HANDIWORK PART III Chapter 2
Rowan dumped the empty beer cans in the trash and walked up the stairs in front a' me, 'n I plant a hand on each cheek as she climbed. Jesus, that ass a' hers is amazin'. I can feel tha' muscles workin' as I squeeze.
"'at's tha' second time I seen this view."
"And?" she stopped halfway up 'n turned around.
"won't be tha' last." I say as I smack one a' those round cheeks wi' my hand. "Get on up there." I growl as she giggles n' starts up tha' steps again.
We walk through tha' kitchen 'n up tha' back stairs unseen, straight up ta' her room at tha' top. She stops at tha' door 'n turns 'round, her back pressed up against it. "Uhm...this is kinda' embarassin'..." she says, looking up at me. "I don't have any, ah, I mean..."
I realize what she's tryin' ta' get at 'n I cut her off. "On it." I say, leanin' in, pressin' inta' her hard. "Go on in..." I have ta' force myself ta' leave, even for a couple minutes, ta' run back ta' my room. I wanna' tell her it's ok, I'll pull out in time, but I know that's a damn lie. She got any smarts she'll know it too. I ain't got THAT much control. Not tonight. Fuck, I ain't never had that much control!
I race back up tha' stairs 'n turn the knob, three little square foil packets tucked in tha' pocket a' my pants. I open tha' door n' I'm not ready for what I see. Rowan's been busy. There're 'bout six candles lit 'n set all over tha' room. It's glowin', shadows dancin' on tha' plain white walls. She's changed clothes too. She's sittin' on tha' hassock, her hair's pulled all over one shoulder, curly 'n long, layin' almost in her lap. She's got on some kinda' night gown 'r slip, 'r something. It's got skinny straps 'n it's cut low on her tits, lace 'round tha' top, tha' black silky material standin' out against that creamy skin. Jesus. It's like a damn fairy tale 'r somethin'. She' looks up as tha' door opens 'n now she's lookin' at me wi' them' eyes, them damn, never-endin', deep green eyes. I feel my balls twitch 'n I know I gotta' look like a idiot standin' there, my mouth all slack-jawed 'n open. I can't help it. She's beautiful.
"Fuck me." I whisper. I close tha' door behind me n' fumble ta' turn tha' little handle that sets tha' bolt in place. So not gonna' be interrupted tonight, I think to myself.
She smiles a sly lil' grin. "Maybe." she says, blinkin' slowly, like a damn cat.
"Ain't no maybe." I say as I move towards tha' chair. She stands up quickly 'n steps aside, lookin' at tha' chair, tellin' me that's where she wants me ta' sit without havin' ta' say a word. I plop down on tha' stool 'n untie my boots, kicking them aside, socks too. I lean back to sit in the chair 'n she sits down facing me, her hip pressin' against my knee. I can smell it again. Sin. Lord I intend to. I take one look in her eyes 'n know that her wearin' that perfume was no accident.
Rowan turns 'n pulls her legs up under her, puttin' both hands on either side of my knees, holdin' herself up. I can see straight down her dress, if it's even a dress, her breasts 'r round 'n full. This view's even better 'n tha' one from behind her on tha' stairs. She moves slowly up me, straddlin' me n' sits on my thighs. Tha' candlelight is making her skin glow 'n her eyes smoky n' dark. Her hair's so long it's brushin' against my legs when she moves. Daaaaamn, I never realized until now how long it's really been since I been laid. Long dry spell. 'N it's comin' ta' an end reeeal soon.
She moves her hands ta' my shoulders 'n leans in, kinda squeezin' my thighs wi' her legs 'n stretchin' up, as she starts ta' kiss me, slowly. Her lips 're soft, warm, 'n she opens them just a bit as we kiss. That's all I need 'n I bring my hands ta' her waist 'n pull her in. My tongue is rollin' around inside her mouth, movin' back n' forth across her teeth, playin' with hers, twistin' around it, every once in a while, I pull it out 'n stop to tilt my head to once side r' tha' other 'n then I go right back in for more. She's moaning softly as I run my hands over her back 'n rub circles with 'em on her tilted ass.
She pulls away 'n stops, breathin' heavy now. "Jesus, Dixon. Let me come up for air, will ya?"
