Hermes Online (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Rose Anderson

  Mmmm...

  That simple response made me throb.

  I whisper, “Do you yield?” My teeth lightly gripping the firm rim of your cock head, I wait for your reply.

  I groan, “No, devil V, I do not yield.”

  I tighten my grip, and your breath comes short. I release you, and as soon as you relax, I press the tip of my tongue into your small slit and all over the smooth head. I delve again and the nerve endings there dance for you. I lick down the hard shaft to your balls, pressing my face there and breathing the hot musky maleness of you, tasting the hot seep of your excitement in occasional trickles. I can hear your heart beat and realize the telltale pulse so loud to my ears is just under the thin skin of your magnificent cock. It makes my own heart synchronize. “Do you yield?” I ask again. This time I straddle your thigh and press my pussy there, seeking any sensation I can from you. I’m hot like a glowing ember there.

  I groan deeply as you mark me with your flame in more ways than one. You are exactly what you profess. You knew my hands would ache to touch you. You knew my eyes would want to see the flush of your arousal painting your alabaster flesh as you work my body over. My imagination struggles to fill in the mystery of you. I ache for it, and I fear my soul requires it. I want to see you, lovely one. I want to see how delightfully swollen and wet your pussy is. I crave to touch the cherry nub of your clit tucked in these velvet folds. I want to touch you, fill you, to fill my hands to overflowing with the soft bounty of your creamy breasts. I want to devour and explore you as you are doing to me. I want to find the places that make you whimper for me as I groan for you. I want to lose myself in your body...for eternity if need be. You have no idea how close I am to signing away my soul and anything else I have.

  My smile widened.

  I take you into the heat of my mouth. Drawing, sucking your cock deeply. My body is aching. These tender ministrations are creating a corresponding heat in me. Mmm, oh yes, they are. I wish I had a cock such as this, and you a cherry nub, for if we did, we would transcend bounds. For a time we would truly know what the other feels—the throb of clit and smooth, firm cock against a tongue. I lick you now from balls to tip. Your thick rim is marvelous, and being orally driven, I bide there awhile… while you squirm.

  Your words are magic. Pure magic. Yes, I squirm in that life and here. For here, marvelous, sensuous V, my cock thrums with every tympanic beat of my heart. I’m stroking for you, dashes of pre-cum splashing over my knuckles. Finish this, lover. I’m near mindless with wanting you. I can’t type just yet. I must read it…feel it.

  Oh my god. I grabbed the vibrator again, locked it tightly between my closed thighs and typed. I could barely think... I was so close...so fucking close...

  I rise from my teasing and straddle your hips. My fingers curl around you and lead you between my legs. Oh no, it’s not what you think. Your incredible heat makes contact as I draw delightful circles around my rosy swollen slit. I use you to masturbate...slow and deliberately...ooh...yess... I lubricate your circling orbit with your hot silver essence and my own glistening excitement. Mmm, it’s a slow descent, and I tremble, my thigh muscles tightly suspending me over your body. I drag the tip of your cock back and forth over my slit until I open.

  I finally ease onto you, taking all of you in until my bottom sits upon your balls and my pussy is completely filled. Only now you hear me whimper with need. You didn’t exaggerate. You’re thick and huge and oh so fucking hot deeply inside me like this. In fact, my whole being feels expanded. I balance on you, holding half my weight with my hands and the other half supported hotly by you as I am pinioned to you. I lean into you and fuck you hard, hips rocking and arcing to the natural curve in your cock. I ride you at my pace, your pending orgasm hindered by my sorceress’s spell.

  Your thick, hot rim runs wild over my sopping-wet ridges in a most delightful cadence. I fall forward and kiss you hard, my tongue mirroring the thrusts below. I’m moaning against your lips now, all sensation gathering in my lower belly. Your wild, beast-like groans are my undoing. “You want this, don’t you?” I ask breathlessly as I ride a brewing firestorm. You surprise me by your hard-breathing silence. I fuck you harder, my round ass slapping back at you. Oh yesss, I feel your upward thrusts now. I knew you’d ride with me. My devil magic removes both bonds and blindfold as my own orgasm builds, my pussy tightening and gripping you wetly.

  “Say it! Give your soul to me!” I cry out as my climax explodes, my pussy shuddering and milking you to follow.

  I could almost hear him speak these next words.

  God yes! Yes, my soul is yours, lover. Oh yes, it’s yours! The words come out in a hiss as I grab you hard by the hips and pull you down on top of me while I thrust upward. I’ve never been so completely covered, never so completely scorched with exquisite female heat, with your luscious body fully and deeply speared, my balls empty, flooding you, pouring into you with the hot, molten lust of your making. My hands rise to cup your beautiful breasts, thumbs and forefingers tweaking nipples lightly, creating their own magic that make your muscles contract around me, that make your tight crimson walls milk me dry. I can scarcely breathe it feels so good. I reach for you, my hands on your face now. Kiss me.

