Deep Ellum

"Oh God, I love it!" she cried, gliding her hands over his chest, his arms, his back. "Oh my God, it's so fucking sexy. You have no idea how this feels against my hands. I want your cock inside of me right now. Hurry, get off your pants."

He stood up to unzip and draw off his pants. Hope stood up too, and pushed her hands under the waistband of his briefs in the back, pushing them down over his ass.

"Oh God, your butt is hairy too," she said, running her hands up and down his cheeks and thighs. That his dick was pointed right at her and measured a significant nine and a half inches seemed at the moment of little consequence. She looked behind him, running her hands over his butt cheeks again and again. As though drawn, she circled behind him and pressed her body flat against the back of him. Ever so slowly she slid her body downward, relishing the feel of his fur against her bare skin. This she did over and over again, until he reached behind him and grabbed her hands, drawing them around him to wrap her fingers around his long cock.

Hope gave him the hand job he wanted. His hips rocked gently back and forth as her fingers squeezed the hot shaft. His breathing was labored, and once or twice he had to clear his throat. His undulations became deeper. Then they became shorter. He felt his balls and sighed.

"You better stop," he said.

"I like to finish what I start," she answered, nudging her face into his hairy back.

"I want to look at you in the mirror."

Hope let her fingers fall from his dick. He pulled her around to him and pressed her down into the bed, kissing her deeply. His fingers slid into her very wet and hot pussy, straight down into her vagina. He finger-fucked her with three fingers while his mouth tongue-fucked her. He draped his wrist so it fell directly against her clit. The pressure was just enough to send her over the top. Her vulva bucked wildly against his hard wrist bone as cries from her throat were drowned by his mouth. He knew what he was doing to her. He'd wanted to make it last for hours but he couldn't. He lifted his eyes to the mirror and watched her body spasm and jerk against him. He felt her hot juice erupt around his fingers and pour out of her cunt onto the sheet.

He lifted his mouth from hers. Her lips were red and swollen, her breathing erratic. She slowly raised her eyelids to look at him.

"Oh wow," she sighed. And then, "Do that again."

He chuckled. "I'll be happy too."

He used his hands to maneuver her into the position he wanted. She was on all fours facing the mirror. He got behind her, and looked at her in the mirror for a moment, loving the way her hair fell down around her shoulders. As though suddenly aware of it, he reached back and pulled out the rubber band holding his own hair, and shook out his mane, looking to Hope like a dark lion in all its glory. And she was his lioness.

"Kent," she said quickly, "I'm not on birth control. Do you have a condom?"

He reached behind him to the lamp table and pulled open a drawer. He pushed aside a few things—she could see flashes of metal and a black strap with a red ball attached to it—and came up with a condom packet. As soon as he had it on, he held his dick in place and slid it inside her very wet and welcoming vagina. Kent grunted as her tight tunnel, made all the firmer by her recent orgasm, squeezed around his meat.

"Shit, you feel good," he said, meeting her gaze in the mirror. "You're pussy is so fucking tight. Damn, I could come right now."

She tried not to move, to bring it faster, but her entire vulva was burning with the afterglow of her orgasm, promising another one soon to come, and she couldn't stay still. Watching his face in the mirror, she slammed back against him, taking all of him in, grinding her ass against his thighs.

"Uh!" he yelled, stunned that she could take all of him. Grabbing her hips between his hands, he held her in place and fucked her like he'd never fucked any woman. She met his thrusts again and again, slapping back against him, making his balls jump and bang into her hard, pulsating clit. He stared at her in the mirror, amazed by what she was doing. Her firm breasts hung down between her arms, swaying back and forth. He saw her nipples, and knew what they were for, and wished suddenly he wasn't wearing the condom. He wanted to impregnate her. He wanted his seed to spill into her vagina and flow past her cervix, into her uterus, up her fallopian tubes to seek out and assault the helpless little egg floating defenseless in its dark, warm world. He wanted her body to swell with his fruit and milk to pour from her breasts. He wanted to watch that life emerge from her body, new life that their love had made from nothing.

