The Letter (Bedtime Stories)

by Rosemary Gunn

  His cock nestled between her legs, setting off tiny explosions. There was no doubt he found her curvy body exciting and desirable. She wiggled her hips, increasing the pressure against her clit. Gold flames ignited, burning her.

  “I’ve thought of you like this since you offered me that little sample of coffee, and then promptly spilled it in my lap.”

  She laughed at the memory of their first meeting. The sound seemed to stoke the heat in his eyes even higher. She’d nearly died of embarrassment as she’d dropped to her knees and started mopping up the liquid soaking through his jeans. He had stilled her frantic hands. “I’m fine, darlin’,” he had said, catching her hands in his own. “That’s not necessary.”

  “You were pretty good at hiding it,” Emily said now.

  “I needed to get your hands away from my cock or you would have been really embarrassed.”

  For weeks, he had been coming into the little coffee shop where Emily worked, ordering the same café latte, then sitting to read the paper at the corner table. She’d known he owned the book store, but liked to drink his morning beverage at the coffee shop before opening. Sometimes he’d have the girlfriend of the moment there, too.

  Emily had asked about the last woman one day, and Stuart said they had gone their separate ways weeks before.

  “It was never anything real serious anyway,” he’d said. The comment had made her wonder if he avoided commitment as a rule.

  His big hand curved behind her neck and he nibbled her lips, teasing until she opened to the sweep of his tongue tangling with hers. “I had this sweet little girl serving me coffee every day that had my attention.”

  The kiss short circuited her brain. She threaded her fingers into his hair, clenching her fists and holding him to her mouth. “I’m hardly little, Stuart. And I’m definitely all grown up.”

  She moaned as he took control of the kiss, slanting over her mouth. He flexed his hips and the iron bar of his cock ground against the slippery entrance of her pussy. Emily wrapped her legs around his hips and lifted.

  “Wait, Em.” Growling, he grabbed her hip, his hand stilling the frantic gyration. “I need a condom, baby.”

  “Can I taste you first?” His cock throbbed against her clit. “I’ve dreamed of you in my mouth.”

  He traced her expression with his eyes, finally settling on her parted lips, moist from their kiss. “And such a lovely mouth it is.”

  She pushed against his chest and he rolled onto his back, a wicked smile lifting his lips as she got to her knees beside him.

  “What are you grinning at?” she asked. Oh my. All that hard flesh laid bare for her pleasure. Fire streaked through her, tightening her already painfully hard nipples. Sitting as she was, there was no denying the creamy response slicking her calves.

  She dragged a finger along his chest muscle, circled a nipple, then scratched over it lightly with her nail. He jerked like she’d electrocuted him. Lust darkened his eyes, turning them fiery.

  “Who’s teasing now?” Even as he said it, his cock twitched and pulsed, drawing her attention downward. She wasn’t a virgin, but blow jobs had never been particularly appealing to her. She felt her mouth water though as she encircled the thick shaft with her hand, the hot silk covered steel pulsing in her grip.

  His hips lifted in a slow thrust. Emily licked her lips and leaned over him, holding him upright. He smoothed her hair back as she circled the satiny head, tonguing the slit. She glanced up at Stuart, across the hard lines of his abs and chest as he panted softly. His mouth opened on a sharp inhale as he watched her lips close over the thick head, lapping at the sensitive ridge below. He pulsed against her tongue.

  His hand clenched in her hair, though he didn’t try to force her down. “Oh, Christ, baby.” His eyes smoldered as she sucked the head. “Yeah, that’s it. You’re beauti--”

  The rest was lost on a groan as Emily slid the length, then eased off, her slippery hand following the upward stroke. His taste and scent intoxicated. Aroused male. She moaned her appreciation. He gave a gentle upward thrust and retreat. Emily followed, taking him deeper each time.

  He pulled her hair gently, but firmly. “You need to stop, Em, or this is going to be over before we even get started.”

  The husky threat sent shivers down Emily’s spine, making her want to push him. See if she could make him lose control as he promised.

  She cupped the heavy weight of his testicles in her palm, massaging the spheres, before pulling gently. His hips spasmed upward. “Baby,” he gasped and his hand clenched in her curls. “I would love to come by your soft lips.” She met his eyes and a growl rumbled through his chest. “I will never forget the way you look right now with my cock in your mouth, those big chocolate eyes looking at me like that.” He closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he took several breaths, before meeting her gaze again. “Come up here, baby.”

  Emily did a slow pull, curling her tongue around the head, before scoring the rigid flesh with her teeth. A shudder ran through his hard body. She smiled as she crawled up him until she straddled his lower abs, then leaned over, dragging her tongue across his lips until he opened to her demand.

  He parted his lips and Emily devoured his mouth, realizing she had an instant addiction to his unique taste. She couldn’t stop the soft mewling noises as she savored him.

