by Brisa Starr
He pushes me back on the bed, and he lies on top of me, bearing most of his weight on his elbows as he kisses me. His mouth goes from gentle to demanding as his tongue forces its way between my lips, and I open my mouth to accept it. Our tongues slide around each other, and our hips grind together. We kiss, desperate to taste each other, to connect, but then we pull back, also wanting to take our time. We have the whole night ahead of us with no interruptions.
He slowly pushes down my shorts, leaving in place my green silk panties, and I shimmy out of my T-shirt and unclasp my bra, wanting to free my breasts for him.
He leans up and pulls off his shirt, and my eyes feast on his hard, thick muscles. I want to lick my tongue along the lines cutting his biceps and shoulders. His hair flops over his forehead as he tosses his shirt to the floor. He kneels on the bed and unbuttons his shorts, pushing them down. I’m desperate to have him in my mouth. I get up on my knees to assist and push down his boxer briefs, freeing his raging, iron-hard erection.
His chiseled body is a masterpiece, and I could stare at him for hours. I want to give myself to him completely, worship his cock, and do whatever he asks of me. Sexual energy emanates from him in powerful waves, and it crashes into me, leaving me breathless.
I sit back and look up at him. “Stay like that,” I say.
I take his big, gorgeous cock and lick it from base to tip, savoring him, showing him my adoration. My tongue swirls around the head of his hard dick, and a clear drop of pre-come appears. I lick it with my tongue. He moans and I lean back, and I tell him to lie down on his back and relax, so I can service my man. I nestle myself between his legs and bend over his cock, putting it all in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down.
“Oh, Ash, my angel. Yes,” he moans, a low guttural sound of appreciation that vibrates all the way down to my cunt.
I suck him harder and lick him, getting his cock slippery wet. I lower my mouth down to his balls and suck them, licking them, while my hand pumps his meaty shaft up and down. After a while, I sit up, and he opens his eyes to look at me. “I’m yours, Luke. How do you want me?”
He sits up and pushes me back on the bed. “Oh, I know what I want.”
I still have my panties on, and he spreads my legs and gets between them. He lies down, putting his mouth on my pussy, licking over the green silk. I moan and lift my hips up, just as he pulls away, teasing me.
He scoots back and brings my legs together to pull my panties off, and then he pins my hands above my head, and he binds my wrists together with my panties. He sits back on his knees and looks fondly at his handiwork, his lover tied up and helpless before him.
“You really are mine,” he says. “I’m going to pound your pussy so hard, you’ll feel it tomorrow, and you’ll remember who you belong to.” His fiery words make me throb and quiver in anticipation.
He leans back down and buries his face between my legs. He takes a huge inhale, appreciating my scent like a fine wine. Then, he takes his fingers and touches my sex, spreading my lips. “I see we either need to shave you again, or let it grow back out.”
“Whatever you want, dear,” I say, breathless.
“I like how I can see how turned on you are. There’s no hiding it. I’ll shave you again and keep your pussy bare longer.”
The thought of him shaving me again creates more wetness between my legs. Like everything he does. He lifts his head back and says, “That’s my woman. Soaking wet. All for me.”
He sinks his tongue into my pussy and eats me, licking me all over, sucking on my clit and flicking it with his tongue. Nibbling on it with his teeth. It’s pure ecstasy. My body shivers and shudders with every lap of his tongue, every kiss on my pussy lips.
“Oh my god, Luke, you’re so good at that. It feels so good,” I moan and try to grind my hips harder on his face.
“I want you to come on my mouth,” he says, his voice racked with craving, and it brings me close to the edge. I squirm under him, and he sucks my pussy hard. “Ahhhh,” I groan.
I’m getting close to jumping, taking that flight, ready to fly. I rub my pussy on his face as he extends a finger deep inside me, giving my cunt muscles something to grip on to, while he flicks my clit with his tongue, knowing exactly what I need, and seeing to my pleasure.
Having my wrists bound makes me demented with desire. The loss of power intoxicates me. I want to run my hands through his hair. I want to pull his head to my pussy. Dig my nails into his back. And I can’t do any of it. All I can do is squirm and moan, and that madness alone makes me want to come.
