“Will I see you again?” she had asked after they stopped and stood facing one another on her balcony. Smiling, Skylar merely turned and, with an easy leap, disappeared over the railing.
And that was that. Today was a new day and she had a story to write.
After a blistering shower, Liz changed into a cozy lounge outfit that consisted of a pink tank and a pair of black drawstring bottoms dotted with pink sheep. For what remained of the half-gone day, Liz worked away furiously on her laptop while sitting pretzel-like on the couch, transferring all the details of their dialogue from her memory to the computer screen. She stopped briefly only a handful of times to make another cup of coffee, grab a mouthful of something to eat or take a quick pee—or all three, not necessarily in that order.
As the sun dipped down under the horizon and dusk slowly turned into night, Liz pressed on, anxious to get everything out and down lest she forget one bit of Skylar’s amazing admission. It was nearly eleven p.m. when she toyed with the idea of wrapping it up. Glancing up from the screen on her outstretched legs, she started at the sight of Skylar standing just inside her balcony window.
“Jesus! Don’t do that.”
He tilted his head to one side as he calmly regarded her.
“What are you doing?”
Liz let out a heavy breath.
“Working.”
“Ah yes. The story. Well, you know what they say,” he posed, strolling slowly toward her. Reaching down he took the laptop from her and set it on the coffee table opposite the sofa. “All work and no play…”
Standing only inches away, he removed his clothes until he stood completely nude before her. Grasping her wrists, he pulled Liz to her feet, peeling the tank over her head and dragging the pajama pants from her hips, his lips and hands leaving feathery trails of heat over her breasts, stomach, pelvis and thighs.
Pushing her back onto the couch, Skylar surprised Liz when he took a seat beside her and pressed himself flush against the sofa’s back. Stretching his legs out before him, his enormous cock on display. He patted one thigh.
“Come here.”
Liz bent down, stretching out a hand with the intent of petting his delicious tool, but lightly catching her fingers in his, Skylar pushed her hand away. Instead he spread his legs slightly and pulled his cock straight up with his other hand to extend in front of her.
“Nah-ah, not this time. Tonight I want you to climb on and ride me.”
Liz’s thighs started trembling at the thought of impaling herself on Skylar’s gigantic cock.
“But first,” he smiled slyly, “let’s get you good and ready.”
Reaching over, he grabbed Liz around the waist to lift her smoothly onto his knees, her legs opened out on either side of him. Letting his large strong hands drift down and around to cup her ass, he again exhibited his freakish strength when he lifted her, spread-legged up to his face. There he held her out while he began earnestly tonguing her already soaking pussy. Extending her arms to place her palms on the wall behind the couch and Skylar’s head for support, Liz shuddered, hanging on for dear life as Skylar performed his oral acrobatics on her twitching pussy, pushing her to half a dozen orgasms within a matter of minutes, her trembling body held easily in his grasp.
When he finally retreated, Skylar’s mouth and chin were glistening with the product of his work. Easing her down his chest, he then guided her onto his epic shaft, Liz once again wincing as she struggled to adjust to his unbelievable span and girth. Immediately Skylar slowed his entry, his satiny voice urging even more honey from her as he said, “Be patient, baby. Take it slowly.”
Tossing her head back, Liz gasped for air as Skylar crammed his cock into her. Another climax lusciously loomed as her g-spot got a good workout thanks to his huge organ. With a shattering shriek, Liz came hard, jolting and jerking as Skylar slammed her down even faster and harder upon his cock which packed her pussy like no one had ever done before.
Feeling her clutch and close all around him, Skylar dove forward and dug his fully extended fangs into the soft flesh of Liz’s breast. He continued to drive her down onto his now-jerking rod as her hot blood spurted fast and hard into his mouth. Her orgasm intensified the speed and force of her pulse.
Groaning, Skylar shuddered, squeezing her close to him, stunned once more at the impending sensations and overwhelming awareness that it was happening again. This woman with her pretty face, bright mind, keen intellect and enticing body had the power to make him drop all his age-old defenses and in the most vulnerable way possible, let go and give himself to her. With the feel of her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips nibbling on his earlobe, Skylar surrendered to the moment, his engorged cock jerking inside her as it spurted his seed into her flaming-hot clutching canal, her blood spurting into his mouth to complete the circle of their corporal love.