  He dug a hand into her hair and clamped the other on her hip, stilling her restless shifting against his stomach. “Jesus, baby.” Their faces were so close, their noses touched, green and gold flecks glittered in his eyes. “I want to go slow this first time. You’re so beautiful and sexy though, I can’t. My cock feels like it’s going to explode if I don’t get inside you.”

  “I need you in me.” She bit his lip, then dragged her lips along rough line of his jaw. “Fuck me, Stuart. Please.”

  “What I’m going to do is turn you over and spank your sweet ass for making me want to come so fast.” He reached between her legs and dipped between the plump lips of her pussy. “And you’re going to love the heat, Em.”

  He spread the slippery juices, coating his fingers, then fucked her with two. The wet sucking noises of her pussy might have embarrassed her, but his harsh breathing matched her own. “Kiss me,” he growled. “Now.”

  Leaning over him, sliding her tongue between his lips, she did just that. God, she was hungry for him. She rode his fingers, lifting and lowering with increasing speed.

  “Enough.” A second later a slap landed on the full curve of her butt. Her eyes flew open as she yelped in surprise, though it sounded very much like a moan as her pussy clenched tight around those wicked fingers. She may have been on top, but there was no doubt which of them controlled the kiss. “You are not to come yet, Emily.” Even as he said it, his thumb caressed the slippery bud of her clit. She felt the jolt rocket through her, tightening her nipples, setting her legs trembling, and orgasm ripped through her.

  He kissed her, continuing to stroke the channel that pulsed and spasmed around his fingers.

  “Now what have you gone and done, Emily?” He may have been trying to sound displeased that she’d finished after he’d told her not to, but desire and passion held tightly in check graveled his voice and flowed along her nerve endings. Sliding his fingers out of her, he lifted them to his mouth, licking them clean.

  His obvious pleasure as he savored her taste brought chill bumps to her skin and she shivered in reaction.

  “Are you nervous, Em?” She nodded, unable to speak. “Good.” He palmed the cheek of her butt, squeezing. “I want your gorgeous ass in the air.”

  Chapter Five

  “Up you go,” he said, helping her slide off. “Turn around.” As she did, Stuart got to his knees behind her, his cock nudging against the crease of her butt. “Lean over.” She placed her hands on the bed. “More,” he said, and a hand between her shoulders encouraged her. “Onto your elbows. Fold your arms and rest your head there.”

  Another shiver crept along her spine. She was comp
letely open to his gaze and touch. A fact he capitalized on immediately by gripping the cheeks of her butt and spreading them wide. Before she could even feel mortification at her most private orifice being observed, the heat of his tongue circled the tight hole, then he nipped her cheek. Her yelp turned quickly to a moan of pure pleasure as he bent to circle her swollen clit, curling his tongue around and around before heading back up to the slit of her pussy. Emily felt the creamy response on her thighs before he lapped it up.

  Still reeling from the caress of his tongue and lips, Emily wasn’t prepared at all for the stinging slap on her butt. She sucked in a breath at the pain, but her womb clenched at the pleasure. She couldn’t control the rocking of her hips as she arched for more. Another heavy caress landed on the other cheek. And another. Never in exactly the same place and soon her ass was on fire and her creamy response to his heavy caresses dripping down her inner legs. Each time Stuart’s palm connected, Emily felt the embers of arousal stoke higher within her.

  He braced his hands on either cheek and stroked his thumbs along the swollen lips of her pussy. “You’re soaked, Em. So wet I could catch your juice in my hand.” He stuck both thumbs into her, the thickness rasping along her sensitized lips. Her pussy quivered with pre-climatic spasms, gripping the digits. “Your ass is all rosy like a bright red apple.” He leaned over and bit the overstimulated flesh.

  Emily sobbed as he soothed the bite with his tongue, her wet channel clutching the thumbs now thrusting rhythmically.

  “You’re not to finish again, Emily.” He may have said the words, but his fingers still worked in and out of her, daring her to the ledge again. Would he spank her more? She didn’t know how much more she could take. Her nipples rasped along the coverlet, aching and tight.

  “God, baby, you’re so beautiful. Pussy all shiny and wet, sucking at my fingers.”

  “Stuart, please.” She begged. “I need you.”

  “I’m not done with this lovely ass yet.” He smoothed his hands over the sensitive globes, then pinched lightly. Emily moaned at the pleasure that followed the pain. She spread her legs wider, unable to stop the slow rise and fall of her hips.

  “Where’s your vibrator, Emily?”

  She thought of the toy she’d bought not long after meeting Stuart. She’d practically worn the thing out these last couple months. “In the drawer beside the bed.”

  He withdrew the bright pink phallus. “Have you thought of me while fucking this into that hot pussy?”

  She nodded, mesmerized as he took the toy between his lips, warming and wetting it in a way that had Emily’s heart in her throat.

  “Good. Another reason to spank your ass.”

  Stuart stroked the toy between her labia, her cream making it slippery, then he thrust with short little pulses that had her raising her hips higher off the bed. She crushed the linens in her fists, soft moans escaping her lips.

  Smack. Smack. Smack.

