Diana Scott - [Stonebridge 01]

by Hidden Treasure (retail) (epub)

  “What’s so funny?”

  “And I thought that you were quiet and introverted.”

  “You’re laughing at me?”

  “It seems so.”

  I turn around and open the door quickly to run into the living room like a child playing hide and seek. For a few moments I leave him unsettled but the next minute I hear the door slam and his grave and threatening voice tries to instill a fear but he doesn’t succeed.

  “I'm unhappy.”

  “I’m so afraid!” I act afraid and tremble as he smiles happily with my performance.

  I run around the table laughing nervously and looking to escape so as to not be caught but as I was about to cross the corridor that’s when my technique didn’t turn out to be very effective. His long arms held me by one hand and he dragged me to his tense body.

  He pounces on me and he is desperate to put his hands under my blouse and I do the same with him. His hands take off my pants while I pull his down. I try to undress him as quickly as possible. Impatience dominates us and neither one of us is capable of hiding it.

  “Give it to me, Anne,” he mumbles as he drags me to the bedroom, “I want what I had last night. I need it...”

  Yes! I knew it. He felt it and he wants it just like me. Yes, with him I want to be brave, daring, without limits, without prejudice.

  I stop his hands impatiently running to my bra and guide him to the room. I push him until he's lying on his back while he looks at me expectantly.

  “Today I control.”

  “I never give up control, I can’t...”

  “You can.”

  His eyes are clouded, he seems nervous, I notice his tension but I want to be what he is looking for and for that I need to conquer the territory.

  “Give me a chance.”

  I climb onto the bed and slide slowly over his hard body. He doesn’t resist, he is giving me my chance and I intend to take advantage of it.

  I get on my knees, with him under my body and I start to slide his shirt up. I make soft caresses with my nails through the soft hair on his chest and I feel him snort nervously. I slowly move towards his boxers with my hands and my mouth. My tongue runs down his chest sliding smoothly through his contoured muscles.

  “You're a spectacular man. I'm going to taste you inch by inch.”

  I speak with eroticism knowing how much he likes it and his penis responds by moving hard under the cotton.

  My lips run over his skin and my hands enjoy his body, hard there where I touch him.

  “Anne...” My name sounds terribly sexy in his voice so consumed by desire.

  “You are perfect, your muscles are perfect...” I bite his boxers and lower them with my teeth to release an erection that leaps strong and virile. I lift myself on his body and my tongue travels slowly, we have all the time in the world. I savor him with dedication from top to bottom, over and over again as his hands cling to my hair.

  “Anne, you’re killing me...”

  “This has just begun.”

  My hand holds his penis tightly while I open my mouth to insert it completely inside. I suck one, two and three times. Each time with more force than the previous one I love his salty taste and its aroma of soap, musk and Reed makes me drunk.

  He pants and his hands pull my hair painfully but I don’t care. This is exactly what I want. I want him like putty and at my feet, for him to lose control by losing himself in me.

  I squeeze him tightly between my palate and my tongue while I forcefully imprison his testicles in my hand. His manhood moves jerking in my mouth, as I play with my tongue in his small opening. Reed curses and clings tightly to the sheets that crumple under his clenched fists.

  I feel tense but I continue with my torture. I want him right where I have him. I suck him without rest; I don’t intend to give him a respite. His skin is soft and tasting it excites me like nothing else. His body writhes with impatience and I moan with desire.

  His hand returns to my head trying to catch my attention but my tongue squeezes him again and again against my palate without rest. His hand releases my face and clings to my shoulder firmly. He is tense and his penis gives me small drops of sweet and salty liquid that drive me crazy with pleasure. I squeeze it between my fingers and with my mouth I give small bites on his testicles while I suck harder. Reed insults uncontrollably and I smile mischievously. I want it all. Each drop of yours will be mine.

  “Fuck Anne... Don’t stop. Continue. Hard. Yes, pass that beautiful tongue by... Yes. Well... Damn, yes...”

