Validation Sex by Kendall Swan
Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan
Mike drowsily got up to answer the knock at the door wearing only his boxers. He'd just fallen asleep after an 18 hour day at work.
He fumbled with the lock to his small apartment. He opened the door and instantly heard the sound of her crying before seeing Gia. He quit rubbing his eyes and blinked rapidly, unsure of what he was seeing.
There before him stood the unkempt, puffy eyed version of the girl in literally all of his memorable dreams. Tears strewn her pale skin and her long, flaxen blonde hair was not at its neatest. Her makeup was smeared and sadness colored her beautiful blue eyes and still, still the sight of her charged him to his most wanting, loving, and lustful state.
Mike's cock immediately came to life. His heart beat harder and his whole body flushed.
"Gia. What's wrong?" he asked has he motioned for her to come in. She did--straight into his arms.
"Oh, Mike…" Her words slipped into muffled cries into his shoulder.
"Hey, hey. It's okay," he said holding her.
The feel of his arms wrapped around her petite, curvy body brought new waves of desire to his loins. Suddenly, the sweet feeling of her sad and beautiful being in his arms was cut through with insecurity at the dawning realization that as much as he could feel her body, she could feel his--in all its hard on glory.
He started to let go of their hug and she pulled him tighter. He couldn't tell if it was reality or wishful thinking that had him feeling her hips rub subtly against his own, against his cock.
He knew he should sit her down on the couch and talk out whatever was bothering her. He was used to being her best friend. He was patient. He knew she would see him as the man she was meant to be with someday. He knew she trusted him implicitly. He knew all this.
Despite that, the only things swirling in his brain and turning it into mush were images of Gia, naked, the feeling of her nipple in his mouth, her soft pussy lips welcoming him. These images and feelings hijhacked his brain, turning him into the basest of men, into his caveman self.
"He dumped me. Through email!" she whined into his shoulder. He held her, concentrating on his words and the right way to behave as she whimpered.
"Gia. He's stupid. He's dumb." Mike brought his hands around to cup her face. He was acutely aware that their hips were still touching, that the back of his cock was still pushing against her stomach.
He stared down into her reddened eyes. He knew he saw in them longing, hurt, relief, and strain. He believed he also saw lust hidden in their depths, as well.
He had never made a move on Gia. Ever. His cock was aching to be inside her. To love her, have her, and take her. He wanted to show her how beautiful and special she really was, what love they could make.
Crossing that boundary would be forever. There were no take backs in life, love, and especially lust.
Mike couldn't hold back any more, not with her holding his body so close, looking at him with those eyes.
Mike's lips covered Gia's at once, his tongue dancing inside her mouth, tasting her finally. Gia froze for what seemed like forever but was probably only a second or two before giving in.
Mike felt her arms around him squeeze tighter and her nails burrow into his skin. As he ravished her mouth as if it was the first and last kiss he'd ever have, his hand went to her shapely ass and cupped it, enjoying its curve, before pulling it tighter against his body, his hard cock.
Moving with an urgency he'd never felt before, Mike pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her neck.
"Mike."
The word floated out of her mouth, its tone vague. Mike continued kissing her neck, smelling her musky perfume and floral shampoo as he looked forward to indulging his every fantasy and making Gia his. There was no room for stopping or even contemplation in Mike's head or body. He ignored her word and spoke only to her body.
Years of pent up longing had been released in a torrent of lust as he put his free hand under her tightly knit shirt to cup her breast, her perfect breast.
"Mike."
Mike didn't want to risk her saying anything resembling the word 'stop'. Her took her mouth in his again and pulled her body close again. He walked them to his couch--not to talk as she had probably expected when she came over to his apartment at midnight.
He gently laid her on his couch and took his place on top of her. He continued kissing her and rubbed his barely sheathed cock against her skirt.
Like a slit of light cutting through a dark room Mike's conscience made itself known. Mike became aware of the notion that Gia might not actually want to do this with him. She hadn't said no, he thought. And she hadn't pushed him away. But was this right?
Even as he was thinking these thoughts his hand moved down the side of breast, caressing her waist, heading down around her hip and over her thigh. Without lingering his hand went up her short skirt. God, he loved her body.
He could feel the hot moistness that had soaked through her thong. His fingers rubbed the outside of her pussy for a second before his fingers plunged inside her darkness. Mike moaned. She felt good, to say the least.
She moaned and he felt her getting more aggressive. She kissed him harder. She breathed harder. She was enjoying this, too.
He risked letting her mouth go and moved his head to her chest. With his free hand he pushed up her shirt and bra and sucked one of her nipples hard while squeezing the other breast. He was fingering her all the while.
She moaned again.
Like the shades being premature drawn while sleeping late on a weekend, his conscience once again reared its ugly head.
Without removing his hand from her pussy, Mike pushed himself up to look at Gia.
He looked into her eyes again and was relieved to clearly see lust and wanting there.
"Gia…"
"Don't talk."
She pulled his head down and kissed him hard. That was all he needed.
In one hurried motion, he pulled his boxers down, pushed her skirt up, and guided the tip of his penis to her wet opening. He paused, staring at her beautiful disheveled face, aware that this most likely didn't mean the same thing to her as it did to him.
But not caring.
He plunged his impatient cock deep inside of her. The ecstasy of the feeling only increased with her scream.
Mike concentrated on acting concerned. It was difficult when all he wanted to do was fuck her. Fuck her a thousand times like the thousand times he had in his mind. She felt so good.
Gia still held the grimace on her face but held to him fast, her arms around his neck.
Slowly, he pulled out and shoved in again, more gently this time. Gia kissed him hungrily. Mike found a slow rhythm while tasting her sweet mouth.
The thought of tasting her juices popped into his mind and wouldn't go away. He wanted to see her pussy lips, her beautiful folds, her inviting hole. But he didn't her to come to her senses if he pulled out.
He kept pulsing in and out of her, her pussy becoming adjusted to his size. He loved how tight she was.
He broke their kiss and began sucking on her neck. She was squeezing him now. He didn't think she wanted to stop. But just in case he whispered in her ear, "I want to taste you."
Moving fast to prevent her from protesting, he pulled out and had his other head between her legs in a second.
Pushing her thighs up and out with his forearms he pulled her beautiful lips apart with his hands and dove in.
She tasted sweet and salty at the same time and Mike loved it. He moved his tongue all around her hole, in it, and up to her clit, delicately massaging it with the tip.
The opposite of protesting, Gia was moaning a lot now. Her feet would dance up and down as he pushed her closer to her edge.
Mike dared to look up to watch her beautiful face in pleasure while he licked her. He found her eyes and nervous energy threatened to break his stride.
She smiled and held his gaze. Her hands reached down and she tousled his short hair. Mike's final bit of insecurity faded away.
He didn't know what their relationship would be from now on, but he knew she was loving him loving on her body. That would be enough for now.
He closed his eyes and amped up the speed of his whipping tongue. His own cock was about to explode.
Mike gauged she was close, though he couldn't be sure--this being their first time together.
He hopped up and was on top of her once again, his cock gliding easily into her wet and waiting pussy. She met his eyes and smiled a playful smile. Her arms pulled him close.
He plunged back and forth, barely able to keep himself in check. He was fucking Gia, his best friend, his dream girl. Her body was even more sweet and beautiful than he imagined.
THE END
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Copyright © 2010 by Kendall Swan
Published by Romantic Words Publishing, LLC
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This book 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.
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