Engaged (The ABCs of Erotica) Read online

  Contents

  The Morning After

  The Proposition

  A Calming Bath

  Seconds With My First

  Three's Company

  Like a Man and a Woman Together

  Finding Cooper

  Better Than Talking

  Liza Fucking Elway

  Leaving Cooper

  My Zoe

  Hard and Soft Together

  Outside of the Dream

  One of My Favorite Stories

  When in Paris

  One More Stop

  So Domestic

  A Present for Richard

  The Wedding

  The Wedding Night

  Happy Anniversary

  Author's Note

  The ABCs of Erotica

  Join Club Lexi!

  Books You'll LOVE!

  Get Me Wet

  Know Me Better

  About Lexi Maxxwell

  The Morning After

  I didn’t want to wake up.

  Richard brushed his toes against my ankles and urged me to open my eyes anyway.

  But I didn’t want to: This was the best morning of my life. I wanted to enjoy it forever, sink into what it meant to breathe into a new day, and a different rest of my life.

  I had no idea that I’d been waiting for a man like Richard, I wasn’t even sure I was waiting for a man at all. Settling down never made sense before now.

  Richard might not be perfect, but he’s perfect for me.

  I don’t want to live a day without him. Around Richard I’m myself, comfortable in my skin. It’s as if I can see who I am from the outside, and love the view. He understands me. More than any person I’ve ever known, except maybe for Zoe, though it’s hard to know what is true and what my mind’s turned perfect.

  My eyes stay closed as Richard pushes against me, blowing warm breath onto my shoulders. I feel him stirring, rising behind me from our white sheets, looking down to stare at me as if I’m his private art, which I am, and will stay forever now that he’ll have me.

  Last night I screamed, “Of course!” as I threw myself in his arms. Richard grabbed me, held me close. I sank into his strong arms and remember little after. The kissing, of course, then the fumbling, and everything that followed. But I can’t recall a particular order, only that things went on for a while. We were both so drunk. Once finished, we crashed together. Richard started snoring before I did, but not by much.

  “I can feel you watching me,” I say.

  He laughs, blows sweet breath into my ear, and rolls me toward him.

  I keep my eyes closed so he can pretend he’s watching in secret. My breast slips from the covers as he pulls me toward him. His cock is hard, pressing against my ass.

  This will be our first making love as a couple engaged.

  I can’t wait to feel Richard inside me. I’m already gummy, sticky from last night’s cum — there was plenty — and this morning’s early arousal.

  He plants kisses all over my body, starting at the shoulder and running down my arm as he sweeps my naked form beneath the sheets with his fingers. I roll back, wanting him to go faster and do more, trying to encourage him with my naked breast and pouted nipples. I smile in wanting and make my eyes bigger.

  He leaves the bed and goes to the bathroom. I expect him to return at any moment. I picture him grabbing my feet by the ankles as he enters the room, rubbing my feet like he always does, running his hands from my ankles up my legs, and massaging my knees before slithering further, into my center, where he’ll stir me until I’m soupy and begging for more.

  Instead, I drift back into sleep. When I open my eyes again the day is brighter.

  Richard opens the door. “Good morning,” he says.

  I look up. He smiles while crossing the room, and sets a gorgeous tray on the bed by my side. I look at the tray and laugh.

  “I’m glad I’m going to marry you. Most guys discourage cream in my coffee, along with anything else that might add an ounce of fat to my frame. But you pour in extra, and serve it with cheesecake.”

  Richard laughs as I sit up in bed. He pulls the white sheet from my breasts and looks down, assessing. He nods, smiling. I roll over, steady myself with my elbows, then extend my tongue and wait for Richard to dab it with cake.

  I lick the cheesecake from his finger, then he returns to the cake and dips another dollop into my mouth. I lick it, more suggestively than the first time, running my tongue in a circle around his fingertip. His body is no longer against me, but I know him well and can sense his cock growing hard beneath the sheets.

  Richard reaches down, picks up a small, silver fork from the tray, and scoops a perfect morsel of cheesecake onto its tip.

