Page 6 of Something More

Chapter Six

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Payton

He's eating me out like he's been locked up at one of those prison islands where everyone has to fight for their food and the guards are as miserable as the prisoners. The first touch of his tongue on me was so startling I didn't even realize what was going on. Not really. All I could do is lay and take it. Now my body is taking over and my mind is shutting off.

I realize I'm supposed to be mad at Ford and that this thing between us isn't fully over yet but...the man just seems to know exactly what to do to my body to make it feel better than sin being with him like this. And the noises he makes while he's eating me are enough to turn a nun on.

I work my fingers around his belt and start on his zipper. If he's going to play dirty and try to use my body to make me forget what an ass he is...well, two can play that game. His cock springs forth nearly slapping me in the face. Holy Shit!

My eyes widen as I take in the size of Ford's massive cock. How the hell am I supposed to fit that inside of me? Who the hell can walk with this thing between their legs? He would never be without a weapon -if he drops his gun he can just take his dick out and beat the bad guys to death!

At the top of the massive unit is a pearl of semen that has me licking my lips in anticipation. What will he taste like? Will I be any good at this? God, I hope I am!

"Payton! Don't!"

Like I would listen to him. Especially not after all the times he's apparently made decisions for me without me even knowing about it. I wrap my hands around his thickness and lower my head. I think fast about the way I want to handle him because I know I won't have a lot of time if he tries to stop me. I would love to build him up, lick him like a lollipop or an ice cream cone. But that's not going to happen this time. This time I have to be straightforward and quick or else I won't get to do it.

I close my eyes and open my mouth...and wrap my lips around the top of his cock. His flavor hits my tongue almost immediately as I slide him to the back of my mouth. He groans out my name and suddenly the sense of power I have rises to a whole new level - one I didn't know existed.

"Payton!" He pulls my hips down so that my pussy is all but smothering him. How is he even breathing like this? He buries his face, eating me like I'm trying to take it away from him. I gasp which allows his cock more room to slide down the back of my throat. The end result is him going at my lady bits even more.

Having him in my mouth, his tongue batting my clit back and forth has me rolling my eyes and sucking him harder. We seem to be locked in this endless cycle of pleasure with one another. It just keeps driving both of us higher and higher until I'm about to explode.

His cock swells in my mouth and somehow I instinctively realize he's about to cum. The fact only pushes my ever-growing ache to new levels. I can't hold in the whimper that seems to push past my lips as I wrap them around his thickening girth and try to take him even deeper. And then...I break. My body starts pulsing and clenching around his darting tongue at the same time he fills my mouth up with rich, warm cream.

I drink him down in long gulps as my body spasms over and over again until I'm wrung dry...and so is he. I pop him out of my mouth and lay my head on his lower stomach as I try to catch my breath and come to terms with what really just happened. He must be doing the same because for a long time all we do is lay in silence with the air cooling our sweat-slick bodies and the sound of a clock ticking somewhere nearby fills the silence.

Eventually, he rolls me off of him and stands. I'm still so out of it, when he comes back and starts cleaning me and him up I jerk like I'm shocked someone is in the room with me and I'm not by myself having a religious experience. He uses the cloth between my thighs and it's then that I realize I might have whisker burn there come tomorrow. There is a lot about all of this I am not used to, like having my legs spread so far apart for so long. That is going to come back and bite me in the ass tomorrow too when the ache catches up with the misused muscles.

I let him clean me. He doesn't just take his time with me, he stares. The entire time he is using the rag his eyes are following the same path looking at the flesh hidden in between my legs. It has me lifting my hips off the bed and whimpering for more. Holy Shit! Did I just turn into a nympho? After only one sexual experience? Is that even possible?

I check in with myself and realize that if I was a nympho I wouldn't care who was doing this to me. I would just be after the feeling. But that’s not how this is at all. When I think of someone else doing this to me, with me, I would not be alright with that. It is just Ford. He is the one I find sexy, the one turning me on and making my body sing for him. Ford is the one I feel safe with.

He helps me dress in clothes I honestly thought I had misplaced months ago. All during this time, we don't say a word. Finally, after both of us are dressed he takes my hand and leads me to the front door. Before he opens the door to let me out he halts and turns to look at me with his big, sexy eyes.

"You come to me tomorrow."

His words hit me in all the wrong ways. It's demanding and bossy and reminds me of why I'm so pissed at him. "In your love shack?"

I drag my eyes across the room we are standing in. There is a simple couch and end table and everything in the room looks very neat and orderly. If this is a love shack it is a sucky one.

He laughs and my eyes dart back to his as he leans forward and takes my mouth with his. I can still taste and smell myself on him. I lose myself in the kiss before he pulls back and looks down at my recently kissed lips. "At home."

He means on the island. He wants me to come to the house he recently bought on the island. A house I have not been to yet, despite me having basically picked the damn house out for him. If he wants me to meet him at home it means he’s making a statement about us - he wants to take this thing further, maybe not keep it a secret. If I go to his house on the island everyone will find out. There won't be any privacy like here where no one knows who we are.

He pins me with his eyes. "At home." I nod, showing him I understand what he is telling me. I just haven't made up my mind if I'm going to fall in line with what he wants just yet. There's a lot to process and for the first time where things concern Ford I'm not listening to just instinct any longer. This time we aren't children and something even more important is on the line than playground ego and childhood dreams. This time my heart is involved and the last thing I want to do is suffer the pain of loving someone not fully in love with me. I need something more. So, no, I haven't made up my mind if I am going to come to him. I haven't made up my mind at all.

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