Romantic Erotica
"The Red Trench" a sex story by Sienna Conroy
He had seen the coat before, but today there was something different about it; the way it clung to her and moved as she made her way across the street to his building. Seeing her was a surprise--she wasn't due back for a couple of days. His heart pounded in anticipation as he waited for her to buzz him and when she did, he could barely reply.
"Yes, Marti." He had always been fond of the shortened her name: Martinique.
"How did you know it was me?"
"I just happened to see you cross the street a few minutes ago."
"So much for my surprise. May I come up?"
"Of course," Derek said as he released the talk button and buzzed her into his building. A few moments later he was opening the door to his loft to find her standing on the threshold.
"I was hoping to surprise you."
"You have." He closed the door and took her in his arms. "I've missed you."
Martinique kissed his moving lips, swallowing his words. She spread her fingers on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body radiate through the fabric of his shirt. Derek pushed his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss until they were both breathless. He gripped her belted waist.
"I'm all wet," Martinique said on breath.
"In more ways than the obvious, I'm sure," Derek murmured, dipping his head as he continued kissing her. He cupped her neck and drank from her lips as he used the fingers of his free hand to release the belt that cinched her waist. When he had the belt lose, his fingers then worked on the snaps. The popped free, one at a time until the last one sounded as he ended the kiss.
The red trench coat hung open, shadowing what was hidden under it. Martinique's topaz gaze glinted mischievously as she regarded him. Derek stood completely still, his mouth agape as he stared at her as the rain dripped off the coat, causing a puddle on the floor.
"Do you like it?"
He gulped hard and his slate gray eyes narrowed on. She was nude under the trench coat.
"I wanted to bring you back something from my trip, but we were pressed for time. I hope you don't mind settling for one hot and horny female."
Derek smiled, saying, "You're definitely hot, but I'll have to decide if you're horny enough to suit me." He reached out and slipped off the wet garment from her slender shoulders. It fell in a pool of red vinyl at her feet. Martinique was now clad only in a black pair of pumps and her image caused his cock to twitch as he appraised her silently.
Martinique took the rakishly handsome artist in and ruffled his thick black hair. "I hope you don't mind me showing up like this."
He drew the diminutive woman toward him, and whispered, "Mind? I'll show you how much I mind." He lifted her off her feet and carried her across his spacious loft to where his bed was and tossed her down. He stood, watching her bounce in the huge bed, taking pleasure in seeing her stretch in feline luxury.
He sat on the edge of the bed and gently took hold of her foot, removing the pump.He did the same with the other and rested a hand on her thigh. "Did you miss me, Marti?"
She pouted and Derek fought the urge to tug on her lower lip with his teeth.
"I couldn't stop thinking of you. Every time I saw you on my phone or laptop I wanted to crawl into them and be with you. Emails and all that other stuff just isn't enough."
Derek nodded. "Um-hum." The hand that was on her thigh moved up her shapely leg, over the apex of her sex, to her flat stomach where he splayed his fingers. He leaned over and pressed his lips against her navel, whispering, "When did your plane land?"
Martinique squirmed under his questing lips and laced her fingers through his dense hair. She gasped as his mouth closed on the ripe nipple of one breast, and then the other, followed by his tender caress.
"About an hour ago," she managed on an expulsion of air.
Derek was kissing her now, his tongue probing as his hands held her head in place. He pressed his muscular body on hers, crushing into the yielding mattress. Martinique loved the way he felt on her; he was hot and hard. Derek buried his face in the hollow of her slender neck and sank his teeth into her shoulder. He ground his body against, reveling in the way she felt under him; open and ready for him.
Martinique whimpered and winced and it alarmed him. "What is it?" he asked.
She reached between their bodies, rubbing her stomach. "Your belt buckle bit just
bit me."
He took her hand and guided it to his groin. "Unbuckle it, baby," he said, helping her with it and sighed deep when she slid into his boxers and closed around his hard penis. Martinique sat up and watched as the tall man stripped in front of her.
