by Ember Flint
She laughs a bit at that and gives me a couple of small kisses.
“I work in finance and investments and till tonight, I mainly lived in London, the city in which I grew up. I don’t have much family. I’m an only child and my parents passed eighteen years ago in a car crash… their limo was hit by a drunken driver…”
“Oh, no… Aston, I’m so sorry!”
Her arms immediately go around my neck and I feel like I can breathe again.
I don’t like to talk about my parents’ death.
It still feels like a horrible nightmare sometimes, one from which I can’t ever wake up, but her closeness brings a comfort I have never known before.
“Don’t worry, love. It’s okay…”
I feel her shake her head. “You were so young… still a child really… I can’t stand the thought of you being so alone, Aston… I…” her voice falters.
I pull back a little and hold her face in my hands, touched by her concern.
“I managed… Charles and his family were my rock during the roughest spots. His father and mine were partners and the best of friends, just like me and Chuck.”
She gives me a sad smile. “I’m glad you had someone. I can’t imagine how painful it was… is… to lose so much.”
I feel a lump in my throat, I never speak about these things, but with her it feels like I finally can go there, in the place where I’ve hidden all of the pain without being overpowered by it.
I can’t explain why, it’s just like this.
I close my eyes and press my forehead to hers.
The doorbell rings and she jumps a little, moving slightly away.
I kiss her temple. “Let me take care of that.”
I stand up and reach for my coat, folded on the back of the sofa to get my wallet as I go to open the door.
Our Chinese takeaway has arrived just in time, because not only I am starving, but I also know we need to replenish our energies: I don’t plan on letting us get much sleep tonight, jet lag be damned.
I pay the delivery guy, take our food in the kitchen and I start immediately to fix the table, putting out glasses and plates with a familiarity for these surroundings that I can’t explain and an ease impossible to account for, considering that I’m not taking care of this kind of menial things in my life not even in my own houses. Ever.
She follows me inside, a little smile on her plump lips, and starts to arrange the flatware on the table. “Wow! You are very… domestic!” She sounds amused.
“Not exactly, but what if I was? What’s so funny about it?”
“It’s just that… well you are so freaking huge that you make my flat look like a Smurf mushroom-house,” she giggles a little, taunting me.
I smile as I pull her toward me, her curvy little body plastered to mine. “Let’s eat something, baby.”
We start to open the boxes and to feed each other small morsels, but soon the food begins to lose its appeal and we are clinging to one another, kissing madly.
We shed our clothes impossibly fast and walk out of the kitchen and toward the bedroom.
I halt our progress when we reach the slightly ajar door of what seems to be a teeny en-suite bathroom.
I don’t want to jump straight in bed, I have a better idea. I just hope I can fit in the room, but I can’t count on it too much: her entire flat is so small it feels like I am wearing it, not walking around in it, but the place it’s just too bloody cute: I can see her in every little thing around here and I love it.
Five minutes later we are standing clasped together under the hot jet of her shower.
We barely fit, no way I can make love to her in here without destroying everything and possibly landing us both in the emergency room.
Blast. There’s definitely not enough space to put in practice all the delicious things that my brain has just conjured, but I can still give pleasure to her luscious body; that will have to be enough for now.
I trace a path with my lips from her neck to the middle of her big, soft breasts, my tongue following the hot water droplets as they slide on her warm, wet skin. But this little game can’t entertain me for too long when her lustful moans fill my ears and her hard, little rose-colored nubs seem to be pointing straight at me, calling for my kisses.
I bend over her, coating her with my much bigger body and making her take a step back as my mouth closes around one of her wet nipples and a low growl resounds in the shower as she moans my name, caressing every part of my body she can reach.
It takes me a moment to realize that the animalistic sound actually came from me.
She drives me crazy, I’ve never wanted someone as I want her in this moment.
My cock throbs with each swirl of my tongue around her enflamed nipples, my balls have never been so heavy, never felt so tightened.
I drop to my knees ignoring my overwhelming need to be inside her. I must have her sweet taste on my tongue first.
I press Lara against the shower wall behind her and force my way between her trembling thighs.
As I look up at her, a smile on my lips, she shakes her head no.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I can’t take anything more, Aston! I don’t think I can keep standing up,” she whines, her voice breathy, her hands in my hair.
I kiss her silken belly just over her fragrant mound. “Yes you can, love. Don’t worry about anything, I will hold you up. Just enjoy it,” I say kissing lower and as she whispers my name lovingly, my mouth dives for her beautiful, glimmering pussy, my tongue at her entrance, sampling her honey from the source.
I groan at the taste, my erection hardening further in appreciation, precum leaking from my tip.
Lara shatters at the barest contact, screaming her pleasure.
I steady her, placing both hands on her wide hips and go back to sliding my tongue back and forth in long, lazy strokes from her swollen clit to her little slit, feeling each of her delicious pussy’s contractions on my lips.
The scent of her arousal alone makes me shake. Her taste is really something else: I could spend an eternity between her soft, shapely legs.
