6 comments/ 47091 views/ 5 favorites Sean Speaks By: milf26 I waited nervously on the porch of her dorm. I gave the lapels of my tux one last tug and looked through the window of the door. Where was she? We were going to miss our dinner reservation if she didn't hurry. I was just taking a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket when the door opened behind me. "Sean! You promised you wouldn't smoke tonight!" She scolded me. I turned around with a smile on my lips, but my mouth dropped open at the sight of her. She looked gorgeous! She had straightened her long, usually curly, hair and it hung smoothly on each side of her face, framing it. Her makeup was natural looking as always...all except her lips which were painted a beautiful shade of red. A red that matched the color of her low cut, tastefully snug dress. Her heels made her taller than her usual five foot two, and the tasteful jewelry completed the look. On an average day, Trish was very pretty, but tonight she was absolutely beautiful! My heart fluttered when I saw her, and it suddenly hit me that I was falling in love with her. That I had been falling in love with her for two amazing months of being together. "T-Trish! You look amazing!" I stepped to her and kissed her full lips. Then I nuzzled her neck and put an arm around her waist and bent down to whisper in her ear. "Are you sure we have to go tonight? I can think of a few other things I want to do to you instead." She smiled wickedly and winked at me. "Maybe afterward. Aren't we going to be late for dinner?" She asked as she pulled away. I sighed dejectedly and took her little hand in mine. A manicure I noticed. Trish never got manicures. "Not if we hurry!" I led her to my Jeep and opened her door for her, got her in with a kiss and then dashed to my side and took off as quickly as I could. We chatted, almost nervously, about the formal that her sorority was holding, about her classes and about my impending graduation. My heart gave a jolt when I realized that in another two weeks I would be moving back to San Diego and we would be apart. I pushed the thought from my mind as I pulled up to the valet and let him take my seat in the car. The other valet had already helped Trish out of the car and was talking to her, his eyes darting from her face to the top of her silky brown cleavage that she had decided to show off this evening. I smoothly stepped up to her and gave her a kiss on the temple and gave the man a look to let him know that she was taken. "You two have a good night," He said with a knowing smile to me. I took her hand and kissed her again as we walked into Fusion, the restaurant that everyone who was anyone was trying to get into. As we sat waiting for our table, Trish looked around eagerly, taking in the mostly red décor, the plush couches we sat on, the pictures of pagodas; the fountains that bubbled quietly in the corners of the lobby area. Our eyes met and she gave me a dazzling smile. "You look very handsome tonight," she said a little shyly. "You don't think my hair is too short?" I asked. I had gotten it cut that day and the stylist had tried a new style. I was anxious to know if she liked it or not. It was a change from the usual cut I got. "No," Trish said, reaching up to touch my hair. "I really like it. She did something a little different, didn't she?" "Jesus, if you keep touching me, we'll never make it in there," I growled softly. She gave a low chuckle and touched my cheek. My dick jumped in response. "What turned you into a big ol' horn dog this evening?" "Do you know how amazing you look? I've never seen you with your hair straight," I touched the end of her hair with my finger and marveled at the fact that it wasn't curly anymore. "Don't get too excited," she laughed. "It goes back to the way it was tomorrow." "I like it curly too," I offered. "But this is damn sexy. Damn sexy." "I was worried you wouldn't like it," she murmured as her gaze caught mine. "It's so different. Hell, I wasn't sure that I would like it." We stared at each other until I heard my name being called. I turned to look toward the waitress, but not before I felt the spark that jumped between us. We had been undefined until this point. Seeing more of each other than anyone else, but I was positive that I wasn't sleeping with anyone other than Trish, and I was pretty sure I was the only man in her bed. I wanted everything to work out between us and I didn't want to fuck it up in any way. We followed the hostess to the table, Trish looked a little bewildered and didn't say a word. We sat, ordered drinks and she stared off into space. "I'm going to miss you, Sean," she half whispered from across the table. "You won't have a chance to. You're still coming to visit in June, right?" I reached across the table and she slid her hand into