just_fck_me | 6.1. Marge Piercy quote
6.1. "It is not sex that gives the pleasure, but the lover." - Marge Piercy
Andrew decided around Saturday of last week that it was sheer miracle that he hadn’t jerked off since he met Ali. Of course, that decision didn’t come lightly. In fact, it came in the shower right as he was about to take himself in hand. One would think his appendage had been a hot poker or something the way he had pulled his hand away in shock. Jamie was six weeks old to the day, meaning it had been six weeks since he met Ali. Plus, there had been one or two instances in that time period where Ali was more than generous with her… talents. He had nothing to complain about.
Try telling that to one’s penis, however.
He was horny. And as things got more and more close between him and Ali, he was getting more and more hungry for her. Also, of late, Ali had a tendency of looking at him much like he was a tub of her favourite Ben & Jerry’s. That just did extremely uncontrollable things to extremely interesting parts of his body. No one quite made a pair of pink cow pyjamas look so damn hot like she did.
Six weeks since she gave birth and three weeks since he had his appendix out… Andrew felt like he was close to spontaneously combusting. The only thing was, neither seemed to know who was supposed to make the first move. Andrew’s doctor had told him he could ‘be intimate’ when he felt well enough to be. Ali had to wait at least six weeks. It was now six weeks and it felt like his nether regions had some sort of in-built timer device to alert him to the fact. On a call-out for work seemed to be the only time he wasn’t thinking about Ali doing naughty things to him. But he didn’t want her to know that in case she wasn’t ready. It was a Catch 22… which only made him think more along the lines of 69…
He shifted his weight from one foot the other and rubbed his hands roughly over his face as he rode the elevator up to Ali’s apartment after work. That was another thing. He had spent hardly any nights at his own place, only returning occasionally to collect more clothes and make sure nothing in his fridge was mouldy. Sleeping beside Ali every night only added to his predicament because both of them had a distinct liking for spooning. A lot of guys woke up in happy mode… it was only a million times worse when your lower body was pressed up against an arse you happen to be really turned on by.
“Cold shower,” Andrew mumbled to himself as the elevator dinged and the doors opened on Ali’s floor. He hooked his thumb under the strap of his backpack and started to dig his keys from his pocket, which now had a shiny new key to Ali’s apartment on it with a ring all of it’s own. He had to stop just before her door to adjust himself in his pants. Even just the brief thoughts about her cow jammies on the ride up had him at half mast. He really was a lost cause.
His hand was poised to put the key in the lock when the door suddenly swung open and Ali was standing there wrapped in a long silk red robe that matched her deep red lips, wavy hair tousled and falling into her face. Andrew froze, eyes zeroing in on her full lips which she was now licking slowly and hungrily. One, two, three seconds and half mast went from total wind in the sails. “Al-” he began before she seized him by the front of his paramedic t-shirt and dragged him inside, slamming the door closed behind him.
She pushed him up against it and leaned in close. “I’ve been waiting for you, gorgeous…” she purred, her lips no more than an inch from his.
Andrew’s heart was now thumping in his chest and his bag dropped to the floor by his feet with a thud, forgotten immediately. His tongue darted out of the corner of his mouth and his eyes dipped down to catch sight of a flash of cleavage beyond the sheath of red silk at her chest. He swallowed, his throat feeling suddenly dry. “Oh… h-have you?” he asked hoarsely, his breath coming in small pants.
“You’re late…” Ali’s hand went to the sash of the bathrobe and with a mischievous flick of her wrist, it untied and the bathrobe slipped from her shoulders and shimmied to the floor revealing very scarce red silk underwear complete with red stockings and suspenders. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear and her breath tickling the lobe. Her hand went to his groin and she stroked her palm slowly up the hardness she had spotted there the minute she had him against the door. “Time to set my heart pumping, Mr Paramedic…”
A choked gasping groan caught in Andrew’s throat as he turned his head and caught her lips in a searing, hungry and bruising kiss. Six weeks wasn’t the only thing that was up, he realised, strong arms encircling her gorgeous body to switch their positions. He pressed her against the door, the kiss not once faltering as she fumbled with the buckle on his overalls and wrapped a leg around his hip to give him better access. The drought had finally broken.
Ben & Jerry, eat your heart out.
