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Sex Story ************************************************* After arriving at home later that night, Maeve stormed into the house and slammed the door behind her. She threw her purse on the kitchen table and stomped towards the staircase. She wasn't two steps up when her home phone rang. Grumbling under her breath, she stepped down and headed for the kitchen where the cordless phone was hung-up, charging in the phone jack. "No way," she muttered, seeing Kris' phone number on the display. She set the phone down and walked back through the house to go upstairs. Once in her bedroom, she stripped down to her underwear and pulled out her lounge clothes, shorts and a tank top, while the machine on her nightstand picked up. "Maeve," Kris' tense voice filled the bedroom. "Pick up, I know you're there." A pause and a muffled curse. "Damnit Maeve, pick up! I want to know what's going on. You can't be mad because we made love in the car. That's not the first time we've done that and it sure as hell isn't going to be the last. Come on; pick up the phone so we can talk about this!" Another pause and then he sighed. "Fine. I'm going to come over there and you won't be able to ignore me then." And the call ended with a click and whir from the answering machine. Maeve cursed as she heard his last comment and hurried back downstairs to make sure her front and back doors were locked. She wasn't certain what he would try to do but if she at least made it difficult for him to see her, she might be able to make him disappear. She also wasn't sure what it was about the whole incident that had her so upset; the sex or the fact that it was sex during work hours. Shaking her head, Maeve sat down on the arm of her couch. It wasn't the sex. The sex had been fantastic, as always. Something about the way he'd practically kidnapped her and wouldn't take her back when she insisted was what really ticked her off. She wasn't certain how long she remained seated there, lost in her thoughts but she was abruptly torn from them when the doorbell rang, followed by a heavy thumping knock. Steeling herself, she opened the door and glared at the tall man before her. "What?" She snapped. "You know what," Kris retorted, just as sharply. His blue eyes were flashing and for a moment, Maeve was frightened. "I'm tired Kris," she said, not opening the door any further. "What do you want?" "I want to talk about this," he told her. "Well, I don't, so good night," and she tried to shut the door on him but he slammed a hand against the heavy wood, stopping her from closing it. "Don't be ridiculous, Maeve," he said, his voice low as he moved forward, forcing the door open enough to allow him to move through it. "This isn't how adults solve their conflicts." "Adults?" She repeated incredulously, watching him warily as he entered the house. "What would you know about being an adult?" He didn't answer her, just turned and glared at her in the bright interior of the house. The day's rain had finally moved on, leaving behind a clear blue sky with a sun still high. It was a lovely summer's evening and if Kris wasn't seething before her, Maeve might actually be enjoying the weather. "What do you want me to say?" He asked at last, breaking the awful silence between them. "I'm not going to apologize for making love to you in the car." "I don't want you to apologize for that!" Maeve replied, exasperated. She closed the door and stalked past him to the kitchen. "Then what, Maeve?" He demanded, following her and not allowing her to get away from him. "What did I do that has got you so pissed off with me?" She whirled around to face him. "You honestly have no idea?" She asked. He shook his head, prompting her to laugh and throw her hands up in the air. "I'm not a mind reader," he told her. "Of course not," she agreed. "Even if you were, you wouldn't have needed to read my mind to know that I had wanted to get back to the office on time today." "So you were a little late, big deal! They like you enough there that a few minutes wouldn't make them forget all the work you do." "No it wouldn't but you should have still listened to me." "I did listen," he said, his voice dropping low and he moved towards her, slowly as though afraid of spooking her. "I listened as you moaned in my ear and came all around me in the truck." Maeve blushed furiously and backed away a step. She refused to allow him to make this all go away with a few steamy words and another embrace. When she saw the hurt expression in his face, she felt bad but clung to her anger to get through her next words. If he finally understood her reasons, then she might be able to forgive him. "Kris, I already told you that I'm not mad because of the sex," she said, holding a hand up to stop him from coming any closer. "I'm mad because you made me late. And before you tell me again that it wouldn't have mattered, it did matter. It mattered to me and that should have been enough for you." When he didn't say anything immediately, she continued. "Do you have any idea how hard I've worked at that place?" She asked. He shrugged before nodding his head half-heartedly. "I've done so much and developed so many programs and procedures," she said, shaking her own head in wonder as she began to recount her accomplishments. "I've put in so much overtime I'm amazed that Tyler even stayed with me as long as he did." Kris' eyebrows twitched at that and he clenched his jaw. She hid her smile, pushing on, wanting to get out all the words. "In the industry we work in, it's extremely difficult for a woman to rise to any great level. Sure, things have changed a lot in the past few years, especially with the home building boom, but it's still taken me over five years to get to this point." "What point?" Kris finally spoke. "The point where I'm being considered for a major promotion. They want me to head the new department that's being created. That's what the meeting was about." She fell silent, allowing Kris time to process what she'd told him. The reason she'd never brought it up before was because she didn't want to discuss something as mundane as