"I thought you would be gone two more days, " he said as he rejoined her on the bed.
"Is that a complaint, Derek?" She plucked a nipple from its hiding place in the black hair that cover his chest.
His hand curved around her hidden heat and he inserted two long fingers into her molten flesh. He was rewarded with her liquid fire and he groaned soft in his throat, murmuring, "Hell, no," and applied a subdued pressure on her cunt.
She quivered around his stroking fingers and arched her body into his touch, sighing,
"Derek."
"God, girl." His reply was hoarse as he felt her juices saturate his fingers. He continued to stroke her, feeling himself grow harder with every second. With deliberate ease, he relinquished his hold on her pussy and planted a kiss in the fur of her pubic hair. He breathed in the intoxicating scent of her sex and ran his tongue over her slit, back and forth, sucking on her.
Martinique writhed as she came on his tongue and squealed as she came. "Stop it." She couldn't stand it anymore.
"Stop?" Derek asked, with one of his dark brows raised. He lowered his head back to her sweet pussy. "No," was all he said, and continued feasting on her. He gripped her hips and lifted her to meet his maddening tongue and continued lapping up all she gave him. He groaned into her heated core, saying,
"Two weeks is a long time to go without you, Marti." He licked her nectar from his lips and kissed his way up to her breasts, sucking on her nipples like they were succulent berries. When his mouth opened on hers, she could taste her sex on him and it made her pussy twinge. She came again, seeping onto the hand Derek left behind.
When he released her lips, she said, "I tried not to think about you -- it was hard."
Derek kissed her with deep, long explorations of his tongue while sliding the pad of his calloused thumb along the wet lips of her pussy, only satisfied when he felt her coat his hand again. He brought his thumb to his mouth and licked her nectar from it. "I could feast on you forever, Marti."
Good Clean Fun by John Hogl
She chuckled softly, saying, "That would be lovely, but we wouldn't accomplish much."
"True," Derek agreed, "but we would together." He rolled onto his back, bringing her with him, settling her slender body over his. He smoothed his hands over round butt, sliding his fingers between her cheeks.
"You would get bored with me," Marti replied as she crawled down the length of his erection. "I can't let that happen," she concluded.
Derek gasped as her hot breath scorched him when her mouth closed on him. His hips jerked when he felt her teeth scrape along his stiff shaft. She used her tongue to soothe him and she slid him into her mouth until he touched the back of her throat. She relaxed her tongue and tightened her mouth on him. Derek took out the combs that held her long honey gold hair in place and bunched his fist in her tresses. He stifled a moan as he said, "Martinique, you keep eating me like this and I swear to you, I'll never get bored with you."
"Hum," came her reply from around his cock. She savored him for long moments, sucking and nibbling on him. When she brought herself up, it was with a slow, eternal motion that Derek found enticing. "I've waited so long to feel you inside me, Derek." She threw her head back as he reached up to cup her full, firm breasts.
He ran his thumbs over her hard, sensitive nipples, saying, "I'm here now, Marti, and I'm yours for the taking." His words were soft as he choked back a sob when she impaled her self on him. She rose and fell on him with a gentle, undulating rhythm. He welcomed her delicious weight on him as she took him deep into her womb. He reached behind her, his fingers finding her swollen clit and he ran his fingers over it several times, causing her to shudder on him. She came on his embedded penis and he groaned. Derek felt the tension grip his spine and his cock solidified within her. The orgasm that claimed them was swift and shattering, merciless by nature and both were helpless as they rode its crashing waves.
Martinique collapsed on top of him, burying her face against his chest. She breathed in deeply, letting his spicy male scent seep into her. "Thank you," she sighed, raising her head to kiss his cheek.
Derek propped his head up and gazed into her tawny eyes. "What for?"
She toyed with a straying lock of his hair and brushed it back from his forehead. "For being here and loving me the way you do."