mine. The distinction of her brown skin next to my paler, whiter skin turning me on for the umpteenth time. I stroked the bones of her hand with my thumb and she sighed cozily. "Sure," she said a touch too brightly, but before I could ask her if something was wrong, the server came to our table and asked if we were ready to order. We were silent, listening to the sounds around us: the clink of sliverware against plates, the almost ethereal sounds of light, asian inspired music floating on the air, the heavy sigh that escaped from Trish's lips. "Are you alright, Buddy?" I had started calling her that when I was pretty sure the only thing that would ever be between us was friendship. The name had stuck, and was now a term of endearment. She laughed sharply, then fixed her eyes on mine. "Yeah, just nervous. This is the last function before I become a sister tomorrow, and this is my last chance to make a good impression." A good impression? She had to be kidding. There wasn't a woman more poised, elegant or beautiful in that sorority. I watched as she took a small sip of her drink, then sat forward as if to tell me something in secret. I leaned forward too, all my attention focused on her, studying every detail of her. God, she was beautiful. "There is some kind of after party that Cecillia wants to go to, if you want to skip it, then that's okay, but at least we have an option." I heard her, but my mind was too busy remembering our last lovemaking session. Her body had writhed under mine, she had called my name out over and over until her voice had become more hoarse than it's usual sexy huskiness "It's your night, Buddy. We can do whatever you want." I sat back and let the waiter place my plate in front of me. "I should have gotten what you got," she groaned. It was inevitable that she wanted my food. "If you're nice, I'll think about sharing," I said as I cut into my steak. I cut a piece for her and leaned across the table, pushing the fork between her lips. Her red lips parted and with more sensuality than I am sure she meant to impart she took the bite into her mouth and moaned in ectasy. "I really should have gotten that!" She said when she had swallowed the bite. It was too late for me though, I was rock hard already. Dead puppies...my grandmother's underwear...boogers...God, when would this raging erection go away? After staying with us the entire dinner, my unwanted guest finally started to leave; but when Trish stood up and excused herself he was back again. I watched her tight bottom as it weaved through the crowd to the restroom, and I wondered how I was going to make it through the rest of the night without a chronic case of blue balls. We reached the ballroom at the hotel by nine-thirty, and were immediately overrun by Trish's pledge sisters. They grabbed her and pulled her out to the dance floor, making a show at solidarity, even though I knew that most of the girls disliked each other. Trish gave me a backward glance and threw me a grin that took my breath away. I watched her dance with the other sisters, and when the song was over, I joined her out on the floor and danced with her for the next hour or so. I stepped off the floor to get her a drink and just as I heading back out to her, whiskey sour in hand, I saw a guy sweep in and take her into his arms. It was her ex-boyfriend, Matt. What the hell was he doing here? Trish gave him a kiss on the cheek and then a big hug and kissed him again. "They seem awfully chummy, don't they?" A voice behind me half whispered. "What?" I turned and found Lizzie Uddo standing behind me, her hand placed lightly on my shoulder. Her hair was lacquered into an unflattering french roll. Her dress was equally unflattering, the green of the obviously expensive dress washing her color out. I stared at Trish and saw Matt put his arm possessively around her and stare right at me. "What the fuck is he doing here?" I demanded. I felt my blood begin to boil. "He's my date, but I see he would rather be with her; he's been talking about her all night.. What is it about her?" She whined. "Is she that amazing in bed? Is fucking a black girl that different from fucking a white one?" "Shut up, Lizzie," I said through clenched teeth. "You know she's nothing but a tramp, don't you?" Matt's hand slid down the waist of Trish's dress while he seemed to undress her with his eyes. It was clear what his intentions were when he led her off of the dance floor and to the bar. "Shut up, Lizzie." My free hand reflexively balled into a fist. "Forget her, Sean. It looks like she's already forgotten you." We stood together and watched Matt lean his blond head to hers and give her the tiniest of kisses on the mouth. Then he gave her a deeper, more soulful kiss. I didn't stop to see what Trish's reaction was, I turned on my heel and strode