by Lucy Rinaldi
“I just thought. Just thought it was what you meant” He smiles at me and shakes his head.
“Come, you’re exhausted, you need to sleep, baby. Let’s get you into bed” Bed? How does he expect me to sleep with all this going on inside me?
“Will you stay with me? Please stay with me. I don’t want to be on my own here without you”
“I’m not going anywhere, baby, I promise” He pulls back the sheets and motions for me to lay down, which I do willingly, resting my head on the pillow beneath me as I lay down on my right side facing him. I’m watching him with awe as he removes first his boots and socks, then as he slowly removes his jeans. Erm, why the hell am I getting turned on by this? I realize I’m licking my bottom lip as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his muscle clad body. My God, he’s so hot! What a sight he is standing there in nothing but his tight boxer briefs. I follow him with my eyes as he climbs into bed and lies down beside me. I turn onto my left side facing away from him; simply because I can’t believe I’m having such thoughts about him and the things I want to do to him right now. It’s so very wrong, how could I be thinking these things at a time like this? But this is how I deal with grief, through sex. God, through sex is how I deal with most things, fear, anger, grief, happiness, etc. He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me against him, my back against his gloriously silken chest. All I can think of is how thick his cock feels through his boxer briefs against my ass, and it makes me twinge. I feel his breath in my ear and it makes me shiver and twinge again, causing me to grind my ass into him, making him groan. “Stop, baby. Keep still”
“What if I don’t want to, Blake?”
He lifts himself onto his elbow, and with his index and middle finger, he turns my face to meet his. “Baby, you don’t want this, not when you feel so emotional” God, if he only knew the things I want to do to him all the time, no matter how I’m feeling.
“Please, Blake, I need you right now” I whisper to him as I take his hand from my waist and bring his finger to my lips, kissing the tip, then slowly, gently sucking his finger, swirling my tongue around it then in and out of my mouth. And it’s so hot watching him gasp and form the perfect O at the feelings I’m sending through his body with just my mouth. I can feel his erection against my hip; I smile as I take his finger from my mouth. Oh yes, Dr. I know how to work you.
“Are you sure you want this?” His concern is noble, but fuck that, right now I want him to fuck me into next month! I sit up and pull my tatty T-shirt over my head revealing my naked breasts, my eyes holding his gaze the whole time. I contort my body pulling my pajama pants off and throwing them on the floor. I’m now completely naked before him; I lay down on my back looking up at him, his eyes traveling up and down my body. I stroke his face with the back of my hand; he looks at me not sure if he should touch me, even though his want for me is so clear in his eyes. My body’s heaving as I breathe deep, fast breaths. I want him so badly I can feel how wet I’m getting; and he hasn’t even touched me yet!
“Please, Blake, touch me” I sound desperate even to my own ears, but I feel his hand stroke my nipple, making me gasp and it feels so good, it makes my clit burn. He kisses my neck, my throat, then my chest, right down until his mouth finds my nipple. “Ah!” I feel the burn inside me as his tongue circles my nipple, sucking and tugging, god his teeth graze my nipple, making me cry out and arch my back, pushing my nipple further into his mouth. Jesus, this feels so good. I’m so hot; I need to feel some kind of friction between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together tightly, grinding my hips into myself, and I’m clawing at the sheets beneath me. His hand travels down my body over my stomach and down my thigh. “Ah! Shit,” I’m finding it so hard to control myself right now. He grabs my right thigh forcing my legs apart; he strokes my inner thigh gently and oh so slowly. “Blake, Ah...!” The sheer want is driving me insane, I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want him right now. I’m moaning and panting like a crazy person. I grab his hand and force it between my legs, I can’t take his slow assault any longer. “Touch me, please” He smiles slyly at me as his thumb strokes my clit, and I feel the sweet burn at my opening. My body’s so racked with arousal I want to scream, and I almost do as he forces his fingers inside me, in and out, round and round while his thumb still teases my clitoris. Fuck! I can’t take it, my nails claw at his back, making him groan through his teeth. My body’s so high I’m going to explode! I feel his mouth on me and the sweet torment of his tongue on my already swollen clit tugging at it, sucking hard, so hard I’m soaking, my arousal floods from me like a burning fountain.
