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Thou Shalt Not(29)



It took a little rearranging of the fridge to make space for the bowl, but after a minute or two, I made it work. Normally, my fridge was pretty bare, stocked only with essentials. Milk, eggs, bacon, beer—you know, the pillars of the male refrigerator. But, when Holly showed up for one of our rounds, the whole grocery store could be found in my fridge. Another point in her book.

I closed the fridge and turned around, stretching my arms out over my head. She was standing in the middle of the living room, maybe ten feet in front of me. I froze mid-stretch.

Her blonde hair looked unruly, untamed, like she had just woken up from a nap. Her lips were pouty and her eyes were glazed. She was wearing a tight, pink fitted t-shirt that stopped just above her hip bones. A few inches further down she was wearing white lace panties, pulled down just enough so that I could see the small star tattoo that normally stayed hidden. The tattoo had been a “drunken high school mistake” that she now wore with pride.

Holly walked straight toward me, and when she was close enough, I pulled her by her hips the rest of the way. I slid my hands down behind her and gripped her ass, pulling her up. Her legs instinctively lifted and wrapped around my waist. I could feel myself grow instantly hard.

“Couch” was all she said between frantic kisses, and so I carried her over to the couch in the living room. We fell backwards, too consumed by what was happening with our mouths to stop. Holly was now straddling me. She was grinding her lower body into mine. My hands found the bottom hem of her shirt. I pulled it up and off, revealing a matching white lace bra. I quickly reached behind her, and with one flick unhooked it. She grabbed the strap and threw it across the room as her breasts fell and bounced into place. I stopped everything for a moment and just looked at her body.

It was amazing to me that I could see the same woman naked so many times, and it still have the same effect on me like it was the first time.

I grabbed her by the sides of her head and pushed up, giving my mouth and lips and tongue access to her chin and neck. I kissed her chin, and then greedily kissed down her neck. She continued grinding into me and even though I was still in my dress pants I could feel how wet she was. I wanted nothing more than to be inside of her. So I told her, right before my mouth landed on her breast. I cupped one breast in each hand and lifted her right breast toward my mouth. I traced all the way around her areola with my tongue a few times quickly, before taking her nipple into my mouth. She leaned back and moaned, her lower body now pushing harder into mine. I repeated with her left breast, and she moaned louder. My mouth went back up to hers, and we kissed a hot, sweaty, sloppy kiss.

She pushed me back against the couch and grabbed my tie at the neck.

“God, I fucking love this tie,” she said as she yanked down on it. She threw it across the room and it landed on top of her bra.

My shirt buttons were undone quickly and my shirt was off and into the ever-growing clothing pile on the floor.

“Stand up,” she ordered, and I immediately obliged. My belt was off before I knew it and she pulled my pants to the ground. I kicked them away as she grabbed my dick through my boxers and lightly bit down along the outline of it. She growled and then my boxers were at my ankles.

She took my throbbing dick into her hand and began quickly stroking it.

“God,” was all I could say. I laced my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. Then I opened them, because I wanted to see what she was doing.

She pushed my dick up against my body and used her tongue to lick from the top of my balls all the way along the underside of my dick. When her tongue came up and reached the tip, she opened her mouth wide and took me as far in as she could. She sucked, hard. Then she slid me out of her mouth and repeated the process.

“If you keep going I am going to come in your mouth,” I said.

She looked up, my cock in her mouth, and smiled, sucking harder than before.

“Oh fuck,” I said.

Then, she stopped and pushed me back onto the couch as she stood up. Her panties were directly at my eye level, so grabbed them and yanked them down. She was very wet.

I leaned forward, grabbing her ass and pulling her toward my face. My tongue parted her and found her, sticky and wet and delicious. I ran my tongue up along her pussy, tasting her. My hands spread her legs apart some more, and I slid two fingers inside her while my tongue found her clit.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, and I could actually feel her become more wet as I slid my fingers into her pussy before slowly dragging them back out. I had been with a few girls after Carrie died. But, no one got as wet as Holly. I loved it.

She pushed me back against the cushions and leaned forward, kissing me hard and square on the mouth. Then she grabbed my hand, the one that had been inside her, and put my fingers into her mouth, sucking them.