His mouth claimed mine fervently as his tongue took command, dancing in a sensuous ballet that explored me intimately. I tried to keep breathing as I angled closer to him feeling his hardness dig against my tender skin. Our mouths were locked in a primal dance as his hands dripped down my back finding the clasp of my bra, ready to relieve me of it.
His strong arms grabbed the delicate fabric and lifted it over my head leaving my naked breasts exposed to his sight and the cold air. My nipples peaked with excitement as his hands smoothed their way down my body to find each wanting and waiting for his touch. His thumbs circled gently around the turgid buds and ignited the knotted nerves beneath each.
Instinctively, I writhed my pelvis, gyrating against his rigid cock, trying to lodge myself on it, which brought forth a low rumbling laugh from his mouth which had found mine again. “Are you ready?” he whispered into my neck as his kisses trailed from my lips down to my collarbone.
“For what?” I breathed, desperate… dying of an insatiable and raging need.
He didn’t answer my question, simply leaned back and shut off the water. He then lifted me off his lap and immediately I felt the loss of his warmth and rigidity. I wanted that massive cock inside me so much I was trembling for it. I’d become, in a matter of minutes, a loved starved lunatic. While my mind tossed around in a sea of unbridled desire, I tried to keep my game face calm and demure. The last thing I wanted was to look like a love-starved lunatic.
He set me into the warm bubbly water which must have taken incredible strength. I was lean but had strong muscles, so I weighed much more than it seemed. He made the act look effortless as he set me in the water, making sure to catch my bad leg and drape it over the edge of the tub.
“Please don’t submerge your injured leg, we’ll need to make sure it stays out of the water.” Momentarily he was the medic again, with his voice sounding officious and cautioning.
“We?” I played and flirted with the word.
His eyes met mine as had become our custom and without breaking his intense stare he unzipped his parka, slowly with a sensual deliberateness that had me melting. Spread eagle as I was, I feared my juices were flowing unbridled into the bath. The man had only just taken off is freaking jacket and I was already a pile of wantonness.
Underneath his parka, he wore a fitted long-sleeved sweater in soft gray cashmere. It hadn’t occurred to me he may have had money, boatloads of it, but everything he owned was untouchable to the average human. State of the art everything, fine clothes, high thread count sheets, a pool-sized bathtub. Either he was really hot shit at his sustainable energy gig or there was more to Mountain Man Jesus than he was letting on.
While the idea that he may be a billionaire flickered through my brain, it didn’t stay there as he’d taken off the cashmere sweater and revealed perfectly cut abs surrounded by much less hair than his face. He was perfection. His skin was soft and white, winter did that to a man, but his body was toned and sculpted like a Greek God. In fact, that’s exactly what he reminded me of, a statue of a bearded God one might find in a museum.
His expression shifted from an uncomfortable intensity to a more playful smirk when he unzipped his track pants and slid them off, kicking them up into the air with his foot and intercepting them to toss into the dirty laundry hamper for another perfect shot.
“Right on,” I remarked to break the tension.
It was useless, his massive cock was straining so hard to free itself from his boxer briefs it nearly punctured a hole in the fabric. Again, with ease and grace, he slid himself free of the constricting cloth and stood before me with the most impressive veined spear I’d ever seen. Not that I’d seen enough to be a true judge of size and girth, but the man was well endowed to the point it worried me some, entry might be problematic.
Chapter 13
Dash
I don’t know why I felt compelled to pursue her as I did, it was the craziest thing I’d probably ever allowed myself to do. I was being irresponsible, potentially jeopardizing everything I’d sacrificed my life for. I knew the cartel was looking for me, the dark web hubs where such things were discussed had countless forums dedicated to finding me. Mark had thrown a lot of money at making sure I was dead or finding me if I wasn’t.
One would think it wouldn’t be an issue, who cares if one man lived or died? My company was still in business, however, and still thriving, thus still impeding his company’s prospects in legitimate markets. I was sure Mark’s hopes and dreams as a scientist didn’t only hinge on illicit street drugs; he had higher, albeit misdirected aims.
There had been rumors that speculated I was living on Eagle Mountain or somewhere in the mountain ranges nearby, and there were bogus sightings, but no one had pinpointed my location or had proven I didn’t die with my wife. Mark left one eye open to all possibilities, simply because while I was dead, my name, my brand, and my work were still living.
Therefore, having an affair, no matter how private, was dangerous. Allowing anyone other than my sister to know I was alive was fatal. Imogen only had my first name and yet, she was a brilliant woman; it wouldn’t take her long to figure the rest out. None of that entered my consciousness as I stood before her, my cock waving at attention. She had my heart and soul trapped in a maze of desire and determination. Despite the fallout, I was going to have her. She was so beautiful and alluring and I so consumed with need. I would have to cut her off as soon as the storm let up and the roads were clear, but for now, we were going to give in to our palatable lust for each other. It would be nearly impossible when the time came to let her go, so I’d have to terrify her into leaving. It was a reality I dreaded, so I pushed it to the back of my mind and focused only on making love to her, the rest be damned for the time being.