  I'm excited by what I'm doing to him and Reed burns in my mouth. My body is on fire and it wants him to hug me. His hands hold my head guiding me in and out. His eyes are closed and his body sweats under mine.

  My mouth sucks and my tongue licks it as if there was no tomorrow. His hands grab my face and his hips move toward my mouth with strong shoves. He pushes with force and I’m afraid of losing the rhythm but I am too concentrated to think about anything else. I want to satisfy him. I want him to empty completely in me.

  I squeeze his hips with my hands and lower them to feel him tense and rise before his impending orgasm.

  “Anne, I can’t...”

  “Look at me. You see me,” I repeat the order he gave me the night before.

  His eyes open and his blue gaze is molten fire. His gaze is fixed on mine and everything disappeared for both. Passion enveloped us.

  “God...” He said as he shook in my mouth.

  The first jet entered my mouth as he continued to move to go deeper. Reed sank and trembled with each movement and my eyes shone with satisfaction, I thought to continue licking until I felt him totally empty.

  “You're going to kill me.”

  I cross my ankles as I run my tongue around my lips, getting him excited once more.

  “It doesn’t look like it.” I answer and see his penis still hard. He seems ready to continue.

  He reached over and held me by the shoulders and pulled me on his body.

  “Did I give you what you asked me for?” I curiously ask.

  He looks at me without understanding me. His brain is still confused.

  “You said you wanted the same thing last night. Did I give it to you?”

  “No.”

  “Why not.”

  “You’ve given me something that I now desire even more.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Don’t be naive, Anne Foster.” He lays me on the bed and leans over me.

  “I haven’t done anything for you.”

  “And something tells me that things are not going to stay that way.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  Reed approaches slowly but doesn’t kiss me. His rough cheek with the beginning of a stubble rubs me there where it passes like a sweet kitten looking for warmth. He brushes my cheeks, follows the contour around my neck and rubs against the mountain of my breasts. God, not a kiss, just his touch the friction melts me where he goes, the air of his breathing makes my skin bristle and I close my eyes completely ecstatic in a universe of sensations.

  He slowly lowers and catches a nipple in his mouth and licks it as if it were the most delicious sweet morsel.

  “I wish you... The only thing I want...”

  I stretch tense while he ecstatically tastes my body.

  “I would spend all night savoring your body.”

  His tongue runs up to my navel and stops in it to give me small bites in the hollow of my hip.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Yes... Reed, please...”

  My body trembles nervously, I'm too hot and I need him already, but Reed seems willing to wait.

  “This has just begun.”

  His hands come down slowly caressing my thighs and offering me the warmth of his body that my legs embrace when his skin brushes mine. His mouth runs slowly down my pelvis and his soft tongue licks me until he reaches that fine line of fuzz that fascinates him so much.

  “I told you how much I like this line of fire
you have here.” His fingers follow the path of my fuzz up and down and I shudder. “Yes, of course you know.”

  His fingers come down between my legs opening my swollen, wet and desiring flesh for the most handsome man in the world. His head follows the path of his fingers and his tongue penetrates me while his ring finger caresses my clitoris.

  “Yes... Don’t stop...”

  I feel him smile but his mouth doesn’t let go. His lips suck my clitoris and his teeth squeeze my nether lips with small bites. God, my body is twisting for him. He holds me with his strong hands under my thighs and traps my movements with the pressure of his dominance. His head pushes to open me up completely and I give him all the power. I am at his mercy and I feel like a complete woman.

  His lips suck my clitoris and I lose consciousness. I feel how his tongue penetrates me again and again as he moves more and more inside my sensitive flesh.

  “I can’t... This is... Yes...”

  Reed's tongue comes and goes like a stake, mercilessly and my body convulses with his black hair between my legs. I tremble and instinctively I close my legs but he keeps tormenting me with his mouth, he wants to kill me with pleasure.

