Diego was sitting on the living room couch, enjoying a beer. He hadn’t seen Crystal in days; she sure made herself scarce after he made his latest faux pas. He nuked the audio system’s remote via inattention, which he scrabbled to replace… but the problem stood. He should have been paying more attention, especially since the batteries exploded and took the microwave out with the remote.
He was hard, he realized suddenly. He’d been thinking of the delectable minx he lived with. She didn’t act like normal beautiful women acted. She wasn’t snide, she didn’t denigrate him, even after he nuked the remote and destroyed the microwave. In fact, she’d just told him to buy a brand new LG microwave in white and she got it from Target. The remote was a little harder to replace, but he called the manufacturer and paid for the replacement that day. It had yet to arrive.
She had curves in all the right places with enough meat on the bone to fill up both questing hands, he thought. She aroused him so effortlessly, too, even when she wore sweats or shapeless clothing that left everything vague and out of view. Clothing that didn’t even engage the imagination to say there was a body underneath. Everything about her was alluring… her rainbow colored hair, her mirror-like eyes. He still didn’t know what color her eyes were after months of trying to figure it out. One day, they looked green, another they were blue, and the next they were grey. Hell, once he’d seen them looking brown, too. A very light-colored brown — almost yellow, really. They couldn’t have been yellow, but there was something going on with the lighting or the clothes she wore made them look a little different every day.
Her hair color changed every couple of weeks, too, making it that much harder. He should just ask her, he thought, which is when Sansara put “grey” into his mind. Diego looked around, wondering whether or not he was alone. He’d been alone for days, so he assumed that pattern would continue. Despite being in the middle of the living space, he started to rub himself through his jean shorts. He was about ready to take it to his room when he heard the pitter patter of another human being on the stairs.
He gulped and tried to situate himself so he wouldn’t be displaying himself to her when she reached the first floor. He picked up his beer and drank the rest quickly, preparing to sprint to his room once she reached the kitchen.
“Diego, are you alone down there?” she asked from the second floor, where he couldn’t see her. Now that was an odd question, indeed. Manny hadn’t been over in a few days, that was certain, but he didn’t ask his married pal to hang out more than once a week. Perhaps she hadn’t observed that as their pattern.
“I am,” he said somewhat gruffly, unintentionally raising his voice louder than he meant to. Her own query had been soft and it somehow made him that much harder, even though he was trying to get the boy down. That’s the last thing he needed… Crystal kicking him out for sexual harassment.
“Would you come here, please?” she asked, her tone exactly the same. Now he was screwed… he either had to show her his bulging pants as he ascended to her or talk her into coming to the front room instead. He decided to try the latter to save face.
“Is there any way I can talk you into coming down here instead?” he asked, much softer than the first time he spoke to her.
“I suppose I can do that,” she replied and unsteadily descended the stairs to the living room. He grimaced, thinking he was a true asshole for making her climb down the extra staircase. He rose to his feet, forgetting his little problem in his pants momentarily, and walked to the bottom of the stairs to look at her.
His breath caught in his throat just then. She was an absolute vision today. Her mane of hair was parted like usual, leaving the majority of it on one side. Today’s hair style included blue and purple, two colors he loved deeply. She was wearing a gauzy pink gown or robe or something that brushed against her ankles as she moved. It had long, fluttery sleeves. And then, as if that was too girly for her, she’d put on a spiked black choker and two matching wrist cuffs. But, moreover, the swell of her breasts was on display and he wanted his hands on them immediately.
She stopped as he appeared, staring at him for about five seconds before finishing her descent. He held his arms out to her, looking for a hug. Wordlessly, she slid her arms around him and hugged him, settling her head on his shoulder.
“You look… amazing,” he managed, inhaling deeply as he realized she smelled all kinds of delightful in addition to looking like a femme fatale. His hands rubbed over her back gently as he held her close. She didn’t seem to want to break contact. Just then, he became erect again. He thought if he could have nosebleeds on command, this would be such a time.