To the matter at hand, I knew as soon as she saw the size of my cock, she’d fear it was too big. This is why I made sure to put her in the bathtub first, so the warm water would relax her body and prepare her for me. I’d always been with women who were fit and tight. I had particular expertise and knew how to excite a woman’s body to her peak of arousal, so my size would only enhance her experience.
I stood before her as my dick jutted rigidly from my body, thick, hard, and powerful. I wanted her to mentally prepare for what was about to come, however, what she didn’t know and would soon discover was I’d make her ecstasy paramount to my own pleasure.
I stepped into the soapy warm water and slid across from her, my legs flanking her sides, my cock’s tip touching the surface of the water.
I smiled, something I rarely ever did anymore, then took her uninjured foot and gently massaged the ball with my fingers pressing deeply into the nerve endings. I’d learned massage in medical school as part of my training. Reflexology promoted a state of euphoria which was an important step in the whole-body healing process. I used a more erotic touch to inflame her, but I knew which parts of the foot would get her motors running.
She giggled a little.
“Shall I stop?” My question came out sounding like more of a threat than I’d hoped.
“No,” she whispered, “it’s just…” she struggled for words as breath escaped her lips and her eyes rolled back.
This made me smile again. I massaged up her foot to her calf muscles which were strong and taunt as I continued to work my fingers over her tight body, moving mine ever closer. When I lifted her gently into my lap, my cock jabbed up against her stomach and she yelped nervously.
I moved forward, sandwiching my painful erection between us as I brushed a kiss across her lips and whispered in her ear. “Thank you for this,” I cooed into the soft flesh against her neck.
“Mmm hmm,” was all she could say in return.
I lifted her weight onto my arms so as to further alleviate the pressure of such an awkward position. This inched my cock nearer to her center. My mouth claimed hers as my tongue explored the depths of her. It felt comfortable and right to kiss her deeply. Finally, the veils of secrecy and our person
al histories were torn away and only she and I were left, laid bare before each other.
I enjoyed the warm cavern of her mouth and the delights she held for me as our tongues tangoed around our kisses. After some time, I let my kisses wander down to her collarbone as I peppered them along the thin bone gently protruding from her neckline. I suckled at the bone for a moment, raising warm red patches at the spots where I focused my attention. A little remembrance of me.
I continued kissing further down to her beautiful breasts which were peaked, snowy white globes with tight peach nipples. I popped the left into my mouth as my tongue swirled around the taught bud and drew it into my mouth with a hard suck and a playful nibble. This had her writhing and moaning.
“Ahhh, yes,” she purred.
“You like this?” I asked darkly, nibbling at her again.
“Yes, yes,” she breathed as I slid my mouth over to the waiting neglected nipple.
I enveloped the warm flesh with my wet mouth which made her slither against my desperate cock with a hiss.
“So anxious,” I noted as I detached from her for a moment.
She responded with a low groan as her body angled against mine, her arms clinging to my upper body as she tried to stay seated on me, the water and her awkward position made it difficult.
Neither she nor I could take much more restraint. I continued to ignore the painful passions welling in my member as I lifted her up and kissed her again. I loved our closeness when we kissed, I felt I was dancing with her soul.
My intention was to wash her body using the soap slathered on every crevice, but she couldn’t wait any longer for me. I’d misjudged her to be a patient woman, but as she struggled to impale herself on my cock, I knew we wouldn’t be standing on ceremony any longer.
“My, my, so eager,” I playfully scolded.
“Please,” she whined, “please, I need you,” her bright eyes opened to mine. She wasn’t just a love-starved vixen trapped with me in a forgotten place, she was a soulmate who’d been on a long journey endlessly searching for her other half. Now having found him, she wanted the freedom to claim her love.
It’d been too long since I’d felt those same feelings, the sense that you knew a person even before learning their name. Somewhere hidden in the human psyche was a strange awareness that knew when it had found it’s lost half.
I gently placed the tip of my aching cock inside of her and let it rest there, getting her unprepared pussy ready for my incredible size.
“I need you, too,” I whispered in her ear as I bit the lobe and a warm sensation slithered down my shaft. “But you can’t go into this without a little prep,” I teased as I lifted her out of the tub and set her on the ledge in the corner, which was big enough for two people to sit together.
I’d designed the tub for pleasure. The tiles on the ledge were heated and a soft cascade of water continually flowed over the wall and down the sides of the ledge that continually coated us with warm water. There were pipes that filtered in hot steam and the tub had jets we hadn’t used. When I created the bathroom, I made sure that the tub was an experience and the shower big enough and deep enough for two and wiggle room.
Despite the remoteness of the cabin, I outfitted it with luxuries one would want to fill that seclusion. I always enjoyed making love to my wife here, but I needed to rebrand the space for Imogen. Making love to my wife was always sensible, with Imogen, it was urgent and lusty. Finally, I had the opportunity to share these experiences with someone else again and I was so grateful I had a place that was erotic and exciting to offer Imogen; this tub had sat unused for too long.
After I gently placed her at the edge of the tub, I smiled and spread her legs wide so that I could see her beautiful pussy in full glory. Her head dipped with embarrassment, but I couldn’t have her feeling shame for her beauty. I used my finger to lift her chin and kiss her lips again.