work with him. Also, Pete and Rod had asked her not to say anything until a formal announcement had been made. "Do you understand now why I didn't want to be late for it?" She asked quietly a minute later when Kris still hadn't spoken. "Why didn't you tell me this before?" He asked. She explained the reasons and he nodded slowly. Then he smiled at her. She smiled back and allowed him to come closer to her. "I'm sorry for making you late for the meeting, Maeve," he said softly. "I didn't realize that so much was happening." "I guess I could have told you before now," she admitted, softening as he slipped his arms around her waist. "Maybe, but I should have just listened to you," he said. "I can't help myself around you. All I can think about when you're around is how good you feel and taste." Blushing again, Maeve raised her arms and looped them around his neck. He pulled her close and they hugged for a long while. "I think we should celebrate," Kris said, pulling away after a moment. "Celebrate what?" She asked with a laugh as he kissed her quickly. "Your promotion!" He said and tugged on her hand, leading her out of the kitchen. "I don't feel like going out right now, Kris," she said. "Maybe on the weekend?" "We've got that work party on the weekend," he reminded her and she cursed under her breath. "I forgot all about that," she said. "God I hate Stampede parties." "Oh, it'll be fun." She shrugged in a non-committal manner. "Well, I wasn't planning on taking you out to celebrate anyway," he told her and began climbing the stairs, hauling her up after him. Laughing, Maeve followed, allowing him to lead her into her bedroom. "You really do have a one track mind, don't you?" "I told you," he said, turning and pulling her into his arms. He wasted no time in sealing their lips together in a kiss that stole her breath away. Her heart beat frantically in her chest and she was left gasping for air as he released her. "All I can think about around you is how you taste," he added, lowering his head and pressing his lips to her neck. The whiskers on his chin and cheeks tickled her and she sighed as it sent a streak of sensation through her body, pooling between her legs. "And how you feel," he whispered a second later, pushing a hand up her shirt and cupping one heavy breast. "Mmm," Maeve murmured, holding on as he continued kissing and fondling her. She allowed her head to fall back and shrieked in surprise when Kris lifted her into the air, tossing her onto the bed. Laughing, she watched with heated eyes as he stripped hurriedly in front of her before climbing onto the bed, kissing his way up her legs. She sighed and settled back against her pillows, allowing him to move one leg aside as he stroked her inner thighs. "God, you kill me Maeve," he whispered, his breath a warm rush against her highly sensitized skin. "I could eat you whole." She laughed breathlessly and shifted her hips obligingly as he unfastened her shorts and began to slide them down. As he moved back up, he stopped at the apex of her legs, breathing heavily over the thin layer of fabric that separated him from the center of her desire. Then he teased her by moving past and kissing the skin of her abdomen as he raised her shirt. Squirming and moaning beneath his touch, Maeve felt herself growing hotter and hotter. He skillfully stripped the thin cotton tank top from her torso and the bra with it. Then he settled himself over, the hard evidence of his own desire nestled between her legs as he kissed her lips again. He held himself absolutely still as he kissed her though. She moved against him, wanting nothing more than for him to fill her. But he held her still, ruthlessly thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. She opened to him, making some small noise against his lips as their tongues met. She'd never been so hot and his mere kisses were bringing her so close to madness that she wasn't sure she'd be able to handle it when he finally did enter her. His tongue glided over and around her own, while he slowly moved his hands up her sides to cup her breasts. His thumbs traced the soft contours while his tongue swirled around her own within her mouth. She moaned into his mouth, thrusting her tongue back at him, trying in vain to indicate what she wanted. "Patience, Maeve," he murmured against her lips, drawing out of the kiss. Continuing with his gentle caresses, he kissed her lips lightly. Slowly he ran his tongue along her lower lip and then retreated when she rushed to meet him. Then he turned his attention to kissing her cheeks, her closed eyelids and her nose before returning to her mouth. "You're killing me now, Kris," Maeve moaned and flinched as one hand slid down her side to hook in the waist of her panties. "Please." "Please what?" He asked, the words breathed against her lips. Placing her hands behind his head, Maeve trapped him against her, plunging her tongue into his mouth before he could pull away. She searched the interior of his mouth, stroking his tongue and slowly working her hips in an upward motion against him. With a groan, he pressed her down into the bed, tearing his lips from hers. "Please, Kris," she whispered, opening her eyes and staring up at him. She was startled by the intensity in his blue eyes when she met them but she couldn't look away, not now. "I need you." "I know," he replied and grinned before lowering his head to her neck, where he kissed and licked her fevered skin. She gave in, feeling at last that it was useless to fight him. He was too strong for her and she was powerless against him. Moving slowly was what he did best. Moving slowly and working her into such an unbelievable state that she was tossing her head from one side to another as he finally pulled the panties over her hips and down her legs. Working his way down her body now, he kissed and nipped her fleshy curves, making her gasp and twist beneath him. With every move that she made, she felt his erection brushing against her and it was all she could do to keep from begging him. As though sensing her need, he slowly kissed his way back up her body after pulling the panties off her feet. He