  He drops it into my open, waiting mouth.

  I say, “Mmmmm … ” because it is delicious, but also because this is our game. I tease the fork to my lips, and pull the cheesecake into my mouth, sliding it back from the tines. Richard laughs, puts the fork in his own mouth, and licks it clean.

  He hands me the fork, and I return to the cheesecake.

  Though my breasts are exposed and I know how much Richard loves to stare, I adore that his eyes never leave mine as he eats the cheesecake. He swallows, smiles, then leans into my mouth for our first long kiss as a couple.

  I lift my knee, part my leg, and make room for his hand.

  Richard’s fingers find my warm, wet center.

  He slides along my slit, gives my body a shiver, leans down to enjoy my body’s tremble, and flicks his tongue against my bullet-hard nipples, one then the other.

  I gasp and giggle.

  Richard presses his tongue harder against me, dragging it across my left breast, starting at the nipple.

  “Hmmm … ” I moan. “I need you.”

  There’s no one like Richard. He’s soft with me when that’s what I want (or need). Hard when I long for the opposite. His fingers, lips, and cock all seem to know what to do at any moment. He’s a master of my body, able to know what I don’t, anticipating me always.

  This morning I want him softly; I’m still feeling sweet from our evening.

  He gently brushes my pussy, and lightly rubs my slippery lower lips in small circles.

  After a few rotations, he parts my lips and sticks two fingers inside me. He plunges slowly, in and out to his knuckle without hurry. I lift my left leg higher, bending my knee as I rest the ball of my heel on his thigh. Richard kisses me just below my knee, reaching behind me to hold my hand, still plunging a pair of fingers into my middle while I wiggle around them.

  I tremble as he stirs. I can feel his cocktip touching my pussy, just below where his fingers are doing their work, slipping around and deep into my slit.

  Richard leans down, licks my nipple, and smiles. I moan, lifting my ass from the bed, rotating my hips in a wide circle, clenching my cunt around his slowly thrusting fingers.

  He adds a third digit, gently stuffing it beside the others. I can feel his staff, now fully hard beneath his knuckles.

  I need him inside me. I whimper, but Richard loves making me wait. “Please,” I whisper.

  He shakes his head no, rubs me faster, pulls my leg closer to him, and away from my pussy, then leans down to lick my nipple again.

  I moan, and reach down between my legs, grabbing Richard’s dick to get him inside me. His rod ripens more in my hand. Before pushing him past my lips and into my hole, I tease my dripping slit with his tip, running it up and along my length, sinking into the pleasure, thinking that no one will ever feel as good to me as the man I am going to marry.

  I press my head back into my pillow, close my eyes, and point my chin to the ceiling.

  I position Richard’s cock a
gainst my soaking hole, whisper please for the second time that morning, then withdraw my hand and wait for him to please me.

  He pushes into me slowly, and I meet his upward thrust with a downward thrust of my own. Both of us are slow, barely moving, sliding luxuriously in and out of our pleasure. Richard hugs my leg to his body as he pushes himself to the hilt, pulls his cock back to the tip, and repeats his motion with gusto, peering down between my legs to see the magic he’s made with his wand.

  I grab the pillow from behind me and start rocking my pussy faster. He gathers speed. I wonder how much longer I can make it, taking things slowly, before I start bucking and begging, pleading with Richard to fuck me faster, and use his cock like only he can.

  He leans down and flicks his tongue on my breast again, knowing I love it.

  I grab Richard’s face and kiss him. He laughs, pulls away, and starts pushing himself into me faster, not fast like I want, but better than I was getting. Enough to make me spill one whine after another as I push my foot hard on his leg to move my middle harder on his shaft.

  I meet Richard’s eyes, and hold his gaze, not wanting to turn. I stare, thinking of us.

  I always figured I’d get married, eventually. But not like this, or so soon.

  I’m too young, with too much life. I can’t commit to man, ring, and dress.

