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The buzzer to the gate rang through the house, and Vanessa walked over to the intercom, where she pressed the red button. “Hello?”
“Yeah, Vanessa its Kurt, will you kindly let me up? Its getting kinda chilly out.” his voice came over the intercom in the same playful, molten gold tone that he had used when they first met. She grinned and bit her lip as she leaned aganist the wall, her finger still holding the button in.
“I don’t know Kurt, it depends. How cold is it outside again? I forgot.” Again, she could see the grin playing out on his face, and she could hear his laughter through the speakers.
“You damn well know how cold it is outside, I can hear the fuckin’ weather channel on in the background!” he laughed and she laughed too, glancing at the lit TV.
“That’s my dog jackass.” she joked, and he laughed, but complied nonetheless.
“Fine. Its pretty damn cold out, speaking I’m freezing my damn balls off out here. Now, pretty please with sugar on top? Will that cut it?” she raised one of her eyebrows, and grimaced sarcastically, yet still being playful.
“That’s not going to cut it I’m afraid.” Kurt sighed and playfully licked his lips and moved closer to the speaker.
“I’ll toss in a cherry too, free of charge. How does that sound?” he spoke, his voice husky, and she grinned and bit her bottom lip again.
“I don’t know . . . what kind of cherry is it?” she asked him, and Kurt grinned as well, as he caught onto her game.
“I’ll show you if you buzz me up ‘Nessa.” he spoke in the same tone of voice, and she shivered as she heard the way his lips formed her nickname, and she nodded.
“Fair enough. The door’s open.” she pressed the buzzer, allowing him in, and then walked a couple of feet away, where she inspected everything to perfection. Aura was over at Sheri’s on a play date with Rowan, and the house was probably the most spotless she’s ever had it, even with a maid!
The door gently swung open, and she turned around to see Kurt leaning up aganist the wall in the outside hallway. He smiled. “Now . . . didn’t you say something about a cherry?” she asked him, grinning playfully and he tsked a couple of times before he moved into the house, shutting the door with his foot.
“What cherry?” she gazed up at him in playful impertinence.
“You promised me a cherry!” he laughed huskily as he reached her, where he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled him to her.
“I thought you might have one.” she laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“No cherry! I’m afraid I’m going to have to kick you out!” he grinned and laughed as he buried one of his hands in her hair, and pulled her closer still. It seemed that they couldn’t get any closer, but she could be proven wrong she supposed.
“Make love to me Vanessa. I’m no good for ordinary life. I’m doomed to love a married woman, you see? I’ve been having groupies. They’ve been having me, and all the while, I’ve been thinking of this one woman who drives me crazy. I have to have some real. Someone I can care about, and vise versa. If make love to me Vanessa, I’ll make love to you, hard and fast, or slow and whatever, but please!” he licked his lips. “Be my white chocolate. I’m real unsure of my masculinity.” she snorted, but pulled him closer, his lips almost touching his.
“You could have fooled me, with that whole ‘cherry’ bit.”
“Where’s Duff?” her breathe picked up.
“Tour. He’ll be back next week.” he laughed a little.
“Then its just me and you baby. Remember your promise. Its me and you alone tonight . . .” she shook her head playfully.
“But I never made you any promise.” she grinned and he smiled.
“I told you, I’m real unsure of my masculinity. You’ve got to sacrifice yourself ‘Nessa.” she smiled a slow, sultry smiled, and her hands moved down his biceps, to his forearms, and eventually down to his hands, where she sat down on the couch, and pulled him on top of her.
He sat up on his knees in front of her, his hand gripping the back of the couch beside her head for balance. His dirty blonde hair hung in his face, but Vanessa could still his eyes. His beautiful light blue eyes. He moved his hand to her neck, where he slowly moved his way down her collarbone, down between the valley separating her breasts, down the flat plane of her stomach, and her breath hitched when it inched towards her nether regions, but he stopped before there. Disappointment flashed clearly in her eyes. He felt his cock get hard when she slowly unbuttoned her shirt down to the last button. “Kurt . . .” she breathed, and he replied by leaning closer in to her, where he brushed his cheek against hers.