“You’re perfect,” I marveled as I dipped down into the gorgeous flower between her legs, which glistened with oiled bath water and her arousal. She had a small tuft of well-manicured hair just above her outer labia beautifully framing the rosy folds of her pink vagina.
While my mind was in heaven, my cock grew angry at the sight of her love muffin. Its head became more engorged and grew a deeper shade of purple. I did my best not to let the beast claw its way out of me as I licked and kissed her valley of love. With the first touch of my lips, she bucked and angled gently as her tiny mewls of ecstasy burst into the air.
She wasn’t ready just yet so I danced kisses along her inner thighs from the apex of her leg to the crux of her knees. She giggled and wiggled at the unfamiliar sensations. “No, no, don’t” she gasped, “I’m ticklish,” she could barely get the words out.
It was delightful.
“You sure are,” I bit her inner thigh gently, then licked my way closer to the main attraction.
“No,” she giggled and squirmed as I made my way to the other thigh only brushing my beard across her pussy. “Just you wait, Mr.” she playfully threatened.
“Oh, trust me, I’ve been waiting,” I bit the inner thigh on her left leg a little harder than I had on the right, “it’s very hard to do.”
“Oh my God, you have to stop that, I’m going to explode,” she gasped as her juices flowed out from her nakedness.
“Good,” I leered.
I’d resisted her pussy for too long, so I drifted my tongue towards her center and she let out an exasperated sigh, which made me grin. She wasn’t much for waiting either.
I slid my tongue along the folds of her labia where her clit was neatly tucked away under its hood until my attention brought it out, swollen and pink, ready to play. I flicked at it ferociously, intermittently nibbling and sucking. I heard her pant and moan in deep feral growls as my relentless attention twisted her in knots. She was close to climax, so I made sure she got there. As she attempted to thrust her hips to meet my rhythm, I slipped my finger into her moist opening and withdrew it several times in and out. That’s all it took, she was gone… mind blown.
I danced my fingers around her as she screamed out and drifted down from an incredible orgasm.
“Oh, my God,” she exhaled as she labored to stabilize her breathing.
My fingers then spread her pussy wide, so I could lap up her heady ambrosia and get her ready for the next act. I knew I was more than prepped for her as I stood up and gently placed myself at her entrance.
A hazy smile crossed her face. “Don’t you want me to take care of you now?” she asked in a high pitched and flirty voice.
“No, Darlin’. I’m good.” I laughed as I gently pressed the tip of my cock inside her glorious hole.
If I fucked her on the shelf of the tub, her back would eventually be quite sore, so instead, I slid her into the water as she moved slowly down my shaft, inch by inch. She bit her lip as I eased her onto my cock. By the expression on her face, entry was painful, yet it was a good pain, so I let her continue.
Then it hit me. We didn’t have any protection at all.
“Imogen?” I asked softly, “Do you need me to get a condom, I might have one floating around here someplace,” my mind was berating me for not thinking of it sooner; impulsiveness had its downside.
Her face screwed into a sweet smirk, “We’re good, I’m on the pill, so no fear of babies. We can party like rock stars.”
“Wonderful,” was my deep and lusty reply.
While I’d only known her for less than twenty-four hours, I was instantly attracted. She had an adorable personality and her sense of whimsy was intoxicating. She had an incredible body and boy was her pussy tight, it gripped my dick so snugly, I was ready to pump into her until I blew. I had to use every ounce of control I had to restrain myself from giving her the hardest and fastest fuck of her life.
As soon as I was lodged deeply inside, I gently pumped my hips in and out in almost balletic movements. I was kneeling under her with her legs wrapped around my waist.I didn't want to put extra st
rain on her injured ankle, so I left it draped across my bicep. This spread her wide open for my advance.
I pressed into her deeper, “Is this okay?” I asked making sure my size wasn’t too much.i
“Mmmmmhhh,” was her wordless reply.
Her face was flushed red and her lips parted in ecstasy, she was blissful, I loved seeing her in the throes of passion; it made her even more beautiful if that was even humanly possible.
I lifted her off me until only the tip of my cock was at her entrance. Her face curled into a pout. I kissed her cheek as I pressed myself back in again, hard.
“Aghhhh,” she cried out.
Then, with my hands cradling her backside and my arm lifting her bad leg, I jettisoned in and out of her. The only thing tempering my movements was the lapping water around us. Being partially submerged, I was unable to pound hard, which was perfect as it allowed me to exercise my passion and yet give her a gentle fucking.
She wanted more as she ground herself down on my cock as best as she could. I needed her too, so I lifted her out of the bath to get more leverage and pumped into her with a sensuous rhythm as she tugged at my shoulders to bring me closer. My mind was spinning as she wrapped her leg around me more tightly bringing me into her as far as I could go. That was all I could stand, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.
I pumped into her harder and harder.
“Yes!” she screamed as she neared another mind spinning climax.
I wasn’t far behind, the moment her pussy clenched my cock, it exploded into her tight vagina as it milked my rod for everything I had, every last drop of me spilled into her. When we both reached our peak we collapsed into the tub, with steam swirling around us.
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