“Those people don’t exist anymore and that life was buried a long time ago…,” she says quietly letting the words trail off. Not really sure if she’s talking about his past, or hers.
“Yep, you’re right, there’s only right here and right now…,” he kisses the top of her head and squeezes her tighter.
These two damaged souls have found contentment and peace, as they bask in the beauty of what is growing between them.
The sun dips behind the tree line, at their backs, making the shadows come out and dance. The bullfrogs and cicada’s begin their nighttime chorus, their voices filling the air like surround sound.
“Come on, Angel, let’s go make some S’mores,” John says as he starts to stand.
“S’mores?!” the excited surprise is obvious in Elsie’s voice. “I haven’t had those in years,” she laughs.
“Well, we’re gonna have some now, and we’re going to eat them until we get sick, I love them,” John smiles down at her like a naughty boy. “Some things about being an adult are pretty cool, like eating all the S’mores you want.”
*
John reluctantly takes Elsie home. It’s 10:00 and neither one of them wanted the night to end. He parks his truck around the corner and refuses to let her walk in by herself. Which made Elsie very happy, she wasn’t ready to leave him yet, the thought of it made her ache inside. He walked her up to her apartment, and now they’re standing in the dark kitchen, his body filling the space and making her quiver inside.
“I’m going to finish what we started the night I brought you home, Elsie,” his voice is low and thick, and so sexy it makes her flush with heat.
“Ok,” she says her voice so high it almost comes out like a squeak. She clears her throat, embarrassed by the way she sounded.
“Don’t be nervous, Angel,” he says as he trails a finger across each breast and down her abdomen, the caress makes her breath hitch. Then, that burning finger slips between her legs. He lowers his mouth and kisses her roughly. Elsie gasps into John’s mouth at the intensity of his touch. He takes both of her hands in one of his and lifts them over her head. He presses her against the door and yanks her shirt and her bra up, exposing her aching breasts to him.
“Your tits are so beautiful, Angel, I can hear them calling me to take them in my mouth,” he whispers roughly, as he grazes his lips across the hardened pink points.
Elsie’s head falls back against the door as she gasps, silently begging for him to suck them, bite them, pinch them, anything just, please do something.
“I know you want me to take them in my mouth, Angel,” he says smiling, with his lips hovering just above the tip. His tongue flicks out and brushes against them, teasing and taunting them with the pleasure she knows he can give her.
“Oh, God,” Elsie moans, as she thrusts her chest out, trying to get some satisfaction.
John’s hand presses her firmly back against the door.
“Stay still, Angel, don’t move, or I won’t make you cum,” he warns her quietly.
His warm breath is licking Elsie’s skin with a fiery heat, and the fingers splayed across her stomach slide into her pants, making her loins clench in needy anticipation.
Oh, yes, please, fuck me now, right here, Elsie’s mind screams. Her body is stiff, every nerve ending is alive and waiting for John’s touch.
John’s hand slides down Elsie’s taut stomach and opens her pants.
“I’m going to let your hands loose, don’t move them,” he tells her.
“Ok,” she whispers.
He loosens his grip and lowers his hand. He takes a handful of her shirt and bra and pulls them over her head and throws them to the floor behind him. Elsie’s breathing has become heavy and erratic. He lowers himself in front of her and pulls her pants down as he goes. He’s holding the bunched up pants, gathered around her ankles, as he presses his face into the bald V at the apex of her thighs.
“Mmmmm, you smell so fucking good, like you want to get fucked, Angel, it makes me crazy,” he growls into her sex. He flicks his tongue quickly across her wet folds teasing her and it makes her jump. “You, Angel, are my kryptonite,” he says giving her a heavy sucking kiss on her V.
Elsie drops her head back, breathing in deeply, and bangs her head on the door.
John frees her legs and feet from her pants and sneakers, then throws them behind him to go with her other clothes. He slowly stands, sliding his hands up her thighs, one stopping on her stomach, with his fingers pointing down while the other continues up the curves of her body to take her hands again.
“I’m going to play with you now, Angel,” he warns her huskily, with his face pressed against the curve of her neck. His teeth are nibbling a hungry line across her shoulder.
Elsie feels so deliciously exposed, spread wide open and bare, with her back pressed against the door. She can feel how wet she’s gotten in just the few minutes John’s held her like this. John looks at her, she gets wet. He says her name, she gets wet. John exists, she gets wet. She’s torn between wanting him to fuck her hard and fast, she’s so close to cumming, and wanting him to torture her by teasing her and making her wait.
John’s hands move slowly down to cup Elsie’s sex, his fingers dancing through her folds and into her hole. They begin to slide slowly, deliciously, torturously, back and forth, teasing her, taking her higher and higher. Finally his fingers clasp tightly on her clit and then pluck it. His mouth consumes hers, plunging his tongue in, stroking her mouth, her lips, her teeth. He sucks her lips as he
