Follow You Down (Farfalla Book 1) Page 4

  He fumbled with the door and I was ablaze…panting. Once inside, our clothes flew off of us. When I saw his chest, I gasped. His body was so smoothly muscular. He was darkly tanned all over. His muscles were lean, but he looked powerful. Muscles moved sinuously under his dark, tight skin, rippling under the light dusting of hair. I fumbled with my nylons, removing them but stayed in my bra and panties…thank God I wore a nice new set!

  And then he was on me. His hot kisses smashed into my lips as he expertly removed my bra with one hand, and then his hot mouth was on my breasts. His new whiskers chafed my skin in the most pleasant way while the heat of those kisses and nibbles set my body raging…flaming…as if I would immolate…spontaneous combustion. I was dripping at this point. I didn’t need foreplay. I wanted him in me…immediately.

  I pushed him away and slid backward onto his bed. He was on me like a panther. He again began kissing me roughly, then again down to my breasts. I expected him to enter me, and I felt more ready than I ever had. But he suddenly slowed down. His kisses turned softer. Slower. Teasing. His hot breath made my soft hairs stand up on end. No! Don’t slow down! I’m ready!

  And then he moved down. He began to kiss below my breasts. Then down to my stomach. As he kissed his way down, he gently tugged at my panties. I lifted my hips, and he slid them down. Self-consciously, I pulled my legs tightly together, even though I was hotter and wetter than I had ever felt before. But his hand slid between my thighs, and he pressed them apart. I couldn’t resist his touch. His strength. His heat. I wanted him to do to me whatever he wanted. I wanted to give him all of me.

  And then his mouth was on me. I had never experienced a man’s mouth on my sex, and I was very nervous—at first. But his hot, rough face pressed into me, and I relaxed and let him. His lips opened me. His whiskers tickled and burned. His tongue pressed into me. He knew exactly where to go and what to do. Immediately wave after wave of warmth moved through my body: my toes were curling, my body was jerking. I felt electric sparks hitting my brain, and I gave in to them. I couldn’t fight the feeling. I welcomed the warmth. I welcomed the burning and wetness. He was consuming me, and I wanted him to. Oh God, how I wanted him to! I wanted his mouth to take in my entire sex.

  My first real orgasm with a man hit me like a bolt of lightning. It felt like cresting the first big hill on a roller coaster, and then it was that sudden precipitous drop, hurtling down too fast to comprehend. I remember my head slammed back against the bed and my entire body convulsed. I began to shake, and every inch of me was both fire and ice. My mind disappeared. I wasn’t Rachel Walker. I was on a cloud. I was underground. I was in Heaven and Hell at the same time. Warm, soft clouds and burning hot fire. Every inch of me was consumed and reborn in that moment. I was twisting violently, unable to control my movements. And I drifted…panting…

  “You okay?” I heard him ask. His voice was so distant.

  “Yeah….yeah…” and I realized I had been far, far away. How much time had passed? It could’ve been hours. I drifted back to earth, and he was still passionately kissing me, but avoiding direct pressure on my sex…he knew I was tingling too much. He knew my body so well already.

  “David, I want you inside me.” Though I was already breathing heavily, I knew I wanted his sex in mine. I wanted him to take me. He had just given me the greatest pleasure I had ever felt, and I wanted to repay him. He looked up at me and smiled. He slid his way up my body, pausing to kiss me coming up, the way he had kissed me going down. But I was too excited…too overwhelmed from my intense orgasm. When he kissed my breasts, I felt hot red pokers through my body. No, I wanted his body. I grabbed his upper arms and pulled him up. I needed it right now!

  And then his mouth was on mine. And our tongues returned to their familiar spots, battling each other. I could feel his hardness against my thigh. I opened myself to him, and he was between my legs, without breaking our kiss. It was coming soon.

  I wanted it. I needed it.