  Oh, God. Her clit throbbed with the steady heat of his hands. Climax shimmered within reach. The pleasure/pain waged war inside her. Fire exploded with every heavy caress, her dripping pussy clenched at the thick toy he impaled her with.

  “Don’t you come, Emily,” he rasped out, he ceased the swats, but continued taking her with long smooth strokes of her toy. “Don’t you dare fucking come again.”

  “I can’t hold on, Stuart. I’m going to.” Tears of strain leaked from eyes squeezed tight, determined not to be dragged over. “Please, Stuart,” she sobbed.

  He withdrew the toy, gently sliding it from the sensitized grip of her body. He shifted, bringing his arms under and around her widespread thighs and palming her overheated butt cheeks, and stretched her even wider. The mental picture should have been disconcerting, but as he lapped at her tightly puckered opening and sucked the juices of her pussy, carefully avoiding her engorged clit, there was nothing except an overwhelming feeling of being cherished and adored. Emotion clogged up her chest.

  “You’re amazing, baby.” He nibbled at the flaming cheeks of her butt, licking over the hot flesh. “Your body craves the sweet sting of my hands. So beautiful.” With a final kiss on one cheek, he sat back on his knees and patted her hip. “Turn over, sweetheart. Your tender ass has had enough for one day.”

  He leaned over to get a condom from her nightstand, the hard muscles of his hip and butt tempting her to take a bite. She raised up and did just that, nipping the indent at his hip and thigh. He watched as she played with him, golden orbs burning her as she kissed and teased everything except the hard length brushing her cheek. The damp tip begged to be sucked. She swiped up the pearly drops with her tongue.

  His hand snaked into her hair, halting her when she would have taken his cock into her mouth again.

  “Enough, baby.” Emily pouted up at him and he grinned, making her tummy do a flip. Stuart was the sexiest man she’d ever met.

  He helped her shift to her back, made quick work of the condom, then settled between her thighs. Her butt tingled at the touch of the crisp linens against the tender flesh. “Such sweet nipples,” he said, then took little bites at the undersides, plumping them with his hands and suckling the tips. Each pull sent an answering throb deep in her womb and soon she was digging her hands into his hair.

  “Open up. I want you wide.”

  He stared straight into her eyes, into her soul, as the head breached her opening for the first time. Emily’s lips parted on a gasp of pleasure as the thickness rasped along nerve endings electrified by the heat of his hand.

  “Please go slow.”

  “You’re fine, baby. You can take me.” His features tightened in concentration as he pulsed in and out slowly, giving her time to adjust to the size of him. “Fuck.” The word guttural as he gritted his teeth. “You’re so tiny and tight, even after the vibrator. I’m having to fight for every inch.”

  She felt the steely length of his cock expand even more inside her as he struggled for control. Tipping her hips, she tried for her own control.

  “Emily, baby, stay still. Please.” He braced himself on one arm and reached between their bodies to stroke her labia, spreading her cream.

  “I can’t.” She rocked again, her internal muscles clenching and taking him.

  His eyes locked with hers and he went to his elbows, clasping her head and crushing her taking her mouth under his. The taste of his passion twisted through her.

  She clasped her ankles at his thighs and ran her hands around his back and down to his butt, where she dug her short nails in the firm muscles.

  He moaned at the small pain, devouring her mouth, taking possession with a smooth sweep of his tongue. She broke away, but snagged his lower lip with her teeth, his growl harsh amid their heavy breathing.

  She rocked her hips again, taking him deeper. It wasn’t enough though. She released his lip and tilted her head back into the pillows, trying to bear down on his cock.

  He shifted, knelt between her thighs, and scooped her up so her butt was off the bed, the new position sending tremors through both of them as they adjusted. “Ready, baby?”

  She nodded. “I need all of you.”

  He braced himself with his arms, his eyes on hers, and thrust deep.

  The total penetration stole her breath, stopped her heart, and she was lost in his golden eyes. “That’s it, Em. You have all of me.” He took her with stroke after powerful stroke.

  “All the way to your heart?” The words tore from her. He faltered in his rhythm, then buried his face against her neck and pounded toward the finish. Emily could feel her entire body expanding with the energy they created, then she simply imploded with it. Her cry of completion triggered Stuart’s and they rode the high together.

  When their breathing had calmed, Stuart took her mouth again, his lips gentle and soft.

  “You have my heart, Emily.” He nibbled along her jaw to her ear. “You had it long before I found your letter.”

  A Letter to My Love

  Gold shot hair and eyes
to match

  I often dream his eye to catch

  A man of words and books and jest

  I long for his mouth upon my breasts

  The heat of hips between my thighs

  He’ll devour my lips, swallow my cries

  And sob I will from a heavy caress

  Loving swats, no more no less

  With fingers and tongue he’ll drive me mad

  Demanding a trust no other had

  His cock I’ll take deep in my throat

  Sucking hard his cum to coat

  But when he takes me long and deep

  He’ll know my heart is his to keep

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