“Cry”, Davis said pulling her close to himself. “I know it’s been hell. You’ve been so tough. Let it out. I’m here for you.”



She turned her head into his chest and finally released the pain and pressure that had been building there. Tears streamed down her face soaking his shirt. He was right. The last four months had been hell. Fighting her way out of an abusive relationship, Davis had been her only anchor. He had been her best friend, her confidence, her sounding post, and finally, her champion. Davis had finally put an end to Chris’s tight hold on her life. Now she was free and she needed something to keep her from falling apart. So she had come to him.

He laid his cheek against the top of her head. One strong arm held her close against him giving her support as the other came up to gently stroke her face and smooth over her soft hair. The backs of his fingers slowly wiped the tears from her wet cheeks.

“Shh”, he whispered. “I’m here. Everything is going to be OK now. Shh.”

The ache was strong in his voice. Seeing her like this was tearing his heart apart. He knew he would have given anything to take the pain away, even if it meant never having this chance to hold her, to touch her, to know how good she felt in his arms. He could feel her warm breath through his shirt, could feel the beating of her heart against his chest, could feel her breasts pressed against him.

“Damn”, he thought to himself. “Here she is in my arms looking for nothing but comfort and all I can do is think about her body. She just left hell on earth and all I can do is hold her and imagine her …”

“Davis?”, her soft voice traveled up to him interrupting his thoughts before they traveled out of his reach for sanity. He looked down into her face. Her once bright blue eyes were now puffy and red as they looked deep into him and he felt a strange pulling between them. “Hold me”, she said.

“I am, sweety. I’ve got you.”

“No. Hold me”, she softly begged.

He looked deep into her eyes. Could she really mean what he thought? They had always been close friends before, but could they now be moving onto another plane? He swept both his arms tight around her pulling her into his embrace, his face burying in the soft curve between her neck and shoulder. He felt her arms slip up his chest and around his neck, the fingers of one hand traveling into his hair.

“Maggie, oh Maggie”, he breathed into her neck. Without thinking he began placing small kisses on the side of her neck. He felt her lean her head away slightly, giving him access to more of her. A small moan escaped her throat so quiet he thought he might have imagined it. His kisses moved up her neck to her ear and he gently tugged the tender lobe into his mouth, sucking. Another small moan. He moved his head back to look into her face. Her eyes had been closed, concentrating on his kisses, they now opened slowly and looked at him.

He lowered his month to hers, feeling the sweet taste of her soft lips next to his. He moved slowly, giving her time to react and pull away if she wanted to. Her mouth moved against his. He moved his tongue against her lips, asking for entrance. He felt her lips part slightly, opening to him. As his tongue slid into her mouth, tasting her, another deeper moan sounded in her throat. He pressed his tongue deeper into her mouth, harder now, consuming her, taking possession. His arms tightened around her waist, taking possession of her as well. She slid her hand tighter into his hair, pulling his mouth harder onto her own.

Their tongues flicked against each other as if making their own kind of love. He explored her mouth and then moved his tongue back so she could do the same to him. He could feel the heat between his legs and his erection beginning to swell against her. He slid one hand down her back just above the soft mound of her rear pressing her tighter into him, wanting her to feel him, to know what she did to him.

He moved his mouth back from hers, kissing her chin, her neck, the dip at the base of her throat. He leaned her back, supporting her in his arms as his kisses moved down the small patch of pale skin showing in the opened neck of her blouse. He moved his mouth over her right breast, kissing her through the soft material of the shirt. He rubbed his cheek against the swell of her round nipple.

“Davis… oh… Davis”, she breathed. He pulled her back up to him looking into her eyes. His dark brown eyes were full of heat and passion. Something she had not seen in a long time. Something she had never seen from him.

“Maggie, do you have any idea how long I have wanted you? How badly I need you?”

“Then take me now, Davis. Take me now and forever. I want you. I need you, too.”

“Are you sure it’s me you want? If it’s not me, I’ll understand, but I won’t go any further until I at least know for sure where I stand.”

“It’s you, Davis. I’ve wanted you so long. I just could never say it until I was free from him. Until I could think for myself about what I wanted. That’s why I came here tonight. I wanted to be with you. Even if you just hold me, I just want to be with you.”

“Then you’ll be with me, but I’ll do a hell of a lot more than just hold you” he growled sweeping her up into his arms. He made his way down the hallway and into his bedroom. He deposited her at the side of his bed and reached for the buttons of her blouse. She could feel his fingers against her breasts as he worked each button loose. Chills ran down her neck and shoulders and she could feel her desire pooling between her legs.

He pushed the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms to the floor exposing her black lace bra filled with her round white breasts. She had worked his shirt off and was already moving on the button and zipper of his jeans, but paused to slide her hands behind her back to unhook the lace and remove it from her breasts. As it fell to the floor, his eyes never left the newly exposed skin.

Her breasts were full and pale in color with light tan circles in the centers. Her nipples were taut and stood out from the orbs asking for attention. He could tell she had paused, afraid of him finding her lacking.

“Damn.”, he said. “In my wettest dreams you were never this beautiful.” A small smile spread across her face. He moved his hands in to touch her. His palms resting one on each breast. He slowly slid his hands to cup them, his thumbs gliding across the taut cherries. She laid her head back, feeling him touch her for the first time. As he gently massaged her, a slow, low moan sounded in her throat. He lowered his mouth to taste her. The warmth of his mouth spread throughout her body as he gently sucked at the taut nipple. He released the nipple from the grip of his lips and moved to taste the other. The feeling made her knees go weak and she dipped slightly in his arms.