Ali Sullivan is agentsullivan and written by her mun in this piece
Word Count | 926
Andrew decided around Saturday of last week that it was sheer miracle that he hadn’t jerked off since he met Ali. Of course, that decision didn’t come lightly. In fact, it came in the shower right as he was about to take himself in hand. One would think his appendage had been a hot poker or something the way he had pulled his hand away in shock. Jamie was six weeks old to the day, meaning it had been six weeks since he met Ali. Plus, there had been one or two instances in that time period where Ali was more than generous with her… talents. He had nothing to complain about.
Try telling that to one’s penis, however.
He was horny. And as things got more and more close between him and Ali, he was getting more and more hungry for her. Also, of late, Ali had a tendency of looking at him much like he was a tub of her favourite Ben & Jerry’s. That just did extremely uncontrollable things to extremely interesting parts of his body. No one quite made a pair of pink cow pyjamas look so damn hot like she did.
Six weeks since she gave birth and three weeks since he had his appendix out… Andrew felt like he was close to spontaneously combusting. The only thing was, neither seemed to know who was supposed to make the first move. Andrew’s doctor had told him he could ‘be intimate’ when he felt well enough to be. Ali had to wait at least six weeks. It was now six weeks and it felt like his nether regions had some sort of in-built timer device to alert him to the fact. On a call-out for work seemed to be the only time he wasn’t thinking about Ali doing naughty things to him. But he didn’t want her to know that in case she wasn’t ready. It was a Catch 22… which only made him think more along the lines of 69…
He shifted his weight from one foot the other and rubbed his hands roughly over his face as he rode the elevator up to Ali’s apartment after work. That was another thing. He had spent hardly any nights at his own place, only returning occasionally to collect more clothes and make sure nothing in his fridge was mouldy. Sleeping beside Ali every night only added to his predicament because both of them had a distinct liking for spooning. A lot of guys woke up in happy mode… it was only a million times worse when your lower body was pressed up against an arse you happen to be really turned on by.
“Cold shower,” Andrew mumbled to himself as the elevator dinged and the doors opened on Ali’s floor. He hooked his thumb under the strap of his backpack and started to dig his keys from his pocket, which now had a shiny new key to Ali’s apartment on it with a ring all of it’s own. He had to stop just before her door to adjust himself in his pants. Even just the brief thoughts about her cow jammies on the ride up had him at half mast. He really was a lost cause.
His hand was poised to put the key in the lock when the door suddenly swung open and Ali was standing there wrapped in a long silk red robe that matched her deep red lips, wavy hair tousled and falling into her face. Andrew froze, eyes zeroing in on her full lips which she was now licking slowly and hungrily. One, two, three seconds and half mast went from total wind in the sails. “Al-” he began before she seized him by the front of his paramedic t-shirt and dragged him inside, slamming the door closed behind him.
She pushed him up against it and leaned in close. “I’ve been waiting for you, gorgeous…” she purred, her lips no more than an inch from his.
Andrew’s heart was now thumping in his chest and his bag dropped to the floor by his feet with a thud, forgotten immediately. His tongue darted out of the corner of his mouth and his eyes dipped down to catch sight of a flash of cleavage beyond the sheath of red silk at her chest. He swallowed, his throat feeling suddenly dry. “Oh… h-have you?” he asked hoarsely, his breath coming in small pants.
“You’re late…” Ali’s hand went to the sash of the bathrobe and with a mischievous flick of her wrist, it untied and the bathrobe slipped from her shoulders and shimmied to the floor revealing very scarce red silk underwear complete with red stockings and suspenders. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear and her breath tickling the lobe. Her hand went to his groin and she stroked her palm slowly up the hardness she had spotted there the minute she had him against the door. “Time to set my heart pumping, Mr Paramedic…”
A choked gasping groan caught in Andrew’s throat as he turned his head and caught her lips in a searing, hungry and bruising kiss. Six weeks wasn’t the only thing that was up, he realised, strong arms encircling her gorgeous body to switch their positions. He pressed her against the door, the kiss not once faltering as she fumbled with the buckle on his overalls and wrapped a leg around his hip to give him better access. The drought had finally broken.
Ben & Jerry, eat your heart out.
Ali Sullivan is agentsullivan and written by her mun in this piece
Word Count | 926