Free Silk Stalkings by Kelli Scott

do the trick, he
wanted to tell her, but he sensed a fragility in her and couldn’t risk hurting
her feelings in any way.
    She uncoiled one leg from around him. Opening his eyes, he
nearly lost his concentration at the sight of the high heel she still wore as
she stretched her leg toward the ceiling. Yancey pointed and flexed her toe
before hooking her leg around his waist again. Probably warding off a Charlie
horse.
    Tuning out the heels and the stockings, he concentrated on
Yancey. Her eyes. Her lips. He leaned in and kissed her mouth, slow and
sensual, mimicking the rhythm of the in and out of his cock in her snug pussy.
He sensed that she wanted a sexual adventure from him, so he once again roughly
pinned her hands above her head with his hand. His grip tightened around her
delicate wrists. That didn’t last. Sentiment grabbed hold of him and he laced
his fingers with hers while he continued the easy cadence he’d established of
his body rocking into hers.
    Her breathing had begun to return to normal after her
orgasm, but now picked up momentum again. Diego ramped up his tempo, thrusting
faster, harder, deeper, to match her labored breaths. Her chest rose and fell
heavily. He had to hold it together. His home phone rang, breaking his
concentration but not the pace he’d established. If anything, he plunged
faster.
    Releasing her hands, he gripped the lip of the mattress and
forged ahead. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. His muscles ached from
exertion. His heart drummed in his chest but he wanted to see the glow of a
second orgasm on her face.
    Her head fell to the side, eyes closed, and she moaned. Her
body tensed, her pussy milked his cock as her fingers dug into the flesh of his
back. A rush of warmth coated his cock. He came in the middle of her climax,
taking that blissful tumble with her. The dizzying mix of prickling skin and
emotions disoriented him. He lost a small chunk of time, almost as if he’d
blacked out, his mind blank to anything but the pleasure he found in her pussy.
    They remained joined for several minutes. Diego reveled in
the comfort of being wrapped in her arms and entwined in her legs as if he and
Yancey were one person.
    “Did you know that orgasms relieve tension, improve sleep
and suppress the appetite?” she asked.
    Diego chuckled. “You don’t say?”
    “It’s true,” she said. “Google it if you don’t believe me.”
    “I believe you.” He pecked at her swollen lips. “My cell
phone is ringing again.” Must be important, he thought.
    “Go. Answer it.”
    “You don’t mind?” he asked.
    Sexual etiquette frowned upon answering phones so soon after
sex. Sent a bad message. Unless a bad message was what you intended. He didn’t
feel the strong urge a guy sometimes experiences to make a getaway on the heels
of a climax, as if a woman’s cunt were a trap he’d narrowly escaped. There was
no little voice in his head asking, “What the fuck have you done?” The voice
was prompting him to do it again—soon and often.
    “Right now,” she said dreamily, “you could steal my credit
cards, my car, my dog…”
    “Good to know.” Diego kissed her soundly to hopefully offset
the inevitable annoyance she’d feel due to the phone call he knew he had to
return. Would not be good news. “Do you even have a dog?”
    “No.”
    He rolled off her with a gasp, pulling out of the warmest
place he’d ever been. She turned over to lie on her side. Diego leaned in to
kiss her near-perfect ass. A lazy smile crossed her face. He swatted her
playfully, making her squirm and laugh. He sensed that she really didn’t mind
if he made a call. Some women say one thing but mean another. She wasn’t like
that. Yet. Maybe Yancey was different.
    Scrolling through his texts, he let out a sigh. “Bad news, baby.”
     
    Lifting her head off the pillow that smelled deliciously of
him, Yancey asked lazily, “What is it?”
    So many possibilities crossed her mind—unsettling
possibilities.