Taking one of her hands and using her long, sharp fingernails to split the skin on his neck, Skylar guided Liz’s mouth over to where his own blood now flowed.
“Suck me,” he whispered, his own lips returning to the puncture on her breast. Liz’s head curled down and around to comply with his request. As the very last spasms of her climax subsided, the hot, strong taste of his blood filled her mouth and her senses, giving her even more pleasure.
Liz clutched Skylar’s head to her chest, panting. She was both physically and emotionally spent and tears welled up in her eyes.
Sensing her emotional shift, Skylar eased her back and looked at her.
“What’s wrong?”
Liz turned her head away, wincing slightly as he tenderly wiped the streaks from her face.
“I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
“What do you mean?”
“I just think things are, well, a little one-sided here.”
Skylar’s face fell.
Not the power thing again.
“Oh?”
“It’s just that you do these incredible things to me and yet I-I just worry that I’m not going to be enough for you.”
Skylar relaxed.
Was that all? Damn him and his stoic manner. In two short nights, this woman had rocked his world like none before her and yet here she was, questioning the effect, if any, she’d had on him. Time to spill the beans.
“Liz,” he said slowly, drawing her name out in a gentle tone. “Of course you’re enough for me. More than you know. Why else would I have chosen you?”
“Chosen?”
Skylar looked a little sheepish as his gaze dropped for a spell before returning to her face.
“I sent you the email about me. I was the one.”
“You? Why?”
He shrugged.
“I wanted to find a reason to be in your life. I saw you first years ago and wanted you, but you were involved with that whatshisname.”
“But that ended.”
“Uh-huh, and what was I suppose to do? Just waltz right up and introduce myself? Like you would have believed me.”
“I might have.”
Skylar gave her a look that conveyed his own disbelief.
“Besides, you were struggling, at home, at work, so I came up with a way to get near you and help you. But first you had to be open to me.”
Liz worked to comprehend his meaning for a moment before it finally hit her.
“The dreams?”
Skylar nodded.
“It was a way of testing the waters.”
“And?” She smiled. “Were they warm enough to come in?”
Skylar pulled her into an embrace as his hand dropped down between her legs where he began stroking her dampening folds. “Very warm.”
“But hang on here.” She grinned, pulling his fingers from inside her. “What about my story?”
Skylar deadpanned her.
“Go ahead and write it.”
Liz frowned at him.
“Don’t be silly. How can I? I’m not going to expose you, not after everything that’s happened between us.”
“Yeah, I understand. Good point. Of course, I do happen to know about a multi-million-dollar embezzlement going down in one of the nation’s biggest corporations right now. That might work for a front-page feature too.”
“No!”
“Yes!”
Liz bolted even more upright, her hands resting lightly on Skylar’s chest.
“Who is it? Tell me. Please!”
Wrapping her in his arms, he flipped her over and, stretching out, pressed the length of his body along hers.
“Later.”
Leaning down, Skylar tentatively brushed Liz’s lips tenderly with his—their very first kiss—that in an amazing and inexplicable way, was so much more intimate than anything they had shared. As Skylar’s mouth moved more passionately over hers and trailed down her neck, the whispered admission of I love you escaped from his lips as he nuzzled her ear. In that instant, Liz knew the fortune teller had been dead wrong and she had been right.
Wrapping her arms and her heart around her finally arrived true love, Liz let her Four of Cups runneth over.
About the Author
A former operator for the CIA, Brigit Zahara unleashed her passion for excitement and adventure through her work, spending a good deal of her early adulthood traveling throughout the United States and Europe, with lengthy spells in New York, Los Angeles, Louisiana, Venice, London, Florence and Malta.
In her early thirties Brigit retired, looking then to her closet habit of writing fiction as a means of indulging her need for pulse-pounding action. From there, her taste very quickly turned to the tantalizing arena of erotica.
These days, Brigit lives in a seaside villa in Majorca, spending the steamy days penning even steamier stories and the cool, ocean-breeze-kissed evenings researching love scenes with her heart’s destiny and husband of nearly eight years. She welcomes hearing from fans.
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