“Oh, baby, you’re so fucking wet for me”
“Blake, please, I don’t wanna come like this” My body’s heaving and jolting I can feel it, I’m about to explode, but he won’t stop, still his fingers assault me. I’m trying so hard to fight the urge to come. “Argh!”
“What do you want, Mercy?” He breaths against my clitoris, sending shivers right through me to the point I almost lose it. “Tell me”
“Ah! I want you”
“Where, baby? Tell me”
“Inside me... Ah! Please Blake, I want you inside me. Ah! Everywhere”
“Everywhere?”
“Yes... Please, Blake” I feel him smile against me, and then he lifts himself up removing his boxer briefs. My eyes scan him. Oh my! He sits on his heels and grabs me at the back of my knees, pulling me down the bed so my ass rests on his thighs, my legs wide apart and bent at the knee, my hands above my head. I feel so exposed, but so hot and so ready for this.
“Everywhere?” He asks me again, his face alight with excitement.
“Everywhere” I whisper. “Blake?” He looks at me with a smile on his face. “Fuck me like you mean it” He smirks. He understood the meaning without having to ask. I don’t think any man has ever understood me the way Blake does. He grabs the back of my knees again, this time lifting me slightly, then with his right hand he slides a finger inside me, in and out again and again, then across my asshole making me wet there. And I’m so turned on it’s unreal. He leans forward and I feel it. Oh. My. Fucking. God! The pain the sweet agonizing pain of his cock forcing its way into my ass. “Argh! Fuck, Ah...!” Jesus, it hurts, it hurts so good. Blake moans loudly, the air escaping through his teeth as he starts to move, pushing himself further into me a little at a time. He moves so slowly tormenting my body with his slow rhythm. He’s so hard inside me that my minds lost to this feeling. I play with my nipples tugging at them, while watching his expression as his eyes widen at the sight of me touching myself. He pulls out of me suddenly, sharply, making me wince. Grabbing my wrists, he pulls me onto him. I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts my hips slowly forcing me down onto his cock, inch by inch, making me gasp and cry out at the size of him, stretching me, filling me. He doesn’t move, he just holds my hips in place and, god, he’s so deep inside of me, I can feel him at the bottom of my stomach! God, I want him to move, my clit is screaming out for some kind of friction. He kisses my shoulder gently, then presses down on my clit with his thumb. “Ah...! Oh, oh, fuck!”
“Do you feel it, baby?” This is fucking sweet agony, I throw my head back involuntarily, this is beyond any pleasure I’ve ever felt with anyone. “Do you feel the burn, Mercy?”
“Ah! Mmm, yes... I feel it”
“Good girl. My good girl” He grabs the back of my neck with his left hand and holds my hip with his right, and I feel him pull his hips back and...
“Fuck!” I scream out as he slams into me hard! Then stills; my breathings so heavy and fast my eyes are rolling. He pulls back and slams into me again and again each time stilling himself. I can’t help myself, I scream out as he slams into me again, this time picking up the pace and it’s harder, faster. My body’s arching into him and I know I’m going to explode from all the pleasure and pain he’s giving me. Sweats pouring out of both of us, and all that does is, turn me on even more!
“Don’t come. Not yet, baby... Not yet�
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“Blake! Please, I need to come. Please”
“Not yet!”
Bastard!
It’s tearing me apart all this sensation, how does he expect me not to come when my body is so high it hurts? He slows right down and rocks his hips; I can’t stand anymore, it’s ripping my body apart. No one has ever made me feel this good before. “Blake, fuck! Please!”
I feel his smile against my neck, his hands still holding me in place. “Come for me, now” He whispers and then slams so hard into me, I come that very second hard and screaming his name.
“Blake! Oh fuck, Blake!”
“Fuuuck!” He thrusts into me once more then stills, holding me tightly against him as he comes hard into me. He pushes me down onto the mattress, laying his head on my chest, with his cock still inside me. I wrap myself around him, both of us breathing heavy, and my heart is pounding out of my chest. He pulls out of me, but makes no attempt to move from the position we’re in. “How was that?”
“Blake, that was.... That was. Words fail me for an answer to what that was”
“My thoughts exactly” He says as he gently pulls out of me. He doesn’t move, he just lies against me. I feel his smile against my skin; I feel so content here with him, thoughts of my little boy subsided for now. But I’m so tired my eyes close on me allowing sleep to take me finally...
