by Tilly Greene
“There is a way for you to appease me,” he told her. The wicked side of his personality pushed forward to get something more.
“Anything,” she offered with wide blue eyes. He couldn’t tell if she knew what was coming and wanted it or if she actually wanted to soothe his raging need. Either way, Jon was about to find out.
“Unbutton your blouse and show me the painted nipples.” Her surprised gasp told him it was the latter and he should’ve known. Molly was innocent and he liked that about her. It didn’t mean he would ignore his kinky needs and not push his chances with her. At least, he wouldn’t until she balked and said no.
“Someone might see,” she whispered and looked around to see where their friends were.
“Fuck it! All the reason you need is I’ve asked. Nothing else should be important to you. So, is it?”
Weren’t he and his needs more important than any form of modesty?
With big eyes, parted lips, and a flush painting her cheeks, Molly slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the edges apart.
Jon kept his eyes connected with hers and was awed, no, proud the woman before him would soon be his. She may not know the term for what happened, but he knew she had shown she had submissive tendencies. It pleased him, and his cock throbbed with a need stronger than he’d ever experienced.
Without looking down, he reached out with one hand and softly stroked one nipple, then the other. They were already hard, but he was pleased to feel them both tighten further. He pinched a tip and tugged until her eyes started to drift closed.
Fuck, how was he going to wait a second longer to have her?
Putting the grilling tongs down, he leaned over and circled a nipple with his tongue as he twirled the other with his fingers. When her breathing deepened, he bit the nub gently and tugged as he pinched the other nipple.
She groaned and her chest pushed out against him. Right then, he was sure—no, he knew—she’d be his before the sun rose on another day.
Releasing both breasts, he placed his lips against hers and kissed her softly. There were no tongues. Their lips were touching as they breathed each other in.
“Veggies are ready,” he said as he placed his hands over hers and closed her blouse. While buttoning it up, he told her what to expect. “We’ll eat, then leave for my house.”
“Okay,” she eventually told him with a quivering voice.
“You’re going to climax tonight, Molly.”
“Yes, yes, fine,” she agreed on a whisper as she picked up the plate filled with grilled veggies.
“Wait.” He reached for a wedge of lemon and squeezed it over the asparagus. Smiling at her, Jon was momentarily caught by her beauty. She was the woman for him. The passion bouncing between them was big and open to go wherever they wanted.
With her hands occupied holding the dish, he again pinched both nipples and twisted until her lips opened in a delightful ‘o’.
“Later,” he told her with a tug and let them go. When he realized her feet were locked in place, he took the dish from her and put his other arm around her shoulder. Leading her into the house, he laughed. Happiness was a frisky woman at his side, a hard-on in his pants, and time to enjoy it all. He had what he wanted and then some.
“We’re ready,” he called out and placed the plate on the table. With a bussing type of kiss, he then helped her sit down before he sat at her side. “Let’s eat,” Jon said to no one in specific, but then turned to her and quietly said, “…then it’s on to the pleasure course.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Dinner was delicious. They liked their friends and spending time with them, but it was time to go.
“We’re going for a walk, then to my place. Good night,” Jon announced to the room at large. He stood up and held a hand out for her to take. There was little doubt she’d take it. After she stood, Molly collected her sweater from where it was draped over the back of the couch.
“Thank you for a wonderful dinner. Good night, everyone,” she calmly stated as she made her way toward the front door. Jon was there and they left immediately. All in all, it took mere seconds for them to leave. They weren’t in a hurry to get anywhere, but Molly figured they both wanted to be alone with each other.
Things had taken a wicked turn while he grilled, and they hadn’t forgotten any of it. In fact, dinner had been almost uncomfortable. She knew her nipples were pebble hard from the moment she’d shown them to him, and an insistent throbbing in her pussy followed. She only wanted one thing: to be with him, naked and in his arms.
They made their way down the path and eventually took a dirt road to the right. The pace wasn’t fast, although there was a purpose with each step. He draped his arm along her shoulder and she had one around his waist. Contentment spread through her, but she was still thinking about what would happen later.
Sex.
Yes, she wanted them to get physical, and enjoy each other’s bodies. Of course she wanted to orgasm and she definitely expected him to come. Shoot, no matter how she put it, she wanted them to have sex.
She wondered whether she should tell him about her tattoo or wait to see if he noticed it, then tell him the minimal amount of details.
Arriving at what had been labeled in her mind as their spot, Molly took a deep breath and absorbed the beauty stretching out before her. Montana. On a small ledge, with trees at their back, the clearing before her was brightened by the bright moon. The space was open and fresh, full of rolling hills, trees, and cows.
This was not England, Japan, or anywhere else in the world she’d visited. The land was unique, beautiful and she loved being here.
Jon moved to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on the top of her head. Happy to be there and in his arms, she shifted a hand until it rested on his thigh.
Closing her eyes, she inhaled the fresh air and knew she wouldn’t want to be anyplace else.
She hadn’t realized how breathing deeply pushed her breasts out further. It was not an intentional move, but the results were magnificent.
His hands opened and gently cupped her large mounds.
There was no way she could hold in the moan of pleasure produced from his touch. There was no reason to, either. She wanted him to hear her desire and do with it whatever he wanted. She’d learned this earlier at the grill. She wanted to be his plaything. She would do what he asked and be rewarded. Had she not been excited to new heights by opening her blouse to him and the night?
Big strong thumbs stretched up and strummed her hard tips. A hard rod poked a bit above her backside and she knew what he wanted. Her. She dropped her sweater and held onto his other leg. They had a connection and she wasn’t letting go for anything.
“Shall we go to my place?”
“I’d like that,” she relaxed further into his embrace.
