Chapter
Two
Clutching the clothes to her body, Jessie went back to the
kitchen, expecting him to be gone.
She walked in to find him standing at her
laptop.
“Hey, that’s private,” she
said, but he didn’t look up. His eyes scanned the screen as he scrolled through
page after page, his finger held on the down key. Intense concentration
imprinted his face, his brow furrowed.
Was
he reading?
No, he couldn’t be. Not at
such speed.
She took three strides towards
him and slammed down the lid of the laptop. “I said, that’s private!”
He showed no sign of alarm, but
simply raised his face to hers.
“Is this your… words?” He seemed to
struggle to speak, as if he was working out how to get his mouth around the
sounds.
“What do you mean? Is that my writing?”
“This is your language?”
She frowned, alarm racing through her. Oh God, he is a nutter. What the hell
had she been thinking? Swept in by a pretty face. Then she chastised herself.
He probably had a learning difficulty of some kind. Just because the guy was
seriously hot, didn’t mean he was all there. Yet something about his eyes made
her not believe her own excuses. When he looked at her, she saw an intelligence
she’d never experienced before. How could such intelligence be combined with
such total innocence and trust?
“Are you foreign?” she asked. “Do you
come from another country?”
He smiled and something inside her
melted. The smile touched those eyes, the edges creasing. “Something like that.”
As he spoke, the words seem to come more
easily.
“Here,” she said, handing him the
clothes. “What’s your name? You do have a name, don’t you?”
He spoke slowly, enunciating the
syllables, “Tay—oh.”
“Tao, your name is Tao?”
He nodded.
“I’m Jessie,” she said. “I’m pleased to
meet you.”
He smiled at her, holding her gaze, and
she blushed and glanced away. Suddenly flustered, Jessie turned her attention
back to the clothes he still hadn’t taken.
“Here,” she said, pressing them into the
hand not clutching the towel.
Tao dropped the towel and Jessie glanced
away again, suppressing a grin. Dear
Lord, this guy had an amazing body. Fine dark hair covered his strong
thighs, his bottom a perfect, pert curve. Her palms itched, wanting to run them
over that peachy ass. She wanted to
trace her hands over his perfectly smooth chest, her fingers tweaking the nipples
that nestled there like two dark buds. Her eyes ran over the ridges of his abs
and then dropped lower, taking in the line of dark hair running up from his groin,
meeting his tight navel.
She shook her head slightly, trying to
get the thoughts out of her head. She must have lost her God-damned mind.
Tao lifted the shirt to his chest, as if
trying to cover himself in the same way he had with the towel. He made no move
to put his arms through the holes or work the buttons.
Jessie gave a half-smile. “Don’t you know
how to put them on?”
She lifted her hand to help him, her
fingertips brushing the smooth skin of his chest, feeling the hard muscle just
beneath the surface. Her breath caught, her heart hammering, and they locked
eyes.
His clear, blue eyes burned into hers.
Had anyone looked at her in such a way before; as if they were staring right
into her soul?
He reached up and his fingers wrapped
around her wrist, stilling her touch.
“Tao…” But she didn’t have the chance to
finish her sentence.
He lowered his head, his warm, firm lips
finding hers. She opened her mouth to him, their tongues meeting. He tasted
like summer—coconut oil and honeysuckle. His tongue flicked at hers, teasing at
first, but when she responded to him, kissing him with a hunger and urgency, he
reacted in return. Jessie wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself
against him, molding herself to his body.
Her vest rucked up her waist, exposing
her tanned stomach. The shirt was still pressed between them, the only thing
separating their skin. He grew hard against her, the thick ridge pressing
against the line of her abs.
Why didn’t I think
to put any clothes on in the bedroom?
Tao dropped the shirt, his hands sliding
around her back and down to her ass. Her simple cotton panties barely covered
the round curve of her buttocks and his palms cupped each cheek, pressing her
toward him. His hands were soft against her skin, no rough calluses chafing
her.
Jessie moaned into his mouth, losing
herself in the kiss. It had been a long time since someone had kissed her like
this, a long time since someone had touched
her like this.
Sudden panic clutched her heart. What the hell am I thinking!
Jessie pressed her palms against his
chest, breaking the kiss and pushing him away.
“I’m sorry, I can’t. I mean… I just found
you in my yard!”
“You are beautiful,” he said, his words
stilted.
“Stop it. I can’t do this. I need to call
someone. The police perhaps.”
He shook his head. “No. Please. I need
you to help me.”
“How? I don’t know what I’m supposed to
do.”
“Help me remember.”
“Shit!” she swore, turning away from him.
She couldn’t look at him, standing there, naked and vulnerable imploring for
her help. This man should mean nothing to her—he was just some guy who’d suddenly
appeared. She should be on the phone right now, calling someone to report him,
but she couldn’t stand the thought of someone arriving to remove him from her
life.
His beauty overwhelmed her; had she ever
seen a man so perfect? Though every instinct screamed at her to stop acting
crazy, she was drawn to him. Nothing about him screamed ‘crazy person’ or
‘drunk’ or ‘drug addict’. Instead he simply seemed lost and confused and…
Aroused.
Yep, her eyes flicked down to his crotch.
He was definitely still aroused.