I take a step back to look at her lovely, flushed face, but then my eyes zero again on her cunt. “Oh, baby. You are so pink and pretty down here… I love it!” I say, going back to kiss her pussy.
Sweet mewling sounds leave her throat and all of a sudden, I’m the one who can’t take it anymore.
I turn the water off, grasp her bottom as I push her toward me, picking her up. Her legs immediately go around me, pressing her pussy against my cock in a way that makes me lose touch with reality for a moment.
“Fuck, I need you so badly, Lara.”
She kissed my neck and my shoulder, her hands on my back. “Me too. I need you inside me. I need you to…”
I carefully step out of the shower and head straight for the bed. “You need me too…?”
She shakes her head and bites her lips. “You know…”
I laugh. “I may know, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy hearing you say it.”
Lara looks away for a moment, but then her eyes are on me again, her lips land on mine for a blistering kiss and when she breaks it, she takes my face between her hands: “I need you to fuck me, Aston.”
I feel all my blood down to the last drop pool in my groin and my dick lurches again, pointing away from my body like a steely arrow.
I don’t know how it’s possible, but with a few whispered words she has made me even harder than I already was.
A growl leaves my throat and the next thing I know, she is splayed on her cozy, little bed and I’m on top of her, her thighs cradling me.
I’m hot all over, I feel like I could explode at any moment.
Fuck, I need her so much!
I have to be inside of her now.
“Bare…” I hiss, looking straight in her eyes. “I want you bare, nothing between us, baby,” I kiss her with all of my pe
nt up desire and she respond to it. “I’ve never, ever gone skin on skin with someone before, but I can’t picture us making love in any other way.”
I place myself at her entrance, my tip feeling every tremble of her warm, wet flesh.
I feel her little hand on my chest, her fingers open against the wild beat of my heart.
She looks up at me and smiles softly. “It will be a first for me too…”
I nod, surprised I did not care enough to ask before. That’s how much she drives me insane.
“Good,” I grunt, sliding into her hot, tight cunt in one go.
Lara moans my name. “And… and… it’s safe too with… I’m… on the pill…”
Her words come out disjointed, each of her breath cut off by one of my thrusts.
“Okay, love…” I grit out. A part of me is slightly disappointment that her womb won’t be receptive to my seed, but I can’t exactly tell her that right now. And yes: I know it’s crazy, that is too soon and all of that, but I want everything with her and there’s nothing I would love more than put a baby inside her, but there will be time for that once everything else will stop swirling around us.
I kiss her forehead, one of my hands drops between our bodies, my fingers exploring her folds, searching for her clit.
A strangled cry leaves her parched lips, her hands clutching at my back.
I kiss every corner of her upper body I can reach, but because I am so much bigger than she is, in this position I can’t suck at her breasts like I wish to and it’s a tad frustrating.
I know it will be but a moment for me to rearrange us, but I can’t bring myself to leave her, not even for a split second. I feel her walls crash my cock on every drive of my hips and it feels like heaven, I can’t get enough.
I feel like I could spend all my days and nights inside of her —not that it would be enough— and we are too close to stop anyway.
I feel her contract around me and I almost black out from the pleasure. The utter joy her climax brings me makes me lose myself in her completely; my body tensing, my back arching powerfully, my hands on her bottom, pressing her to me as much as I can, until there’s nothing between us but our sweat and she is not even touching her lavender-colored sheets anymore, as I empty every drop of cum that I have inside her sizzling, convulsing pussy.
We come down together in a hazy cloud of love, our breaths shorts, our limbs intertwined and shaking. We barely fit on her bed and I turn us on our sides with the last of my strength so I don’t crush her.
“I love you, Aston…” she murmurs, burrowing into me.
“I love you too, baby.”
I kiss her temple and as she falls asleep, I gently cradle her little body to mine; my arms around her generous hips.
I am utterly relaxed, I feel my eyelids start to droop and I smile in the darkness surrounding us. I’ve never been more complete and more happy in my life than I am right now with the woman I know I will be spending the rest of my life with, sleeping peacefully in my arms.
Chapter 10
LARA
I wake up to the feeling of a warm breath tickling my neck and it takes me a moment to remember what is going on.
When I do, I smile: I have never been so happy in my life.
Aston’s huge, hot body is wrapped all around me, one of his hands on my breast and the other on my hip, our legs intertwined.
I slowly wiggle out of his protective grip, careful not to wake him and I turn to look at him.
In his sleep, he groans softly and turns on his back, the sheets doing very little to cover his magnificent form.
I find myself following every hard line of his body with my eyes and desire like I never felt in my life zaps under my skin, pulsing between my thighs.
I don’t know how he does it, but everything about him drives me insane with need and I love him so much I can’t begin to understand.
I reach out to him, caressing the stubble on his jaw, the hollow in his throat, his chest, he grunts in his sleep at my touch.
I love that and every other sounds he makes, I love that I can please him so much with the simplest stroke of a finger.
My hands slide gently on his abdomen and lower still, tracing the straight smattering of hair that leads to his cock, already stirring at my touch.
