Make Love to Me

Entry for Round 69, The Weekly Quickie contest. Begin the story, in media res.



Make Love To Me

By: Bikerider



Robert felt stricken, his words sounded empty. "I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have. I'll do anything you ask."

"I don't accept your apology." Megan stared at him, her blue eyes flickered.

"What else can I do?"

She straddled his lap. "Make love to me," she whispered.

"You don't mean it." He touched her cheek. "You need comfort, not a lover."

Megan slid her fingers through his dark wavy hair and leaned in, brushing his lips with hers. "You said you would do anything I asked. Make love to me."

His hands slipped under her blouse, and finding her breasts bare he began to knead them gently, stopping only to tweak her erect nipples. She placed her head against his shoulder and felt his breath in her brown curls. "You are so beautiful. Please forgive me."

"Make me forget. Do something I will remember." She kissed him and squirmed against his lap. "Take me to the bedroom."

He tightened his arms around her waist and stood, then walked into the bedroom and let her down slowly onto the edge of the bed.



She felt her desire pool between her thighs as he nudged her onto her back, then tugged off her jeans, tossing them aside. He spread her legs and made his way up her inner thigh to the dark, downy nest that hid her wet folds, and then pressed his tongue into her. It aroused him to find that she was ready for him. He reveled in her moans as she arched her back, pulled him against her sex and coated his chin with her excitement.

She watched him stand and unbutton his shirt. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his zipper down, unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. "Umm," he moaned as his hands tangled in her hair. "That feels good." He pulled her blouse over her head, then reached down and ran his fingertips softly over her exposed breasts, then pinched her erect nipples between his fingers. The wet noises she made with her mouth inflamed him.

She looked up at him as she felt his body begin to tense. "I want to feel you inside me, please," she whispered. She pushed herself to the center of the bed and lay down as he moved between her quivering thighs. Feeling him hard and ready against her mound, she reached between them and guided him to her waiting center. Robert watched as her eyes drifted shut and her face tightened in concentration. He dipped inside her and then withdrew. She caught her breath and sighed.

Reaching under her, he raised her hips and pressed deeply into her softness. His girth parted her folds as her warmth enveloped him—all of him. He kissed her tenderly and said, "I love you."

Hot fingers of desire tightened in her belly as he moved rhythmically inside of her. She raised herself to meet his fervent thrusts and felt the fingers tighten into a fist. A raspy gasp escaped her lips as a torrent of release flooded over his driving manhood. She inhaled deeply as her body rippled with spasms.

The fist opened and a flood of desire flowed from her as she pulled him to her arching body. "You make me feel like a woman," her voice now deep and sensual. He looked down and saw her lips, swollen from their kisses, he saw the glow of her skin and thought about how beautiful she looked.

She felt his chest hair rub against her pebbled nipples as he moved with more insistence. She looked up and saw the tightness in his jaw, love and determination filled his eyes. She melted against him and felt hot and alive—she felt only sensation as she waited for his thick heat to fill her.

His hands slid down her back and under the swell of her buttocks and he pulled her to him. His taut body curved over hers. He reveled in the thought that she was beautiful...and she was his.

Megan stared up at him, her eyes dark, passionate, and she knew that it was time; she arched against him. "Deeper, please, deeper," she urged.

He moved deeply within her. She raked her fingers down his back and pulled him harder against her until she felt his spasms begin. In waves of pleasure he spewed his hot nectar into her, coating her petals and pooling in her core.



Afterwards, as they lay together on the tangled sheets, she turned and looked at him. "I need to tell you something." She paused as her eyes searched his face. "I believe you when you say she meant nothing...it meant nothing, to you."

"What do you mean?" He rose up onto one elbow and turned to her.

"It's my turn to confess." She lay back on the bed. "I did it too. And I promise that it won't happen again." She held her breath waiting for his angry response, then turned to him and searched his eyes. "I'll do anything you want to make it up to you."

"Make love to me," he whispered. "Make me forget."





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