  Then I met Richard. I love him in a way that makes me love myself more. I’m not embarrassed by my needs around Richard. They are one of the things he loves most. He says I have an awareness about my body now that most women never have, and a lifetime for more.

  He made six months feel like a week. I didn’t realize I hadn’t been to my place in a month until I was paying bills.

  Last night, cliché on bended knee, he whispered, “Liza, will you marry me?”

  Now his mouth is an inch from mine, hovering as he stares through my eyes. I stare back, and think of tomorrow.

  I break from his kiss and bury my face in the pillow. I barely muffle my scream.

  I cum hard. Richard purrs like a lion.

  He plays me like an instrument. Holds me tight, right hand beneath me, curled under my neck. His left is pressed to my side, holding me still as he launches inside me. My head is swimming, like it does with Richard. There is something deeply satisfying about the way he fucks me: like he owns every cell in my body.

  His mouth hovers an inch above mine, open, breathing into me. His hot breath fogs my lips as whimpers pour from my mouth.

  I try not to scream, keeping moans and whines near a hush. But it’s too much.

  I spin from Richard, curl my fists into the sheets and yank them toward me. A heaving moan escapes my body: thunder from some other sky. Richard keeps pounding, steady so my shudders are in time with the sounds of wet bodies slapping.

  Like always, he’s Zen. Richard reaches over my head, wiggles his fingers, and begs without words for my hand.

  My fingers fly up, fumbling for his until they’re threaded. I squeeze him tight as I sail through the notes of my body’s song. I turn to Richard, desperate to see him, needing to kiss him, and loving the sheen of his freshly waxed cock buried inside me.

  We stare as he quickens, then grabs me hard by the side to plunge me. I need his mouth and lean into kiss him. He pulls away and fucks me faster.

  “OHMYFUCKINGLORDRICHARDMYGAWD!”

  I scream as he arches up from the bed, twisting so his dick pierces me from a different angle. Millimeters make a universe of difference.

  His giant cock is still in me: thick, swollen, and throbbing through my velvet interior. My nipples ache. My body is tingling. A thousand hairs stand and dance. I lean into Richard, still desperate to kiss him. Again, he pulls away. I snap like a crocodile, and catch his mouth with mine.

  He softly laughs between my lips as we kiss.

  Our mouths rub together through my finish. Richard stops thrusting, and I shudder to trembles.

  He still hasn’t cum, and won’t until perfectly ready. Instead of fucking me into his finish, he leaves his fat cock inside me as I swivel my hips and wiggle around his shaft, taking what I need, moving around on his hard cock like a toy, purring, and wondering if it could really be this good for the rest of our lives.

  I lift my ass from the mattress and press it back, feeling his fullness inside me. He must be aching, but of course doesn’t show it. If he was like any other man in my past, he’d be relieving his throb inside me.

  Instead, like always, Richard gives me the morning.

  I’m greedy, craving more than I’ve had. I want to cum again, and for Richard to fill me. I want to climb him like a cowgirl, fuck him hard until I have control and he’s begging. Without losing his cock, I maneuver myself onto Richard. He helps, holding me by the side and lifting me higher, controlling his cock enough to ease it deeper into me as I’m shifting positions, guiding his body so he doesn’t fall out. As I get on top, his dick slides out to the tip, staying inside with his swollen head tickling my soaking lips. I groan from the pleasure.

  Pleasure is immediate: another orgasm thrusts away. I fall back, my body arching above him. I plant my palms on the sheets at his sides. I start lifting my body up and bringing it down, feeling the fullness of his footlong with every descent.

  Richard holds me by my sides, just above my ass, inching me closer to the edge, just to hurl me over the side.

  The worst happens: Richard falls out. I whimper and moan.

  “No!” I cry out.

  My hands fall between my legs and fumble for his cock. I find it, then stuff it inside me, moaning with relief as it slips into my tunnel and I slide to the base. I feel whole again as I’m rocking, gliding up and down his shaft.

  Richard tries to help. I won’t let him, growling no as I fuck myself, still using his dick like a dildo. Richard grabs my ankles, holding me steady as I lift my body and slam it back, until I’m cumming hard.

