Sexy Little Secrets - A Bedside Companion (23 page)

Out of courtesy to her hard work on the décor, he pulled back the covers, revealing tightly stretched, perfect sheets. Light gray, to match the bedspread, and completely feminine. Anna must have realized what he was thinking.

“Too girly?” She blushed, sitting on the sheets.

“So perfectly you,” he pushed her back onto the sheets and reached under her skirt, pulling on her panties. Edward slid them down her thighs and over her knees, picking up her dainty feet and set down her lacey panties on the nightstand. Normally, he would have thrown them on the floor, but after seeing her ordered room, he reasoned it would be more appreciated if he set them down with care.

He pulled off her skirt next and placed it on top of her panties as well, staring at her naked thighs. He noticed the neat care she had taken to trim herself, symmetrical, an eighth of an inch and a slight upside down triangle shape.

Wow, that’s so…pretty.
Edward thought to himself. He had the overwhelming desire to nuzzle it, feel its softness…it looked like downy fur.

Instead, he pulled off her top and examined her breasts, small and perky, held in place by a lacey bra that matched her panties. They were sheer and through the little bits of lace he could see her nipple, hardened, tightening, and darkening.

“Would you like to undress me?” He raised an eyebrow, pausing. His shirt was already undone to the waist, and he could feel his semi-hard erection pushing its way through the opening on his boxer-briefs.

He watched her hand reach out for his pants, undoing the belt with careful precision. She pulled the belt open slowly and eased it through the loops. Edward watched as she went agonizingly slow. Her fingers pried open the button on his suit pants and then unzipped his zipper, her knuckles brushing over the bulge in his underpants. He stepped out of the pants and left them on the floor when she reached down for them.

“Leave them,” he grinned, grabbing her hand and preventing her from picking them up. She stopped, her face in front of the growing hump that was rounding out the front of his boxer-briefs. She was frozen in place, and Edward could feel her hot breath, short and accelerated, emanating across his stiffening hard-on.

She slid her fingers over the elastic waistband and tugged, watching the muscles in his butt and hips clench and tighten, anticipating her next move. She pulled more and slid them over his thighs, noticing the firm muscle, long and lean from running every morning. She let them fall the rest of the way to the floor and then looked up at him, avoiding the hard piece of flesh that had sprung forward toward her.

Edward lowered himself over her and nudged her thighs open with his knee, shifting his weight and wiggling his hips in between her open legs. Anna pushed the shirt off his shoulders and he threw it to the floor, and then finally removed her bra, letting his body settle over hers.

Anna pushed her body against his, reveling in the warmth and firmness, trying to slide the pieces of her body to fill the crevices his body created.

Edward adjusted his rigid flesh at the hot and moist opening, sliding between the swollen, puffy lips. He thrusted his hips slightly and coated himself in her lusty dampness, and rubbed his shaft against her clitoris.

Anna weaved her arms around his body and pushed back against him, grinding her hips against his, trying to rub herself against him to accelerate her orgasm. The head of his hard-on slipped inside of her when she ground up against him and she pulled back her hips, forcing him to withdraw.

Edward resumed to rub the head of his penis across her opening, and then guided himself deep inside of her.

“Ooohhh,” Anna moaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head back into the pillows. Edward pushed further and deeper and slid his hands under her bottom to lift her up slightly, so he could sheath himself even further. He pulled out slightly, her body responding, as her climax was building, her muscles clenching and spasming against his shaft.

He pressed forward again, his thrusts slow and calculated, pushing down into her rather than just thrusting hard. Sex with Anna was not like any other woman he had ever encountered. He wanted to linger in her luxurious body, hit her core as her muscles tightened around him.

Edward maintained his strength, groaning as she tightened her arms around him, her hands running down his shoulders and to his lower back, pulling him closer and tighter against her. He aimed for length rather than speed, locking his hips and lifting with every thrust. He bent his head over hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

“Edward,” she moaned, her hands squeezing his bottom. “Closer,” she rasped, the heat inside of her groin swirling and building into a stifling pressure.

She drew her knees up toward her body and her thighs opened more. Just when Edward was unsure how much more he could take, his body plunged even further.  Her muscles contracted and spasmed and he brought his body closer to hers, rubbing his chest against her nipples.

Anna cried out and her arms tightened as her body arched against him. With more force than he intended, he pumped into her a few more times and unable to hold back, erupted inside of her. He could feel himself pulsate and swell, his hot semen searing through her multiple times, orgasmic shudders ripping through his shoulders down to his thighs. The enormous pressure that had been welling up inside of his groin was like a wave now that was subsiding back to the open sea.

Edward held himself still for a moment, his eyes watching Anna as she reached up with her hand and pushed his damp hair off his forehead again. She was always constantly playing with his hair.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, pulling out, trying to avoid dripping anything on her perfectly clean sheets. She nodded, rolling onto her side and tightening her knees together. He drew the covers over her body and threw his hand over her waist, staring at her.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, his eyes scanning over her features to see if she was upset.

“For what?” Anna was confused.

“I feel like I pressured you,” he confessed. Anna touched his face, her fingers again going over his jaw. She rolled over onto her other side and then backed up to him, pressing her bare back and bottom into his body, spooning. “If you keep wiggling your butt like that, I may pressure you again,” he warned, the heavy breath tickling her ear. She responded by wiggling and backing into him a little harder.

“Hey, good game.” 
Amanda grinned as Tim’s best friend, Josh walked by.