  “I can’t anymore...” I whisper exhausted.

  “Not a chance.”

  He gets up and slides up to my mouth kissing me with vehemence. His tongue tastes me and his face smells like me. The wonderful sculptural body covers me completely while pressing his hips with force on mine, he penetrates me without any previous warning and I don’t need it because I am totally soaked with my juices and his kisses.

  His hard cock penetrates me and his torso rises on his elbows to push harder. Again and again he pushes inside trying to enter me almost impossible more than fully. His testicles hit my vagina hard and my clitoris, although exhausted, reacts again to its call.

  Reed’s body is wet from the effort, but he doesn’t stop. His heart is racing and his eyes are those of an unbridled animal that thinks to devour its prey.

  “Look at me,” he says hoarsely.

  My eyes eat him with my gaze and I feel him even getting harder inside my body.

  “Fuck yeah. Cum for me...”

  His words have the desired effect and I squirm under his strong thrusts, as he grunts no matter who hears it.

  ‘God... Yes... Yes.”

  He screams as his body convulses over mine. We both harden and twist in a unique and scorching orgasm.

  We are drenched in sweat, our breaths are agitated and our hearts are convulsing. He turns carefully to get out of me and pulls on his penis to remove the wet latex. He knots it and throws it to the floor almost without any strength.

  His arm pulls me to lean on his chest but I haven’t even landed on him when I feel him breathing deeply. He is relaxed and completely asleep. I close my eyes and accompany him to the delicious arms of a Morpheus in love.

  Sunday morning is as sunny as Saturday but this time I’m afraid to open my eyes. Are you there? That which imprisons my waist looks like an arm. I move carefully to get up but the weight of his hand doesn’t allow it.

  “Do you want to escape?” His voice in the morning is more hoarse and sexier than during the day.

  “It's not me who ran away terrified.”

  “No.” He brings me closer to his naked body and I like the feeling of leaning on his hard chest. “I behaved like an idiot.”

  “You left without saying goodbye...”

  “What happened between us made me lose it.”

  “And now you are...?” I ask afraid of the answer.

  “The same, but whatever is happening, I don’t want to lose you.”

  “I see that I don’t have an opinion on the subject,” I say smiling.

  “Just saying yes.”

  “Reed...” I raise my head to look him in the eye, “you yourself have said that you do not want to be a couple or to have romance in your life. I don’t want to play and then suffer like a fool. I have had a lot happen in my life and I don’t have the strength to continue suffering. We're fine, we had a good time but...”

  “Don’t even think about leaving me.” His look gets nervous.

  “I can’t allow myself to get hurt, I don’t have the strength.”

  “What is happening to us happens to us both. You have the same fear and I understand it. If I have to change to not lose you, I will. I will learn, I will be more... human.”

  “I don’t want to force you to change. I wasn’t looking for any of this. Everything comes out differently than planned.”

  “And what are you looking for Anne, sex without commitments? Baby, that barrier was over last night.”

  I lower my head thoughtfully and afraid as I caress the beauty of his chest but he lifts my chin to look at me.

  “Anne, this isn’t just sex. I’ve had a lot of that but this is different. Give us an opportunity I know I’ll screw it up and I'm sure I'll do it very soon, but for now I need you to try. Don’t take away something that I never thought to have. You consume me, you make me restless and you drive me crazy but I love to feel like that.”

  “Are you asking me to be your partner?”

  “I'm begging for an opportunity. And I don’t usually beg for anything from anyone.’

  Of course not, he’s a man who melts any woman just by approaching her. He doesn’t need this.

  “Anne...” He's affected and nervous, “I’m only asking for one chance, well two.”

  “Two?”

  “Tomorrow I will fuck up, for which I prefer to ask for two opportunities together.”

  “Are you so sure?”

  “Fucking up? Yes, but you are going to give me two opportunities. You must promise it. I have never experienced anything like this and I want it. Anne, I'm not leaving you, I need you.”