"Later." I say, as my hands move from her ass ta' her tits. They are in a word, amazin'. Full, round, soft, wi' tha' exception a' her nipples, which are standin' at attention as I run my forefingers around 'n around them, makin' them hard as peach pits through tha' silky black fabric. I can't stand not having my hands on 'em any longer and I reach up 'n pull those skinny lil' straps down, exposing her as she breathes in a deep breath 'n shudders. I open my mouth ta' say somethin' but nuthin' comes out but me exhaling. I'm kina' in shock and I know I should be doin' somethin', but I just have ta' look at 'em for a minute. My hand moves ta' one 'n my other hand moves ta' tha' back a' her neck, bendin' her backwards ta' get better access. I squeeze, way more 'n a handful. They 're every bit as soft as tha' skin everywhere else. Jesus, I tell myself, Dixon, ya' must've died 'n gone ta' heaven.
She's moved up on me a bit, our hips level wi' each other 'n I can feel myself start ta' get harder. Real hard as I got one hand in her hair 'n the other rollin' my palm in a circle 'gainst her breast, teasin' tha' nipple, pinchin' it as my hand goes 'round. She sucks in a breath 'n drops her head back, her hair spillin' down. I put both hands on her back now 'n bend her backwards so I can use my mouth on her. On them. I alternate, rollin' my tongue around them, lappin' at them, suckin' on them. Gawd, I don't know which 'a us is enjoyin' it more. Her head's still back 'n her eyes 're shut tight. She's making a whinin' sound every time she exhales.
I pull her back up 'n grab her hips now 'n she knows what I want. Our eyes meet 'n everything stops for a long time. Neither 'a us move a muscle, except my dick twitches again 'n she starts grinnin'. It's a evil grin. Her mouth's sideways 'n she narrows her twinklin' eyes. Her hands move from my shoulders ta' tha' buttons of my shirt 'n pull them apart, pullin' it up outta' my belt 'n takin' it off. She moves ta' my undershirt 'n pulls up on tha' thin shoulders of it, pullin' it up 'n off a' me as well. She runs her hands though tha' scraggly hair on my chest, squeezin' here an there, bendin' over ta' flick a nipple with her tongue ever once in a while. It's drivin' me crazy when she does that 'n she knows damn good 'n well it is.
She presses herself inta' my crotch 'n I can feel tha' heat from her down there. My hands 're on her thighs, rubbin' tha' tops as she's workin' over my chest. She starts to move slowly, draggin' herself against me, makin' me harder than I am already. Enough. I growl as I grab tha' sides a' the dress 'n pull it up 'n off like she did my shirt. Her hands move over her head in anticipation 'n she tosses it aside, leaving her hands up, stretchin' up like she's reaching for somethin', but really she's just givin' herself more room ta' roll around on my dick. Tha' girl knows how ta' get ta' me, for sure.
Rowan lowers her arms 'n moves ta' my pants, jerkin' open tha' button. She moves herself back a bit 'n reaches in, brushin' against me wi' her fingers, movin' back even more, back down ta' my knees, 'n she unzips my fly 'n starts pullin' my pants down. I do not know what ta' do next. I wanna' just lift her up an' bring her back down on me, slammin' inta' her until we both explode, but on tha' other hand, if it feels like I think it's gonna, I wanna' fuck her slow n' leisurely-like for tha' rest a' tha' night.
She doesn't let me even get ta' that point. She bends over 'n puts her mouth on me 'n my mind shuts off. I coulda' been bein' ate by a walker at that point 'n I wouldn'a cared. Those soft, warm lips slidin' up 'n down slowly. Her fingers under, me gently rollin' my balls 'round first both a' 'em, then one by one, takin' turns as she kept up a steady rhythm wi' her mouth. She would go slow pullin' me out, increasin' the suction, keepin' her mouth closed 'n then when she went back down, 'n she went all tha' way down, not just halfway like some girls do, just givin' tha' ol' pole lip service, as it were, she goes faster. This girl knows her way around a dick. I close my eyes 'n lean my head back, just enjoyin' tha' feelin' a' bein' in her mouth, enjoyin' tha' way her lips 're runnin' up 'n down me.
I think I start to breathin' heavy 'r moanin', 'r somthin', 'cause she's changin' her pace now, goin' slower 'n slower as I get harder 'n harder. She's usin' her tongue now, along wi' her mouth, slidin' it up 'n down too, circlin' when she gets ta' tha' head, flippin' it back 'n forth, side ta' side, drivin' me crazy. If she don't stop, I'm gonna' go real soon, so I open my eyes 'n push up wi' my hands, tryin' ta' sit up straighter. "Jesus Christ, Woman!" is 'bout tha' best I can do. I grab for my pants 'n what's in tha' pocket, gettin' ready. Tearin' open tha' wrapper, I'm just waitin' for her to stop long enough ta' let me...
