A Wifey for the Bad Boy(228)

Our fingers locked together, the angel and the devil combining and turning each other inside out. My flesh became her flesh. I started to feel the prickles on my own skin when she would rub her hand over her flat stomach. We fell to the floor and rolled around, my hands on her naked skin, hers pulling away my clothes. My long blonde hair fell over her chest as I moved down her body, sucking on her breasts and teasing the nipples with my teeth. I felt her shudder, and I enjoyed the gasps of sweet agony as the pain blurred with pleasure. The angel had turned into the devil. We were one and the same. I slid my hand down the middle of her body and found the wet patch between her legs. I plunged my fingers in and started to curl them slowly, watching her face contort with delight, not knowing where I ended and she began. I rose up and she groped at my breasts and neck, flailing against me as the pleasure became too much. All I wanted to do was service her, to unleash all the love that I had been storing up inside, to break her body with everything I had and wreck her for anyone else. I wanted to show her that she didn't need anyone else. All she needed was me and my love and we could be happy.

Bea shook her head and tried to claw my hand away.

“It should be you,” she moaned, her words barely audible through the groaning noise that emanated from her arching neck, but I resisted. This was one fight Bea was not going to win. As her fingers tore at my wrist I dug my fingers in even further, feeling her insides accommodate me, feeling her body writhe, dancing to the tune that my fingers were creating. A delicious smile came upon my face as I watched her at my mercy, laying flat on the floor, her arms now hanging limply by her said, her body a slick, sweaty mess. Her cheeks were flushed and her heart pounded in her chest.

“I've wanted this for so long. It's for you, it's all for you,” I said, and worked her pussy until the orgasm exploded inside and the ripples passed through her body. Her head twisted as did her body, but I swung my legs around to hold her in place and I kept going, torturing her with pleasure, making her cum so much my hand was soaked and the room was filled with the smell of her. I stimulated and stroked her sweet spots, causing a chain reaction of orgasms to flood her body, until she finally begged me to stop.

I finally extricated my hand and leaned over her, kissing her softly, although she strained to catch her breath.

“That was intense,” she said, and I caressed her body with my wet hand, laying next to her, cuddling up to her so that we were still connected. I never wanted to leave her side. Never wanted to be anywhere but with her. I waved my fingers over her heaving chest and looked in awe at the glory of her body, at the mess I had made of her. She was still trying to catch her breath. She gulped a lot, and clung to me as though the room was spinning.

“I'd do you but I think I'm physically incapable. I don't think I'll be able to move for hours,” she said. I merely smiled and kissed her on the side of her head, nuzzling into her, breathing in her scent.

“That suits me. I don't want to go anywhere,” I said, and we remained on the floor for the rest of the night. Aaron was but a distant memory. I was the love of her life, and now it was finally out in the open.





Chapter 5

“These need to go,” she said, holding her hair in her hand. I smiled as we took a break from a lovemaking and she led me to the sink. I held out her hair while she chopped it off, just as she had done all those years ago, and I watched the strands flutter down until her hair was short again. She was back to the Bea I knew, the Bea I loved. Whatever spell Aaron had cast upon her had been dispelled and she was back to her old self.

“I never knew the art of making love before,” I said, relaxing in bed. She crawled over and kissed me again, and this time she made love to me, returning the pleasure I had given her, our symbiosis complete. Her fingers touched me, her legs were sprawled over mine, and our sheets were soaked by the time we were through.

When it was over I looked at her. I was about to tell her the three words that I had always wanted to tell her, but just before I did she looked at me with glassy eyes and smirked at me.

“We should do this more often, it's going to be good therapy for my break up. Thank you for doing this. I really appreciate it,” she said, and gave me a deep kiss, a kiss that surely must have meant something, but the way she acted she thought that I was just doing her a favor, that I was only doing this to heal the wounds that Aaron had scarred her with, not that it was a pure genuine expression of love, of the feelings between us. I was stunned and as she pulled her jeans on I couldn't bring myself to say all the things I was feeling inside because the words were a jumble in my mind.