He trailed his tongue over the soft flesh of her breast to her neck and kissed her. Slowly she lifted her head and her hands moved to continue undressing him, but before she could finish the job he pulled her tightly into his arms, needing to feel her against his chest. Her breasts were crushed between them and he wrapped his arms tightly around her taking in her warmth.

He slid his hands down to her waist, feeling for the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down. He tucked his thumb inside her skirt and panties and slid them over her rounded hips. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, between her breasts, down her stomach, chasing the skirt down her body until it lay on the floor and his mouth was before the bush of tight curls between her legs. Her hands rested on his head as he moved his hands up the backs of her thighs to the roundness of her rear. Wetness pooled with desire in her intimate parts wanting him to taste her.

“Mm-m”, he moaned. “First, let’s get you on the bed and off those weak knees.” A shy smile crossed her lips as he stood before her, picked her up and laid her softly on the bed. He stood next to the bed and finished undressing himself. As he removed his boxers, his penis stood out already swollen, wanting her. At the sight of him naked before her, she opened her thighs slightly, silently telling him to take her. Instead, he climbed onto the bed and laid next to her. She rolled to her side and they kissed.

It was an immediate, passionate kiss that ran deep into her, making her nipples ache as they strained for attention. He slid a hand up to meet an aching bulb and slowly massaged her. He took her nipple between his thumb and finger and gently pinched it. At the sound of her moan he pinched her again, harder. A whimper. He squeezed harder. She broke their kiss with a sharp intake of breath squeezing her eyes shut against the pain and pleasure he was creating. He watched her as she began to bite her bottom lip.

He rolled her back over unto her back keeping the nipple between his fingers, but relieving some of the pressure. He began to lick the breast nearest him and once it was nice and wet, he softly blew on its nipple. It hardened and he quickly pulled the distended nipple into his mouth and began to suck. As his sucking grew harder, more intense, he massaged the other breast deeper. Then he began to nibble on her nipple. Moans escaped her over and over again. He bit harder on the nipple in the warmth of his mouth and squeezed the other tightly between his fingers.

“Ahh, Davis… ow, oh God… ah, oh… Davis”, she called in rhythm to the biting and squeezing of her tender buds.

As he held her nipple between his teeth, he asked, “Do you want more or do you want me to stop?”

“More”, she begged. “Oh please, no, don’t stop.”

Her begging for more pain only served to arouse him still further. His penis pressed against her thigh. He shifted his body to lay across her chest and began to suck on the other nipple. His left hand came up to continue arousing her right breast while his left hand moved from her breast down her side feeling the curve of her hip, the crease of her thigh, the soft curls of her sex. She opened her legs for him and he moved his fingers down into her heat. He spread her lips and pushed his fingers further into her feeling her clit. She pressed a hand against his trying to push him deeper into her.

“Wait”, he said positioning himself between her thighs, “I don’t want you to come just yet. I’m not finished having fun.” A wicked little smile played on his lips. He began pressing open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, over her hip, on her thigh almost to her knee. He opened his mouth against the inside of her thigh and began to lick his way up to her. Just as he reached her sex he slid his hands under her rear pulling her hips up to meet his mouth as it descended to her pussy.

She felt his tongue lick between the moist lips and press against her clit. He felt her tighten the muscles in her buttocks. He moved his fingers in to spread the folds of soft skin and slid his tongue into her dewy tunnel to taste her. Her warm juices spread across his mouth as he forced his tongue deeper into her.

As he licked her and tasted her over and over again, he could hear her moaning louder and she began moving her hips in rhythm to the thrusting of his tongue. He pressed his fingers against her clit and began moving them in small circles while he continued thrusting his tongue deep into he womanhood. His other hand tightened around the cheek of her rear. He could tell she was close to climaxing.

He pulled his head back and began to crawl on top of her, sliding his hard cock against her thigh as he moved. He placed open-mouthed kisses up her stomach to her breast and sucked her nipple just a moment before pressing his hard cock against her wet pussy.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes. Yes, please, Davis. Please now.”, she begged.

He slid a hand down her to spread her pussy lips and pushed the round head of his cock just inside her. At the sound of her moan, he leaned down and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth just as he thrust his marble cock into her wetness. She broke off their kiss with a small scream of pleasure. Her loud moans continued with each thrust into her nether region. She raised her hips wrapping her legs tightly around him. Her fingers dug into his back as she held on to him, moving in rhythm to the music of their sex.

He moaned as he felt himself diving deeper into her warmth. The walls of her womanhood were tight around his cock. He felt a quiver run through her body and knew that she was on the verge of climaxing. Her thighs tightened around his waist and their bodies were covered with sweat. His balls slapped against her butt as he forced himself deeper and deeper into her.

Finally their end came. First hers and then his, the muscles of her body squeezing his cock until it hurt. His juices mixed with hers as he collapsed on her chest, his head nuzzled in the curve of her neck. Their breathing was fast and hard and as her chest moved against his he could feel the softness of her tits between them. He brought a hand up to cup her as he kissed her neck. He began to move to roll on to his side.

“No.”, she whined. “Don’t move. I want to feel you inside me. Stay inside me.”

“Well, your tits would make great pillows.”, he said with a wicked smile on his lips.

“Yes, let’s just fall asleep like this.”

“Who said anything about sleep?”, he felt his cock beginning to harden again inside her. “Now it’s time to get serious.”