One of the spikes in her choker was poking into him, but he ignored it, trying to impart his sexual energy without being a nuisance while she chose to remain close. She relaxed noticeably, her shoulders becoming less tense as he both watched and touched her.
Diego hoped against everything rational in the universe that she’d turned that pretty (if slightly frowning) face up to his and ask him to make love to her. She’d never indicated she wanted to do the deed to him before, but he couldn’t help it. She was like a fragile flower in that moment and he wanted to take in the scent forever, memorializing it with a bout of sensuality.
She pressed up against him as he continued to rub her back, moaning so softly he almost didn’t hear it. He decided to continue rubbing, but moved his hands to her arms to rub over her biceps in a slow circular motion. “If you keep doing that, I might have to pay you,” she murmured, lifting her head and opening her eyes to look at him. As if she remembered herself suddenly, she pulled away, but not in a rush as if it were a mistake altogether. That gave him some hope.
Her hand accidentally brushed his erection as she parted from him. She blinked several times, then looked down. She nodded, to herself, he thought, and then started to walk away from him, toward the kitchen.
“I’m… uh… sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve held a lady like that,” Diego practically stammered after her.
She paused in her trek to the kitchen, turning to look at him. “So all the ladies get that kind of response out of you?” she asked. Her face was earnest and her voice was devoid of malice, but it made him wince nonetheless.
“No, ma’am,” he said, following her. “Just one lady that I know of. You.” His eyes strayed to her chest, noting again how lovely she was in that filmy excuse for clothing. He thought he could see her skin through it, just barely.
She let him close the gap between the two of him, the corners of her lips turned up ever so slightly. “Is that so, Diego? How did I earn that sort of loyalty?” she teased him.
“Simply by being yourself, my lady. I really would like to kiss you, woman,” he added, deciding to state the obvious to her and dealing with whatever came afterward. She’d moved again and they found themselves in the kitchen.
“May I have some water first, Sir Deli Man?” she asked coquettishly, her eyelashes fluttering at him. He nodded eagerly. He not-so-secretly loved the moniker she’d given him. It was so… noble, really, even though the profession had zero nobility associated with it.
He thought about how he’d switched work places to appease her demands. She knew a lady he had worked with was into him and she hated that he’d go out once every few months to see her. She made that clear when she told him to get rid of all his female acquaintances.
He watched her lean over, acquiring a clean glass from the dishwasher. Showcasing her ample heiny. He saw he could definitely just barely see through that dress and he wanted to put his hands where his eyes were resting. He folded them in front of him instead, waiting patiently like a gentleman.
“I… um… So how is everything? We haven’t spoken since I blew up the kitchen.” She was silent, so he added, “I missed you.”
She gave him the biggest smile just then, filling her water glass. He thought his heart might stop, really. He never really knew how to handle her, but he was finding that making uncomplicated and straight-forward statements were for the best. If he just asked for what he wanted, she was more than accommodating most of the time. She drank about half her water before setting it down on the spotless counter and coming to him this time.
She slid her arms around his neck and turned her face up toward his, murmuring, “I think you said you’d like a kiss? You may kiss the bride.” She really could be quite the seductress when she put her mind to it, he thought, as he lowered his lips to hers. Bride, huh? Did that mean to her they were married?
He groaned softly as she pulled herself closer, her body pressing against his. His hands went to her ass. He could no longer help himself… he had wanted to squeezes her ass cheeks for eternity now. A noise that sounded appreciative came from the woman in his arms and that’s when he decided he had better ask what she meant by “You may kiss the bride.”
His hands slid up to her waist and the kiss ended as gently as it began. His need was great, but this woman was a delicate rose whose petals unfolded one by one from kindness and tenderness. “Crystal, does that mean we’re married in your terms?” he asked her, his eyes searching hers for the answer. She smiled at him, looking happy as can be as she nodded once.