  The words were my undoing. I cried out to my empty office as wave upon wave crashed over me. Then I realized. I hadn’t even turned the vibrator on. Just having it there pressed tight against my clit had been enough...that and those words on my screen.

  We were both silent for a time. I was spent, sated, filled with wonder. Before this compelling man, I’d never before brought myself to orgasm with words. Not even when playing with cyber sex years before. Hot, yes, but the words of other people never inspired me the way this man’s words did. I came all right. I came without anything buzzing away on my sex. I came from this man’s words alone. I wondered then what an orgasm in the real world would feel like if he brought me to it.

  Are you there, sweet lover?

  And then I came back to earth...

  Yes. Did you like that?

  Immensely. I was stroking my cock like I’d die if I didn’t. Thank you for sharing that bit of fancy with me.

  I grinned.

  What fancy? I do believe, sir, that you owe me your soul.

  My lady, I do believe you’ve had that for awhile now. And the rest too by the way.

  I smiled... Was that true?

  Hey, are you ever going to answer my question?

  Question? Oh, wasn’t I waiting for you to go first?

  LOL I think I know who the real devil is.

  Mmm...that reminds me. Turnabout is fair play.

  Oh?

  My sweet, I intend to steal your soul next.

  I wanted to say, “I think you already have.” Instead I said, Well, since I’ll never get answers unless I go first, I work in a planning and development department.

  LOL Changed the subject, did you? And I find I must answer if we are ever to get back to the “turnabout is fair play” issue.

  Waiting...

  Impatient imp. I’m an architect. So how might I go about stealing that soul of yours?

  I smiled. So you’re a Chicago architect, and I’m a Milwaukee planner. Nice. I suddenly had the feeling it wouldn’t matter if all he did was deliver pizza. I enjoyed this man far too much to care. His next words took me by surprise.

  Would you ever consider speaking live? By phone or on Skype?

  I didn’t answer at first.

  V? Have I gone and ruined things by asking?

  No, to be honest, I’ve never done that before. Just thinking of the details... I admit I like the anonymity of email and chat. You understand, don’t you?

  I could feel him smile again.

  Yes, sweetheart, I do understand you. Please understand me. I find I long to put flesh on the words. I apologize if I am too forward.

  No, not too forward. I mean it is a natural progression, is it not? People do C2C all the time. I’ve never done it, but I wouldn’t be o
pposed to trying.

  Surprising myself with that admission, I couldn’t believe I just wrote that. I had the camera right there, a small little lens right on my computer screen.

  V, I promise, if it doesn’t work or feels funny we could go back to chat. Instantly if need be.

  I swallowed hard. The lens pointed right at my chair. How did I feel about sitting here on camera, let alone naked? On the other hand...I’d love to see him.

  I really don’t want my face online. Does that make sense?

  LOL It makes perfect sense. I don’t need the people in my office seeing me with a hard-on on the internet either.

  I laughed.

  I would never post that.

  Nor would I post any part of you. I find I like keeping you to myself. Shall we try then, V? We can set our cameras below the neck. I’m sorry if that sounds so depraved. Please understand I just crave more between us...

  My heart tripped.

  Ok. I’ll try it.

  Terrific. Say in an hour? I have some things I have to see to around here.

  The delay was what I needed and suddenly I sensed he did that for me. He gave me time.

  In an hour then. I’ll have to read how to set the camera, but it shouldn’t be too hard to figure out.

  An hour then. And, V, listen, please don’t feel shy. You couldn’t possibly be lovelier to me than you already are.

  Thanks for that. Before I sign off, I have an important question, one I should have asked before we became pen pals. Are you married?

  No, never have been. And yourself?

  I swear I could read the tension in his voice as if he hadn’t considered the possibility.

  I shook my head, the peculiar action people do sometimes even when talking to themselves or on the phone. I replied, No.

  I’m glad. That means I get to have you all to myself. I’ll be back in an hour, lovely one.

  In an hour.

  I signed off and went to get dressed. Being in front of the camera was one thing. Being in front of the camera in nothing but these fuzzy socks was quite another. I wanted to look nice but wanted to be comfortable, and truth be told, I wanted to be ready for any direction our verbal play took us. I put on my best underwear, a comfortable pair of drawstring pants and a T-shirt. After assessing my appearance in the hall mirror, I went back to my home office and, with forty-five minutes to kill, began searching for the FAQ’s for the built-in camera I was about to use.

  What a wanton woman I had become...

  It really didn’t take long to figure out the Skype program that would allow us to talk live on camera. With five minutes to spare, I took my seat and adjusted the camera on my screen to show nothing above my throat. My heart was beating hard. I had never in all my life ever even considered talking on camera, let alone having a conversation that no doubt would be as sensually intense as all other communication with this man had been thus far. Because I was fairly certain this conversation would somehow turn me into a sex-crazed maniac, I set my electric wand on the desk within easy reach. I didn’t want to inadvertently bend before camera and show my face...not yet anyway.

