Without a plan, I shuffled to the back door. I stood there and got my courage together. Maybe I should turn around and leave her alone. That’s what she said she wanted. She told me to shag off but I just wanted to make things right. I debated if I should use the key to let myself in. I dialed her mobile instead. After it went to voicemail I sent a text message.
[Come downstairs. I’m at your back door.]
I stood away from the door to look up at the upstairs window. My heart was beating fast. I didn’t know what she would do. What if she called the police? That would be a __ nightmare. My true identity would be plastered everywhere if the local police wouldn’t take a pay-off. I would have to explain myself and maybe my sober living experience would come out as well. I was here; taking a chance, knowing it could blow up in my face.
I looked down at my mobile then back up at the top windows. I saw a light come on. She was up. She ignored my call but I just knew she read the text. It was delivered and read.
My mobile buzzed in my hand— a text.
SWEET: [Go home!]
ME: [No let me in. You know there’s a key out here.]
SWEET: [GO HOME!!!]
ME: [2 minutes please open the door]
I watched for a reply on my mobile. Nothing.
I stood away from the door. I was relieved when the kitchen light came on. I heard the locks on the door. I hurried to the door as she opened it. I rushed past her and inside the confines of the kitchen.
“What the fuck do you want?” She was holding the back door open.
“Close the door. You’ll let the mosquitos in.”
She reluctantly closed the door with one hand and held her satin robe closed with the other. I walked further into the room until I was in the hall and standing at the bottom of the stairs that led to her flat. Her eyes noticed my bandaged hand.
“Jason.” I didn’t correct her when she called me that name. She followed me.
We were standing face to face in the hall. In my head, I rehearsed what I was going to say.
“I couldn’t sleep. I needed to see you. I just couldn’t leave things the way we left them. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I—”
Maybe I should have let her speak before I pressed my lips on top of hers and pushed my tongue deep into her mouth. My body didn’t have a pause button. My arms wrapped around her body and held her close to me. Her lips were so inviting and I couldn’t help myself.
“J—”
“Yes, I’m Jagger.”
“Jagger.” She sighed into my mouth and my cock vogued in my trousers. My tongue invaded her mouth and went to town. My hands found her rear and pushed her body into mine. She wasn’t wearing any panties under her short satin robe. I bent and picked her up off her feet wrapping her legs around my waist. She held on to me tightly with her arms wrapped around my shoulders.
The stairs were steep but I carefully walked up them with Kat in my arms. Once on the second floor and carried Kat into her bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. Her robe fell open exposing a thin white dressing gown. I could see her ample breasts and dark nipples. I was going to get another chance to shag this princess. I was hungry for her and I didn’t care about her clothing. I wanted to be inside her. I hurriedly removed my clothing kissing her in between every garment I discarded. After a frenzy of pulling we both were completely nude.
Her eyes were a dream to me. I thought I’d never see them again. My throat went dry thinking about what a tragedy that would’ve been. I kissed her lips.
“I’m sorry.” I pushed my solid cock into her open legs and without help from my hands, he found his way inside. She spread her legs to help me enter.
“Fuck!” My eyes rolled back as I was pulled deep inside of her. This was pure ecstasy and better than that drug.
I tucked my arms under her body. We were wrapped like a burrito. I had her and there was no way she could escape. My thrusts were tantric, rhythmic and concise. Every swing was a home run. Every hit was a grand slam. Our bodies fused together like puzzle pieces. I needed to have the pleasure of her company like I needed air. I buried my face in her neck and soaked up the smell of her aroma.
The lull of her pussy was unmatched. Why did she have me so fucked up in the head? Why was drowning in her pussy and loving every second of it?
My dick was trying to blast so I had to lift up. I looked down at her. She looked like an angel with her eyes closed. Her mouth was open and moaning every time I plowed in deep.
I rocked into her and used my cock to stir her juices into a warm cocktail of pleasure.
“Open your eyes.” Her eyes opened slowly. We were gazing at each other. “Do you like this?” I hit her with one of my best strokes.
“Yesssss.” I groaned.
“You can’t leave me, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.” She murmured.
I bent to kiss her plump lips. I winced when she used her muscles to squeeze my cock. I didn’t want to come. I wanted to savor her insides. I wanted to bath in her liquid honey. Her tangy pussy sauce was my new jam. Holding on to my bloody cum
