The Gardener, Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Gardener, Part 2

... over," he says as he slips out it. God, I hope not ! I think as I follow him out. ************ The house is in complete darkness as I get out the taxi. I left the restaurant before everyone else and went to the cash machine then to get a bottle of wine before getting the taxi home. I'm surprised I'm the first one home. I climb the steps and unlock the door. Stepping inside, I close it quietly in case my mum is in fact home and in her bed sleeping. I tiptoe across the floor, placing the wine and my bag on the table next to the stairs and place one foot on the bottom stair before a voice stops me. "Where have you been?" Matt says. I turn quickly, surprised. He's standing to my left at the kitchen door. Something in his tone has my hackles rising, "What are you, my Mum?" I say. "Don't get cute, Leah. I've been waiting ages for you." "I didn't ask you to." I turn and climb a couple of stairs before he's right behind me grabbing my arm and spinning me around. Even with the couple of steps of a difference his face is level with mine. "No, you didn't," his eyes are back to looking dangerous. "I wanted to," he says huskily. "You seem to want a lot," I say a bit more sharply than I intend to. "Damn right I do." He steps up so now I have to look up slightly. "Is that a problem?" "I..." my words are cut off as his mouth crushes mine. His lips are hard, unrelenting and greedy as they devour mine. His tongue snakes out and parts my lips to dance with my own. My heart beat hammers in my ...

... chest as his hands come round to pull me against him. I can feel he's already hard and it makes my belly flip and my pussy tingle. He pushes me back slightly, breaking the kiss. "Oh Jesus, Leah," he sighs. My mind is foggy as I stand there and look at him with my fingers raised to my swollen and still vibrating lips. Pulling myself together I take a step upwards but he follows. I take another, trying to put some distance between us until I can think clearly again, but again he moves with me. "You're driving me insane," he says softly as he follows my steps up the stairs. I reach the top and stop. My breath is coming in pants and my blood is rushing in my ears so hard I can barely make out what he's saying. "Since the first moment I saw you at your window, I knew I had to have you. And fuck me, when you came out wearing that little bikini... well, I almost died!" His eyes are intense as he stares at me. "I... I..." I stammer. God I can't think! "I have to go." I rush out as I quickly pivot round and step away. "No... Wait!" he says into my ear as he closes his arms around me from behind, "Please." he whispers as he turns us round, pinning me between him and the railing. My hands grab the railing as I feel him rub against me. He is so hard, so desperate, that a smirk slips from my lips. Isn't this what I wanted from him? "Matt..." I purr, "We shouldn't." I tease. "We should," he groans. His fingernails scrape up the outside of my legs and when they reach the hem of my dress he ...