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Authors: Lisa Marie
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for sure which Ciana I am going to get.
She opens the door wearing a thin cotton sundress and her hair is in a ponytail. She looks excited to see me, almost giddy. “Hi, Des.” She opens the door wide and welcomes me into her home. Her dress is almost sheer. I can make out the curves of her body, the perkiness of her nipples and my dick is starting to get hard. I see one of her boys playing video games on the couch. He looks up at me and nods. I return the gesture as Ciana takes my hand and leads me upstairs to her room.
Closing her door, she stands in front of me and slides the thin straps to her dress off of her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Instantaneously, my mouth wraps around her nipple and I am pinning her to the wall. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a condom and undo my pants. Sliding the protection on, I spread her legs and thrust into her wet pussy.
“That's right, Des, fuck me.” Ciana urges and I press her harder into the wall. Her arms are still above her head and her amazing tits bounce with every thrust.
I pound into her quickly so I come, shuddering out my orgasm. The first of many. I smile at her as I pull out and let go of her hands. The first orgasm is mine. It's quick and dirty. A fast fuck against a wall, just like the first time we met and fucked in the stupid club Terminal was playing at. Saw her in a hall. We fucked in the dark not caring if anyone caught us. Here we are, twelve years later, still dirty fucking.
* * *
Six a.m. comes quickly and I'm pulling my jeans on while Ciana climbs into her single bed. I asked her once why she only has a single bed, and her reply, “So no one feels that they have the right to sleep over after we fuck.”
“So who is she?” Ciana asks smiling her devious smile as she lights a cigarette and inhales deeply.
“Who?” I ask as I start pulling my boots on.
“The one you've been distracted by all night.” She blows out a plume of smoke and flicks the ash off of her cigarette with her talon like fingernails. “You were fucking her not me. You've gone soft, Des.”
“Don't know what you're talkin’ about, lady. I was fucking you. That's why I'm here right?” I pull on my second boot and tug the laces tight, probably a little rougher than I need to. She presses herself against my back and wraps her arms around my neck.
“Des, I know these things. Tell yourself what you want, but there's a she – and she's very lucky.”
“Shut up, Ciana.” I shake my head and turn to press a kiss to her forehead. Instead she pushes up on her knees and her mouth meets mine. For the first time in twelve years we share a kiss. Her lips are warm and her tongue darts into my mouth. Lexi flashes in my mind, her mouth, her eyes, her voice. I try to reciprocate, but instead decide to pull away. “I…”
Holding my head in her hands, she dips her head so our eyes meet. “I know, Des. I know.” She kisses my cheek and lets me go. I pull my jacket on and walk to her bedroom door. Gripping the knob tightly I turn to look at the first woman to understand my needs, knowing that she was right and this will be the last time we see each other. She looks sad sitting on her bed hugging her knees. We both know this is goodbye.
I offer her a tight smile and pull the door open stepping quietly into the hall so I don't wake her boys. Maneuvering my way through her home, I make my way to the front entrance and open it up to rain. Fuck. I shouldn't ride in the rain, but I'm not staying here. It's not raining that hard, I'll go slow. It's six in the fucking morning, the highway should be fairly quiet.
Climbing onto my wet bike, I pull out carefully and begin my way up the Coastal Highway. The roads feel like I'm dancing on ice and although a little voice is telling me to pull over and call Landyn to pick me up, I press forward.
I just pass Santa Monica when I feel my bike float and everything slows down.
My bike slipping from beneath me.
My fingers
She opens the door wearing a thin cotton sundress and her hair is in a ponytail. She looks excited to see me, almost giddy. “Hi, Des.” She opens the door wide and welcomes me into her home. Her dress is almost sheer. I can make out the curves of her body, the perkiness of her nipples and my dick is starting to get hard. I see one of her boys playing video games on the couch. He looks up at me and nods. I return the gesture as Ciana takes my hand and leads me upstairs to her room.
Closing her door, she stands in front of me and slides the thin straps to her dress off of her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Instantaneously, my mouth wraps around her nipple and I am pinning her to the wall. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a condom and undo my pants. Sliding the protection on, I spread her legs and thrust into her wet pussy.
“That's right, Des, fuck me.” Ciana urges and I press her harder into the wall. Her arms are still above her head and her amazing tits bounce with every thrust.
I pound into her quickly so I come, shuddering out my orgasm. The first of many. I smile at her as I pull out and let go of her hands. The first orgasm is mine. It's quick and dirty. A fast fuck against a wall, just like the first time we met and fucked in the stupid club Terminal was playing at. Saw her in a hall. We fucked in the dark not caring if anyone caught us. Here we are, twelve years later, still dirty fucking.
* * *
Six a.m. comes quickly and I'm pulling my jeans on while Ciana climbs into her single bed. I asked her once why she only has a single bed, and her reply, “So no one feels that they have the right to sleep over after we fuck.”
“So who is she?” Ciana asks smiling her devious smile as she lights a cigarette and inhales deeply.
“Who?” I ask as I start pulling my boots on.
“The one you've been distracted by all night.” She blows out a plume of smoke and flicks the ash off of her cigarette with her talon like fingernails. “You were fucking her not me. You've gone soft, Des.”
“Don't know what you're talkin’ about, lady. I was fucking you. That's why I'm here right?” I pull on my second boot and tug the laces tight, probably a little rougher than I need to. She presses herself against my back and wraps her arms around my neck.
“Des, I know these things. Tell yourself what you want, but there's a she – and she's very lucky.”
“Shut up, Ciana.” I shake my head and turn to press a kiss to her forehead. Instead she pushes up on her knees and her mouth meets mine. For the first time in twelve years we share a kiss. Her lips are warm and her tongue darts into my mouth. Lexi flashes in my mind, her mouth, her eyes, her voice. I try to reciprocate, but instead decide to pull away. “I…”
Holding my head in her hands, she dips her head so our eyes meet. “I know, Des. I know.” She kisses my cheek and lets me go. I pull my jacket on and walk to her bedroom door. Gripping the knob tightly I turn to look at the first woman to understand my needs, knowing that she was right and this will be the last time we see each other. She looks sad sitting on her bed hugging her knees. We both know this is goodbye.
I offer her a tight smile and pull the door open stepping quietly into the hall so I don't wake her boys. Maneuvering my way through her home, I make my way to the front entrance and open it up to rain. Fuck. I shouldn't ride in the rain, but I'm not staying here. It's not raining that hard, I'll go slow. It's six in the fucking morning, the highway should be fairly quiet.
Climbing onto my wet bike, I pull out carefully and begin my way up the Coastal Highway. The roads feel like I'm dancing on ice and although a little voice is telling me to pull over and call Landyn to pick me up, I press forward.
I just pass Santa Monica when I feel my bike float and everything slows down.
My bike slipping from beneath me.
My fingers
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