Rewriting Her Story Ch. 02

Draining the bath and drying herself off, Mya dresses for a comfortable night in, a light pink, cotton tank top and matching shorts that barely cover her ass. She towel dries her hair, leaving it tousled and damp. She walks barefoot across the house, stopping to feed the dog before heading into the kitchen. She had just flipped the light switch on when suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Her eyes dart to the wall clock, 9:13pm. Who could be knocking now?

Jasmine, not one to be easily swayed away from her food bowl, jumps onto the chair by the door, barking loudly. Mya rushes to the door, pulling the dog off the chair by the collar. She opens the door a crack, standing behind it, holding Jasmine tightly beside her. "Hello?" She calls out over the dog barks. She peeks around the door, as she flips the porch light on.

"Fuck!" A voice cries out. "That is bright!"

"Alan?" Mya asks surprised. She pulls the dog back and turns the porch light off again. "What are you doing here?" She pulls Jasmine back again, as the dog struggles to see who the strange man at the door is.

"Can I come in?" He asks with a laugh. "Or at least come out where I can see you."

She realizes she is still crouching behind the door. She stands up and pulls the door open, holding Jasmine firmly by the collar. "Sorry! Come on in." Mya says, her laughter echoing his.

As Alan steps into the living room, the dog's barking changes to a low growl, her eyes marking the strange man. Mya closes the door, allowing Jasmine to move a closer to Alan who sets down the bag he is holding. The dog smells him, the low growl ceasing, her tail beginning to wag as Alan slowly pets her head. Mya lets go of her collar. Satisfied that the stranger is not going to hurt them, Jasmine goes back to her food bowl.

"I guess I have her approval." Alan says good naturedly as he picks up the bag he had set on the floor. "Where can I put this stuff down?" He raises the bag and the pizza box in his hands.

Mya looks at him, a look of confusion and amusement on her face, "The kitchen, just through there." She motions to the room she had just come from. She turns to lock the door and follows behind him. As she passes, she whispers to Jasmine "I hope you made the right call doggo."

In the kitchen, Alan leans with his back against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest, his long legs casually crossed at the ankles. He is dressed in his work clothes still, a white dress shirt, now untucked and the first 3 buttons open, black dress pant and his big, black boots. He takes a long look at her, unconsciously licking his lips as his eyes move up her body. His smile falters when he finally meets her gaze. She looks at him, the questioning look still on her face. "What are you doing here?" Mya asks again.

He quickly stands up, his arms hanging at his side, his eyes downcast. "You left the store so fast earlier that you never got your groceries." He says almost sheepishly, "I saw them in the office and got them for you." He looks up at her again, a hopeful look across his face. "I took a chance that you probably hadn't eaten yet, since you didn't have your groceries and brought you a pizza." Alan gestures to the box. He smiles at her, trying to win her over with his boyish charms.

She returns the smile easily. She walks over to the counter, peeking in the bag he brought. "You bought all my groceries for me?" She looks at him, her expression softening. "That is so sweet." She opens the pizza box, inhaling the savory aroma.

She reaches out and touches his arm. Taking a step closer, Mya stands on her tip toes and kisses his cheek. "Thank you." She whispers softly.

Alan turns to face Mya, wrapping his arm around her waist. He takes her head in his hand and bends down, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss, His tongue parting her lips, her tongue meeting his with eagerness. He pulls her closer, holding her against him. She moans softly against his mouth, biting his bottom lip gently as she places her hand against his hard chest, pushing him back as she breaks the kiss. He looks down at her, his arm still wrapped around her waist, he takes her hand off his chest, holding it as he bends down and brushes his lips across her fingers. "You're welcome." He says with a grin.

Mya pulls her hand away, blushing slightly. She turns away from him quickly. She takes a deep breath, recovering a bit from the intensity of the kiss. "If you are going to stay, you need to take your shoes off." She says casually. She looks over her shoulder as she reaches up to the cabinet to get plates, catching Alan openly checking out her ass. A panic-stricken look crosses her face as she realizes what she is wearing. She quickly grabs the plates and sets them on the counter. "I'm gonna go change, if you want to you know... take your boots off and stuff." She says awkwardly as she turns towards the archway leading out of the kitchen.

Alan catches her arm, pulling her back. "Please don't." He looks deep into her eyes. "You look fucking amazing." He kisses her lips softly. "I'll make you a deal. I will take my boots off if you promise to sit that beautiful ass down and let me enjoy all of this." He tickles her sides and pulls her close to him again. He raises an eyebrow at her. "Deal?"

Sighing she takes a step back and grabs the plates. "Go take off your boots then." She says with a playful wave of her hand. Turning away from him again, Mya gives a flirtatious wiggle of her hips, hoping Alan was still watching.

Of course he was!

"So, why did you run out of the store so fast?" Alan asks as they sit down on couch, the last remnants of the pizza stowed safely away for another meal.

Mya pulls her legs up to her chest, crossing her ankles in front of her. "It was nothing." She sighs against her knees.

Alan's breath catches in his throat as he turns towards her. Mya's seemingly innocent posture was giving him a very naughty view. He quickly looks up at her face, but she is hiding behind her knees. He looks down again, admiring the way her shorts ride up enough to cover her entrance. Her small clit, however, peeks out beneath her neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair, tempting him to touch it, to taste it.

"It was just something Stacey said after you left." Mya says quietly.