  “Breathe,” I commanded. My breathing had become erratic for the last twenty minutes or so, and I felt like I had been out running and was trying to catch my breath. I would periodically have a tremble take me from head to toe. I was nervous, I was excited. My life had been so different just mere days ago. As far as different went, I certainly felt different. I felt wild, I felt sexual, I felt powerful. That thought made me pause. Yes, that’s what it was. I felt like a powerful, sexual creature. And as odd as this fact truly was, with this intimate stranger I felt fully appreciated as such.

  An image popped on the screen, a small box asking me to click. Another tremble took me as my index finger made contact with the mouse. He popped into view, a tad pixilated but my oh my...

  “There you are!” he said, and by his tone, he was obviously happy to see me…or to see as much of me as he might.

  My eyes drank him in. He was so much nicer than my mind had envisioned. Wearing jeans and a button-down shirt that might be green or might be olive, I couldn’t tell, he had a watch on his left wrist. The wrist itself was large boned and finely made, and his sleeves were rolled up, showing muscles and the line of veins under his skin. He was bronzed, and he did have large hands. I smiled. Some women liked men’s behinds, some women liked well-muscled chests. I was a woman who liked forearms and sleek musculature in general, though a nice ass could turn my head too. This man would definitely turn my head. I said, “Yes, I figured out this camera thing and, I might add, am I’m very pleased with myself!”

  He laughed. The sound was rich and gave me a very warm feeling in the hollow of my belly. “I’m glad, V. Can I tell you something, my sweet?”

  “Of course.”

  “You are as lovely as I’ve imagined you to be. And look how long and thick your red-gold hair is! It does look the color of autumn leaves, V. A perfect description if I do say so...makes me want to bury my hands into the lushness of it.”

  I looked down at my straight hair nearly covering both breasts with its length. My heart beat faster. I laughed to break the tension...my tension.

  “Well, you never know what anyone really looks like when you chat. I always figure it’s safer to stick with the truth. For no other reason than having to remember what you said you looked like.”

  He laughed again. It was a happy sound. I could see him move slightly in his chair. His office was neat and organized behind him. Mine had wallpaper that looked like the north woods, the north woods with a set of bookcases and a pole lamp.

  “Well, I for one am fortunate, for here you are in the flesh. So tell me, sweetheart, are you uncomfortable talking this way? If you aren’t, we can easily go back to chatting, or back to email if you prefer...”

  I cut in. “No. I mean, yes.” I laughed. “I’m okay, and thank you for your consideration for my feelings.”

  “I want you to feel comfortable around me, V. I can’t express how important that is to me.”

  I smiled. What an endearing thing to say. “It’s funny, I don’t really know you and you really don’t know me, but yes, I am surprisingly comfortable.”

  “We’ve shared a level of intimacy that most people never attain.”

  “We have.”

  I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “Perhaps it’s because you own my soul now.”

  I laughed again, feeling at ease now. “The devil is in the details.”

  “Ah, you bring up an excellent point, lovely V, a little matter of turnabout...”

  “Hey, I took your soul fair and square!”

  “On the contrary, I surrendered it to you. And now I find the need to possess yours the same way. Will you yield?”

  “Will I...?” I laughed. “No, I’m keeping my soul where it is, thank you very much.”

  “I can make you beg me to take it. Shall I show you...?”

  I swallowed. Good lord he was so sexy. Sexy body, sexy voice, sexy mind...sexy S. I had the urge to ask his name. Later, my mind whispered. Instead I asked, “Hmm...what shall you do? The camera limits the creation of the scene, doesn’t it? No, I think you’re at a disadvantage here.” I taunted, thrilling at the idea he might challenge me again. And this time body to body, if not face to face.

  “Oh ho, my little temptress dares me,” he said with a smile, playing with his words. “Give me free rein, lovely one, and I’ll make your soul sing for me.”

  I could feel my panties getting wetter by the second.

  “Free rein...that sounds dangerous!”

  His voice grew husky. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

  I laughed nervously. What a thing to admit to a stranger.

  “Tell me, V. Seriously, do you trust me?”

  I thought for a moment. I had trusted him in the last two venues. Then I realized I actually had the power here. The power of the X. I saw the little X in the top right corner of my screen. I could
always close the program, couldn’t I? I said, “I trust you.”

  I saw him let out a breath. Yes, I did trust him. In that moment I sensed our conversations had become as important to him as they had become for me. Realizing that fact allowed me to trust him even more.

  “That makes me very happy, lovely lady. V, I have a request...”

  “A request? What can I do for you?”

  “Now that I know for a fact your long red-gold hair is the color of autumn leaves, I wonder if the rest holds true.”

  “The rest..?” I deliberately played coy.

  I could hear the smile. “Your alabaster breasts that spill over a man’s large hands. Is it too bold to ask if I may I see for myself?”

  My heartbeat sounded staccato in my ears, soundlessly, because in that moment I couldn’t speak anyway. I crossed my arms at the hem of my shirt and pulled the garment over my head. My hair swished into place over my bra.

  The words he spoke were soft, admiring. “Please move your hair a little, my sweet. Let me see the bounty before me.”