As she caressed his cheek, he saw something shift in her eyes and was immediately attuned. "Tell me what's wrong, Marti." He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her forehead with soft lips. "Has something happened?"
She smiled ruefully, shaking her head. "Nothing I haven't wanted to happen, Derek. They want me to tour more."
He chuckled, breathing a sigh of relief. "Is that so bad?"
Martinique's expression turned solemn. "No, it's what I've always wanted."
"Then what's the problem?" Derek couldn't mask the confusion that crept into his rugged features.
"Us, we're good together. I like the way you make me feel. How can I give that up?"
"Would you rather give up your dancing?" His question was gentle and when she hesitated answering him, he had his own answer and said, "I didn't think so and I wouldn't want you to. Do you think me that selfish to expect you to give it up for me?"
"No, baby, I don't think you're selfish," she said kissing him. "What am I going to do?" she asked, resting her forehead against his. "All this traveling is bound to ruin us."
"It will if we let it, Marti. We're both adults and whatever comes our way, we'll handle it together."
"You make it sound so easy, Derek."
"Because it is. We have something special. We either fight for it or not. It's that simple. The absences seem to fortify our relationship and I'll take that for as long as last."
"What if it doesn't last? What if you found someone else?"
"I could ask those same questions of you, Marti," he said, lacing his fingers through hers.
"You're the only one I want."
"Good," Derek replied, kissing her knuckles. "I'm not a fickle man and I don't need to go from one relationship to another seeking out what I've found with you. There's no need to feel insecure about us; we're strong together. You're here now, when I need you,” he murmured in a husky voice. "You showed up wearing nothing but a red trench coat and black pumps. What man wouldn't want a woman who does that?"
"It was a little daring, wasn't it?"
"Daring is an understatement, love. When are you leaving and for how long?"
She lowered her eyes. "In a week. We'll be touring for two months.
Derek reached out and lifted her chin on his fist. He watched a tear escape her thick lashes and leaned down to catch it on the tip of his tongue. He slid his lips across her mouth and kissed her firmly, until she responded with a muffled sound that came from their sealed mouths. His arms snaked around and he squeezed her to him. He rolled, tucking her under his body, never interrupting the kiss. Martinique bore his onslaught, holding onto him.
Derek parted her thigh with a gentle knee, saying, "Remember that promise you asked me to make you, Marti?"
How could she forget? Forcing him not to come visit her while she was on tour was stupid. The problem was that Derek was too much of a distraction and she was afraid his proximity would affect her performance. "It was lame, wasn't it?"
"And it's getting more so everyday it separates us. I'm afraid I'll have to break it." He was getting hard again and this time he thrust himself inside her with a force just shy of brutal. Martinique moaned as he took her.
"It's my turn to make a promise to you and it will be one I'll never break. No matter where your dancing takes you, just call me and I'll be there for you. Just give me the word and I'll be on the next flight."
"You will?" she asked breathlessly as he slipped deeper inside her.
"Just try keeping me away from you." And to emphasize the validity of his words he stroked her deep and hard, surging up into her.
Marti opened herself further to accommodate him. "I don't think I can do that," she sighed, feeling him fill her.
Derek slowed his movements, staring down into her face. "Now, I'm going to ask something of you in return, Marti."
"What?" she asked, barely hearing herself.
"That when I come to you, you'll be wearing nothing but that red trench you came here in today. Each time, I'll strip it off your luscious body and carry off to bed and ravish you." His thrusts became deeper and harder as he spoke, his powerful body rocking her. "We have a week together, sweetheart, and you're mine. Do you hear me?"
Martinique bent her body to meet his, taking all he had to give. "Yes," came her soft reply. "Yes."
Derek's primal grunt filled the loft as complete satisfaction and contentment consumed him as he lost himself in Martinique's heat, where he conquered her fears as well as his own.
Originally published May 2011