by Flint, Ember
All of her squirming wakes up a part of me that should have been sated, considering how many times we have made love in the last twenty-four hours and my friend and her sister are soon forgotten as I feel my cock twitching and before I know better, I’m straining in my pants, erected and hard as a rock.
Lara’s eyebrows go up and down rapidly a few times as she climbs on my lap. “Man you sure were not kidding when you said you loved my laugh.”
I smile at her, my hands on her curvaceous hips. “I do love it, baby… every inch of me does.”
She giggles. “I certainly know the feeling, sir. If your sexy Brit accent would have not already done me in, the chuckle you make from deep in that massive chest of yours would have done the trick,” she speaks against my lips, her voice catching as my hands explore the front of her body; my fingers grazing the studs of her nipples, pocking through the material of the thin shirt she is wearing.
Our mouths crash against each other, lips colliding, teeth nibbling, tongues violently seeking entrance.
I break the kiss. “I love you. I need to be inside of you. Now! I can’t wait,” I groan, biting her shoulder.
I feel her press further on my lap, the warmness of her pussy discernible even through her knickers, burning against my raging erection.
I move my kisses to the side of her face, and down her neck and a low moan leaves her swollen lips.
“Oh, Aston, please, please! Don’t make me wait!”
Of course I am only too eager to do things her way. I crave the tight hug of her cunt too much to play games right now.
We are both naked and clasped together before a full minute has passed and just as fast she is taking me in, her snug, wet confines pressing all the pleasure points along my rigid shaft as she glissades downwards and I meet her movement with a thrust of my hips.
We both moan at the sensation and I feel my eyes slide in the back of my head.
She moves on top of me, giving me everything of herself, clearly enjoying our union as much as I do.
“Oh, baby,” I rasp, forcing my eyes to open.
I need to see her as she rides me: there’s nothing hotter.
“Lara,” I groan, my arm around her waist tightening. “I’m going to…” I warn her.
I know that the sight of her, the feel of her, the pleasure of her taking me inside her pussy all the way to my balls with such grace and strength is going to be too much too soon for me.
I feel it in the drawing of my balls and then in the tingling at the base of my spine: I’m about to come so damn hard, I’ll probably pass out from it.
My words are stopped by her mouth smashing one more time onto mine.
“Come, love: come! Come with me,” she sexily breathes against my lips and I swear I feel her words echoing straight inside my balls.
I reach down to strum her little clit, I want to make sure she is as close as I am.
“Oh, fuck, baby. This is so... so good!” I grunt out, thrusting upward one last time, impaling her further on my cock; my fingers still at her wet, pulsing center, the sweet scent of her arousal all around us.
She sucks on my bottom lip and then moves her mouth to my ear, her teeth lightly biting my earlobe and that simple action gets me even bigger and harder, I can feel how much I am stretching her, but I’m too far gone to slow down.
As she frantically comes on me, without slowing the ride, the tightening of her warm walls against my cock tells me whatever she is feeling is closer to pleasure than it could ever be to pain. “Oh, fuck, Aston! Yes!”
“Oh, love!” I growl, throwing my head back as I start to pump my seed inside of her.
Lara’s lips attack my neck, and she moans against my skin: the vibration of the sound, making my orgasm even more excruciatingly pleasurable than I expected and then I do pass out.
Her heart beating furiously against mine is the last thing I feel before I surrender.
Chapter 12
LARA
I wake up to the wonderful feeling of scorching-hot skin pressed against mine, strong arms around me and big hands softly caressing me.
The hairs on Aston's muscular chest tickle my back as his lips slide down my neck, his stubbly chin deliciously rasping the sensitive place where neck and shoulder meet. I love this.
“Aston,” I gasp, grasping one of his forearm as it tightens further around my waist.
“Good morning, my love,” he breathes in my ear, his voice low and husky, tinged with sleep and lust.
I feel his hands leave my hips and run slowly upward until they reach my breasts.
He starts to knead and squeeze me there, his fingers plucking my nipples.
I feel him grind behind me, his hot powerful cock pushing insistently at my bottom, the tip already weeping in the promise of the ecstasy to come.
A low rumbling groan escapes his lips still at my neck making more wetness pool between my legs.
I press my thighs together trying to relieve some of the pressure devastating my core, but it’s not enough to sooth me, it never could be: not when I know what it is like to have him bury his hardness inside me over and over.
“Love, please,” I beg, my voice nothing but an airless whisper.
“You want me, baby?” he asks, his shaft thrusting between my swollen and wet lower lips from behind, the blunt head pulsing against my clit.
“Oh, God! Yes… yes, I want you, Aston…. I want you so much!”
“How do you want it, my sweet?”
I feel his ragged breath against my nape and then the swirl of his tongue tasting my skin. His hands are still at my breasts, driving me insane with want and lust.
I moan, closing my eyes and leaning back until my head is resting on his broad shoulder. “Hard… as hard as you can, Aston. Please…”
I feel his tongue slide down the front of my neck and deep in the hollow that every intake of my breath creates at the base of my throat.
