Francessca and Maurice drove in sexually tensed silence. She looked outside and noticed that they were now in a wooded area. She began to get nervous. She stared at Maurice's stern expression as he drove.
"Where are we going?" Francessca asked.
Maurice didn't answer.
"I'm serious Maurice. Where are we going?" She asked nervously.
"You'll see. We're almost there." He replied softly.
Francessca sat back in her seat and continued to look out at the open road. Before she knew it they stopped. She looked out the side of her window and saw a mid level brick house. It was surrounded by acres of lands and separated off by a log gate. It had a white door with a stain glass window above the knob. Francessca opened up the car door, stepped out of the truck and gazed at the house.
She turned back and locked eyes with Maurice who was now leaning back on the passenger seat door,
"Whose house is this?" She asked breathily.
"It's mine." Maurice answered.
"I don't understand. I thought you lived at the hotel?"
"I do. But on weekends and vacations I come out here."
"Why are you showing me this Maurice?"
Maurice shyly gazed to the ground. "Because this place is special to me and I want to share it with someone who's special to me."
Francessca was surprised and deeply touched by his words.
"Maurice.... I don't know what to say."
Maurice looked up at Chessa and responded, "Chessa I want you. I truly believe that we were put on this earth for each other. I wasn't playing when I told you that you belonged to me. But it doesn't stop at that because I belong to you too. Tell me you believe me?"
"Maurice I know that there is something going on between us. But.... I don't understand you. You make it seem as though you hate me and then you turn around and say that I belong to you. You don't even know me!!" Chessa exclaimed.
"I know more then you think I know. I know you were born in Seattle, Washington. I know that your parents have lived all around the world. I know that you started learning the piano at seven years old. I know that you like to teach but you love to perform. I know that you like to hang out with friends but would rather stay home and watch a good movie. I know hat you love dogs but have always gotten cats for pets. I know that you've never been in a real relationship before. And you want to know why?"
"Why?" Chessa asked softly.
"Because you were meant for me. I'M the man that you're supposed to be with."
Francessca turned her eyes away from Maurice's as tears began to fight their way down her face, " How can I be the one made for you? We fight all the time. You don't even like me."
"How can you say that?"
"Does 'a socialist vigilante that can play the piano like a dream' sound familiar to you?"
"How did you know I said that?" Maurice inquired.
Francessca turned to him, "Angela told me. But that's not the poinr. Every time we're in the same room together we fight. Example in point: when Angela came by with Shane you and I were close to blows then."
Maurice walked toward her and put his arms around her waist. "Ok. Yes we're opposites in every way. But let's look at another example. When my father died and I couldn't talk to anyone about it, you got me to talk. You stood there and you let me vent all my frustrations and fears. And then you held me in your arms all night. Every time I've needed someone to talk to about the wrong and the right in my life you're there for me. And those fights you talk of? They are strong passionate fights that only make me want you more. There is no one on this earth that can take the good and the bad from me like you Francessca LaRue. You're fighting this hold that we have on each other right now Chessa. I know why you're doing it. I don't agree with it, but I understand it. But before you go back into that shell of denial, let me give you a taste of what being with me can be like."
Francessca looked up and stared into Maurice's lustful gaze, "How would I do that?"
Maurice pulled her into a passionate embrace. He brought her lips to his and kissed her with lustful abandon. Her lips opened and his tongue entered in and attached itself to hers. Both of their mouths opened a little wider as the their two tongues passionately clung to each other for dear life. His hands moved from her waist to the curvature of her ass. He squeezed her protruding globes and brought her closer to his growing hardness. She moaned when her short-clad pussy brushed up against his ever growing erection. They stayed in each other's embrace for a few moments and then Maurice separated from her. He continued to lustfully stare at her. He reached out to her in a silent plea. Francessca let out a slow breath, grasped his hand and allowed Maurice to lead her into his home.
They went up the steps, he opened the door, she went in first, he followed and closed the door behind him. Francessca turned to him and the two gazed at each other. Maurice swiftly strode to her, took her into his arms and kissed her once more. Francessca's body immediately melted into his embrace. Their tongues latched to each other once more in a tango of lust. Both persons competing for absolute dominance over the others emotions. In the end Maurice won.
His hands found their way down the arch of her back to her ass. He grabbed on to her ass cheeks and picked her up. Francessca's legs automatically wrapped around his waist. With their lips still locked in a kiss and Francessca in tow; Maurice walked to the couch. He laid on the couch with Francessca wrapped under him. He broke away from the kiss and the two laid in each other arms for a few sexually tensed moments. He whispered in her ear,
"I need to have you, taste you. Will you let me?"