I never knew a guy could be this… big, but I should not be surprise: my man is a freaking giant, everything about him is big and he is proportioned everywhere.
I love it —the list of things I love about him seems to be never-ending and the more I know Aston, the more I add to it.
I love how small and feminine it makes me feel in comparison to him, how protected.
Almost by instinct my hand folds around the base of his erection.
I cannot even fist it, he is that big: my fingers cover only one side of his cock, I squeeze lightly and I feel the entire length jerk powerfully.
A moan escapes Aston’s lips and his eyelids flutter, but it doesn’t wake him up.
Good: I want him to enjoy this slowly and completely and I know that the second he wakes, he will put an end to my fun and his pleasure, eager as he seems to be to always take over our lovemaking. Not that I haven’t loved every minute of his attentions, but I just want to be in charge for a while and give him pleasure.
I need to, I love his pleasure as much as I love my own; the idea alone arouses me so much I can’t think straight.
I glide down on the bed until my face it’s levelled with his massive swelling manhood and I let my lips trace its tip.
I caress his sack, cupping it and playing with it as I open my mouth and start to swirl my tongue around the large head, almost immediately I feel his saltiness and the taste makes the inner core of my pussy clench and my nipples harden.
I secure him more firmly, one hand on his hip and the other at the root of his stiff cock and I start to suck as much of it as I can in my mouth, making a little of his seed spurt on my tongue. His entire body arches, lifting us both several inches from the bed and a powerful groan escapes his throat as his erection goes from firm to hard as a rock and he wakes-up, my name on his lips.
“Oh, Fuck, baby! You’re pulling all of it out of me!” he pants; his hand reaches down to move my hair away from my face.
I look up at him, my eyes on his as I continue to suckle on his length, my hands massaging what I can’t fit in my mouth.
He grunts loudly, his hips thrusting up, more of his cock disappearing between my lips, his entire body strained and tense. “Oh, Lara… baby…”
His eyes are tightly shut and his gravelly voice falters as pleasure suffuses his handsome face.
He bucks against me, driving his hips to meet my mouth as his hands go to my head to hold me in place as if he is scared I would stop.
I never would: I love pleasing him, I don’t think I have ever loved the idea of doing this so much in my life; I can feel more wetness coating my inner thighs.
As if reading my mind, one of Aston’s hands slides between us and I feel his fingers playing with my clit. “Oh, damn! This is so hot, so… you’re so wet, love. Don’t stop…”
To reassure him I don’t intend to, I grasp his erection even more strongly, sucking the head harder and making him hiss and grunt in pleasure.
After a couple of minutes, I feel his hands on either side of my face, trying to impede my up and down motion.
“Baby, stop!”
I look up at him and shake my head.
“Fuck!” he groans, his voice raspy. “I’m going to… baby I’m going to come… stop!”
His mouth may say ‘stop’ but his body is screaming at me to go on and that’s what I’ll do. That’s what I want to do.
I let go of his cock for a moment and look up at him again. “It’s okay, love… let go.”
I lower my mouth back on him as his hands blindly knead my breasts, my tongue twirls at the little slit on the huge, glistening head and I suck as much of his
erection as I can between my lips.
A strangled cry rips from his chest and he grunts, his hips driving up; one hand clutching my shoulder and the other on my head, keeping me closer. “Yes! Oh, love…” he groans, breathing unevenly.
As his body shakes and tenses even more in the throes of his orgasm, I feel the warm rush of his seed in my mouth and I swallow repeatedly.
Aston slumps down on the bed, his chest heaving, his face flushed and his dark, soulful eyes on me.
I release his still very turgid cock and holding it with both hands I lick it clean, placing small, loving kisses at its tip.
“That was…” he gulps. “That was amazing, baby. Thank you…”
I smile up at him, kissing his abdomen.
“If you want to thank me, you know what to do, love,” I whisper, my need making me bold.
He clasps my shoulders and gently drags me up, until we are eye-to-eye and he kisses me until we both can’t breathe.
“My pleasure…” he purrs hotly at my ear and flips us over until I’m on my back and he is on top of me, my legs on either side of him, my body burning in anticipation.
Aston's fingers slowly run up and down my hips and thighs, his still impossibly hard length pressed against my upper stomach as he bends his curly head to my breasts, attacking my aroused nipples, switching between one and the other without letting me catch my breath.
“Aston… please,” I beg. I need him inside me now, no games.
He gives me a rakish grin. “All in good time, baby,” he says and latches again on one of my breasts, his mouth opening to entirely cover one enflamed areola, while one of his hands caresses and kneads my other breast; his fingers plucking at its tip, making my heart rate soar and my breathing shallow.
“Aston…”
“Shush, my sweet. Just enjoy it…”
His mouth is on mine, his tongue thrusting against mine stopping the entreat for a faster resolution that I was about to utter.
His kisses leave my lips, moving along my neck.
I feel him sucking at the tender point where the neck meets the shoulder and my body arches against his powerful one.
Aston holds me down and his mouth descends again on my breasts, kissing and licking between them, leaving a hot trail behind and making me shiver in pleasure and need.