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Chapter Sixteen.
“Mama! Where are you mama?” The distant ghostlike voice of a small child calls to me in the darkness. The sweet giggle echoing through the big hall filled with paintings. I catch a glimpse of an olive skinned, hazel eyed boy, three or maybe four years old; he smiles as he runs to hide from me. “Mama, come find me” His voice sounds long and drawn like something you’d hear in a haunted house, the voice of a ghost as it calls to you. I’m running in slow motion, the long black Gothic tutu style dress flowing behind me, my long dark brown wavy hair blowing in the breeze. I hear my own giggle as he laughs, knowing I’m almost upon him.
I follow him turning a corner in the hall of paintings. “Found you!” I call as he stands facing me with his hands by his sides. But he’s no longer the happy little boy of a moment ago, he’s pale and sickly looking. His little face filled with fear as he reaches little hands out to me. I stretch out my fingertips to touch him, but he’s too far away. “Reach out your hand. Touch mommy’s fingers. Please, baby boy” There’s a shadow behind him; I can’t see his face just an outline in the shadows.
Hands lift my little boy from the ground, while he screams for me to help him “Mama!” He calls, and I scream silent screams as I run and run down the never ending corridor.....
“No...! No! Please, Xavier, come back...!”
“Mercy. Baby, wake up,” Hands shake me, a voice calls me.
“What?” I mumble sleepily.
“Baby, you’re having a nightmare. Open your eyes for me there’s a good girl”
I force my eyes open as best I can, while blinking at the bright light that fills my room. He must have opened my curtains. “I was? I’m sorry,” I try to sound like I don’t remember my dream, but I do, vividly. I pull myself up into a sitting position, I almost instantly realize I’m still naked. Crap! I pull the sheet up over my breasts and under my arms. Blake’s all fresh and dressed in pale blue jeans, and white tank, no socks or shoes though. Damn, he looks hot dressed like this, his muscle clad arms and tanned skin so visible to me. God, he looks yummy sitting in front of me on the bed, looking into my eyes with sweet concern. How did I get so lucky? How did I end up dating the worlds hottest man? Well, in the eyes of millions of women that’s what Blake is.
“You have a lot of bad dreams, don’t you?” I nod. “Was it about your little boy?” I nod again but I really don’t want to talk about it. I just want to try and forget what happened for a little while. I know I should have told him that I’d had a child before I met him, but I didn’t feel I could confide that in him yet. God, I didn’t think I’d ever be ready to tell him! He seems to know what I’m thinking, because he smiles a, it’s-okay-you-don’t-have-to-tell-me smile, as he strokes my cheek with the back of his hand. “Are you hungry, baby?”
“I guess” I am actually quite hungry, but I find it hard to eat in front of people. I’ve been that way most of my life. My mothers eating habits wore off on me at an early age. I’ve never been a big eater; all I cared about when I lived with my mother was playing my piano. She never really cooked for me anyway, maybe twice a week if I was lucky, her personal life always took over her care for me, her only daughter, her only child!
“You guess? Baby, when was the last time you ate?”
“Sunday morning when we ate together”
“Baby, that’s not good, it’s now Tuesday, you need to eat” God, is ever out of Dr. Mode?
“I know, I just didn’t have time what with all the traveling” I smile sweetly at him, hoping it will stop that look of annoyance.
“What time is it?”
“2.15 pm”
“What the fuck?! How could you let me sleep so long?” I jump out of bed, taking the sheet with me.
“You needed to sleep, Mercy, you’d been awake far too long” Ugh! I ignore him and walk quickly into the bathroom, shutting him out. Bloody men!
I stand under the hot running water, letting it rain over me like a boiling waterfall. My eyes close as I relax my body, finally my muscles relaxing. God, I love water and the way it cascades down my body. I know it’s weird, but water turns me on something chronic! I love how it makes me feel, and how every nerve ending in my body pricks and stands to attention. “What the fuck?! Blake, what the heck are you doing?” Blake’s decided to join me in the shower... Fully clothed. I stifle my amusement, by putting my hand over my mouth as he looks me up and down.