“As long as you wish to be,” she replied. “Maybe even longer than you wish to be,” she added, with a look of concern emerging.
“Hot diggity,” he murmured to her, gently turning her to her side in order to scoop her up in his arms. He took her to the counter to retrieve her water and then carefully took her up to his room. He was grateful for the wide open archways throughout the house, making it simpler. He’d feel terrible if he hurt her during this silly display of his.
She looked beyond delighted, but suddenly said, “Do you mind if we go to my room? I can walk if you’re getting tired,” she teased gently. He simply smiled at her and carried her up to her bedroom, depositing her gently on the bed. She set her glass of water down on the bedside table before looking at him sincerely.
“Diego… I can’t consummate with my hip the way it is,” she began, biting her lip and shaking her head, looking ever so sad. “I really want to, but it hurts too much.”
“What can I do to help you?” he asked, though he wasn’t motivated by his loins in that moment. Nay, he loved the woman and had for ages now. He’d do anything to help her feel better.
She looked shy, suddenly. Was there a trace of a blush? She didn’t make eye contact right away at all, but when she did, she said, “Well, a massage would most likely help me. I’ve been doing exercises for almost a year now, trying to get things right again, but it’s not as easy or fast as I’d hoped for. And, well, I don’t ever want to have sex while in pain ever again.”
He nodded, agreeing with her completely. “I’ll do it. I’ll give you a massage, even if we don’t have sex until you’re better. Even if it takes a while. I just hope… well… do I have consent to think about you while I’m alone?”
She blinked at him several times, giving that eyelash flutter again. “Just because I can’t do that part doesn’t mean I won’t help you relax,” she said, putting stress on that word in a way that made his eyebrows shoot upward.
He found himself nodding. Yup, she’s the woman for me, he thought. “Well… thank you, minx. Why don’t you start by getting yourself relaxed so I can rub you all over?” he asked.
She licked her lips, nodding. She removed the choker and wrist cuffs and laid down on the bed, her arms folding to prop her head up off the mattress. Diego wondered where the three felines were, since he’d seen them on the bed aplenty, but the thought took egress the moment his hands were on her body. Everywhere he touched, her muscles relaxed, one by one.
After a few moments, he straddled her recumbent form and got serious about rubbing her back. He started at the base of her spine, pressing his hands flat on her, using firm but gentle pressure to stroke upward to her shoulder blades and her neck. Every time he did this, either her body reacted or she made a soft noise of enjoyment. It didn’t take long for his buddy to be at attention again, if you know what I mean.
His hands followed through, rubbing over her arms slowly. It seemed like she would never stop appreciating his touch, honestly. He thought he could do this for the rest of the night. He also thought about how he could just masturbate right there and cum on her back, if she’d let him. Just then, she sighed, “Lower, pretty please.”
“With pleasure,” he replied, scooting back so he was straddling her knees instead. It wasn’t every day a woman asked you to fondle her ass, he thought, as he started to massage in a circular motion over her buttocks. She gave out a loud moan suddenly, making his eyes go wide. He was hoping there’d be some sort of happy ending, because this was beyond erotic for him and they were hitting the forty five minute mark, he noted as he checked her bedside alarm clock.
He changed tactics several times, settling on a soft stroke over her legs and rear end. What he really wanted to do was hike that dress up, spread her cheeks, and penetrate her deeply. He didn’t want to make her move a muscle, now that she was almost completely relaxed. He decided to be diligent and scoot down one more time, rubbing his hands over her calves and feet.
To his surprise, she turned over. The dress turned out to be a fancy robe, which was now wide open. She was shrugging out of it, moving to disrobe completely, and suddenly the woman was very much naked and facing him. She laid down again after that, pushing the robe off the side of the bed. Her eyes were closed, he noted. He grinned, taking that as his cue to rub the other half of her.