through the ballroom and out the door to the lobby. I pulled my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket when I reached the street and lit it with shaky hands. I thought the first drag and exhale would calm my nerves, but it just upset me more. I couldn't get the vision of Matt's lips on Trish's out of my head. The way her eyes stayed fixed on him as he talked...she wasn't over him, I could see that plain as day. I heard the click of high heels behind me, and when I turned, I saw that it was Lizzie who had followed me out to the street. I threw my half finished cigarette into the street and wished that it was Trish instead of Lizzie coming to find me. "Sean!" She called out to me. "I was so worried about you!" She threw skinny pale arms around my neck, then gave me a wet sloppy kiss that made my stomach turn. "Sean?" I heard Trish's voice say in disbelief. "I-I can't believe this!" Trish backed away from us and turned quickly. She ran as fast as her heels would take her, which wasn't that far. "Trish! It's not what you think!" I jogged to her side and put my arm around her shoulders. I pulled her close to me, but she pushed me away. "I saw her tongue down your throat...what else am I supposed to think?" She gestured wildly with her hand toward Lizzie. "That Lizzie is just a friend! She kissed me! Anyway, I didn't exactly see you objecting when Matt kissed you just a few minutes ago!" I yelled back. "That's right, we didn't," Lizzie slid next to me smoothly and leaned against me. "Lizzie, please!" I stepped away from her and stepped closer to Trish. "Sean, you can't fight what is between us. We have been friends since last year, we've gone out a few times, we've made love a few times," She looked pointedly at Trish before she went on. "We are meant to be together!" "Lizzie, we are friends, that's all," I stared at her in disbelief. Trish looked at her with narrowed eyes but stayed silent. "We will never be just friends," Lizzie cried frantically. "We made love, you asshole!" "Liz—" I was at a loss for words. "I'm sorry, but I love Trish. I didn't realize you had feelings for me, or I would have..." I faltered. There were no words to tell her how sorry I was, until she looked at Trish with blazing eyes and coldly said: "You stupid nigger bitch! You already have Matt. Go back to him. Sean should know that you are fucking them both. You fucking slut!" "W-what are you saying?" I stuttered. I didn't see Trish curl up her fingers and I missed the part where she threw her arm, but there was no mistaking the crunch of bones as her fist smashed into Lizzie's nose. Lizzie sank to the ground holding her nose in shock while Trish stood over her holding her injured hand. "I'll make sure you never get initiated into Tri Phi if it's the last thing I do!" Lizzie sobbed. Blood was starting to seep through her fingers and onto her dress. "The last thing I want to be a part of is anything you are in. For your information, I knew about you and Sean, I haven't been seeing anyone but Sean, and Matt's an evil son of a bitch. You two are meant for each other...you can have him—you can have both of them—if that's what you want, you psycho bitch!" Trish stalked off and was at the taxi stand when I caught up to her. Her eyes were flashing but her mouth was trembling as if she were going to cry. She held her hand close to her body and when she saw me coming she turned her back to me. "Oh God, Trish, I'm so sorry. I honestly didn't know that she liked me so much. Then I saw Matt kiss you and I got crazy because I thought you were still in love with him." I saw her square her shoulders and then she turned and stared into my eyes without blinking. "Come with me, Buddy. You don't have to take a taxi, I'll take you wherever you want to go." She let me lead her by her good hand to the parking garage and we were silent all the way to the house that I shared with two other fraternity brothers. When I opened the door, the house was dark and quiet. She followed me to the couch where I sat her down and then I went to the freezer to find a package of frozen veggies, some ice...something to bring down the swelling in her hand. It was already twice its normal size and didn't seem to want to stop swelling. But I had seen enough hand injuries in my baseball playing days to know that sometimes the breaks were hard to find until later when the swelling had gone down. I found what I was looking for, walked out into the livingroom and saw her sitting just as I had left her, only she was trembling visibly. