Chelle Bliss - Untangle Me

Police cars and motorcycles cleared the way, leading a procession of people down Bourbon. Above the roar of the motorcycles I could hear the faint sound of a Dixie band. “Look, Kayden,” I said, pointing down the street. He grabbed my arm, moving me on the sidewalk and out of the path of the oncoming crowd. “What is it?”

“It’s a wedding, sometimes weddings march down Bourbon just as they do for a funeral. They’re all celebrations of life,” he replied, holding my hand.

I watched, riveted to the scene in front of me. A parade of people danced down the street following the band on their journey. The bride wore a mask and carried a white umbrella, the groom on his tuxedo with a matching black mask covering his eyes. They laughed and danced as they moved down the street. The wedding guests followed behind cloaked in the same facial mask, dancing and singing. People cheered on the sidewalk as the parade danced past. At the end of the parade two sets of parents were carried in a rickshaw, waving their hankies in the air, smiles decorating their faces.

“Wow, I’ve never seen anything like it,” I said, staring down the street watching the wedding disappearing in a sea of people.

“It’s uniquely NOLA, one of the many reasons I fell in love with this city,” he said and I felt his sadness about leaving here, like losing an old friend.

We wandered around the city for the entire day, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells. The memories would have to carry us until we could afford to come back someday. New Orleans had become a second home, filled with memories, both good and bad. We made plans for Mardi Gras months ago that wouldn’t come to fruition anymore. My heart ached the more we walked, I wanted Kayden with me, but not by force, by choice. His phone rang as we walked by the casino.

“Hello,” Kayden answered.

I watched him intently. He received very few calls, and usually they were only to deliver bad news. I nervously waited to hear what the person wanted from him.

“Okay, I understand,” he said before ending the call.

“What’s up, baby?” I asked.

“It was Dean from the office; they want to clear the apartment tomorrow.” Kayden looked like he had just lost his family pet. I could always read his eyes, they were so expressive and the windows to his soul.

My heart sank. I wasn’t ready to leave NOLA. I thought we could ring in the New Year here, in Jackson Square. “It’s okay, baby… I know we wanted to stay a little longer, but we can leave tomorrow.”

He wrapped his arms around me, tucking my head under his chin. “I’m sorry, Sophia. I wanted this trip to be so much more. I didn’t think we’d have to leave so soon, I thought we had a couple more days.”

I wrapped my arms tighter around his body, burying my face in his neck. My eyes filled with tears knowing this was truly our last night in New Orleans. “Take me home, Kayden. Make love to me in the bed you first made love to me.” We couldn’t take the bed with us in my tiny SUV; it would be another casualty Kayden would suffer.

We rode in silence, hand in hand, through the streets of New Orleans. Kayden stared out the window, resting his cheek on his hand. I didn’t speak, giving him time with his thoughts.

The apartment felt lifeless as we walked through the door, entirely opposite to the lively atmosphere I had experienced during my previous trips. We kicked off our shoes, leaving them by the door, only the thud of them hitting the baseboard filling the room. Kayden grabbed me, lifting me into his arms and carrying me into the bedroom.

He placed me on the bed gently, the hallway light illuminating the room. Kayden lay down next to me, propped on one arm. Looking into my eyes he cradled my face in his hand. He leaned over slowly, touching his lips to mine. My body tingled, coming to life, a sense of need filling my veins as his tongue caressed my lips. The tip of his thumb pressed the corner of my mouth, gently opening me to the invasion of his tongue.

Kayden possessed my mouth, controlling my every thought and feeling. He lifted himself off me, leaving his thumb near the corner of my mouth. His eyes never left mine as I capture his digit between my teeth, enclosing it between my lips. He watched me intently as he stripped off his shirt. I sucked his thumb, swiping my tongue across it, pretending it was his cock. I moved my head forward and back giving me the ability to suck the entire length. His eyes glazed over before closing, reveling in the sensation. I stared at him as he used his free hand and feet to pull off his pants. His cock sprang free, hard and glistening, the tip weeping.

I pushed him on his back, releasing his thumb. My mouth watered, needing to taste him. I licked his lips slowly before dragging my tongue down his neck to his torso. My tongue tracing each ripple and muscle on his taught stomach. I paused at his hips, biting and sucking the sensitive spots making his body quiver. His cock nudged my chin, calling for my attention. Keeping my eyes glued to his, I licked the tip. Kayden tasted of salty sweetness, a taste uniquely Kayden—one that I craved. I swirled my tongue around the tip, his hips bucking as I pulled his length inside my waiting mouth. He filled me, stretching my lips. The hardness of his cock and the softness of his skin moving across my tongue caused wetness to seep from my pussy. His cock nudged the back of my throat causing me to gag.

“Fuck,” Kayden said. “I love when you gag on my cock, baby.”

My face flushed with his praise, embarrassment filling me with knowledge that I couldn’t fit his entire shaft in my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his hardness, moving in rhythm with my mouth. I squeezed slightly as I reached the tip, driving back down with force. Twisting my hand and flicking the top with my tongue to change the sensation, Kayden neared the edge.

He reached down grabbing my hair. “Baby, stop, I. Want. To. Make. Love. To. You,” he stuttered out as I sucked him harder and deeper than I had before, each word stammering out as I reached the tip of his cock.

My mouth released his tip causing a popping sound to fill the air. Kayden grabbed my arms dragging me up his body, his hair scrapping my skin. He rolled us over, his full body weight crushing me. He plunged his tongue into my mouth… claiming me. His hand slid down my skin capturing my breast in his palm. His lips broke from mine traveling down my body, sucking me in his mouth. Overwhelming need consumed me; I need to feel his cock inside me—filling me completely.

“Kayden, please,” I begged.

He licked my breast, circling my nipple with his tongue causing my back arched in an unspoken invitation. I watched as he pulled his lower lip into his mouth between his teeth causing the hair below his lower lip to stick out. He rubbed his hair across my nipple, pricking my skin, causing goose bumps to form across my flesh. I moaned writhing from the feel of his scratchy hair against my erect peak. He captured my nipple, sucking it hard flicking it with his tongue.

“Please,” I moaned.

Kayden slid his hand down my thigh, running the tip down to my core. I gripped his shoulders to stop from crying out, needing something… anything inside me. His finger slid easily inside me, his palm grazing my clit. He moved it slowly, torturing me. I needed more friction, my body so close to release.

He moved his body between my legs, his erection lying firmly against my pussy. He rocked against me, kissing me to muddle my moans. Using his hands, he rubbed the end against my opening, moving a small circle, wetting his cock—my body still not accustomed to his size. Starring into my eyes, he entered me slowly, stopping halfway. He paused, looking at me he said, “Slow, Sophia. I’m going to make love to you, I want to savor you.”