Runner's Prize
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Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Young and driven to succeed, Tigh Raines has everything. A barren upscale apartment. His father, the company head, providing far too much advice. And a laser-like focus on the future, one that has no place for the rain-soaked beauty on an isolated park bench. She’s sobbing; he stops. Heat ensues.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic
As I lay once more in bed, sleep wouldn’t come. On the far side of the apartment, the shower had fallen silent a while ago. Daniella must’ve been sleeping like I should’ve been. But each time I shifted, trying to force it, more thoughts oozed their way into my brain.
After she’d nodded and stood, handing me the ice pack, should I have at least pulled her tight to me? Perhaps. But the sleek steely globe, tinged with the most wondrous perfume, had already swung, and I’d admitted to standing ready, its willing wall. As she headed for the guest room, a slight tremor in her steps when those stunning brown eyes found my reflection in the window said we both understood that simple fact.
When a shapely silhouette appeared in the shadowed doorway—yes, door left both unlocked and wide open—the universe hammered that point home. Unfettered, her hair glimmered, a tumbling dark cloud draping both shoulders. In the dim light from the windows behind her, I could see a short camisole hanging from slender straps; its lacy hem swept her waist. Below it, taut, high-cut lace panties.
“Are you awake, Tigh?” she whispered.
“Yes.”
“Can I sleep with you?” Shiny in the darkness, her lips smacked. “I don’t want to be alone.”
My answer was silent: fingers drawing aside the sheets. As she walked closer, they lifted them higher and, as the bed creaked under her lithe figure, they damn well shook.
With a quiet, stuttering sigh, she lay back on the pillows beside me, hands sweeping her hair upward to frame that regal face. As I lowered the covers, her hand found mine for a brief touch, but neither of us spoke for the longest time.
Strangely enough, although my pulse raced, the world didn’t blur. Instead, nostrils flooded with the enticing aromas of shampoo and soap—not those from the guest room—plus an exotic perfume, everything mellowed. No more plan, no idea what the future held, but her beside me, heat searing my arm, felt ... right.
“I’ve never done this before,” she whispered, breaking the silence at last. “Hop into bed with...”
“New for me as well,” I muttered, rolling my head to inspect her.
In outline, face toward the ceiling, she resembled one of those fancy brooches, utter perfection.
No, Eliza, who’d uttered similar words, didn’t count. She’d been more medicinal. Cold assessment, maybe. Duh, Eliza’s post-fuck mumbling “Paul” continued to sting.
“Normally date a while,” I added.
“Would you date me?” she asked in a quiet, shaky voice.
My answer? Heart hammering my ribs, I moved my hand, finding hers. At my grip, pressing the ring still tight to her finger, she sighed. So did I. Rubicon crossed; her husband no longer held me back, nor restrained her.
“Gracias, Tigh,” she whispered, her fingers shifting to interlock with mine. “For everything.”
Only then did sleep find me. Strange, huh? Sure, my stiffness ached something awful, but the poor woman had been traumatized, beaten, and bruised. So, listening to her slowing breath, knowing she was safe, sent a profound calmness over me.
However, the sexy wrecking ball had other plans. At the press of sleek warmth into my side, I came awake with a start. After a gentle puff of air, soft lips found my jaw. Her fingers, no longer in mine, wandered my T-shirt.
“Mmm, I could get used to this,” I murmured, finding her shiny pools in the shadows.
“This is where I wish to be.” Her mouth pressed once more for a slow kiss. “Where I’ve wanted to be since we first met. I’m ruining your life, but—”
“No.”
She froze at my single word, and the glimmer in those eyes said she remembered the last time I’d spoken it. Beside that cold, rainy bench.
“You’re not ruining my life, Daniella.” I grinned. “Not at all.”
Sure, a lie, but really, if anyone was going to ruin my life, I wished it to be her. When my arm rose, she slipped beneath, snuggling tighter to me, and as my hand settled on her curvy rear, she shoved into me with a whimper. Under the thin silk, both sharp nipples poked my ribs.
“I haven’t...” Her fading voice sent heated puffs across my neck. “No idea what I’m doing.”
“Hmm?” I chuckled. “Want to know what you’re doing?”
Before she could respond, my spread digits gave the taut lace on her ass a forceful squeeze and a much louder whimper tore from her shaking mouth. Shadowed, her eyes flashed at me as her fingers drifted lower. When they slipped into my shorts, finding my swollen bulb, she unleashed a full-on moan. It met my groaning.
As the hand, gentle and tentative, roamed further along my shaft, she kept gulping. At last, she sucked hard on her lips.
“It’s so...”
“Big?” I offered.
“Smooth. And, uh, hot.” She giggled. “But si, bebé, your ... Um, wow.”
When my palm skimmed her hip, she shifted, letting my fingers find the front of her panties. As they nudged the sharp bump of her diamond, she shuddered, and her fist tightened on my root.
“Hmm, seems I’m doing something to you, as well,” I whispered as they slipped further, finding sodden lace.
“S-Si,” she murmured.
Thus began the most sensual night of my life. With her hand again stroking my shaft, and my fingers rubbing, soon enough her moans and my groans grew louder. At her tentative, then fierce nipping of my jaw, I found her mouth with mine.
Gentle, probing, along her lips, then pulling away, letting her chase me, our first kiss sent chills, wrapped in heat, along every nerve of my body. Her eyes flashed when our tongues met. Playful, hers dipped and weaved, rubbing, probing ever deeper.
Although our hands had slowed ... Duh, surprise: women are wired a little differently. My tongue delved deeper, chasing hers, and she suddenly bucked into my fingertips. Rapid puffs of air flooded our mouths as her glimmering eyes widened and her soft curves shook, battering my ribs.
It took a while for her to settle and when she lifted her shaking lips from me, she gulped. Long eyelashes fluttering, she glanced at the covers over my unmoving hand. When she found me again, I grinned.
“Ai, bebé. Never before ... Um, that was a first.”
“Guess those dreams about me were pretty nice, huh?”
Although I began to laugh, she dropped her mouth to mine with a groan. That kiss was much wilder, and I rubbed between her legs even faster, drawing cry after cry from the bucking woman.