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. Are you terribly upset?" "No, Sean, I'm really fucking angry!" She looked up at me and I started to reach out to her but she pulled back. She jumped to her feet and stood toe to toe with me. "She has no right to call me those names! Stupid arrogant ugly-ass bitch! I hope I broke that ugly fucking roman nose!" "Trish, I'm sorry," I said lamely. I didn't know the right words. The words that would take the sting away. The phrase that might heal her. So I took her into my arms instead. When she finally relaxed against me, I heard a painful sob escape from the depths of her body, and she began to cry. I murmured her name over and over and when the weeping turned to shuddering breaths, I sat down with her and wiped her face with my hands. "Before we get too comfortable, can you move your hand?" I gazed at her with concern. She showed me how her fingers wiggled, though she did grimace as she moved her fingers slowly. "Good, nothing seems to be broken, but I want you to put this on your hand," I handed her the package of frozen peas. "You have a great right cross." "All that boxing with my brother paid off after all." She said with a giggle, and a small, sad smile that broke my heart. But at least she could smile. She hissed in pain as she set the peas on her hand, but she didn't cry. "About the kiss—I didn't kiss her, I swear it!" I rubbed her cheek with my thumb and gazed at her. "I know you didn't, I just got jealous. I knew how much she wanted you," Trish shrugged. "But I also know that we are not exclusive, so I wasn't going to say or do anything...until she started calling me th—those names. I shouldn't have hit her, but I was so angry, Sean. I'm really ashamed of myself." "She should be lucky that my mother raised me to not hit girls," I grunted. I moved closer to kiss her, but she scrambled away from me. "No," Trish said quietly. "I think that's a bad idea." "What are you talking about?" I was genuinely puzzled. "I think that maybe I should go home. I want to get my head together and figure out what is going on with the sorority." "Trish, stay with me. We don't have to sleep together, but I feel completely responsible for what happened tonight." "It wasn't you," she said softly. "Stay, please." I leaned in to kiss her and this time she didn't pull away. She kissed me fiercely for a second then stood up quickly. "I'll call you tomorrow," She said as she dashed to the door. She opened it and then she was gone. To Be Continued... Sean Speaks Ch. 02 “Sean, get up man, you have your last final today,” My roomate, Todd, was standing in my doorframe yelling at me across the room. “Get up, Dawg!” He crossed the floor in three steps and stood over me then shook me as he ahd done for the past few days. “What the hell is wrong with you? Is this about Trish?” “I haven’t heard from her in five days, Todd,” I said pathetically. “she avoids me at school, she won’t take my calls, I think I’m going crazy!” “You’ve got it bad, my man,” Todd clapped his hand on my shoulder. “She got to you, huh?” “I love her, Todd.” “I know you do, Sean, otherwise you wouldn’t be laying here unshaved and mopey when you are about to graduate from college and go out into the world.” He rubbed his shaved head and stood up. “You need to find out how she feels about you so that you know how to proceed.” “I think she hates me,” I whined. “I would hate you too, you whiny crybaby,” Todd laughed, his straight, white teeth glowed in his brown face. “She doesn’t hate you, Sean, she’s scared.” “How would you know?” I demanded. I sat up and glared at him. “I’ve seen her and talked to her a few times.” He explained. “She heard you tell Lizzie that you loved her—Trish I mean—that you loved Trish. It freaked her out. She didn’t know that you felt so deeply.” “How does she feel about me?” I demanded again. “Oh no! You have to ask her yourself,” Todd stood and shook his head. “Talk to her after your final. I’m supposed to meet her at Izzy’s at one o’clock. If I can’t show up for some reason, it would only be fair to send my best buddy instead to let her know.” A smile broke out onto my face and I crawled out of bed with more energy than I had had for the past week. I hurried to get dressed, took my last final ever, then I ran back home, showered, shaved off the shadowy beard I had been growing since the day after the formal, and then dressed again. I forced my self to walk slowly to Izzy’s, the coffee shop located just off campus, and make myself ten minutes late. I didn’t want Trish to see me and bolt first thing. When I walked in, it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dimness of the coffee shop, but after a few blinks and squints, I finally found her in a far corner of the room, staring at me, her face blank. I raised my hand and waved a little, then I walked over to her table. She looked like she hadn’t slept very well for the last few days, and her hair was back to curly, but twisted up in a loose knot and held by a pencil. “Oh Trish!” I breathed. “I missed you so much.” “Sean,” she gave me a smile, then motioned to me