  I reached my hand down and grabbed his hardness. It felt so urgent. It felt so thick! I opened my legs as wide as I could and guided him into me. The tip of him found my opening, and began to push…to drive into me…slowly, but relentlessly. Taking my moisture. Pushing gradually. Distending me. As he began to enter me, I gasped. I was so wet he was sliding in easily, but his thickness opened me more than I had ever been opened before. I felt the pressure, pushing me inside out. I felt so stretched. I could feel his hot strength pushing me wider than ever before. He was much larger than anybody I had been with. I felt a moment of fear as he pushed himself into my softness. I was wrapping myself around him, and feeling the joyful tension already building inside me.

  But he was so slow, and so careful. And I opened wider to accept him. He moved in, just a bit at a time, and each time my body accepted his inward movement. Each push brought a rasping gasp from me. Electric fire roared through me. Each movement sent a hard shot of flame up my spine and down to my feet. My head was burning. His body felt like hot coals on me. We were already sweating, but we were just getting started.

  And then he was all the way in me. He gave me a second to accept this fullness. I felt distended to the limit. Then he began to move. Slowly. Grinding his hips into me. His mouth pressed into mine at the same time, and I felt myself burning inside like I had never before. Every movement in or out sent burning shivers radiating through my body. I felt so warm. So wanted. So complete. I wanted to be here forever, with this man on top of me. Consuming each other. Is there ever anything as good as that feeling? Warmth through your entire body? A man’s strong body moving over the top of you? I felt so feminine yet so powerful. So alive. Every nerve ending was prickling and sparking. My body was stinging and burning. The sensations were almost too much…right to the edge of what my body and mind could handle.

  He was moving more rapidly now. I felt his thrusts through me, driving inside me. I grunted with each push in, and gasped with each movement out. He felt so forceful, like he could break me if he pushed just a little harder.

  And then he lifted up and pulled my hips onto his thighs, as he knelt upright. His gorgeous, predatory eyes looked into mine, like an eagle about to strike. His lean body was above me. I was throwing my hips up to meet his thrusts, and the urgency was building…that tightening that builds inside, and that you feel could break you into pieces. It felt like he was picking up the tempo, and it felt to me like he would finish soon. I wanted him to. His thrusts were intense and powerful, forcing the wind out of me. Our bodies were slapping together, and we were pouring sweat.

  Then he pulled out, and turned my hips with his rough hands. I rolled over. He pulled me up on my knees, and he entered me from behind. I had never done this before. I opened myself as widely as I could. His exigent thrusts felt so deep I had to pull away just a bit. He sensed this, and changed to more shallow, but no less powerful movements. I was more open than I had ever thought possible. Each pounding thrust send his testicles slapping against my clitoris, and I was building to another massive orgasm. He could feel me building, and his thrusts became more grinding, driving more pressure to the right spots. And then it started. From his hot penetrations, the waves of pleasure began to align, and then Pow!

  Fire shot through me. Hot, furious fire hit my brain like an internal burning sledgehammer. I pushed against him to get every wave of that pleasure. My eyes were slammed shut and I screamed out into the pillow. I was all fire and ferocity and pleasure. This orgasm was different than the last. Instead of letting go to pleasure, I was punching pleasure in the mouth and forcing it to do my bidding. Again, I disappeared…I was in another place. Heaven and Hell…my new vacation spots. Floating on clouds of white, and burning in flames of red. Again, I drifted off, and lost sense of time.

  After it was over, I was quivering, crying out to each of his now slowing thrusts. The pillow was wet from my tears.

  I was panting loudly. I was exhausted. I was ready for him to finish. I had never experienced anything like this…w
anting someone to finish. Sex had always been over too soon for me to enjoy. I didn’t know if I was strong enough to have another orgasm from him. I felt like I might not be able to come back.

  His hand pressure on my hip caused me to roll over onto my back, though in my exhaustion I moved very slowly. The entire room was spinning. I expected him to enter me and finish quickly, and I was going to be so happy and grateful. Instead, I found him moving his body around, and he was lowering his manhood to my face, while his own face went back to my overwhelmed womanhood. I almost refused him…I knew I didn’t do this well…I had been told…but he was already pressing himself to my mouth. I was also burning all over, and thought I would be too sensitive to his lips again. Yet, his hot mouth was again opening me, and warmth was flowing.