“You taste amazing, baby… every bloody inch of you is so sweet, and if you want it hard, I’m going to give it to you as hard as you can take and then some, but first… first I need to have the flavor of your sweetest spot on my lips.”
“Oh, God!” I moan, his words and the pressure of his erection sliding against my clit are enough to make me climax.
Aston stops grinding against me and chuckles. “Even better now, baby: I always love my sweets with a lot of cream on top…”
I feel one of his hands leave his torturous grip on one of my breast and dive between my legs, his long index immediately going for my clit and pressing into it, making me whimper in pleasure.
His finger follows the trail of my hot wetness till the source and dips inside me making me clench.
“Oh, Aston…”
He penetrates me as far as his long finger can go and then slowly slides it out of me, leaving me empty and so needy I might just scream. “Love… please!”
He brings his finger to his mouth and I hear his aroused groan.
“Damn, baby, you are too sweet, I totally need another taste before—!”
“The hell you do! Stop it this second and fuck me, Aston! I mean it!”
“I usually don’t take orders, love, but how could I possibly say no to that?”
He laughs throatily and the vibrations over my back only add to my cravings, making me start to grind my bottom against his groin.
Both his hands reach around me to stop my movement. “Ah, ah, ah… love: there’s no need for you to do all the work. I’m a gentleman after all and this is my ride, not yours. Just be still, let me shag you and enjoy it, okay?”
I turn to give him a furious look that only makes his smug grin appear along with his cute dimples. I don’t know if I want to use the little force I have left to smack him or to fuck him myself. Boy, how I love him!
“Just come inside me, baby…”
Aston doesn’t say another word and just slides in from behind in one long, lazy thrust
then he rolls me onto my stomach and starts to pump in and out of me picking up speed.
He is covering me completely with his huge frame now and I try to move backward to meet his thrusts, but I can’t even lift an inch from the sheets: his weight is pinning me to the bed and I love how protected and possessed by his strength I feel right now.
I can’t move at all, but why would I want to anyway?
I feel fantastic.
I’ve never managed to have an orgasm in this position with any other partner, but I know with him is going to be different and when I say different I mean mind-blowing.
The sounds of his soft grunts and soaked thrusts fill the room.
I’m sure I am making just as much racket, but I can’t hear myself: the noises coming from him and our fucking are so damn sexy and are turning me on so much, I’m deaf to anything else.
He is reaching so deep inside me, I can barely breathe and my pussy is so sensitive I don’t know how much more I can take.
He keeps on driving inside me just as hard as I wished him to until the sensations running through me fuse into one gigantic lightning bolt of pleasure and I feel my whole body tense in orgasm.
Aston tightens his hold on me, pressing me further into the mattress, still ramming inside of me; one of his warm, huge hands splayed under us, on my stomach.
Just as I start to think I can’t take it anymore, cresting on my third climax of the morning, he yells my name, pouring into me, coating my pussy with his hot essence.
He withdraws from me and turns us over so that we are side by side, our limbs entwined, our breaths short.
I look up at him and smile. “Damn…”
That is the only thing I can say
Aston chuckles and gathers me in his arms.
“You could have not been more eloquent, baby.”
I burrow into him, inhaling the scent of his sweat and our passion as I drift off.
When I wake up is to an empty bed and the sound of water running in the large en-suite bathroom.
I allow myself to pout for a moment at Aston's absence and then I slowly lift myself up from the soft nest of Egyptian cotton made by the crumpled sheets twisted around my body. I immediately cringe after a couple of steps.
I’ve read countless of steamy novels talking about feeling deliciously sore and never understood the meaning of it, I always thought it made no sense. Now I know I was wrong.
I pick up my phone to check the time. It’s almost half past seven, I’ve got to call my sister to wish her good luck for her interview and also to let her know I’ve not been kidnapped by aliens.
Judging by the numbers of missed calls I’m seeing on the display, I’m going to have some explaining to do.
I walk in the bathroom with a smile on my lips and the sight presented to me makes me all kinds of happy.
Aston is sitting on the edge of his ridiculously big bathtub —almost a pool really—, his tall frame is bend forward, one of his hands is making waves in the water to make it foamier. Steam, scented of lavender and roses, surrounds me.
He looks up and smiles at me, flashing his dimples. “Hello, my love. Did you sleep well?”
I nod and find myself walking toward him, a big, silly grin on my face.
“I was about to come wake you up. I thought that after all of our… um … activities, you might be a bit…” he stops talking and blushes, looking down at the frothy water and then he sighs. “You know…”
I never knew someone as big as him could be so handsome, hot and yet so endearing all at once and I feel a powerful surge of love for him.
“So… so I ran you a bath.”
I take one of his hands in mine as I kiss his lips. “A bath would be great, right now… thank you, baby.”
He breaks the kiss and helps me into the tub.