that I sould have the seat across from her. “I take it Todd’s not coming?” “He couldn’t make it,” I lied shamelessly. My heart was thudding in my chest with excitement. I hadn’t known how much I cared for her and missed her. I had been sleepwalking through life for almost a week now because I couldn’t be with her. “He sent you here,” she said with a soft laugh. “You’re a bad liar.” “He sent me, but only because he thought we needed to talk.” I reached out to take her hand and the spark that jumped from her hand to mine made me catch my breath. There was no doubt to me now that I was in love with her. I always had been. “We do, I just didn’t want to do it today. I’m so mixed up. My life has fallen apart in so many ways, I don’t know where to begin.” “Just start at the beginning.” “I didn’t get initiated,” she sighed. “But then, neither did Lizzie. I was told that if I wanted to be a pledge in the fall and try again that I would be eligible next pledge season. The President of the chapter apologized profusely, but said that she could not allow a young woman that had no self control to become a sister until her anger management skills were more finely tuned…those are her words, not mine. But she said that she did understand and that while I was eligible to be reinstated in the fall, Lizzie was told that her behavior was unacceptable and she was asked to leave.” She gave me a small smile. “That’s great! So will you try again in the fall?” “No, I…Sean, I won’t be coming back. My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer and she’s dying. She only has about six months to live and I want to stay with her in St. Louis.” “Of course you do,” I stroked her hand and it seemed that I could feel her heart breaking. “You’ll understand then if I don’t make it to San Diego this summer?” “I’ll be disappointed sure, but I understand. You do what you have to. Don’t give me a second thought.” “But that’s another thing. I can’t not give you a thought. You are all I think about, and it scares the shit out of me. When you told Lizzie that you loved me I froze up inside. I was going to tell you later that night that we should stop seeing each other, but then you said you loved me and I knew I loved you too. “These past few days have been torture for a lot of reasons, Sean, but mostly because I was trying to get you out of my head and my brain won’t agree. I felt like if I could just make it through each day without seeing you the loneliness would go away;that the pain would be less. But it wasn’t, I ached for you…” Her voice trailed and she looked at me with her big brown eyes. “But that doesn’t matter. Sean, I want you to see other people. Long distance is too hard on a relationship, and my mom dying won’t make it any easier. Thank you for loving me,” the words caught in her throat. “I’ll never forget you.” “Don’t I get a say?” My voice broke. “I don’t want anyone else, I told you that! Jesus, Trish. I love you. I’ve never said that to anyone before you. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” “This isn’t easy for me! I would like to be able to give you everything, but I can’t right now! I have to let you go, that way it won’t be so bad when I go back. You need more than a depressed girlfriend that lives more than 2,000 miles away.” “What if I move to be with you?” I asked suddenly. “No. Absolutely not.” Her hair tumbled around her shoulders as she vehemently shook her head. “I can be an unemployed bio major anywhere, Buddy, but I can only be near you if I am in St. Louis,” I said warming to the idea. “I can’t stop you, but it would be nice to have you there.” “I love you, Trish,” I said, testing out the words for the first time. “I love you too, Sean.” To be continued... Sean Speaks Ch. 03 Two weeks later, I packed up my few belongings and instead of heading west to California, I headed north to St. Louis. My parents were actually pretty cool about the whole change in plans…or rather they were cooler than I thought they would be. I managed to find an apartment near Trish’s home, and a job bartending a few nights a week. On my first day off, Trish stopped by with a bushy ivy plant in her hand. “A house warming present,” she said when I opened the door. She placed the plant into my hands and waited with a smile. “I can’t stay very long, Mom and the nurse are playing a few rounds of War, but they told me to take a little break and get some fresh air. Mom’s having a good day today.” “Come in,” I set the plant in the window next to the door, the only place besided the floor to set it down. I only had a futon and a small dining table that was piled with clothes and papers and junk, and a TV. I still hadn’t had time to go shopping for household items “The next time I get a few minutes, I’ll help you unpack.” She leaned up to give me a kiss. “Don’t you dare! You