"Tell Me" (M/F, rom, cons)
by Souvie
copyright May 2001
Author's note: This is a work of erotic fiction, and my
entry into the Dulcinea Memorial Writing Festival. If
you're not of legal age to be reading it, then please
don't. The is copyright by me, Souvie, so please
no reposting unless you've gotten permission from me
first. Archiving at the Dulcinea Memorial Writing
Festival website is allowed. In the spirit of the Blow
Job Principle, I welcome any and all comments. In fact,
I get off on feedback. Email me at souvie@netdot.com
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"Tell Me" (M/F, rom, cons)
by Souvie
She was sitting on the couch when he came home from
work, the he'd worn the day before clutched in
her hands.
"Honey, why are you sitting in the dark?" he
questioned, turning on the living room light and
setting down his briefcase.
"Care to explain this?" she countered, holding up his
shirt. The pink frosted lipstick mark on the collar
was plain to see. "I don't own this shade of lipstick."
"Oh, that." He ran a hand through his hair and took off
his tie.
"Yes, that." Her face was expressionless.
"It's not what you think, honey, honest." He smiled,
the smile that always caused her heart to beat faster
and a tingling begin between her legs. She tried not
to let it affect her this time.
"Then please, tell me what it is." She stood up still
holding the incriminating shirt.
"I told you, it's not what you think." He took the
shirt from her hands and dropped it on the floor. He
ran his hands up and down her arms. "Don't you trust
me?"
"Don't you trust me to tell me the truth?" She was
becoming upset now that he kept dodging her questions.
If it truly was nothing, then why wouldn't he tell her
how that lipstick, so obviously not hers, came to be on
his shirt?
"What do you want me to tell you?" he asked in a low
voice, one that always caused her toes to tingle and
her stomach to flip-flop. He moved his hands to the
buttons on her shirt, undoing them as he spoke. "Do
you want me to tell you that I love you? That I've
loved you from almost the first moment I tasted the
honey of your kiss? Tell you that I fall asleep with
your name on my lips, and I wake up in the morning
reaching out to touch you, just to make sure it's not
all a dream? Tell you that I race home after work every
day because I can't wait to hold you in my arms? That
right now I want nothing more than to peel your clothes
off you, until all that caresses your skin is my
breath? Is that what you want to hear?" His mouth
dipped to kiss the hollow of her throat.
She was fighting a losing battle, and she knew it.
Trying to keep in mind that she was still angry with
him, she asked again, "How did the lipstick get on your
collar?"
He sighed and dropped his hands to his side. "I took
your shopping on my lunch hour yesterday to help
me pick out your birthday present, okay? The lipstick
must have smudged my collar when she hugged me good-
bye." At her incredulous look he continued, "Call your
mother and ask her. She'll confirm everything, even
down to the color of lipstick she was wearing."
He moved his hands back to the lapels of her shirt,
slowly easing them off her shoulders, while she
absorbed what he'd told her. Chagrin filled her face,
turning her cheeks a becoming pinkish color. "Oh,
honey. God, I'm so sorry I doubted you for even one
minute."
He kissed her until her head was spinning. Trailing
kisses down along her collarbone, and the soft swell of
her breast, his hands loosened her shorts. They
dropped to the floor as her hands undid the fastening
of his pants. His cock was hard and throbbing in her
hand.
Pushing her to the side he grasped her ass,
lifted her upward, and entered her in one smooth
stroke. She was already wet, her clit hot and swollen.
"Ohhhh," she moaned.
He braced her against the back of the couch as he
pumped in and out of her. His hands were free now to
roam her body, squeeze her exquisite breasts, eliciting
another moan from her.
Her breathing quickened, her legs tightened around his
waist. Shaking and shuddering, she approached orgasm.
He slipped a hand between them to stroke her clit as
she slipped over the edge, her loud cries resounding
throughout the house.
His mouth laved her through her thin bra,
teasing the hard nipples, as her hands gripped his
head. A second climax overtook her just as he reached
his own. He could feel his shooting deep inside
her, as he ground his hips against hers. He leaned his
head against her shoulder, his breathing slowly
returning to normal.
"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" he asked,
kissing her forehead.
"Uh huh," she said, "now tell me what you got me for my
birthday."
He laughed and shook his head.
Her mouth turned down in a pout. "Don't laugh at me,"
she admonished, punching him in the arm. "Come on, tell
me!"
THE END
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