"Tell Me" (M/F, rom, cons)
by Souvie
copyright May 2001

Author's note: This is a work of erotic fiction, and my
entry into the Dulcinea Memorial Writing Festival. If
you're not of legal age to be reading it, then please
don't.  The story is copyright by me, Souvie, so please 
no reposting unless you've gotten permission from me 
first.  Archiving at the Dulcinea Memorial Writing 
Festival website is allowed. In the spirit of the Blow 
Job Principle, I welcome any and all comments. In fact, 
I get off on feedback. Email me at souvie@netdot.com

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"Tell Me" (M/F, rom, cons)
by Souvie

She was sitting on the couch when he came home from 
work, the shirt he'd worn the day before clutched in 
her hands.  

"Honey, why are you sitting in the dark?" he 
questioned, turning on the living room light and 
setting down his briefcase.

"Care to explain this?" she countered, holding up his
shirt.  The pink frosted lipstick mark on the collar 
was plain to see. "I don't own this shade of lipstick."

"Oh, that." He ran a hand through his hair and took off
his tie.  

"Yes, that." Her face was expressionless.

"It's not what you think, honey, honest."  He smiled, 
the smile that always caused her heart to beat faster 
and a tingling begin between her legs.  She tried not 
to let it affect her this time.

"Then please, tell me what it is."  She stood up still
holding the incriminating shirt.

"I told you, it's not what you think."  He took the 
shirt from her hands and dropped it on the floor.  He 
ran his hands up and down her arms.  "Don't you trust 
me?"

"Don't you trust me to tell me the truth?"  She was
becoming upset now that he kept dodging her questions.  
If it truly was nothing, then why wouldn't he tell her 
how that lipstick, so obviously not hers, came to be on 
his shirt?

"What do you want me to tell you?" he asked in a low
voice, one that always caused her toes to tingle and 
her stomach to flip-flop. He moved his hands to the 
buttons on her shirt, undoing them as he spoke.  "Do 
you want me to tell you that I love you?  That I've 
loved you from almost the first moment I tasted the 
honey of your kiss? Tell you that I fall asleep with 
your name on my lips, and I wake up in the morning 
reaching out to touch you, just to make sure it's not 
all a dream? Tell you that I race home after work every 
day because I can't wait to hold you in my arms? That
right now I want nothing more than to peel your clothes 
off you, until all that caresses your skin is my 
breath?  Is that what you want to hear?" His mouth 
dipped to kiss the hollow of her throat.

She was fighting a losing battle, and she knew it. 
Trying to keep in mind that she was still angry with 
him, she asked again, "How did the lipstick get on your 
collar?"

He sighed and dropped his hands to his side.  "I took 
your mother shopping on my lunch hour yesterday to help 
me pick out your birthday present, okay?  The lipstick 
must have smudged my collar when she hugged me good-
bye."  At her incredulous look he continued, "Call your 
mother and ask her.  She'll confirm everything, even 
down to the color of lipstick she was wearing."

He moved his hands back to the lapels of her shirt, 
slowly easing them off her shoulders, while she 
absorbed what he'd told her.  Chagrin filled her face, 
turning her cheeks a becoming pinkish color. "Oh, 
honey. God, I'm so sorry I doubted you for even one 
minute."

He kissed her until her head was spinning.  Trailing
kisses down along her collarbone, and the soft swell of 
her breast, his hands loosened her shorts.  They 
dropped to the floor as her hands undid the fastening 
of his pants.  His cock was hard and throbbing in her 
hand.

Pushing her panties to the side he grasped her ass,
lifted her upward, and entered her in one smooth 
stroke.  She was already wet, her clit hot and swollen.

"Ohhhh," she moaned.

He braced her against the back of the couch as he 
pumped in and out of her. His hands were free now to 
roam her body, squeeze her exquisite breasts, eliciting 
another moan from her.

Her breathing quickened, her legs tightened around his
waist. Shaking and shuddering, she approached orgasm.  
He slipped a hand between them to stroke her clit as 
she slipped over the edge, her loud cries resounding 
throughout the house.

His mouth laved her breasts through her thin bra, 
teasing the hard nipples, as her hands gripped his 
head. A second climax overtook her just as he reached 
his own. He could feel his cum shooting deep inside 
her, as he ground his hips against hers.  He leaned his 
head against her shoulder, his breathing slowly 
returning to normal.

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" he asked,
kissing her forehead.

"Uh huh," she said, "now tell me what you got me for my
birthday."

He laughed and shook his head.

Her mouth turned down in a pout. "Don't laugh at me," 
she admonished, punching him in the arm. "Come on, tell 
me!"

THE END