  He looked so large that I didn’t think I could, but I knew I could not refuse David—not anything. I would do anything he wanted, whenever he wanted.

  So I took him in my hand, and then guided him into my mouth. I wanted to do well. I wanted to pleasure him. He had given me pleasure like I had never experienced before, so I wanted to give him the same. But he was so large…he was so thick…I could only just work the top of him into my mouth. I tried though. I pushed him into my mouth and tried to emulate my body as closely as I could…open and wet. I bobbed my head up and down. I heard him grunt, then raise his lips off me…the first sounds I had heard him make…” Oh yeah, Rachel…that’s so good!”

  So I attacked it with more fervor. I moved quickly, and reached my hand up to massage his length and heavy testicles. They were tightening up to his body. I tasted our salty and musky liquids…I drank us. He was drinking from me. It was passion and madness all over my body. I had never experienced anything close to this before.

  And then he moved around quickly and was inside me again. He locked his mouth onto mine. We tasted each other once again. His body was pressed on me tightly. My legs wrapped around his hips, as tightly as I could make them, twisted around him. And now his thrusts were urgent. Powerful. Deep. He was burning hot, and he was dripping his sweat all over me. His sweat was sweet to me, and my body drank it in. My arms slipped over his wet back and shoulders. He drove himself into me. I pulled him deeper with my legs. I could feel the heat of his kisses building more intensely. At first our mouths fought each other. Then, his kisses became a bit distant…less controlled. I could sense he was stiffening and nearing his own climax. He swelled even larger inside me, and as he did I felt my own hot burning waves beginning to build yet again. Not as forcefully as before, but still warm and tingly and flowing. I embraced those waves. I rode those waves. I now knew how to ride them, thanks to David.

  As he began to grunt his pleasure, I did the same with mine. We were both grunting and slamming our hips against each other. My nails dug into his slick, muscular shoulders. He lifted his head and his eyes rolled back. We were both together and miles apart. His body began to jerk uncontrollably. I felt the burning hotness entering me…warm and wet and slippery…and I rode my waves to smooth, rolling pleasure. My final orgasm went between my toes and my brain in an even, flowing river, and I felt him thrusting his final pushes into me. Instead of the searing rage of my previous orgasms, this one felt like lying on a beach and letting the warm water lap over me. It seemed to go on forever.

  He collapsed onto me.

  I lay there, my vision finally clearing. Smelling his hair and tangy sweat. Feeling his panting breaths on my shoulder. Our sweat melted together. His hardness began to soften just a bit, and I was finally able to breathe. I was feeling the muscles on his back. His sweat rolling off of him in rivers. Sweat from his shoulder ran into my face. I put my chin above his shoulder to take in deep, warm breaths. The throbbing in my body softened…softened…became more distant.

  He lifted his head up, and smiled down at me. His hair was damp. His hawkish eyes were now soft and glassy. Our sex was all over each other. He said, “Hi. You okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m good.” And I was. Better than good. I had never felt so pleasantly warm. So whole. So complete. Not the shy, shaky, nerdy girl. Not the weak little thing who cried too easily and didn’t believe in herself. I felt like a woman. Confident. Relaxed. Vulnerable and strong at the same time. It was a wonderful feeling, and I wanted to feel this way forever. He had given me more than incredible sex…he had made me a whole and complete female. Sexy. Sensual. Warm. Loved.

  Yes, I wanted to feel this way forever. Never let it end. I was already in love with him. Sure, part of it was the postcoital buzz. But it was more. Much more.

  He kissed me, this time softly. Lightly. His lips took the last of my strength. Then he rolled off of me, and pulled me onto his shoulder. I felt the coolness of his orgasm dripping out of me. I pulled the blanket over me, but he kept the blanket off, letting his sweat cool on him. I looked down, and saw his lean, smooth body. Darkly tanned, and just a bit of black hair spread around. A body of motion. A body of doing. His large penis, now softening, glistened in the bedroom light. I took in his smell, now musty and sweaty, full and manly. My head rose and fell with his now slowing breath.