That catches his attention and draws his eyes back to her face. "What did she say?" He asks calmly. She fills him in on what happened after he was called away.

Taking a deep breath (and another long look at her beautiful pink pussy) Alan looks up at her. "Whatever happens between us, I'm leaving that completely up to you."

"You mean that?" She looks up at him, her hazel eyes boring into his blue ones. "Like, for real?"

He laughs as he sits back against the couch. "Are you fucking kidding me? I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all day. It is driving me fucking crazy." He runs his fingers through his hair. "And now you are sitting there looking hot as hell and giving me a very tempting view of what I hope will be my dessert." He licks his lips. When he looks down again, he notices her shorts are slightly wet where they rub against her entrance a small sigh escaping his lips. He looks back into her eyes. "But I won't do anything you don't want to." He says seriously.

Mya sits up, placing her legs on either side of Alan's lap. She takes his face in her hands; her eyes are filled with a mix of desire, fear and something else Alan can't quite put his finger on. "Say it again." She whispers.

"I promise, Baby." His eyes never leave hers, promising her not only with his words. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Mya leans forward, kissing him desperately. She sighs audibly when Allen's tongue wraps around hers, deepening the kiss. Her hands find his hair, gently pulling it as she slowly starts moving her hips against him.

As they kiss, Alan's hands slide down from her waist gently caressing her ass. He takes a cheek in each hand squeezing them between his fingers, pushing them together as she grinds harder against the bulge in his pants. He groans into her mouth as they kiss, their tongues intertwined. She unbuttons his shirt, letting her hands roam over his hard chest.

She pulls his hair hard, breaking the kiss as Alan's head is forced backwards. He looks up at her, his mouth still open and wet. Her smile is devilish as she sits up straight and pulls her shirt off over her head. Her tits bounce softly in his face as she begins to move against him again.

Her small, pink nipples are almost painfully hard. Her nerve endings are on fire, and she is desperate for him to touch her. She pushes her large breasts closer to his face, one of her nipples hitting the tip of his nose, which sends a pulse of pleasure throughout her body.

Alan knows how badly he wants to touch her and can see how much she needs him to. He feels her body twitch at the smallest touch. The way her tits bounce is mesmerizing and all he wants to do is put one of those small, hard nipples in his mouth. He looks up at her again, his own desire written all over his face. He raises an eyebrow at her, a clear question unspoken between them.

Despite the need raging through her, Mya's expression softens as she sees the question on his face. Any doubts she had about his intent are washed away in his questioning blue eyes. "Let me say no." She whispers as she traces her finger over the dragon tattoo on his chest. "Don't make me say yes." She leans forward again, her nipple now mere inches from his mouth.

Alan doesn't make her wait any longer, quickly taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, pulling it to his tongue. He moves his right hand up, squeezing her other breast, pinching her nipple between his fingers. Mya reaches up above her head, giving him full access to her chest. Taking full advantage, he cups both her breasts in his hand. He squeezes and pinches one while sucking and nibbling on the other, Mya moaning and gasping with pleasure at the assault on her tits.

He lifts her off his lap, setting her down on the couch. He kneels on the floor, slowly removing her small shorts. He spreads her legs apart, bends down and take a deep breath, inhaling her aroma. The smell of her desire fills his nose, making his mouth water and his cock throb. His eyes trace the moist, delicate folds of her womanhood. He sticks his tongue out, licking at the pretty pink nub that has been tantalizing him all night.

He sucks gently on her clit, his tongue slowly flicking on the sensitive area. Mya pinches her nipples, her pleasure building as Alan expertly works his mouth on her sensitive flesh. Using the tip of his tongue, he teases her entrance before sliding up her slit, savoring the taste of her. She moans as his tongue swirls around her clit. Her hips rocking gently against his tongue.

Mya's legs tremble as her orgasm builds. Her clit grows hard under Alan's tongue. He knows she is close; he can feel it! He runs his middle finger along her swollen flesh, before slowly pushing it inside her. He looks up at her, making sure she didn't want him to stop.

The color is high on Mya's cheeks. Her eyes squeezed shut as she rocks against Alan's finger. Her own hand is clenching her tit, squeezing her nipple between her fingers. He licks her clit again, smiling as he feels her jump. He pulls his finger out, adding his index finger, and slides them back inside her. Her pussy stretches around them as he slowly moves them in and out. matching the rhythm of his tongue and her hips.

Mya's body begs for release, every inch of her trembling with pleasure. She opens her eyes suddenly as she feels Alan flex the tips of his fingers upwards, scratching at her g spot. "Stop!" She yells suddenly, pushing his face away. With a smirk, Alan places his thumb on her clit as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside her. She throws her head back, her orgasm reaching its peak. Her juices flow over his fingers, he moves his thumb, lapping at the sensitive pink flesh, tasting as much of her as he can.

"Fuck Alan!" Mya pants as he slowly pulls his fingers out. He licks her clit again, causing her to jump. She closes her legs, her body still trembling slightly. Her naked skin is still flush from her orgasm as she joins him on the floor. She laughs awkwardly as she fumbles with Alan's belt buckle.

He stops her hands. Kissing her softly before he stands up, extending his hand to her.

She accepts it gratefully. Allowing him to pull her to her feet. He wraps his arms around her as she slides his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She pushes her naked body against him, feeling the warmth of his skin, breathing in his scent. She steps back, taking his hand from her waist, leading him towards Cori's room.