work too hard as it is,” I gave her a kiss and motioned her over to the futon. “have a seat, Buddy.” We sat together like two shy teenagers. She looked around. “This is a nice place,” she said finally. We started to laugh, thankful the uncomfortable silence had been broken finally. “It really is.” “Thanks.” I started at her, memorizing the shape of her face, the curve of her lips, the darkness of her eyes. It had been awhile since we had seen each other last. She was so busy taking care of her mother she hadn’t had a moment to spare and I didn’t want to intrude on her last days with her mom. “I should head back,” she said finally. She stood and I followed her to the door, but when I bent my head to kiss her, I couldn’t stop myself; my hands tangled themselves in her thick, soft hair and I pulled her body to me savoring her warmth. Her spicy perfume, the closeness of her body, the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra were arousing me. I let my tounge slide into her mouth, and I pulled her tightly to me. “Sean,” she sighed. “I miss you.” “Just stay for a few minutes more,” I walked her back to the futon and we sat down, pulling off our clothes as fast as we could. When we were completely naked I took the time to stroke her body and taste the saltiness of her skin. I let my hands wander over her softly rounded tummy to the soft black curls that formed a triangle at the junction between her legs. I buried my fingers in her warm damp pussy and she cried out in pleasure. I took my time bringing her to orgasm, and when she finally came she lay limply on the bed smiling at me. I nipped playfully at the nipple that was closest to me and sucked it into my mouth while a moan started low in her throat as she wiggled against my lips. I gave the other nipple a gentle tug with my fingers, and her body jerked. “I want you inside of me,” Trish said sweetly. She pulled me over her and helped guide me into her body. As my cock sank into her warm hole we both sighed happily. It had been far too long since we had last been together, but it felt so right…then so wrong! “Wait!” I pulled out quickly. “I don’t have any condoms!” “Come back here!” She screeched. “Please, I need you right now.” She raised her body up onto her elbow. “This isn’t a good idea,” I said with a shake of my head. “What if you get pregnant?” “God,” she groaned. “How about just a few strokes? If you feel like you’re close, pull out. Come on, Sean.” She wiggled her eyebrows wantonly, then she kissed me and I forgot our whole conversation. She pulled me down and wrapped her legs around me, rocking against me and taking my full length into her body in one stroke. Her small whimpers of pleasure began to build into full blown screams as I plunged in and withdrew my pale member from her comforting dark warmth. “I’m close,” I said to her. The warm summer night and our frenzied lovemaking caused a thin sheen of sweat to form between our bodies. My skin slid against her dewy stomach as I lifted my body away from her, readying myself to pull out when she wrapped her arms around me and held me against her. “Wait, I want to cum with you inside of me.” Her muscles tightened around my shaft. The sensation of being completely squeezed, and Trish’s calling my name over and over almost drove me over the edge, but I was able to hold on until she loosened her grip. I pulled out of her and pumped my cum all over her stomach then dropped next to her, snuggling her close. “How did I wind up so lucky?” She asked fondly as I reached down to grab my tshirt, I wiped her stomach gently until she was clean. Our eyes caught and we held the gaze for what seemed like hours. “I definitely got lucky too.” I kissed her gently. “I love you, but I have to get up and get back home.” She sat on the side of the bed. I nodded and kissed the brown expanse of her back. She was getting so thin, her ribs were more pronounced than the last time I had seen her. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my head on top of hers. “If you need anything, call me?” “Okay,” She touched my arms briefly, then tugged them down. “I’ve been gone too long. Thank you, Sean. I needed that.” “Me too.” I kissed her neck, and watched as she got up and got dressed. She bent to kiss me good bye, and I grabbed her and rolled her back down beside me on the bed. Her giggles filled the apartment and I stroked her face. “You look so serious!” She said through her giggle. “I want to come and meet your mom,” I said genuinely. “Why?” She asked with mock concern. “Because I think it might be important to meet her and everything before I marry you.” “Marry me?” She snorted. “Not for a while at least.” “Marry you.” “We can’t get married yet! I’m just going into my senior year of college! You just moved here. We are really very young!” “But I’ve known I was