“Good, have a nice soak then, love. Breakfast will be ready in about twenty minutes, but I’m sure I can keep it warm until you come out.”
He even cooked me breakfast!
I reach up with an arm and pull him down toward me, kissing him softly. “That’s it. I’m never letting you go, baby!”
He smiles down at me, kissing the tip of my nose. “It’s good to know that after all great minds really think alike, Lara.”
“When do you have to leave?" I don’t want to be clingy, but the thought of not being with him for the rest of the day is almost physically painful.
His dark, expressive eyes immediately lose some of their light.
“In less than an hour. I wish I could—”
“You don’t have to explain, love. I know you are not leaving me to play golf or some such nonsense. This is important for you,” I interrupt him.
I don’t like this, but I have to be rational about things, don’t I?
“It is… but you are more important… more important than anything else and I hate the thought of being away from you more than strictly necessary.”
I smile. “And what is it your definition of necessary time that we can spend apart?”
He suddenly looks very serious. “I’m not sure you want to know that, love. Anyway… I’ll have Lucas come pick you up whenever you are ready tonight and I will be calling you probably a hundred times.”
I kiss him, my hands open on his cheeks. “Please do…”
“I will. Now relax… I’ll be waiting for you.”
I giggle. “And don’t worry about holding breakfast, big guy… you don’t need to starve for me. I’ll be out as soon as it’s ready.”
He cups my chin with one of his large hands. “Take your time, my love. The only thing I’m ravenous for is currently relaxing in this tub, all the rest can wait.”
I laugh, laying my head on the edge of the tub. “Is that why your eyes have been glued to my face since I came in here?”
He nods with a chuckle. “Exactly, my love: if my eyes stray, sore or not, we’ll end up with me driving inside your delicious pussy, perhaps on this very floor and we can’t have that right now: your body needs to rest and I need you to be okay, otherwise I’ll be completely useless in my meetings today.”
Oh, damn! How I love this man!
“You are so sweet…”
“Let’s keep this between us, shall we?”
I laugh. “Sure… I’m not crazy: I don’t want hordes of women banging at your door.”
He shakes his head, but laughs with me.
“I love you, Lara,” he says so intently that his tone of voice almost makes me cry.
“I love you too,” I reply to his retreating back and then I pick my cell up again from the edge of the bathtub.
As soon as my sister’s cheery voice comes on the other side of the line, I plunge forward, leaving nothing behind.
“Jess, I have found the love of my life, his name is Aston and you are meeting him tonight at dinner.”
Chapter 13
ASTON
I fight the urge to stare with my mouth hanging open at the couple sitting at the other side of the round table in the candle-lit corner of the rather posh restaurant we are having dinner at, and I fail.
I’ve never seen Charles with such a happy expression on his face and that is saying a lot, because my best friend has always been the happiest person I know, his cheerful and optimistic way of seeing things is almost bloody annoying at times, yet I have right in front of me the tangible proof that till now I’ve being wrong in my estimation for I can honestly say I’ve never seen him this happy before.
I mean, he seemed a little faraway and inattentive when we met for lunch earlier in the day, but maybe I was too focused on memories of my lust-bubbles with Lara, not to mention also a tad discomfited by how out of character Sterling was behaving —I’ve never seen him look so stern in the five years I’ve known him— to really appreciate how totally bloody gone Charles already was by then.
I feel the squeeze of Lara’s fingers around my hand and I smile turning to look at her.
> “I don’t think they even really know we are here anymore,” she quips in a whisper and I can’t help but totally agree.
We have been sitting at this table with my best friend and her sister for the last hour and a half and they have done little but grin goofily and gaze adoringly at each other.
“I wonder if we looked like this Friday night. It is most undignified.”
She giggles. “I’m sure we did, love… thank God there was no one there to watch the spectacle besides Charles.”
I nod, my smile getting bigger the more I look at them and at my lovely Lara.
“And after tonight, I’m pretty sure there won’t be any further teasing on his part about that: we have more than evened the scores.”
“Absolutely. You should have heard her this morning,” Lara laughs openly, rising her chin toward Jessica. “She is quite the romantic usually, but she was incredulous when I told her about how things happened between us. Sure, she was happy and anxious to meet you, but she was also very particular with her talk of being rational about it and thinking it through.”
I tighten my grip around her hand. “That’s because she didn’t know what it feels like.”
Lara leans her head against my shoulder. “And now she does?”
“She sure seems to. She looks anything but incredulous right now.”
Lara studies her sister for a moment. “You are right.”
“I can safely declare that as far as our small group is concerned, lightning has struck twice almost in the same place.”
She laughs, kissing the side of my face. “I think we should get going, love? What do you say?”
I kiss her temple. “Can’t see what else we could do by sticking around… they might look like zombies, but they hardly need our supervision.”
I signal a waiter for the check and a few minutes later we’re done with formalities and are ready to stand up; in the meanwhile, our dinner companions have scarcely noticed anything or said a single word that was not a breathy whisper that I’m happy to have missed.