paused and gently pulled her legs apart, kissing his way closer and closer to the hot center of her. At long last he kissed her there, sucking her clit into his mouth and pressing a finger along the wet slit of her pussy. She writhed under him and cried out as he brought her to a much-desired orgasm within seconds. "Wow, you're so wet right now, Maeve," Kris whispered as he raised himself to her face, kissing her deeply. She could still taste herself on him and it sent an electric charge through her. Never would she have thought something like that would be so erotic to her. She reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his hardened shaft, stroking softly. Shifting to allow her better access, Kris cupped her face with one hand and continued kissing her, his tongue driving her mad. Finally, Maeve drew him to her dripping center and guided him inside. He allowed her to direct him and they both sighed in contentment as he sank into her. They lay unmoving for some time, kissing and touching each other as though discovering each other's bodies for the first time. Maeve adored the feeling of his body held tensely over her and laughed to herself when she realized that he was as mad with desire as she was. Then he moved his hips and she was lost. With agonizing slowness, he moved all the way in and then pulled himself back out. She whimpered when she thought he was going to pull free but then he sank back inside of her. Raising her legs, she wrapped them around his waist, trapping his body to hers, digging her nails into shoulders as his mouth worked against hers. His hands moved from her face to her sides and back up again. Breathing heavily, he raised himself over her, breaking their kiss at last. He braced himself on his hands to either side of his head and told her to look at him. "Open your eyes Maeve," he ordered softly, his voice husky and heated in the stillness of her bedroom. Blinking and gazing up at him again, Maeve was once more trapped within his gaze. "Do you know what you do to me?" He asked, still moving so achingly slow within her. Somehow she managed to shake her head 'no' to his question and he smiled, leaning down to briefly taste her lips again. He didn't speak again but instead reached down between them to touch her and she moaned, arching beneath him as his fingers found her engorged clit. He still looked into her eyes and she was still held captive there so that when she came for a second time, he was watching the transformation. Moving his hand to her leg now, he lifted it from his waist and pressed it back against her. Then he reached back and did the same with her other leg, hooking them both over his arms. The angle of his penetration changed and he was sliding deeper than she would have ever imagined possible. Still their eyes were locked on one another's. His pace quickened with each breath and Maeve felt the urgency increase with each of his controlled thrusts. She felt so filled and stretched and dug her nails into his arms as he rubbed against her in just the right way. Finally he began moving so quickly that she soon sensed his own orgasm approaching. She clenched her pussy muscles as best as she could and he groaned, his eyes sliding shut in ecstasy. Dropping one leg, his fingers found their way between them to circle her sensitive clit. She cried out at the contact, feeling a sudden climax grip her and he grunted over her, rushing to his own end along with her. His movements above her became blurred as he pounded himself into her, driving himself as deep as he possibly could. When his own orgasm hit him, he moaned out loud and closed one hand almost painfully on her breast. He pumped into her a few more times before falling onto bed beside her. She rolled with him, closing her arms around his trembling body and she kissed his closed eyelids. They drifted off to sleep in that embrace, neither one caring that it was barely past dinnertime. ************************************************ When Maeve next opened her eyes it was dark inside her bedroom and she felt a familiar hardness pressing against her backside. She glanced over her shoulder to see Kris' face close by, his eyes closed. His motions against her body told her he was not as asleep as he seemed and she responded by pushing back against him. With a muffled sound, he reached down and lifted one leg, sliding a hand between to feel how wet her pussy was. She sighed and pushed into his hand as he slid one finger, then another into her slick hole. For some time they remained this way, him silently stroking her inside with his long fingers and her moving against his hand. Suddenly he withdrew his hand and a second later she felt the hard head of his cock pressing against her lips. She raised her leg higher and he slipped inside of her, going as deep as he could. His hand went to her leg and he held it aloft as he slid himself in and out of her. They spoke not a single word as he moved against her. She was bent like a giant bow under his touch and came unexpectedly a minute later. She gasped and thrust her hips back at him, wanting to feel him more. He obliged, pounding into her harder. Their skin slapped together with a delightful sound and their breathing was heavy and labored. Reaching down, Maeve touched herself and moaned, turning her face into her pillow. "Yes, Maeve," Kris hissed suddenly, his breath hot against her neck and ear. "Do it, stroke yourself. Feel how wet and hot you are." She couldn't respond with words, her face flaming even in the darkness of her room. Still she continued to rub her fingers over her clit, pushing back against him at the same time. When she came again, it was nearly simultaneous with Kris' orgasm. They rocked together, thrusting back and forth until they were exhausted. Kris finally let her leg down and she sighed happily as his arms closed around her, drawing her back against his chest. They remained that way, his softening cock still buried within her. Before she fell asleep, Maeve reached one hand up to touch Kris' face and she was gratified to feel him smile against her fingers. |
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