The words tottered on his lips. He wanted to say them. He wanted to tell her he loved her. He looked into her eyes in the mirror and said it over and over again. She stared back at him, her brows furrowed and her mouth gaping as her body swelled towards another orgasm. She wanted him to want her, to worship her, to never let her go. She wanted him to take the handcuffs and keep her here, make her his love slave. Her body ached for him even while he was inside of her. She wanted him to cover her. She wanted his body to encircle her own and draw her in and make her disappear. She wanted to cease to exist except in his mind.

Kent gasped and jerked against her, and the fluid from his penis ejected into the condom, quickly swelling the bulb into a semi-hard mound. Hope felt his convulsion. She pressed one last time, the muscles of her vagina contracting violently as her orgasm crested and burst. Her hips continued pumping against him of their own volition, riding the slowly descending wave of ecstasy. Reluctantly he pulled out of her and sat back on his feet. Hope simply curled over onto her side. He touched her with his hand, smiling softly as she cooed. She felt his weight shift as he got up to use the toilet. After a long moment, Hope uncurled herself and stretched out on one side of the bed.

The toilet flushed, the water ran. Next moment, his cell phone rang. He padded past her to the hallway and disappeared. Hope absently looked at the half-open drawer. Her hand reached out and she felt about inside. Something cold met her fingertips. She sat up and opened the drawer a little wider. There was a pair of handcuffs and a ball gag. Though she wasn't certain, she was pretty sure the long cylindrical thing was an anal stimulator. She took it out and pressed a button at the top. It buzzed in her hand. She turned it off and put it back in the drawer, then pushed the drawer back to its earlier position.

She stood and walked silently down the hall. He was standing in the living room talking and she could hear what he was saying.

"I know you came all the way from Austin to see me and hear me play and I really wish I could come back to the bar, but I'm sorry, Joanne, it's just not going to happen. This thing with her...I can't explain it. It's the real thing."

Hope took a step back. She didn't want to hear anymore. She didn't want him to think she was a nosey eavesdropper.

"I don't know what she's into," he said, his tone becoming impatient and a little angry, "but I would never force it on her, any more than I forced it on you. Anyway, I'm not comfortable discussing this anymore."

She wheeled around and hurried down the hall to the bedroom door. It sounded as though he were right behind her.

"Pictures?" Kent yelled into the cell phone. "Are you threatening to blackmail me? Look, if you want to show her pictures of us together, go right ahead."

Hope sat on the edge of the bed with her hands in her lap, staring wide-eyed up at him as he stepped through the threshold into the bedroom.

"Sure, come on over right now, I'm right across the street," he snarled into the cell phone. He stopped directly in front of Hope, put out his hand, and touched her check. "But while you're over here you can pick up your kinky shit and take it with you. Whatever I do with my new baby, it's going to be for her to decide."

A moment later he held the phone out in front of him in surprise. "She hung up on me," he said.

"Old girlfriend?" Hope inquired lightly.

He tossed the phone down on the bed and dragged her up to her feet. "Yeah, she was pretty pissed I left her behind at the bar. But we never had an agreement about tonight. She'd just assumed she'd be coming home with me."

"Are those her things in there?" Hope asked, gesturing towards the drawer.

He nodded. "We got into some pretty spicy stuff. A little BDSM. Some other things." He shrugged. "I never took her anywhere she didn't want to go."

Hope nuzzled her face against his chest. "So...am I your new baby?" she cooed. Because she liked the sound of that. She wanted to be his baby, to sit on his lap and have him love her.

Kent gathered her up against him and kissed her again, so deeply and so fiercely she thought she would burn up from the intensity of his embrace.

"I'll never do anything to you that you don't want me to," he whispered against her mouth, "or take you anywhere you don't want to go."

A slow smile caressed Hope's lips. "Well, there is one place I do want to go, right now," she said coyly.

"Where would that be?"

"I want to go sit in your Jacuzzi," she said, "and see what happens when all the jets are turned up high."

Kent's eyes widened and his lips twitched with anticipation. He didn't want to tell her that he'd borrowed that line from his real estate agent, or that he'd never actually sat in the Jacuzzi with the jets up high, because Joanne hadn't liked his hairy body when it was wet. He actually had no idea what it felt like to have all that pressure aimed straight at his naked form.

What he did know was that he was about to find out. And if Hope was there, he knew it was going to get hot.