going to be with you since the night of that pledge party.” I grinned at her and kissed her again. “We don’t have to do anything fancy, just us, your mom, your brother, and if we plan it just right, my parents too.” “You’re crazy!” She whispered. Then she beamed. “But I must be crazy too, because I’m thinking you might be right.” That night we told Trish’s mother, Mrs. Rice, our plans and she laughed through her tears. “I was so afraid I would miss your wedding day!” Mrs. Rice gushed. She hugged Trish and then motioned me over. “My new son!” Two weeks later, on a warm, breezy summer evening, in her mother’s large, tree covered backyard, we were married in front of Trish’s immediate family, and my parents. Trish looked absolutely beautiful in her strapless white dress, her hair piled on top of her head, and little camomile flowers tucked into her hair dark like stars. When I kissed her in front of the judge, everyone cheered and threw rose petals into the air. We were toasted, given best wishes, and then finally, late into the night we went to the small bed and breakfast that was just a mile away for our first night together as husband and wife. I watched from the bed as Trish pulled the tiny flowers from her hair and then let the heavy mass fall around her shoulders. I watched her take her makeup off, then she stood up from the dressing table and went to the bathroom, closing the door with a quick peek through the door. She opened it ten minutes later and swept out in a lacy white nightgown that swirled around her ankles. I took in a sharp breath at her beauty and thought for the hundredth time that day that I was truly blessed. We didn’t speak, we just seemed to be pulled together into a kiss that was shy at first and then grew more and more passionate. I slid the thin straps of the nighty down her arms and bunched the fabric over her breasts and pushed it down to her waist. I kissed her neck and was working my way slowly to her beautiful breasts when she harshly whispered “I don’t want to make love tonight. I want you to fuck me.” I was a bit startled, I must admit. Trish had never ever asked for anything like that. “Don’t treat me like a precious doll, Sean. Fuck me senseless.” A randy smirk spread across my face and I yanked the nightgown off her body in one smooth pull, leaving her completely naked. The desire in her eyes was glaringly obvious, but when I pinned her to the bed with her hands above her head, the passion was stark. She lifted her hips to meet me, but I growled for her to lay still in the most menacing voice I could manage. I bit and sucked at her flesh until she begged me to fuck her, but instead of listening to her, I dropped to the floor next to the bed and roughly pulled her to me. I dipped my tongue into her overflowing pussy and groaned with pleasure. I knew she was fighting to keep her voice down, and had been for the duration of our foreplay, but when I took her clit into my mouth and pulled it between my lips her knees squeezed my head and she let out a long, sexy wail. I let my tongue play along the sweetly musky opening and without a second thought threw myself over her and plunged into her. I drove my cock in and out of her until she made the move and with a look, a touch, she let me know she wanted to be on top. Our combined panting and the moans that escaped our mouths filled the room, and when she sat over me and used her hand to find her opening, she teased me at first. I groaned unhappily, waiting for her to ride me but she let only the very head slide in and then slide out. Trish lay over me, a glint in her eye. She was taking her own sweet time and frustrating the hell out of me. She laughed when she saw how much I wanted her, then complained loudly when I jabbed my hips into the air and speared her with my cock. I laughed evily and smiled at her. We moved in unison, finding the perfect rhythm and loving the perfect way our bodies molded to each other. At last, our ardor reached its high point. Together we came with abandon, our shouts finally giving way to raspy, ragged breathing. “Are you senseless?” I asked, the corner of my mouth lifted in a smirk. “Huh?” She asked dazed. Then we laughed. “Yes, that was exactly what I was talking about.” “I love you, Trish O’Reilly,” I murmured. She lay down next to me and I kissed her smooth brown shoulder. “I sound so Irish!” She laughed. “But you are!” I said with an overdone brogue. “Your Black Irish!” She put her hand in the air and looked at the thin gold band set with small diamonds around the band. “Trish O’Reilly. I like the sound of that.” I took her hand and kissed it. “So do I.” Our lips met and she rolled into my arms. I tucked her head under my chin, and when her breathing became steady I gave her a faint squeeze just to reassure myself that she really was all mine.