  Heaven: rocking back and forth so his dick is touching every part of me.

  Still patient, still not fucking me into a puddle like he wants, Richard laughs from beneath me.

  “Having fun?”

  I am, and tell him with a scream that could break a window.

  He laughs louder as I rock on his cock, taking what I want while he lies there and lets me.

  I whimper, “How does it feel?”

  “Amazing,” he breathes. “Like you always do, Liza.”

  I barely know what he’s saying. This is what Richard does: gets conversational when I want him to shut up and fuck me. He thinks it’s funny, which is why he does it so often.

  I roll my ass on Richard’s pelvis, taking his full length inside me as he palms my ass to lift me, then gently lowers me back, over and over. Our baby-soft skin kisses, and fills me with shivers each time.

  I look down and stare, loving the way Richard’s dick seems to stretch me, widen my cunt to wedge more pleasure inside it, and make me want for nothing more.

  Richard reaches up and grabs my tits. This is good; it means he’ll be wanting more soon. This time he’ll take me.

  His breathing shifts. I hear gravel inside it.

  I arch my back, preparing for what Richard will do.

  His hands are still at my sides. He presses them harder to my skin and starts slamming me onto his cock. By the third time my pelvis slaps him I scream loud enough to startle myself. I laugh, but my laugh is lost in hysterical moaning. I try catching my breath, but lose it instead — slipping through my lungs like memories through my mind.

  Cooper awkwardly making love to me in his parent’s guest house. It’s the third time I’m there. Three days before Halloween. I’m 16.

  The first time with Leigh, experimenting, not knowing what I wanted, but knowing it was with her.

  The long weekend with Zoe, when I knew I had to go.

  Now, Richard’s all I want. The way he fucks me is perfect; how he loves me is better. No one turns my insides brighter.

  I tremble at the end of my orgasm. He hugs me closer to
him. Richard is barely moving inside me, just enough to prove his restraint. Further show me why he’s the man to please me forever. Not that I need reasons. I said yes and meant it.

  We kiss, then I pull off of his cock. I want to feel him in my mouth, suck him until he explodes between my lips. Richard always shakes when he finishes inside me: spills in my mouth a trembling mess.

  I scoot back toward his face, and lean down above his giant cock. I’m parallel to his body, tits above his stomach as he pulls me back, palms on my thighs. I lower my ass and he buries his face between my cheeks. I wrap my small hand around his large pole, admiring his tool, smiling even though he can’t see me.

  I give it a flick with my tongue, swallow the tip, lower my lips, then drag them from his shaft. I do it again. And again. He moans, and pushes his face into me.

  I pump from the bottom, and lick hard at the top.

  Behind me, Richard laps my folds, starting low, running his tongue along the length toward my asshole. Each time he finishes a drag, he spreads my cheeks and rakes his tongue again, slightly deeper.

  He kisses my inner thighs: sticky, gummy, and sensitive. Every kiss is sharp on my skin. I ignore my pleasure to service his dick, holding it tight at the base so I can fuck him hard with my lips at the top. I work my tongue along his shaft, slide up and down at his head. His pelvis shakes below me, threatening to tremble.

  I want him to cum in my mouth, and feel his heat down my throat.

  Richard stabs me with his tongue. I cry out and fly back toward the headboard. He wedges it deeper, then with his face inside me, starts to hum. He vibrates my body. I cum again and shake on his face.

  Juice pours from my hole onto his face. I scream and moan. He reaches up and offers his hands. I grab them and squeeze, using my grip to fuck his face harder. I wiggle, writhe, and wrench my cunt. I slam it in circles.

  I have to get his dick in my mouth, make him spill inside it.

  I lean down and wrap a shaking hand around Richard’s giant pole. I hold it steady, bring him to my mouth, purse my lips at the tip, and slide down, victorious.

  Richard relaxes behind me, withdrawing his face. I smile, grab him tighter, and use my mouth to fuck his dick into a creamy finish.