His talented tongue and fingers continue to work their magic, and I’m overwhelmed with desire and passion for this man, so trusting and vulnerable with my hands bound and my legs spread… yet powerful, as I’ve given myself to him freely, letting him use my body however he wants.
My mind twists with emotions as he brings me to climax. “Ahhhh,” I cry out. “Yessss!”
My legs straighten and convulse. My calves tense and cramp. My toes curl, and orgasmic delirium turns my vision to pink clouds of bliss, as a wild surge of hormones rushes through me, and I tumble into a free fall of ecstasy, and I moan and thrash and come, all over his sexy face. My orgasm rushes through me like a tsunami, a crashing tidal wave against a wall of rock.
An eternal moment later, I come out the other side, where I float in a bath of pure bliss, feeling erotic, sexy, and totally fucking cared for.
Tied up with my own panties.
Spread eagle.
Worshipped by a god.
And… he hasn’t even fucked me yet.
I open my eyes, and he’s watching me with such love-filled tenderness, my heart skips a million beats.
“I love your pussy, Ash,” he says, smacking his lips. “There’s no way I could leave this,” he says, gesturing down to it, spread wide open and dripping. “Or leave you... no fucking way. Not for anything.”
He gets off the bed and retrieves a condom from his wallet. With my wrists still tied, I’m completely at his mercy, and it’s sexy as fuck.
He slides the condom onto his cock and gets back on the bed. He towers over me. I can’t escape, and I wouldn’t even if I could. I squirm under him, writhing with desire, and he’s not even touching me, but it feels like he is. Electric-blue energy crackles between us, and my body rages for him.
He takes his cock and puts it right at the entrance of my dripping wet pussy, and he lets it sit there for a moment as he looks at me. Partly to tease me, partly to stop and witness the tender connection in our eyes.
“I’m ready, Luke. Please take me. Fuck me as hard as you want.”
He guides the head between my engorged pussy lips and pauses, then he suddenly slams his cock into me, and I gasp, shredded with that single thrust. My heart bursts wide open, and my soul rushes out of my body, frantic to find his and join with it.
I close my eyes, and the weight of my head sinks deeper into the pillow.
“Open your eyes,” he says. “I want you to watch me fucking you. Look down, watch my cock pumping in and out of your body.”
God, the way he talks to me… he’s so damn sexy. My hips thrust, ready to take him again. He slams into me, and this time, he keeps pummeling me, in and out, thrusting hard, connecting with me in every way through our eyes. Our minds. Our bodies.
I’m lost in the sensations roiling around me, like I’m on the teacup ride at Disneyland — thrown one way and then the next — and loving every second as he destroys my pussy with every explosive thrust of his pelvis and cock. His primal animal passion darkens his eyes, and it shoots stars through me. I meet him thrust for thrust, the binding of my hands increasing the intensity and sensations assailing my body.
“God this feels so good. You feel so good,” I say, and he’s grinding his teeth, groaning, pumping into me. Desperate for more.
“Ash, you’re my woman. You’re all mine,” he says like a mantra, his battle cry.
I moan, “Forever, Luke.”
He’s still thrusting an
d thrashing inside me, and then something… I did not expect…
“Ash, I need you... I... love you,” he breathes, and his words…
Wait… what?
Did he just say that?
YES! He did! Oh god, — oh fuck, his cock… feels so good — he… said… he loves me. His words completely unravel me, as I try to process the meaning of this stupendous moment… while I’m getting my brains fucked out.
I want to reach down between my legs and touch myself to come faster, but I’m bound, and I can’t, and that turns me on even more. I look at him and cry, “Luke...” I breathe heavier, “I love you.”
He pounds me even harder, and the smacking sound of his sweaty body against my pussy gives me what I need to go all the way.
“Luke! I love you!” I scream just before I come, and my body shreds and shatters. A sensation like none other. Something that happens only when fueled by love.
He unloads and comes deep inside me, grunting my name between thrusts.
