1st Tease From " Torn"

KENDRICK



I wake up with Leslie no longer in my arms. It felt good laying next to her though. Too good. The sun is up so that means we made it through the night. However the house is still freezing so I know that the power is still out. This time alone is the perfect time to call my wife and let her know that I am stranded at Dahlia's house. I know that I should have done this last night but I was laying down the ground work for what I hoped to be a hot and steamy booty call. Shit...I've known Leslie for so long that she might be able to become one of my regulars. As soon as I begin to dial the numbers to my home phone my cell phone starts to power down. The battery died after being left off the charger all night. Maybe that's for the best. This way my wife won't be hassling me about when I will be able to make it home. So I decide to climb out of the bed and see if I can find Leslie.


LESLIE

I can't believe what I'm seeing as I peer out the small square window at the top of the metal front door. The storm that came through caused a lot more damage then I expected. The snow is piled up so far that it prevents me from opening the front door. There is no way for any vehicles to navigate down any of the roads. Due to the piles of dirty snow and tree branches that litter the road way. In all the years that I have lived in Buffalo I have never seen a storm cause this type of destruction. I am in awe as I gaze out and wonder where will the city begin to clean this up? To restore power? And if this is what my street looks like how did the rest of the city hold up? What I know for sure at this point is that I won't be flying anywhere today. I know without even having to call and check that all flights have been cancelled. Damn!

I need to call and check on Lincoln. I know that he was not fazed by this storm but I also know that he will be worried about me.

I can hear movement. He's up. Sleeping next to Kendrick last night felt nice but I'm not ready to face him. So I continue to look out the window. I watch people slowly make their way outside to dig themselves out, to find their cars and remove debris from the roads in front of their homes.

I feel him directly behind me and my pulse accelerates at the smell of his Cologne. I can feel his heat despite the frigid temperature. My feet won't move.

"Good morning." His voice is horse and low. I lick my lips but don't respond. I'm grateful that my back is still to him. But what if he can read my mind?

His hands have found their way around my waist. They have found a resting spot at the top of my jeans. He then eases his hands inside and pushes my legs apart. I want to protest. Say that this is wrong but I don't. I wait to see what he will do next and if that next move will prompt me to end this.

He holds the heat in-between my legs and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning. Then I feel his warm breath on me right before he pulls my ear lobe between his teeth. He whispers to me that he has wanted this for so long that he could barely contain himself last night. He says the scent from my skin is tantalizing. I fell his forefinger probing inside of my slick walls and then he begins to stir me. He takes his unoccupied hand and pushes my jeans down around my ankles. Then tells me to step out. I don't even hesitate to comply. As soon as I get out of them he kicks them aside. All the while he hasn't stop stirring me when I hear the rattle of the wrapper behind me. I know that he is preparing himself to enter me and I'm doing the same. The anticipation of what is about to come has me winding back onto his fingers. He rests the head of his powerful erection against my dripping wet heat and I hear a muffled expletive fall from his lips. He is rough when he enters me and I can no longer keep quiet. As soon as I part my lips the moans float out like a song that I have been dying to sing. He is aggressive from the beginning. No slow and sensual foreplay. He pushes me close to the door and pushes my face and breast against the cold metal. The shock of the cold has my pebble-like nipples aching. It is the most exhilarating feeling having my breast pressed to the cold door and the heat from Kendrick filling me up. I am on the verge of exploding when he stops. He turns me around and looks dead in my eyes. " Tell me I'm better." I am dying for him to finish but I'm not going to say it. He repeats himself and I just shake my head in the negative.

He lowers himself in front of me and my right leg is lifted onto his left shoulder. He licks my swollen flesh. Flicking his tongue in a rapid motion that has my legs threatening to give out. I try to move his head away but he will not allow it. Instead he buries his face deeper. It is so intense that I beg him to stop but he won't relent. So I say the one thing that I know will get his attention. Panting, " I want to taste you." Without another word he stands and guides me to the couch. I push him into the sitting position and place a pillow on the floor to cushion my knee's. I tease the tip with my tongue........ MORE TO COME.

KENDRICK

This was easier then I thought. I thought it would take at least a week to get into Leslie's panties. I under estimated myself.