She pulled his shirt over his head, running her hands over his chest, and she shuddered from his intoxicating touch. She breathed his name again, and he answered her by running his fingers down the front of her neck, down her arms, around her chest and back, then up to the back of her neck, barely touching her, and giving her goose bumps. He nudged her face against his shoulder, and held her for a moment, making her eyes close with content, as she fell back on the sofa, longways, and he fell over her.
Then he started lightly kissing the skin of her neck, and she barely felt his gentle hands as they worked their way underneath the bottom of her long, turquoise bohemian skirt, gathering it up in his long, graceful fingers as he captured her lips with his, in a long, passionate kiss. She couldn’t open her eyes. She felt paralyzed as he broke apart, and deftly slid off the couch to the floor, where he buried his mouth underneath her skirt.
She immediately moaned out, and lost touch with everything around her. She arched her back aganist the couch, head thrown back, and mouth opened in a pleasurable grin, moans emanating every once in a while. Her breathing was shallow, and her hand moving to bury itself lovingly in his hair, as her body gently undulated aganist his lips and tongue. All she could feel, were the sensations that he was bringing to her. She felt like she was floating on air, her body grew numb from the overwhelming shocks of nerve endings transmitting to her brain. She thought vaguely for a moment that she might pass out.
He gently and deftly moved one of her legs to fall lankly over his shoulder, and she bit her lip, as his tongue probed at her folds, meriting another moan from her. His hands moved up the outside of her thighs, before they ran up her stomach, eventually gripping her waist, where he gently lifted her hips up more. She gasped.
“You are . . . so cruel Kurt!” she whimpered, and she felt him grin aganist her as he let out a husky laugh. It moved aganist her and she let another moan, and his lips quickly moved up her torso, ridding her of her skirt before she could say anything, and his fingers taking the place of his lips.
She let out a surprised, yet pleasurable gasp, and the finger stroking her picked up its pace as she felt something hard push against her thigh, and Kurt claimed her lips again as his thumb starting stroking her small bundle of nerves. She moaned shamelessly as her legs began to jerk slightly, her hips thrusting against her will as the fingers began to swirl inside her. Everything began to fade as chills and warm waves rushed through her.
Her fingers darted to the button and fly of his jeans, quickly wanting to rid him of the confining fabric. She quickly grew tired of trying to get them off him, and opted to shove her hand down the front of his jeans, where she took him in her hand. He closed his eyes and let out a moan as she started stroking him.
“My God ‘Nessa, I could take you so hard up aganist this wall right now!” he growled breathlessly as he kissed her, his fingers picking up the pace slightly, and she picked up the pace as well, fingering his head, and making him moan even louder, so that he bucked uselessly aganist her hand. She grinned aganist his desperately searching mouth and tongue.
“Will you?” He grinned back.
“Oh I’ll do you so hard aganist the wall Vanessa, I promise, just don’t stop jerking me off until we get there,” he whispered.
His fingers stopped swirling, and went back to a fast, hard thrusting, pulling up through her folds as she worked him, both of their moans slicing through the air. She couldn’t take it anymore as her back arched against them, and he let out a helpless moan as he came too. She drifted slowly down to the ground as their bodies convulsed, his arms coming back up around her, to hold her until they both stopped convulsing.
The world slowly came back into focus as she tilted her head back, where her lips met his in a clash. She had meant to be gentle, to show him her appreciation, but he had other things in mind. As his tongue plunged into her mouth, making love to her tongue with his, she felt him grow hard again in her hand again as she placed his tip at her entrance.
“Oh God, take me Kurt, make me yours!” No sooner had the words came out of her mouth, then he plunged unmercifully into her warm sheath, where he withdrew and plunged back in again, quickly establishing a rhythm. He pounded her deeper and deeper into the couch, making her moans grow louder, until they merged together with his. She moaned as she buried one of her hands deep into her hair, where she kissed him passionately.
They both let out breathy little moans of pleasure as they orgasmed together, Kurt bucking weakly as he filled her. After a few minutes, he collapsed beside her on his side, his arms falling lankly over her chest. His fingers gently smoothed up and down her upper arm, as her hand gripped his forearm. Their chests were heaving, both of them desperately trying to catch their rapid breathing.
She turned her head, and gently nuzzled him under his chin. He gently pulled on her upper arm, and she moved to lay on her side beside him, where he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
Pretty soon, they fell into a deep sleep.