Message from Velma: Just a reminder that this is the third part of a three part story. If you got here without first reading Divine Hammer by The Breeders, click here.

Song: Colour Me by Dot Allison

Scenario: by Velma, 5.22.02

He wrapped his arms around me and rolled back over on me. His eyes were beautiful, hazel in color, and crowned in long, dark lashes. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. He pushed himself up, looking down on me. My hands remained on his chest feeling his round pecs, moving back up to his strong shoulders, down his muscular arms.

He leaned into me. Oh the scent of him, his heat! My right hand lifted to caress his smooth cheek. Then his lips moved to mine. Our eyes gently closing. His mouth was so soft. Mmmmmmm. Kissing. Kissing. Gentle. Warm. Sweet. His cranberry lips displayed their expertise. I kissed each of them, embracing one then the other between my own generous lips. Lick. Lick. Our tongues met in this lush, wet playground, teasing, touching, and twisting. His was full, soft – not at all forceful, but welcoming and graceful.

My fingers were running through his thick, soft hair – lightly massaging his scalp. He settled down to my side and I turned to meet him. We looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity. I noticed the tiny scar above his left eye. I touched it gently. His eyes closed and he softly grabbed my wrist – not pulling it away, just holding it. I lightly kissed the scar and began to cover him in light kisses from his eyes to his temples, his forehead, back to his cheeks, his jaw.

His hand released my wrist and moved over my shoulder, down my back. My light, wet kisses continued to explore him. Kissing into his side burn, I started gentle licks on his ear lobe. He moaned with pleasure at this. Then I playfully blew on his wet ear and he giggled and stopped me with his kiss. I purred in delight, as his kisses were electric and the grandest I had ever experienced.

He started kissing down my neck. My eyes opened and closed at the sensation. He devoured my flesh. Sucking. Slurping. Licking me wet.

My hand was probing up his shirtsleeve, wishing I had the strength to tear the fabric away from him. My hand thought of a better idea and moved down his arm, toured the curve of his waist, and found its way to his beautiful backside. Mmmmmm. So firm, he felt so good in my hand.

His left hand moved from the back of my waist, over my tummy, and up to my chest. He began to cup and caress my right breast as his kisses and slurping moved to my shoulder. He lightly circled and flicked at my nipple with his fingers, sending a tingle of sensation across my entire body.

I was nibbling the cloth on his shoulder and arm as my hand slid from his booty to the small of his back. I was touching the skin underneath his shirt, sliding up his soft, smooth back.

You’re in Heaven. This is Heaven now. You’re in Heaven.

Pausing for a moment, we both instinctively sat up and began to tear at each other’s shirts. He began to pull his shirt up from behind his head. I helped him lift it away passed his arms. He lifted my tank top off from the bottom, gently pulling it off over my head.

There was that moment of semi-nakedness, a pause of awe for being this vulnerable to each other.

“Wow, you are beautiful,” he said.

I leaned into him feeling portions of our newly exposed skin touching.

“You are beautiful,” I said as I kissed his lips.

My hand glided down his muscular thighs and calves. I started to unlace his boots. Get the boots off the bed!

As I pulled off the second boot, I fell back a bit laughing. He started laughing, grabbing me up at the base of the bed. I was underneath him again. My hands wrapped around his waist as I looked into his eyes, then began to caress and lightly scratch at his back.

He began to kiss down my chest, making his way to my breasts. Licking, kissing, teasing. He was gentle, reverent. He was slow and purposeful. He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen.

My hands slid underneath the waistband of his shorts, reaching as far as my arms would take me. I pressed and massaged his skin, which was smooth and hot.

He came back up to my face and kissed me. We embraced. As my lips came to his ear I whispered, “I want you inside me.” The words coming from my mouth sent chills of anticipation through me.

I took the initiative and turned him on his back. He looked surprised, but pleased. I sat up, straddling his crotch. I could feel his hard member throbbing for release. I started to kiss and lick his chest, making my way down his tummy. I eyed the hammer on the nightstand.

“Close your eyes,” I said.

He obeyed and I leaned over to grab the red handle. I rubbed the cold metal hammerhead against my neck. Then I began to gently glide the cold metal over his skin. He was startled at first and opened his eyes. There was a second of fear in his gaze, but my easy manner relaxed him. His body twitched from the feel of the cold, hard hammer. I was done with this torturing, and dropped the hammer to the side of the bed.

I backed off of him and began to unbutton, unzip, and remove his shorts. I must have been moving too slow. He lunged forward and began to rip off my shorts. I slid off his briefs; he tore into the seam of my panties. He was going to have his way, and he was going to have it right then.

I wrestled him to my bed chair. I sat him up, straddled him again, and hovered just above his thick, flawless cock. I held him in my hand and began to rub his sensitive head against my wet pussy. We both moaned. I could see he was transfixed at the image.

Then I guided him into me. I had to pause and absorb the feeling of his fullness deep inside. Slowly, slowly I began to rise and fall, feeling the friction of our tight fit. I placed my hands on his shoulders for balance. He reached out with his arms, holding my waist, guiding my hips.

Up and down. Harder then faster. I rode him with all the energy I had. Screaming. Grunting. Moaning. I leaned in to kiss him again, then again.

He was determined to finish the job. He slid out of me, laid me flat, and reentered me with incredible force. I screamed only making him pound away faster. Hammering away like I knew he would, the intensity was all most too much to bear.

I knew he was about to come, and I was almost there.

“Fuck me! Good God! Fuck me, Apolo!”

Banging. Banging. I could feel my legs beginning to shutter.

“AAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH,” he grunted as I felt his hot fluids begin to crash inside me.

I closed my eyes. My walls twitched and vibrated as I began to crash around him.

He slowed, but stayed with me for a moment. As we caught our collective breath, I touched his face with my hand. He collapsed on top of me, then slowly slid his weakened cock from me.

I began to kiss his cheek.

“Thank you, Apolo. Thank you,” I whispered in his ear.

“Oh baby,” he said as he looked into my eyes.

We began kissing with deep passion and appreciation. I wanted him to stay here with me forever.

It was dusk as we nuzzled side-by-side. 

“Damn,” he said. “I have, like, five more calls to make.”

“Oh no! Can you still get to them?” I said feeling a bit badly for his predicament.

“Yeah. Hopefully, none of them will mind. We don’t tell people exactly when we will get there, just that we’ll get there sometime on a given day.”

“I know that,” I said thinking about all the times I sat around waiting for Miller to finally show up.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” he said as he starting to tickle me as some kind of punishment.

“Nothing! Nothing!” I screamed over my laughing.

He stopped and we looked at each other.

“I guess you better go then, before it gets too dark,” I said against my personal will.

He said nothing. He touched my cheek and I smiled. I grabbed his hand, pulled him up with a moan.

I found his shirt, pulled it over his head. He found his underwear and shorts. I pulled my tank top back on. I helped him lace his boots back up. 

I held his hand as we walked to my front door.

“You gonna be here tomorrow when I come back to fix your window?”

“Maybe,” I smiled.

Then he walked out the door closing it behind him.

I went to find my shorts and slip them back on.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

I went back to the door in surprise.

“Hi I forgot something.”

He grabbed me around the waist and rewarded me with more of his passionate, beautiful kissing. He thrilled my soul.

“See you tomorrow,” he said after releasing me and turning away with that cocky strut.

“I’ll be here,” I sighed watching him walk away.

Slowly, I closed the door and smiled. I knew he’d be back.

He forgot the hammer.

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