  He kills me with love. I love having him with me, I love waking up next to him and I reach the stars when I have him inside of me.

  “I'll try but I need one thing.”

  “I agree,” I laugh like a fool in love.

  “I still haven’t said anything. Reed, I'm serious. I want your sincerity. I don’t want lies.”

  “It seems good but I need time to adapt myself. I have never been in a similar situation and I am not sure I know how it’s done. Why don’t we start tomorrow, Monday? It's a good day to start something.”

  “You’re scaring me...”

  “Anne tomorrow is Monday.”

  “Yes, as always after a Sunday.”

  “I won’t be at the Museum not like usually.”

  “It doesn’t matter. I don’t care what you do or where you work.”

  “Do you really mean it? Remember what you just said.”

  “Reed, if we’re sincere with each other the experience will be wonderful but if not we will simply hurt each other.”

  “You speak as if one way or another it were to end.”

  I don’t answer. The risk is too high, but I can’t continue to deny what I feel. I want him and he melts me. He breaks my plans and makes me tremble just by looking at me. His eyes take me to a place I don’t know and his passion envelops me in a world I don’t know. Yes, I also want something more.

  “I’m starving.” He gets up off the bed and I melt before his power

  “Are you going to prepare breakfast? You don’t look like you know how to cook anything.”

  “And I don’t.”

  “I’m sure they always cook for you.” I get upset because of my stupid jealousy.

  “I can prepare pancakes.” His hand grabs my arm to stop my escape.

  “None of that, surely you don’t know how to fry an egg.”

  “And I don’t know, but I'll do it for you.”

  Oh Mother. His smile melts me. He is so seductive that he even seems less cold and insensitive than when I met him.

  “And what else do you cook?” I ask amused as I sit astride him.

  “Salty pancakes, pancakes with syrup, pancakes with bacon and only pancakes.”

  I
recline to give him a tender kiss but he hugs me and throws me under his body, covering me completely. And there is the usual one, the king of control.

  “But since you’re distracting me now I won’t prepare anything. I'm starving and you'll have to satiate me with your body.”

  His hands squeeze my waist to position me and he begins to kiss my breasts and to come down with delicate caresses at my waist and beyond.

  “Reed...”

  “Shh. Don’t complain. You’ve laughed at my recipes. Now you’ll have to feed me.”

  New beginnings

  Mary stopped in the doorway with a fabulous dress that would up anyone’s blood pressure. Her perfect ninety, sixty, ninety could afford it and she didn’t hesitate to exploit her broad qualities. What shampoo did she use to have that blond so bright? Oh, what do I care! I shake my head to focus. I've spent the whole weekend enjoying a heartthrob body loving me in all possible ways, she's pretty but I'm the queen of the ball, the goddess of archaeologists, the masters of the universe. Self-esteem proclaims itself queen.

  “Bruce Ayers called you. He’ll come this afternoon. He asked me if you had another meeting to cancel it according to him because he can’t wait. He must see you today. His voice was sharp and he’s angry.”

  What can be so important? Bruce is too serene and very methodical to act in such a hurry something might not go well.

  “I'll wait for him. Cancel my meeting at the National Library.”

  “All right.”

  “And please, call Mr. Olson and apologize for me. I won’t be able to pick him up at the airport as I promised.”

  “Marc Olson is in the city?” And here we have it again.

  “Yes, he'll stay a few days.”

  “I can pick him up. For me it won’t be any trouble. You’re very busy and I have enough time and energy to show him the city.”

  Energy, did she hint at what I thought? I’d better not ask because we may end up in the newspaper.

  "I need you in the office and Marc is old enough to ask for a taxi, don’t you think?" She rolled her eyes and left, closing the door with a grimace of disgust.

  I'm starting to get tired of not counting for anything. The always-educated Anne, the obedient woman and the faithful wife is fed up with everyone’s opinion and not being heard at all.