He stops for a moment to collect himself and let his pounding heart slow down. Sweat glistens on his body as he pulls out and takes off the condom, before collapsing on top of me.
A few seconds later, his mouth finds mine, searching and yearning with longing, desperate for my breath after professing our words of love to each other. As he kisses me, he reaches up and unbinds my hands, and now my arms are free to wrap around him, to hold him tight, and our breathing finally settles down.
Everything around us seems to shimmer and grow calm, like the red sun setting over the ocean. As we connect on a relaxed plane, contented, relieved physically, mentally, and spiritually, we sigh. Together.
He rolls off me, and he runs his fingers through my hair. His eyes shine glassy, and he bends over to place a kiss on my lips, still craving more of me. He lingers there for a moment before pulling back. Then his eyes rove around my face, and when he’s sure he’s got my undivided attention, he says, “I love you, Ash.”
29
Luke
I’m free from the blackness.
It’s late. I’m relaxing in bed, deep in thought, and I look over at Ash in the dim light filtering through the curtains from the street lamps outside. She’s sleeping peacefully.
I should’ve told her I loved her days ago, but it wouldn’t have had the same impact as it did tonight. When she shut down yesterday, it shook me to my core and woke me the fuck up.
I’m gonna do this.
I can do this.
There’s no reason I can’t move here and have my business here and have my sweet Ash. I might still have the occasional memory creep up from my past, but that’s OK. I can handle anything with Ash by my side. My sexy, seductive angel.
But there’s still one thing I need to do.
Ash and I are running through a field of tall grass at dusk, laughing and chasing fireflies. Ash suddenly stops, looks me in the eye, and says, “She’s here.”
And then, three loud knocks. So loud, it rattles my bones.
I bolt upright in bed. It takes me a moment to get my bearings… oh, that’s right, we’re at the hotel. I must have fallen asleep.
I rub the sleep from my eyes and reach over to pick up my phone. It’s two o’clock in the morning. Did I hear a knock, or did I dream it? Who the hell would knock on the door at two in the morning? I look at Ash. She’s sound asleep.
Maybe there’s a fire. Although, we’d probably hear people in the hallway. And an alarm. And I’d hope they’d knock again, until somebody answers.
I get out of our warm bed and tiptoe to the door. I unlock the deadbolt and open it. The click of the door’s latch is loud and jarring, and I tense up, hoping I haven’t awakened Ash. I flick my eyes over to her, but she’s still sleeping peacefully, which doesn’t surprise me, after the way I ravaged her tonight.
I stick my head out of the door, and nobody’s there, but a rush of coldness grips me, and I do a double take. My neck tenses and my scalp prickles.
“No, that’s bullshit,” I whisper, but I look around. There’s no such thing as ghosts. It must just be colder in the hallway, and when I opened the door, the chilly draft hit me.
I close the door and lock the deadbolt, and this time, I also lock the chain, for good measure. I have to take a piss, so I pad into the bathroom and quietly close the door. I turn on the light and pee in stealth-mode — sitting down — to avoid waking Ash. After peeing, I wash my hands and look at myself in the mirror. I see a new man. The man I was always meant to be, but was too lost to find him.
And this new man has a plan. And a partner. And a new life, and hope. I go to grab my toothbrush, but my toothbrush isn’t in the cup next to Ash’s, where I left it. Where the fuck is my toothbrush? I look around the sink area, but I don’t see it. Strange.
I turn off the bathroom light and walk quietly to the nightstand where my phone is. I pick it up and turn on its flashlight to look around. I walk over to the dresser where the television is, and my toothbrush is there. What the hell? Why would I have put my toothbrush out here? Maybe Ash moved it for some weird reason. Oh, I know. She’s messing with me. She’s trying to trick me about the ghost, Faith. Still, a shiver snakes down my spine.
When I think about Faith and her sad story, it reminds me of Ash and her insecurities about relationships and abandonment. She told me she loves me tonight, and I’m pretty sure my words blew her away. But I need to go further. I need to do something monumental. I want her to feel safe and never have any doubt about us, ever.
I never want her to wonder.