“
Yeah.  Sure.”  Josh snorted, rolling his eyes. The rest of the hockey players passed them by, patting him on the shoulder as they emptied out of the locker room. “We only lost without scoring at all, to our biggest rival,” Josh gave her a half smile, trying to keep positive.

“Is
Tim dead or what?”  She asked his best friend, half annoyed.

“I think he just got in the shower late.” 
Josh told her. “I think he’s the only one left in there…” Josh let his voice trail off, winking at her. Amanda gave him a glance and blushed.

“Thanks,” she mumbled
. Two more players came out, and feeling confident there was no one left in the locker room, she pushed open the door. She looked around and disappeared, hurrying down the long hallway to the double doors at the very end. She pulled it open and was immediately caught by the smell.

She parted her lips and tried to breathe through her mouth as much as possible as she searched the room for her boyfriend. She wasn’t sure what the smell was, but it was pretty vulgar.

As she neared the shower area, the steam was settling over the benches causing damp dew. In the corner she saw a padded table and several high benches. She pressed in even further, and saw Tim slinging a backpack over his shoulder, staring at the floor.

“Hey,” she stepped in front of him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“You played a hard game.”  She planted a kiss on his cheek.

“We lost
Amanda.  It wasn’t so terrific.”  Tim replied blankly.

“You lost, but it had some killer action,”
Amanda grinned. “Besides, we all know that’s why people come to the games anyway.”

Tim stared at her. “No, that’s not what counts. We’re out. We lost. This is it, end of the line,” he bounced on his heels.

“So what,” she shrugged. “More time for us to spend together anyway. You’re practices get in the way of us being together.”

Tim
set down his bag, his hands on her arms.  He leaned his forehead against hers. “I know.  I’m just tired.”  He sighed, closing his eyes.  She could feel his breath on her lips and chin.  She smiled sadly, the pad of her thumb tracing his lips.  He parted them slightly, taking in a breath.  He lowered his head, and found her mouth with his own.  His kiss was tender and barely touching.  She raised herself on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing back.  His hands grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to his body.

As his lips gently pried hers
apart, his mouth consumingly taking over, Amanda felt cold fire race through her neck.  He was so tender and persistent.

“
Tim, we’re in the locker room.”  She murmured against his mouth. 

Tim
leaned his forehead against hers, smiling. “Who cares?”  He said.  He moved to kiss her again, his fingers tipping up her chin so she could kiss him better.

Her throat swelled and
Tim’s kiss moved to her throat.  Amanda closed her eyes, tilting her head back, breathless.  His fingers slipped beneath the sweater she was wearing and gently fondled her breasts.  He undid her bra, cupping each breast in each hand.  Still kissing, he backed her into a padded table.  He scooted her on top, and climbed on himself.  They broke the kiss so he could slip off his shirt.  She worked her way out of her jeans and he pulled off the remainder of his clothing. 

They kissed some more as
Amanda lay back, his body pressing against hers.  Amanda’s fingers touched his cheeks while they kissed, and her slim fingers ran through his hair.  There was true passion and hunger to their kisses.  He slid his hands once again under her sweater, and pushed the heavy fabric up to her chin, lowering his head to her smooth abdomen.  She pulled her sweater totally off. 

His muscles shuddering in excitement, he kissed her on the mouth, his tongue playing a dangerous game.

“Tim...” Amanda breathed, drawing him close.  His teeth clenched for control.  His hips arched away, and with a driving thrust his hips met hers, burying himself to the hilt inside of her.  His mouth came down hard on hers, muffling her cry of pain, shock, and ecstasy.  He withdrew his full length, and thrusted into her again, with more gentleness, deeper and deeper.  She cried out softly, controlling the sound to not gather attention from unwanted visitors as she arched her back, driving him deeper still.  His groin was on fire as each long stroke of his was clenched tightly by her muscles, not wanting him to withdraw.  His hips bunched as he pressed as far as he could go.  He groaned intensely. s

“
Tim—” she breathed raggedly, arching her back to him.  She squeezed her thighs on his hips, pulling him deeper and harder.  He thrusted harder and harder as she moved, her fingers kneading at his shoulders, gripping his wet hair.  With every one of his thrusts she lifted her bottom to meet him, in need.  He slipped his hands under her bottom, holding her still, tightly, meshing their hips.  Amanda’s arms wound tightly around his shoulders in effort to endure.  She clung to him as his hips rubbed against her feverishly, in a methodical rhythm.  Her body swayed with his rocking and his lips parted.

“
Amanda, oh god,” Tim gave an enormous groan, exhaling hard.

Small cries were dragged from the back of her throat as she cried his name.  Tremors tingled through her body like pins and needles.  She reached her climax, her release, and his hips locked hard against hers. 

His head lifted and his whole body shuddered wildly, repeatedly, his swollen member spasming inside of her.  Her name ripped from his lips as hot liquid spilled inside of her.  Her muscles gripped him, not wanting to let go as he lowered her bottom and rested on top of her.  She turned her head to the side, shutting her eyes, gasping for air.  He buried his face in her shoulder, trying to regain control.

Tim swallowed hard, h
er tight, swollen genitalia, damp and stretched achingly around his softening staff, was relaxing around him, softening.  Her folds of secretive skin quivered as he withdrew partially.

“
Hey, who’s in there!” A voice yelled.  Amanda was so startled; she almost let out a loud gasp.  Tim’s mouth caught hers with his, and it died.  Neither said a word.  The light shut off, and Tim could feel her heart pumping hard from adrenaline, right through her chest.  He pulled out, and she closed her legs, rolling onto her side.  She was more tired than before, and she wanted to fall asleep right there.