She nodded.
He licked the edge of her ear and continued down her neck. Francessca moaned in delight. He nibbled her neck for a moment and then bit down. Francessca's eyes flew open. She began to moan louder as the mixture of pain and pleasure flowed through her body as Maurice continued to mark her as his.
"You like that?" He whispered.
"Uh hmm" She moaned.
He smiled.
He kissed and licked the mark he made. As he kissed her his hand reached down to the hem of her tank top. He lifted from her slightly so that he could remove the tank as a whole. Their eyes never left each other. Francessca raised her arms to help him remove the tank from her body. Once the tank was of; he gazed down at her bare chest. He lustfully gazed at her dime sized areolas and proud nipples that stood at full attention. They were so sharp that they could have sliced through glass.
"You are so beautiful." He murmured.
Maurice took both breasts into his hands and began to knead them like dough. Francessca closed her eyes and allowed the sensations to run through her.
Maurice bent down and took one of the nipples into his mouth. He continued his ministrations on the other. Waves of ecstasy continued to move through her. Her pussy lips began to throb and her womanly essence began to flow. She wasn't wearing any underwear so a small wet spot began to form at the crotch of her shorts. The smell of her arousal began to fill the air. Francessca began to move her hips to the unheard beat of his tongue on her breasts.
Maurice took the his left hand away from her breast and brought it down to her crotch. Francessca moaned in disappointment at the loss of the hand but then sighed when she felt his hand cup her throbbing heat. He tiptoed his fingers inside the cuff of her shorts and instantly found her pulsating digit. He caressed her walls and then began a circular motion around her clit.
"Oh Maurice!!" Francessca moaned.
He lifted from her nipples and returned to her ear, "Spread your legs for me baby." Maurice whispered.
Her legs instantly spread. He left her pussy for a few quick moments so he could remove her shorts. Once he removed her shorts he saw how wet and ready she was for him. He inserted a finger into her pussy. Her pussy lips instantly grabbed on to it and began to girate against it as if it was a cock. He inserted two more and used his thumb as a clit massager. Francessca brought both her hands to her breast and began to tease her nipples with her spit and two fingers. Her pussy lips clamped down on his fingers as he finger fucked her. His fingers scrapped against her spot. She arched her back and moaned her approval. Maurice's eyes never left Francessca. He began to rub her throbbing digit a little faster.
"OH BABY!! DON'T STOP BABY. ....PLEAS DON'T STOP!!!" she exclaimed as she got closer to release.
He continued to thrust faster and faster.
"Open your eyes Francessca!! I want to see your face when you cum for me." Maurice replied.
Chessa opened her eyes. And as each thrust brought her closer and closer to release; she never left his gaze. When it became too much for her she tilted back and screamed out,
"OOOOOOOOOHHHH FUUUUUUCCCCCKKK. IM CUMMMMING BABY!!"
As wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss engulfed her; Maurice removed his thumbs and replaced it with his tongue. Just as she was coming down from her last orgasm a bigger one followed right after. She began to bounce on his fingers and ride his tongue as if it was dick.
"I'M CUMMING BABY, I'M CUUUUMMMIINNG!!" She exclaimed again.
Maurice opened his mouth wider and allowed her cum to drizzle down his throat. To him she tasted like blueberries and musk. She screamed out his name as she let this orgasm take over her body. The intensity of the orgasm caused her to black out.
Maurice removed his fingers from her pussy and looked on Francessca's sexually exhausted body with a smile. He kissed her lips lightly. His dick was throbbing inside his slacks. He knew he would take care of that later. His main goal was to make sure that Francessca was satisfied. And from the looks of it; she was. He dressed her, lifted her up and took her to the car. When she was safely in the car; Maurice went back and locked up the house. He went into the car, looked at Francessca's now sleeping form, smiled to himself and drove off into the night.
The next morning I awoke and found Francessca already up. She sat at the table drinking coffee and looking out into space.
"Good Morning!!" I replied.
Francessca almost jumped out her chair when she heard me.
"Morning." She replied shakily as she attempted to situate herself. Luckily her coffee hadn't spilled.
"You seem a little jumpy. Are you ok?" I asked as I went to the counter to make myself a cup of coffee.
Francessca smiled nervously, "Yea.. Yea. I'm good."
"Are you sure?" I asked
"Yea. I'm good. So what are you up to today?"
"Well I think Shane wanted to go to the mall today. After that I don't know. What about you? What are you doing today?" I asked.