Rowan stops wi' one final long, lingering upward pass 'n sits up straight as I pull her to me, slidin' her up my thighs as she raises herself on her knees 'n leans forward. This gives me just enough room to maneuver one hand an' slip it on, rollin' it down quick as I can. I ain't never been in such a hurry ta' put a rubber on in my life. She puts her hands on my shoulders 'n I guide myself in slowly, feelin' how wet she is, how ready. Here eyes 're closed now as she relaxes 'n I move my hand away as she takes me all in. Her head falls forward 'n she lets out a little whinin' noise.
"Mother of GOD!" she moans as she starts ta' move, rockin' her hips up 'n back. Her legs 're bent alongside my hips 'n thighs 'n every time she comes down, she scoops down wi' that ass a' hers. I can't pass it up. My hands move ta' grip her hips 'n my fingers squeeze her ass, I know hard 'nuff ta' leave bruises, but she just. Keeps Movin' slow, steady. I can feel every muscle inside her, grippin' releasin'. Tight against me, tha' heat makin' my mind numb.
She puts her hands behind her, feelin' for my knees, leaning way back. She arches her back 'n keeps movin', her hair ticklin' my legs. She keeps movin' backwards slowly, changin' tha' angle 'tween us as my hands go ta' her waist ta' hang on ta' her 'n help her move back 'n forth. She's damn near layin' down, her back flat on my legs now, her legs bent under her. I ain' never seen a girl do this before. Her hands 're on my arms now, steadyin' herself, her eyes closed, her lips pressed together tight. Her back arches some more 'n I move my hands under her back 'n pull her up. She's sooo close, I can feel her tighten up around me.
I pull her up slowly, gently, 'n she eases back up my legs, sittin' back up straddlin' my lap like she started out. She flips her hair outta' her eyes wi' her hands, sending it flyin' behind her 'n opens her eyes. They're glassy, shiny. She's biting her bottom lip. I can see she's sweatin' now, tiny beads of sweat' on her upper lip, under her eyes, her neck. She shakes her head 'n her tongue darts out from b'tween those lips. "I don't know...how much longer...I can go." she says hoarsely.
I nod my head. I'm 'bout ready ta' let loose myself. I pull her closer ta' me, holdin' her hips, rockin' against her ta' give her a chance ta' catch her breath, but it's not helpin', we been at it too long 'n both a' us 're right on tha' edge now. She's restin' her head against my neck, her arms on my shoulders, fingers diggin' in. I start ta' pick up tha' pace 'n she responds, knowin' it's time, movin' away from me a bit, 'n pushin' herself up, matchin' how I'm movin' my hips ta' push deeper inta' her. 'Yes." she moans. "Oh, God. Yes."
I bear down wi' my legs inta' tha' otta'man n' bring her down hard on me as I push up, jerkin' and buckin' as I come like a madman 'n I can feel her at tha' same time, pushin' against me, pullin' me deeper with each contraction. Her breath catches with each spasm 'n we both collapse back again' the back a' the chair. Jesus, it was s' good I can hardly breathe for a minute. She's pantin' as bad as I am as we both lay there, my arms wrapped around her tight. She feels good there like this. Not sure I wanna' let go.
"You ok?" she asks. That's one a' tha' things' I like about her. She don't talk my ear off.
She sighs. "Yup." A jolt goes through me 'n I twitch so hard I slid right outta' er. "Uh-oh." she grins.
"Damn." I grimace. "Wanted ta' stay there longer."
"After that, you can come back anytime. Long as ya' like." she said, running her finger from my Adam's apple down ta' tha' middle a' my chest. "You don't need an invitation at all."
"Well ain't that nice."
"Yeah, it was real nice, Daryl." she sits up 'n looks straight inta' my eyes. She's flushed, sweaty, she looks like she just got fucked good. I like that look on her. 'Specially when I was tha' one what gave her that look.
"We good then?" I ask. I know what she's gonna' think. She's gonna' think I'm gonna fuck 'n run. No way in hell. Far from it.
"We good." she nods 'n looks down. I see it in those big green eyes. Disappointment. She climbs off a' me 'n moves ta sit on th' hassock. I pull my legs up 'n around, standin' up 's best 's I can under tha' circumstances. I grab tha' two remainin' rubbers outta' my pants-pocket 'n try ta' hide them in tha' palm 'a my hand. She sees me grab for my pants 'n I know for sure what's she's thinking. Her shoulders sag 'n she's biting her lower lip again.
"Good," I say, grabbin' her by tha' hand 'n pullin' her up on her feet. I pick her up like I'm gonna carry her over the' threshold 'n she lets out a lil' holler. "'cause now I feel like bein' bad."
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