“Do you perchance have massage oil?” he asked her suddenly. To his minor surprise, she retrieved some from her nightstand, handing him a bottle. It was like striking gold, in his eyes. He pumped some onto his hands and started rubbing her from the toes upward, noting she was somewhat splayed rather than keeping her legs tight together. He stared appreciatively at her body as his hands worked their magic on her, watching her relax even further.
By the time Diego found her completely relaxed and pliant, he realized she’d fallen asleep on him. He smiled, lying down next to her before he stroked her cheek gently, deciding he’d do his best not to wake her. She woke up anyway and looked at him like her world revolved around him in that moment. (Which is because it did. Do you know how much it sucks to have a dislocated hip?)
One of her hands rose to touch his face in return. She studied him silently for a while before taking the hand on her cheek and depositing it on her left breast. “I think I feel good enough to show you most of the perks of being married now. Maybe there are a couple we can save for later.”
Nosebleed. He was literally bleeding out of his nose, this time. She looked concerned as she pulled a box of tissues from her nightstand, offering them to him. “Are you alright?” she asked, as he fought to control it. He nodded, stuffing a tissue up his right nostril, looking apologetic as he did so.
“I’m glad,” she told him, stroking his cheek again. Looks like you need the doctor,” she said with her Bogart voice before pushing him down on the bed. “Good thing the doctor is in.”
She stood up then, playing with her phone for a moment. He was confused until a playlist started up. He decided to stay put and see what would happen next. She set the phone down, then climbed back onto the bed, straddling him this time. She gazed down at him, looking like a goddess. He desperately wished he didn’t have clothes between them just then, especially since she brushed up against his arousal on purpose, her hands slipping under the hem of his shirt to pull it upward.
He sat up enough to allow her to pull his t-shirt off of him, which joined her chemise on the floor. He groaned softly as that put her into full contact with his hard cock, which felt amazing even through his clothes. Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more teasing, she scooched down and starting to forcefully pull his shorts away. At least she was careful to pull them over his engorged member, he thought, as she quickly undressed him.
He wondered then if her need was as urgent as his own. Did she hide it all this time? He stared down at her, hoisting himself up by the elbows to do so. He was not disappointed in the least as he watched her crawl until she was inches away from his throbbing cock, studying it. “You’re so big,” she said then, looking up at him. For the first time in his life, he blushed.
He found himself scrabbling for another tissue as her head bobbed forward, deftly taking his length into her mouth. Her hands came up, her fingers wrapping around the base of his erection so she wouldn’t have to take more than she was comfortable with into her mouth at once. She treated him like a lollipop, snaking her tongue all over the place in between instances of her head darting forward. Her eyes were open and on his, transfixing him as he moaned in sheer delight.
“Oh, my God, Crystal, please don’t stop,” he begged her. In response, she slapped his cock against her cheek, making her eyes as big and innocent-looking as possible. “Don’t stop what?” she asked him.
He found one hand going to the back of her head, trying to guide her back to that which she had just stopped doing. “Nuh-uh, no hands, young man,” she said. He pulled his hand away and as he did, she returned to bobbing her head with his cock in her mouth. Her fingers were massaging the base as her tongue slid against the underside of his shaft. She threw in a tongue swirl over the glans of his member before teasing his frenulum with the tip of the pink muscle.
He was spellbound. He never wanted it to end, he wanted to cum in her mouth, he wanted her to ride him like a cowgirl and take him for everything he was worth. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to reciprocate. He resigned to the fact that he was never going to want another woman in his life. Of all the people he’d ever slept with, this was his very first blowjob and she was amazing.
She smiled up at him, as if she knew his thoughts, and crawled closer to him. He noted she’d covered him in ample amounts of saliva just as he glided straight into her while she held him still in order to mount his rock hard dick. She moaned so loudly as she slid onto him, he almost wondered if she was hurt, especially since she stilled herself and looked down at him.
