by Megan McCoy
He didn’t let her go. He held the back of her head firm, kissing her with every ounce of the fierce passion raging inside of him. On he went, slipping in fingers down the seam of her ass, lightly caressing the tight rosette of skin when it passed it.
Rachel bucked and tried to wiggle away.
Lyle knew it was because she didn’t understand yet what gratifications could be gained from being played with there, entered there. One night, after she was truly his, he’d show her. At the entrance of her pussy, he felt how small she was, and his body shook with excitement, eager to slid into her. He’d need to wait, make sure she had been thoroughly satisfied, and she was ready.
Even though she was already wet, drenching in her own need, he would take her further. Clutching first one of her thighs, and then the other, he pushed them wide until they were open and draped on the outside of his. He stopped kissing her, and just nipped and licked at her swollen lips, because he wanted to hear the sound she made when he touched her sex.
His hand slipped up the inside of one of her thighs, covered in her dew, until he reached those puffy hair-covered lips of her pussy. She was so damp his fingers easy glided along the warm, slippery silk of her slit.
“Oh.” The single word and the shiver turned him inside out.
“Just wait, darlin’,” he whispered as he met her clit and circled it.
“Oh. Oh… Lyle.” Her tone showed the evidence of her shock at the sensation; she started to close her legs.
He swatted at the center of a thigh, right where it was wet, and he knew it would sting. “Keep them open, Rachel.”
When she rested it right where it had been, he said, “Wider.”
She stared down at him and frowned, an unspoken question there, but she moved them outward a little.
“Wider, until they can’t go any further,” he commanded.
Her breathing was coming out rapidly, as she lay splayed above him. When her legs were open to the point her position started to lift her hips away from him, he stopped her. “That’s good, right there.”
Then he started making circles around her hard, little clit. “You can cry out, buck, anything that feels good while I touch you, but don’t close those thighs. Understand?”
Her eyes had started to close as he stroked her, when he stopped his movements, they popped open and she stared at him. Her hazel eyes were filled with anxiety and need. “Yes.”
Round and round he went, and he watched her lids shield her eyes from him as they lowered. “Have you ever touched yourself here?”
“What… no.” Her eyes stayed closed, but small frown lines appeared between her brows.
“You can. It feels good what I’m doing, doesn’t it?”
“Oh… yes.” She was squirming and thrusting her hips against his cock as he continued to drive her toward the cliff of glory.
“You can give yourself this same kind of pleasure, darlin’.” He lowered his voice, not because anyone was around to hear there, but because he wanted to share a fantasy of his with her. “When you’re all alone in this bed at night and your mind starts to think about us. Remember how I touched you here and made you feel good. You can slip your hands between your thighs and stroke your clit. Over…” He used one finger to go around her clit as he spoke. “And over… and over again.”
She was now shaking and clutching his shoulders, her short, blunt nails digging into him.
“You feel how wet you get; feel how much you need me again.” Shit, he was trembling too. His words and his actions were driving him insane as he brought one of his fantasies to life. “Then you’ll come for me,” He stroked down her slit, then returned just to brush along the side of her clit where she’d shown him she was most sensitive, and she came apart.
She was crying out, humping his hand even, as she quaked with her release. She looked mad and glorious. He stared up into her flushed face and the wild mane of her hair. He had to place his other hand on her hips to keep her in place as he continued to ply her clit with firm, titillating strokes.
When she came the second time, she all but slammed her head into the pillow beside his and practically curled in on herself.
Fuck. It had been the most electrifying things he’d ever witnessed. He couldn’t wait much longer to be inside of her, but his need to taste all the wetness coating her pussy and his hand won out. He rolled them over until she was on the bed now and he was over her. Kissing down her body as he lowered himself, he placed his lips along the soft flesh of her throat, then he paid homage to her collarbones with a long lick from one end to the other. At the valley of her breast where there was a sheen of sweat, he pressed a kiss before turning his head and taking one of her stiff nipples into his mouth. When he suckled her and swirled his tongue around the tip, she moaned and slipped her hands into his hair.
He spent a bit of time teasing and pleasing her at her breasts. She was so responsive to his play there, that he could feel her thighs squeezing at his hips as she pressed her sex against his rod.
Did she know she was driving him mad? He allowed one of her nipples to pop out his mouth as he went lower. One kiss after another covered her ribs and belly until he arrived at the indention of her navel. He gave her light swipes around and over it, before he dipped the tip of his tongue into the shallow cave, an example of what he planned to do with her sex when he got there.
He drew a line with his tongue to the thatch of dense curls still hiding her sex of him.
“Lyle, what are you doing?” Her thighs flexed at his shoulders as he situated himself between her legs.
“Seeing all of you.” He reminded her of the reason he’d gotten the lamp in the first place. “Open for me,” he used the same commanding tone as before, letting her know he would allow no argument.
She hesitated, but slowly parted her thighs just as she’d done a few minutes ago.
When they were wide and she made to stop, he ordered, “Bend your knees, then let them fall real wide.”
