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?”
“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…
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
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