“You seemed mad at me. I don’t like the thought of making you mad, so I thought I’d come say sorry”
“Are you for real?” I’m laughing to myself as he nods in all seriousness. “Blake, I’m not mad at you, you strange man”
“You mean I got all wet for no reason?” God, his shirt is stuck to the contours of his body, every muscle in his chest and stomach visible through the thin material. His jeans are soaking wet and stuck to his beautiful thighs. “Like what you see?” Damn! Busted!
“I’d like it more without clothes” I smirk at him as he raises his eyebrow and leans his index finger against my lips, silencing me.
“So blatant, Mercy. But I like to the point” Stepping back he reaches for the hem of his shirt and lifts it over his stomach. Oh god, that stomach all six pack and smooth, up over his chest, damn his chest all silken and sexy. He pulls it up over his head and drops it to the floor, and I’m panting like crazy just looking at his body, all wet and ripped. I am so turned on right now, this is so hot! With two fingers under my chin he lifts my head up, our eyes meet and it’s there, the sheer longing for each other, the desperation. He pounces on me, his lips assaulting mine hard and strong, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, ferociously assaulting me, kissing me passionately. My tongue meets his with equal ferocity like it’s the last kiss we’re ever going to share. He pushes me back against the wall, his big body pinning me there. I fist my hands into his wet hair pulling him harder against me. He forces my legs apart with his hand, and then presses his knee against my clit, the fabric of his wet jeans makes me burn as he pushes hard into me, circling his knee against me. I moan desperately into his mouth as his hand travels greedily up my body, finding my already hard nipple he tugs at it between his index finger and thumb.
“Ah!” I break our kiss as the sweet burn between my legs takes over my body. His lips assault my body, my neck, my chest, and back up to my lips, and all the time his hands pour me like his life depends on it, I can hardly keep up with him. I’m so breathless and I’m pulling frantically at the belt on his jeans. I unbuckle it and rip his zipper down popping the button as I go as fast as I can. “Take them off... Now!” He reluctantly lets go of me and s
teps back, ripping his jeans down as fast as is humanly possible, pulling them over his feet and finally dropping them on the floor of the shower. He stands right in front of me, both of us breathing heavily, and it’s like electrics running through us on full charge. I throw myself at him, my arms around his neck, his around my waist, lifting me off the ground, and my natural reaction is to wrap my legs tightly around him, as he pushes me against the shower wall again! He takes my face in his hand and turns my head to the side, kissing my neck making me moan like someone possessed. I want him; I want him so badly I can hardly bear it. I can feel his cock rock hard against my clit as he teases my body with the size, not to mention the thickness of his cock. “Blake, don’t...” My body’s shaking against him; I need him so badly but, shit! All of a sudden I need to pee bad! “Blake, please... Stop...”
“You want me to stop?” But he doesn’t stop, he just keeps right on kissing my neck and playing with my nipple between his fingers, making his question pointless! I don’t want him to stop, but I don’t want to pee myself all over him either, I’d be mortified!
“Please, Blake. Ah! Please, I need to pee so badly” He lifts and looks at me, smiling wickedly. He grabs my ass, lifting me higher, I think so he can step back and let me down. But no! He slams into me... Hard! “ARGH! FUCK!” I scream so loudly! Holy fuck this is intense, my stomach and between my legs not only throb, but burn in the most wonderful way. A way in which I’ve never ever felt before.
“Can you feel it, baby? Can you feel the burn?”
“Yes. Fuck, I feel it, I feel it” I claw at his shoulders, making him groan and tip his head back.
“Fuck! Mercy” Oh fuck, the way he says my name and the feeling of water on my body makes me hotter. I rock my hips into him, meeting his punishing thrusts; I don’t know what to do my body is so high I’m clawing at him. I throw my arms across the wall clawing into thin air. My back arches, pushing my chest into him, and it’s so desperate this feeling inside me, this desperate need to come for him. I feel his hand skim my shoulder as he places it palm down on the wall next to my head, his other hand grabbing my ass forcefully, pulling me closer against him. He picks up the pace slamming so hard and fast into me that the sound of his thighs connecting with the flesh at the backs of my legs echoes through the bathroom. “Baby!” He gasps. Fuck, I’m gonna explode! “You take me so fucking deep. Do you have any idea of the things you do to me?” His relentless thrusts and his words in my ears have me so high every part of my body is tight.