“But… but… you’ll see me.” The tremors running havoc through her body make her voice quaver. Heat infused her neck and it crawled up along her throat until it filled her face. She was already shocked to have Lyle looking at her so close-up one way, with her knees parted and her personal area splayed open in such a fashion was practically horrifying. There would be nothing of her sex not revealed to him.
“Yes. I don’t only plan to see you, sweet darlin’, I’m going to taste you as well.”
Every time he called her darlin’ it set off a fierce heat inside of her that curled her toes, but hearing that he planned to taste that part of her made her heart take off like a thousand horses were inside of it. Her mother worked in a whorehouse and had shared a few more things with her and Vera, about what went on between a man and a woman, than most mamas in Grover Town, but she’d never confided in them that such acts were even possible, desired.
She looked down into Lyle’s bold blue stare and heard the command in his voice. It made her spine sizzle with pleasure when he used that tone, and she knew he was serious about his plans. Keeping silent, more because she didn’t know what to say, she did as she was told.
Tonight, he’d already taken her to new heights of delectations as she’d never experienced or imagined before, and so, she would trust him to teach her everything. Because it was what she’d asked for, what she wanted. More than the act of what they were doing, she’d wanted it to be him doing this with her. If her life continued the path it had been on, and this was the only night she’d ever get in a man’s arms, she needed it to be Lyle.
“You are exquisite,” he said from between her wide-open thighs, as he gazed upon her innermost secret parts. “Pink, wet, beauty. Your pussy smells musky sweet and like every meal I’ve ever wanted to have and will always dream of.”
“A meal,” she guffawed, and she wrinkled her nose and stared down at the top of his bowed head. “It sounds like you’re going to eat—”
She squealed and bucked her hips when his
tongue swiped over her sensitive skin. If she had thought it was titillating to have his hands caressing her there, it was nothing compared to the feel of the swirl of patterns he was making with his tongue.
“Oh my…” His fingers were holding her sex open as he glided up and down and around the tight, throbbing bit of flesh at the top. She had never known how susceptible it was to touch or how satisfying it would be to have it touched by a finger, or tongue evidently. Lyle had told her to stroke herself when she was alone and think of him, he didn’t have to tell her that because thinking of him would consume her day and night. Now that she knew his caresses, she wasn’t sure how she could ever stop thinking of him. For the rest of her life, she would count the hours until night, until she was alone and bring him back in her bed at night in her mind.
“Please…” she begged as his licks became more insistent. She knew what awaited her in the end, how the gates of an oasis would fling wide and welcome her inside a rapturous paradise. Her belly felt tight, and flames were blazing through her body toward the end.
When Lyle sucked that tiny tip into his mouth as he did her nipples and began to flick, then circle… flick, flick again and more circles rapidly and then her mind couldn’t distinguish one action from another, all she could do was feel. Feel as if a tightrope had been strung up inside of her and pulled tighter and tighter in her core. Her stomach muscles knotted up and she could feel her upper body bowing forward as her head tipped back and her mouth gaped soundlessly, a scream locked in her throat as ever fiber of her essence was focused at that needy kernel.
Then it happened. The rope within snapped and she cried, shook, and thrashed along the bed as Lyle continued to sup at her banquet, bringing her the ultimate delight. On and on he went, holding her thighs apart as his mouth made her mindless over and over again.
When she came down from among the stars the third time, he was there above her. His blue eyes dark and intense, as the firm line of his mouth glistened with what could only have been her wetness. She was also aware of the press of something bulbous and hard at the entrance of her sex. She was unsure of exactly when he had rid himself of his pants.
“You back with me, darlin’ Rachel?”
She had to swallow twice before she could speak. “I think so.”
“Glad I am to hear it.” He caressed the side of her face with the back of his hand. “There so much more I want to share with you.”
“You got to see me. I should be able to see you too.” She peered down at his chest, then back up. She was a little nervous about what came next, her mama had told her that the first time for a woman was painful, but after that, pleasure. However, her mama had never gotten around to telling them what a man looked like between the legs and she was anxious to see Lyle.
“Never would I deny you something you want.” He gave her a cocky side smile as he lifted away and up onto his haunches. “Look your fill.”
First, she kept her gaze on his face, but couldn’t resist, even in her nervousness, seeing all of him. She moved down passed his tantalizing broad chest, then down over his abdomen when the wide span of hair narrowed like a path to something more, something greater. When her eyes met the part of him that would soon be inside of her, she was sure her eyeballs would pop out of her head. Lyle’s shaft was thick and long, it sat out from the hair surrounding it stiff as a wooden pole. There was no way something so massive would fit inside of her. “Maybe we should just lay here and… and talk.”
Lyle chuckled as he held a hand out to her. “Oh, my sweet, talking won’t bring us the satisfaction we’re both aching for. Besides, the best is yet to come.”
She placed her hand in his, thinking he was going to help her get up, regardless of his words. Instead she found her hand being wrapped around his length.
“What are you doing?” His flesh was just as she assumed, hard a plank, but it was also hot to the touch and soft as the finest silk.
