked her fingers along his gliding cock and across her clit with long, swiping strokes. He felt something more than their bodies merge. Her hips ground and rocked uncontrollably as the shuddering ripples of her climax rocked through her, and Damon gave up everything. His body felt light but tense as stone as jolts of creamy pleasure shot through him into her.
She became his entire existence, and when their hearts and breathing finally began to slow down, she rolled back to him, folding perfectly into his embrace, their foreheads touching.
“You might just own me now,” he said. “Like it or not.”
“Like it,“ she said dreamily.
He held her while she drifted, just watching her breathe.
They lay silent and Damon kissed her again. Longer this time. She closed her eyes and smiled with her cheek against the mat. He fingered a dark strand of hair off her face and stroked her skin with the backs of his knuckles. Quiet. Admiring. Breathing in. Breathing out.
After some time had passed – somewhere between a few minutes and hours – Damon took Tina’s hand and guided her to her feet. He led her down the hall and into the master bath where he began filling the tub. She was silent as he knelt down to lower her thong. He laid a tender kiss on her bare mound before standing back up.
She held onto his hand as she stepped into the tub. She lowered her body into the water and he got in behind her, cradling her lushness against him. He reached for the nozzle and began to wet down her hair. Then he took a dab of shampoo into one palm and began to lace his fingers into her chestnut mane, lathering her as he massaged her scalp.
She sighed and leaned back against him.
“Why do you take such good care of me?” she asked.
He paused a moment before answering. “Don’t you know? Can’t you tell?”
“I guess I just wanted to hear you say it. When I first moved in I was afraid you were going to treat me like nothing more than a favor to a friend.”
“Except now you know how much I want you here. Not next door, but here, with me, like this, together.”
“Are you always going to treat me like this?”
“Stick around and see, Tina. I think you’ll find it’s a very friendly neighborhood.”
He kissed her neck and reached around her to grip her breasts with sudsy hands.
“Mmm,” she replied, “so far everyone has been so nice.”
“Everyone?” He suddenly gripped her breasts tightly, forcing a sharp giggle from her.
“Well, everyone that counts, that is,” she said, snuggling tighter against him.
He kissed her neck again, massaging her breasts a moment longer. Now that he had the taste of her skin on his lips he knew it would never fade. He whispered something she could barely hear, then he went on lathering her deep sable hair.
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