  And then I drifted off to sleep, fully satisfied. It was a deep sleep. A marvelous sleep. A complete sleep. All my fears, all my insecurities, all my doubt…all gone.

  For now, at least.

  5

  “Rachel, what the fuck are you talking about?” Darnell’s brown eyes always narrowed when he got angry, and they were slits now. I could see his jaw muscles flexing. Though light-skinned for a black man, his face darkened with rage.

  “I said I don’t want to see you anymore. We’ve been growing apart for a while, and I want to just end it so we can each find someone else.” I was trying my best to avoid responding to his anger and aggression with the same.

  “Who’s the brother?” he said, a bit too loudly. We were in the teacher’s lounge. Though alone, people were walking by outside. The last thing I wanted was for others to hear our discussion.

  “Keep your voice down, Darnell.”

  “Don’t tell me what to do, Rachel. Who’s the brother you’re fucking?” His voice was harsh and accusatory. I didn’t need this at my job.

  “I’m not going to do this here, Darnell. I’m not going to fight here at work.”

  “I’m just asking you to tell me the truth.” His shoulders and neck were flexed. His voice rasped like metal scraping concrete.

  “Truth? I caught you kissing Melanie last year…how about that truth?” Honestly, I didn’t care about that any longer, but I was trying to put him on the defensive. He was unapologetic.

  “For fuck’s sake, Rachel…I told you that was an accident…we were drunk…you and I got through that last year…” He looked exasperated, first throwing up his hands and then placing them hard on his hips, looking away as if a small child had said something embarrassing.

  “You got through it…I never did. But it’s not about that, Darnell. I’m just ready to move on.” I made eye contact with our science teacher, Misty, as she walked by. Her face told me she understood what we were talking about and she sympathized with my plight.

  “And you’re not going to tell me who the brother you’ve been fucking is?” Again, voice too loud.

  I’d had enough. “Goodbye, Darnell.” I stormed out of the lounge. As I left the room, I noticed a few teachers standing just outside the door. They tried to pretend that they hadn’t been listening. I felt my eyes roll in disgust, though I wasn’t sure if it was about Darnell or my eavesdropping peers.

  Later, Tiffany came by with a cup of coffee. She taught across the hall from me. Tiffany had been a college basketball player at Georgia Tech, so she towered over me. I was sitting with my head in my hands at my desk, pretending to grade homework.

  “You okay, Rachel?” She handed me the coffee. “I heard about what happened.”

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” I took a drink. “Darnell is such a prick sometimes.”

  “You’ve known that for a while.”

  “Ye
ah.” I smiled at her. I felt better having her there to talk to. She knew Darnell better than most, and knew his reaction wasn’t uncommon.

  “So?” she asked.

  “So what?” I looked at her innocently.

  “Is there another brother? Are you seeing someone else?”

  “Wow!” I laughed a bit. “You’re going to believe everything you hear?”

  “Well, there must be someone. You kept dating Darnell even though you knew he was cheating on you. Then you suddenly break up with him today? I’m no fool…”

  “Well, you know I was never crazy about him anyway. He was just someone to go out with.”

  “Sure, but plenty of marriages have started that way.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, c’mon then…you have class in fifteen minutes.”

  “What do you want me to tell you?”

  “Are you seeing someone else?” Her eyes bore down on me, and she wasn’t going to let me off the hook. She could be very demanding when she wanted to be. She must’ve been fearsome at GT!

  “Not sure…maybe…I have a potential I’m working on, and I just wanted to make sure I’m one hundred percent available, in case it develops.” Obfuscating, I know.

  “Oh my God! That’s great, Rachel!” She was as loud as Darnell all of a sudden.

  “Shh! I don’t want this going around.”

  She looked around, and whispered, “Sorry!” Then, she added, “I’m just happy for you.”

  “Thanks, honey, I know. I really appreciate it. I don’t know if this one is going to be what I’ve been looking for, but he’s very intriguing.”

  “You must give me a few details…I just have to know!” She sat on the edge of my desk, waiting to get my gossip.

  “His name is David, and he’s a photographer and adventure writer. And that’s all I’m going to say about it. Now leave…I have to prep for class.”