He lifted a hand toward her, “Jessie.”
No longer thinking, she stepped toward
him and he gathered her in his arms. The strong curve of his biceps wrapped
around her and he dipped his head, catching her mouth in another kiss. Jessie
softened against him and her pussy clenched in anticipation. She found herself
on tip-toes, longing to press herself against the hard line of his cock. Tao
obliged, lifting her slightly so they fitted together, his hardness finding the
swollen nub of her clit. Sparks raced through her, making her head spin.
Jessie wrapped her arms back around his
neck, melting into him. Her hands skirted the naked breadth of his back. His
skin felt impossibly smooth, as soft as a child’s, contrasting with the power
of the well-defined muscle beneath.
However much he had struggled to clothe
himself, ridding Jessie of her vest didn’t seem to cause him such a problem. In
a swift move, he broke the kiss long enough to pull the top over her head,
lifting her hair with it, before allowing her hair to drift back around her
naked shoulders. He dropped the vest to the floor, exposing her naked breasts.
Her small, but perky tits throbbed,
aching to be touched. This time Tao didn’t seem to know what she wanted.
He turned her around, pressing her over
the kitchen island.
“Oh,” she gasped, her breasts pressing
into the cool granite counter. Her nipples hardened into buds, sensitized still
further by the cold surface.
His hands were at her waist, his palms
skirting down over hips, across her ass. He cupped each cheek in his hands, as
if weighing them up. Jessie moaned, her pussy slick with cream, dampening her
panties.
This was madness, but for once Jessie
wasn’t thinking. She wanted to feel him everywhere, give over every last part
of her; his mouth, his cock, his body pressed hard against her. Deep, hard
fucking that would release a pain buried so deep. Something she’d not gone near
since her husband had died.
Slowly, he rolled her panties down, over
the round, firm curve of her bottom, her toned, slender thighs, dropping them
to the floor. She stepped out from their pooled circle.
He splayed her legs and parted her
buttocks, exposing the pink star of her ass, her wet folds. It was as if he was
studying her, taking in every last inch of her.
What the hell am
I doing?
He dropped to his knees and his mouth was
on her, his hot tongue pressed into the tight pucker of her ass. “Oh God,” she
groaned as the stimulation caused her most internal muscles to pulsate.
Jessie’s thighs trembled beneath her.
With firm, strong strokes of his tongue,
he penetrated her, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. He slipped his tongue
in and out, sending crazy sparks of arousal, tightening deep in her pussy.
Jessie’s hands gripped the edges of the
counter, her knuckles white. Pleasure soared through her body and she moaned,
her head lowered as he lavished attention on her.
Using both hands, he spread her cheeks further
apart increasing the intensity, her sensitivity. She pushed her ass out toward
him, wanting more. Every part of her mind screamed at her that she shouldn’t be
doing this, but her body wanted him with every inch. Too much time had passed
since she’d been touched like this—if she’d ever
been touched like this—and she didn’t want it to stop.
But he lifted his mouth from her ass and
she had to stop herself wilting in disappointment. Then his chest pressed
against the line of her back and his cock pushed between the folds of her
sopping pussy.
Jessie pushed back and the perfect bell
of his dick pushed just an inch inside her, enough to stretch her muscles and
feel the ridges of him as her muscles tightened, trying to pull his cock inside
her.
He kissed the back of her neck, and oh,
so slowly, sank his length balls-deep. They stilled like that for a moment,
relishing in the feel of togetherness, in being totally held by another person.
Just as slowly, Tao pulled out again, almost slipping from her body, before
driving back in. The beautiful length of his cock nudged her cervix, shooting a
mixture of pain and pleasure through her body.
He placed his hands back on her ass,
using his grip on her buttocks to drive himself, deeper, faster. His thumb
grazed her asshole and the sensation caused every muscle to clench, gripping
down hard on Tao’s dick. Getting the message, he slicked her with her own
moisture and his saliva, and pushed his thumb into the tight channel of her
ass.
Jessie cried out with pleasure as he
built his momentum, his thumb held deep in her ass, his cock slamming in and
out of her swollen pussy. Her tits bounced as he banged her, her hard nipples
grazing the cold granite of her counter.
She reached her peak and then he titled
her over the edge by placing a kiss right behind her ear, in the most sensitive
spot.
Her orgasm powered through her, rippling
her most intimate muscles, clamping down on Tao’s cock and milking him. He
clung to her as his own orgasm clutched him and he jerked in hard, forceful
movements as he filled her.
Spent, he nuzzled her neck and Jessie
slumped against him, exhausted. Though they remained stood, he wrapped his arms
around her, holding her body firm against his while he grew soft inside her.
Jessie’s thighs shook—feeling weak and tremulous—and she allowed him to hold
her upright. Gradually, her heart rate returned to normal and she caught her
breath. Tao’s cock slipped from her body, his seed and her juices spilling down
the insides of her thighs.
She knew she should be questioning her
own sanity right now, allowing herself to be fucked across the kitchen counter
by a man she’d just found naked in her yard. But standing in the ring of his
arms, his skin warm against hers, his heartbeat thumping against her back,
she’d never felt so at ease.
Copyright © 2012 M.K. Elliott
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
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