He groaned, but kept his hand around hers forcing her hold up and down him. “I don’t want you to fear my cock. Know that regardless of the size, I’ll use every ounce of my skill to cause you the least discomfort as possible.”
Up and down her hand went, enjoying how she could make him groan and tremble under her touch as he had done to her.
“Do you trust me, darlin’? Or do you truly wish to stop all this?” His hand stilled hers as he sat back waiting for her response.
She didn’t have to think about what she would say, because the words came out of her mouth. “I trust you, Lyle.”
He removed her hand from what he’d referred to as his cock, then lifted it toward his mouth and kissed her in the center of her palm. Next, he walked his body back over her with his hands on the bed, and lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her long and deep.
As she kissed him back, she felt the warm weight of his body cover her again. He shifted his hips as one of his hands slipped between their bodies, giving him a chance to take hold of his manhood. Still kissing her, he guided himself right to the heart of her.
His kissing never stopped as he pushed in, in slow, ginger increments. She flinched as the pressure began to build and she instinctively tried to close her legs, even though it would have been impossible with the large man laying between them.
Lyle’s knees pushed against the inside of hers and force her thighs wider as he pulled back then slipped forward, a little deeper.
There was a struggle within her, as she fought between getting lost in his kisses, and tracking every movement he made inside of her. In and out his tongue went in her mouth, showing her what was to come, his hips kept the same tempo, but with shallow thrusts.
She was expecting pain, but the feel of him gliding along her walls was making her moan and pant, wanting more of him. Her body felt empty and she knew that only he could fill her up, give her the bliss she craved. Joining in the play, she began to lift her hips on each of his down strokes. He was trying to be gentle, she understood this, but she couldn’t take much more of the teasing torture.
With his next shift forward, she arched up hard and high causing his cock to tear into her until it was seated deep. Her scream got caught in his mouth, the pain flared from her sex, down the thighs, and into her toes, bringing water to her eyes.
Ripping his mouth from her, he growled, “Fuck!” He stared down at her, his blue gaze filled with concern and a little annoyance.
Trembling and biting the inside of her bottom lip to control her whimpers, she tried to hold his gaze, but couldn’t.
“I was tryin’ to ease you into the act, Rachel. Cause you the least amount of pain.”
She forced in air as her sex still smarted. “I know. I just wanted to get the bad part over with.” Finally brave enough to meet his eyes, she smiled. “It’ll be good now, right?”
Shaking his head, he chuckled. “Yes. I’ll make damn sure of that.”
He settled on to her again and gave her lips a soft kiss as he clutched one of her hips. “Follow my lead,” he commanded. He pulled back almost all the way out then he rocked his pelvis forward as he lifted hers.
She winced. When he did it again, she understood how he wanted her to rotate up a little as she arched up to him. By the third time, the pain was gone, and in its place was toe-curling wonder. She had no words to explain how good Lyle felt moving inside of her, gliding in and out of her walls. His thrusts became harder, deeper. At times he buried himself so far within her, she felt as if they’d fused together and become one.
Beneath him, she became a wild woman, her nails digging into his back trying to find purchase from the soul gripping ecstasy. “Harder. Please, more.” She couldn’t get enough of him.
Answering her pleas, he drove into her, taking her hard and causing the bed to rock and squeak in time with them. When she came hard, calling out his name as a multitude of stars exploded before her eyes, she heard his echoing groan. His body bucked against her, filling her with the warmth of his seed.
When she thought he would sto
p, after he found his release, he continued to thrust. His shaft still amazingly hard. He rolled, not away from her, but taking her with him, until she was the one on top. She was sprawled over him like before, but this time it was his thick length inside of her, not his finger.
“Stay with me, love. Once more.” He wrapped his arms around her, keeping her in place. His face was a mask of erotic torment, she could see the shadows of need still in his eyes.
“What should I do?” She had grasped her part in the sex while under him, but now laying above him, she wasn’t sure.
“Whatever feels good to you, love. I promise it will feel good to me.”
Remembering what he did to her, she slipped her hands into his thick blonde hair, then lowered her mouth on his. She started kissing him as she undulated her hips and worked herself along his shaft. He’d told her to do what felt good and riding along his long, stiff cock excited her.
Soon, she was doing the thrusting, lifting, and slamming her hips on him. He’d allowed her the reins to their satisfaction. When his hands moved to her thighs, she brought herself up until she was seated on him. Staring down at him, she saw the pride in his gaze as he watched her with dark eyes.
“That’s it, darlin’, ride me. I’m yours.”
She knew the words were just those spoken in the heat of the moment, but she didn’t care, she took them to heart and let go all her inhibitions. His hand cupped her breasts and his fingers plucked at her nipples. The feel of him playing with the sensitive tips sent her over the edge, she bore down on him and squeezed her wall around his hardness as she climaxed.
He came moments behind her, uttering her name on a long groan.
She collapsed on him, her body too sated to move, her lips too weak to form words. She wanted to tell him thank you, for not only rescuing her, but showing her what it felt like to be worship and cared for, however, those words never came as darkness enveloped her.
Chapter 6