He leaned back, freeing up his arms so his hands could go to her tits. Goodness, how long he had wanted to touch her. He didn’t even know. About two hours after he met her, he reckoned. He looked into her eyes searchingly, for she hadn’t moved yet. She smiled at him and wiggled her hips before nearly dismounting him again. It was his turn to moan. Good God, this was the best!
He fought the urge to move. His hips certainly wanted to, but she was more than capable — and willing — to take control. She started moaning every time she slid back down, taking his length deep inside of her. She was a goddess, Diego decided in that very moment. He kissed the air at her, inviting her closer, smiling as she leaned over him to press her lips tenderly against his own.
His hands abandoned her tits as her angle changed, sliding around her and rubbing down her back before resting on her ass cheeks, gently tugging on them every time she nearly dismounted him. He delighted in the feel of her perky nipples pressing into his chest. Her arms came to rest on either side of his head to keep her weight off him, making her nipples instead graze his skin with every bounce.
“You are magic,” he moaned at her, still trying to keep still and allow her to take what she wanted… no, it appeared she needed it… from him.
“I could say the same about you,” she drawled before nibbling at his neck gently. Her hips were moving steadily to nearly dismount him and then return his cock home, he thought, and each time he was fully sheathed within her, she made a sound of pure delight right into his ear. Taking her lead, he started nibbling at her gently, his hands squeezing her rear end delicately.
Just then, her body arched rather dramatically as she moaned loudly. She pushed herself up to look down at him, taking one of his hands and dragging it to her clit. “Touch me here, baby,” she said breathlessly. “I’m almost ready to explode,” she told him as she leaned back, putting her hands on his knees to give him full access. They both bit their lower lips as they gazed at each other.
Her face was pink now, he noted, and she was already glowing. Had she come already herself? If so, that was completely hot, he thought as he licked his thumb and resumed rubbing her clit as lightly as he could manage. The lighter he rubbed, the more she moved to push it against his finger, he’d found, which was beyond sexy. He thought he might explode before she did, but he did his best to wait for her to come first.
He loved listening to her aural orchestration as she continued to ride his cock expertly, straining to push her clit into his touch. He found himself joining her, moaning with abandon as she took him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Suddenly, he heard his name coming from her, in between panting breaths. She looked like she was having the time of her life and it was all because of him. Gods, he would never look at another woman again, he thought. He started calling her name back to her and the unthinkable happened: she came, as if on command. Her hips bucked wildly against his and a scream came from her just as he came, too, moaning in absolute pleasure. She ground herself against him for a few more moments before changing position to lie on top of him, looking him in the eyes. Her breathing was just as ragged and uneven as his own. He felt dizzy; his head was practically spinning. He’d never felt this way before, not once. It was like he was a virgin in the arms of Madonna.
His mouth found hers, passionately kissing her in the afterglow, his arms encircling her to hold her as she lay on top of him.
“Holy shit, Crystal,” he said as he looked into her eyes like an adoring puppy dog. “Marry me. The other marry me, the one where you walk down an aisle in a beautiful white dress,” he begged her.
She shook her head at him. “I hate white. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a slob, and white is a slob’s worst enemy,” she told him. His expression fell a bit, but he was still overcome with how she made his body practically sing. His palms were skimming over her back, checking for muscle knots but finding none. “But still, yes, I can do that… I just… don’t want a big crowd,” she said, looking shy again.
How was it this goddess was shy? He couldn’t understand it. He touched her cheek, brushing the backs of his fingertips over it. “Alright… we can plan it later. Right now, I just want to hold you.” She smiled tremulously at him and he decided to just shut up and hold her.
“I can just imagine it now… red wine all over a white dress,” she murmured as she snuggled him. “Please don’t make me.”
Tears sprang into his eyes and he nodded as he held her. It was kind of his biggest consideration for weddings, the pristine white dress that was like snow, but he tried to remind himself that he already had that once with Cheryl. He didn’t really need his new wife to do the same, did he?
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