I add another to-do item to my mental list.
The next morning, I open my eyes and see my woman is up. She’s in the bathroom, so I call out, “Good morning, angel.”
She pops her head out of the bathroom door, her toothbrush dangling from her foaming mouth, and she muffles back, “Hi!” She ducks her head back into the bathroom, and I get a sense she’s shy. I wonder if she’s thinking about last night.
I can tell she’s done rinsing her mouth because I hear her spit, and the water shuts off, so I call out, “I love you.” I hear something drop in the bathroom, and I hope it wasn’t my toothbrush, when I suddenly remember the toothbrush incident from last night.
She peeks her head around the door, her eyes wide. “You still do?”
I stand up, naked, and walk over to her, pulling her into my arms tight, and I say, “Never doubt that, or question it, or wonder. Your days of wondering are over.” I kiss her cheeks, then her forehead, and finish with a kiss on the tip of her nose.
“I just wanted to make sure. You know... heat of the moment an’ all,” she says.
I nod, understanding. “We will have lots of heat-filled moments,” I say, “and you can believe all of them.”
She smiles with a warm, sunny glow, and she comes back into the main room.
“Nice trick with the toothbrush, by the way,” I say to her, laughing.
She looks a little confused. “What do you mean?”
“Moving my toothbrush onto the dresser, so I would think Faith had been here,” I snicker.
“I didn’t do that. I swear,” she says, her eyes wide. “I didn’t touch your toothbrush.” She’s so sincere, I believe her.
“Really? Hm. That’s weird. Maybe I mindlessly did it myself.” But I’m not convinced.
Her eyes fill with excitement. “Faith was here?! She moved your toothbrush! Can you believe it?” She jumps up and down with excitement, clapping her hands.
“Faith? Ha! I don’t think so, Ash,” I say, shaking my head.
Then, I watch Ash get dressed. I just can’t take my eyes off her. She puts on a cute summer dress that’s bright orange, and it hugs her waist with a flaring skirt that goes to her knees.
“Checkout’s at eleven,” I say, “so we’ve got time to have breakfast downstairs before we leave. I’ll get dressed.” I walk into the bathroom and call over my shoulder, “That sure was a night to remember, Ash. I enjoy hearing you moan and scream my name.
We have to figure out what we’re gonna do, because staying at our parents’ houses ain’t gonna cut it.”
As I go to brush my teeth, I think about the ghost. I guess I open my mind to the possibility that maybe there is a ghost, and it makes me think of Jeremy, and that makes me happy. It would be cool if my best friend is out there somewhere, sending me ghost mojo. Like maybe the memory of him yelling “Seize the day” was actually a message.
Ash screams from the bedroom, and I run out, pulling up my shorts and buttoning them. I see her holding her phone.
“Ash, what’s wrong?!”
“We have to leave. Now!” She’s frantic and breathing heavy, gathering all her things. “My dad fell. He’s in the hospital!”
30
Ash
I sprint out of the hotel, and Luke is right behind me. He unlocks the doors to his car with the remote, and we jump in. I’m shaking with nerves and biting my lip. I’m so worried about my dad.
“What happened? Who called you?” Luke asks, pulling out of the parking spot and speeding out of the hotel parking lot.
“Sally texted me. She said to stay calm, and that my dad was OK, but he’d fallen, and he was at the hospital. I told her I’d be right over.”
Luke pulls up to the front door of the hospital, and I get out of the car. “I’ll find you — just go!” he yells, and I slam the door, running. I get to the front desk and pant, “I’m here for Carleton Markson, please. I’m his daughter.”
“Just a minute,” the lady behind the counter says, and it takes her so long to peck my dad’s name into the computer, I damn near grab the keyboard and type it for her. Just before I completely lose my shit, she says, “Room 104.” I take off like a cheetah.
I barge into my dad’s hospital room, and he’s sitting up in bed. He looks over at me.
“Dad!” I yell and rush over to him, wrapping my arms around him, clinging to him. He pulls his head back and looks at me, his face devoid of any emotion, and he asks, “Who are you?”