Neighbors

Part 20: Sweet

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"Take me to bed"

Let's just say that I did not hesitate. I know that she just wanted to feel safe, maybe she wanted some closeness and I was willing to give her that. I was willing to give her anything and everything, I had been for a while. We went to the guest room and she laid on top of the bed.

"Char I just have to tell Reece you're here" She nodded and I almost ran.

"Reece! Char is here and she is upset... She is just going to be here for a couple of hours. Is this ok?"

"Mia... You know what you are doing right?"

"Of course I do. We are just going to talk"

"Yeah, sure you are" He raised his eyebrow. "Don't talk to loud I am trying to get some sleep"

I ran back and opened the door. I realized that I was out of breath, well that was embarrassing.

"Mia, did you run to get back here?" She looks like she might break out in laughter.

"No... I am just a very fast walker, and you know sometimes you just have to breathe when you walk" I sound like an idiot.

"Mia, we walk for hours every week... You are cute when you're embarrassed" She smiled. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my entire life. "Come to bed" She patted the mattress beside her and once again I did not hesitate. We laid there looking at each other. She got a little closer and curled into me, her head nuzzling in under my chin and her hands together almost as if in prayer in front of her chest. I put my arms around her and as a response she put her hands flat against my stomach and ran it to my sides letting them roam over my ribcage and down to my hips. It was nice, I wanted her to touch me but it felt like maybe I was interpreting this whole situation too sexually? She just wanted closeness, right?

"Mia it is ok, you can breathe" I didn't realize I was holding my breath. "Do you get nervous when I touch you?" It sent shivers down my spine.

"Yeah, you make me really nervous. I feel like a kid, except I was never nervous as a kid" It was true, I had never been much of a nervous person. I had known from a young age that people wanted me and that made me confident, at times it had made me sad to be an object but I learned to use it. "I just don't want to do anything wrong"

"What could you possibly do wrong?" I could feel her lips against my neck. "You are so sweet" No one called me sweet, I wasn't.

"I'm not sweet" I close my eyes. How she opened her mouth and kissed my neck.

"You taste sweet" Jesus Christ, my breath caught in my throat.

"Char, you don't have to do anything. You know that right?" She pulled away. I hate that she pulled away. She looked at me, she really looked at me.

"I want to touch you" Well go ahead.

"Touch me" I whispered. I was usually the aggressor, but I think this might be the best way for her to feel like she gets to be in control. She leaned in to kiss me and it was like fireworks. She kissed me like she was starving, like this was everything that matters. She turned me onto my back and got on top of me. She kissed down my neck then she pulled up my shirt and kissed my chest. I wasn't wearing a bra and I felt her take one of my nipples into her mouth. I grabbed the sheet beneath me with both hands. It was laughable how turned on I was. I watched her on top of me kissing my body. It could have been a renaissance painting, it was a truly beautiful vision.

"Is this ok?" She looked worried, it broke my heart a little.

"Yes, you are doing so well sweetheart" I smile and she leans down putting her mouth on my nipple and sucks it into her mouth. I let out a moan and I think I can feel her smile. She likes to know that she is doing it well and I can work with that. I push her hair from her face. "I want to see you" I smile as she looks up.

She puts her hand between my legs, my shorts are still a barrier. Her palm is flat against my core and I move my hips to get some friction.

"You are making me wet. I'm so fucking wet for you Charlotte" It felt appropriate using her full name, I don't know why. She looks at me as she moves her hand up and down. I moan quietly trying to hold it in. I see fire in her eyes, she is sparkling.

"Can I touch you?" She asked. She was so soft, so sweet.

"Please" I felt her play with my waistband.

"You really want me to touch you, don't you?" She was teasing me. "Aren't you just the sweetest girl?" She reached up and kissed me and put her hand in my pants, in my panties. I moan into her mouth. Her fingers are light just tracing up and down.

"You tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, right?" I can only moan in response but she understood it.

"Did I make you this wet?" She whispers in my ear. This might be the death of me.

"You make me so wet, you make me so hot, I want you. I want you all over me" I was not this needy, at least I don't think I was but everything was different with her. It wasn't a powerplay or a game. It wasn't calculated or forced. It was soft and nice. It felt easy and wanting. Like finding something you didn't know you were missing, I think that is what serendipity is.

She starts focusing on my clit slow circles at first as she does, she kisses my neck, raking her teeth along the side of it. She puts her hand on my breast with my nipple between her fingers and applies some pressure.

"Do you like that?" I groan. "Speak up Amelia" I feel my whole body twitch.

"Yes. I like it" I try to be quiet, I'm not.

"Do you want my fingers inside of you?" I don't know how she is so good at this, she should not be. In my fantasies I am on top of her, making her moan. I am still grasping at the sheets. I should take this opportunity to touch her, god knows I have waited but I am afraid that I might lose it; like I might cum if I don't keep focusing on my hands. She bites down on my neck. "You need to say it. I need to know that you want it" I love sexy consent.

''Put your fingers inside of me" She does, and she does so painfully slowly. I feel myself tighten around her fingers. "Please Char" She starts moving and I start moaning. I did try to hold back but this woman did things to me I couldn't have imagined. I have had a lot of sex, a lot of good sex but nothing was like this. The way our bodies stayed close, the way I felt connected to her.

"Can I cum?" She doesn't answer right away, she just keeps going. "Please"

"Since you asked so nicely" She puts some more pressure on my breast and tightens her fingers around my nipple. I choke out a moan, it is not as loud as I expected. I feel my legs shake and the pulsing around her fingers. As soon as I finish I take one of my hands to her face and guide it to mine.

"How on earth did you do that?" I smile and I push my lips to hers. We kiss softly and slowly like we are lovers, like we are in love. I was in love with her, not in a way I had felt before. I of course wanted her body, but there was more. I wanted her soft and hard, I wanted her good and bad, I wanted her exciting and boring, there was not a single aspect of her that I didn't want.

"I just wanted you to feel good, I didn't think that I could do that. I didn't know if I would be good at it... But then it was easy, like we have done this a hundred times before" I smile at her. "Was it ok for you? Do you want me to be different"

"Char, I would like that for the rest of my life. If God strikes me down at this moment, every bad decision, every trial and tribulation would be worth it for just this moment" She kisses me again.

"You are such a softie" She giggles.

"I guess so, but it is only for you"

All of a sudden the moment has come and gone. We both know that she will have to leave. I know that she will go back to that house and that I can't be there. I feel like I am being ripped apart. I kissed her at the door on her way out. I think about what it would be like if this was every morning. I imagine that we live here together and she is just going to work. I would walk her to the door to kiss her goodbye every morning and we would live happily ever after. Then she closes the door. This was not happily ever after, she was going home to her husband.