All sorts of naughty ideas raced through her head, but she’d leave the specifics up to him. There were no doubts he’d go to great lengths to please her. Eager to get started, she turned her head and smiled up at him.
“I want you to go without a bra as much as possible. They bounce and sway beneath your blouse, keeping your nipples hard and excited as they brush against the fabric. They are treasured morsels,” he confided as he pinched the hard tips over and over again. He plucked them, encouraged them to stand out even firmer. “I will never grow tired of playing with your breasts.”
“When I can, I’ll leave the garment off, although you can always take it off for me.”
“Now there’s a solution I like the sound of,” Jon laughed as he spoke, and she had a feeling she’d handed over the keys to the castle. It didn’t matter because she’d never do something she didn’t want to do, no matter how sweetly he asked.
He bent down to pick up her sweater, then held out his hand. She took it and they walked back along the dirt road to the main one stretching down until it ended at his house. Molly had seen it before, but had never been inside.
A tidy front yard w
ith a few bushes surrounded a basic log cabin. She could see a few lights on inside, and it was enough. He opened the front door wide and she walked in, ready for whatever this new phase brought her way.
The living room was full of leather and looked comfortable. Jon showed her around; the cabin was much larger than how it had looked from the outside. Besides the living room, there was a chef’s kitchen full of all the latest gadgets and a stunning screened-in back porch. All the fireplaces set up to heat the place caught her attention. It must mean lots of chopping, but his plot of land seemed to have loads of trees.
After peeking into one bedroom, the next one they went into had to be the master, or at least the size claimed it to be. The house was obviously his, but his personality was strongest in this room. The colors and textures were all him. A leather chair, crisp white sheets, and a stunning leather and shearing blanket covered a bed. The bed itself was uniquely constructed with four sturdy and tall trunks at the corners and branches of wood running between the posts.
“What a beautiful bed, and very you,” she said as she released his hand and walked over to run her hand from post to post.
“Me?” he asked as he moved close behind her.
“Oh yes, it’s full of strength, power, and comes straight from nature. I think all of it is unequivocally you,” she shared.
Jon moved behind her and kissed her neck as he reached around to unbutton her blouse. She breathed deeply, quickly, and eagerly while she waited for him to finally touch her flesh. She wanted to feel his flesh coasting across hers. Wishing there was nothing between them had her pushing her skirt off and stepping out of her shoes.
Gooseflesh swiftly spread across her body as he pulled off her blouse. Molly tried to turn around to help take his clothes from him, but he held her fast. The tattoo. She’d forgotten about it and hated to mar a moment of their time together by talking about him.
“Your father?”
“No!” She couldn’t get the denial out fast enough and was sure Jon noticed she was getting tense. She wanted to move on from the subject, only couldn’t. He wanted to know who she’d had permanently inked on her back and couldn’t fault him. She’d wanted to tell him, just not yet. Molly hadn’t wanted that man to intrude in any way on their special time together.
“He must be someone important to you,” he told her as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
“Was! Was important, but hasn’t been for more than five years.” She wanted to confide in him, although right then she wanted his passion more than his compassion.
Turning around to face him, she was naked except for the tattoo, and a thread of shame started to wind around her. No, he—another man, the one who had been her coach—should be ashamed, not her. Molly reminded herself who Jon was as she looked into his eyes and made her request.
“Can we talk about it later? Right now I want you, only you, to love me.” She gave him her truth and he responded immediately. Not with words, but actions.
With large hands holding her head, he kissed her not with gentle seduction but passionate zeal. The lust he encouraged in her was beyond her wildest imagination. She hungered for him and he gave her everything she wanted.
Their tongue-wielding kiss soon moved down to her nipples and further to her pussy. His mouth was everywhere. The grip she had on his head was fierce and necessary. Without her hold on him, she knew she’d immediately fall to the ground. When he used his fingers to reveal her clit, Jon dove right in to make her come.
“Jon,” she moaned and gripped his dark hair more firmly, maybe even tugged on it when he bit her nub. The need for a release raced from her feet to her head and back down where it settled in her mound. A pulsating beat kept drumming, insisting she find her climax. When he tugged her clit while thrusting one, maybe two, possibly even more fingers in and out of her wet slit, she shattered into a million pieces.
He wrapped his arms around her hips and rested his face against her bare belly. She held him there and tried to regain her breath.
“Oh Jon,” she murmured, not sure what she’d planned to say. He surprised her by standing up in front of her. The moment he looked at her, Molly was taken by the need to hold a place in his eyes. He looked at her with an almost palatable essence.
Without a word, he led her to the bed and helped her onto the high mattress. She sat on her knees in the center and waited for something, although she wasn’t sure what. All they did was look at each other before he started to take his clothes off. Boots, jeans, underwear and finally his t-shirt were left scattered on the floor around him.
He opened the bedside drawer, pulled out a couple condom wrappers, and set them on the ledge.
Crawling onto the bed, he kneeled in front of her and reached out a hand to lift one of her breasts. “How do you not play with these bodacious fleshy mounds all day and night?”
Rubbing his thumb gently across the nipple, he was transfixed by them. While he played like a child with marbles, she glanced at his hard cock, stunned. Molly had felt him and knew the man was on the big side. As far as she was concerned, he was a perfect size large. He was definitely no child, and she looked back at his face with more knowledge.
“You’re big,” she told him, as if he didn’t already know.
“Trust me, there are bigger. Not to worry, flower. I’ll fit and give you great pleasure, promise,” he confided with some humor.
“I believe you, but first I must…” She didn’t finish what she was going to say; instead she took hold of his cock and leaned down to place a kiss on the crown. An intoxicating aroma circled around his groan. She couldn’t put a word to the scent, but found she liked it. Putting her mouth around the first inch of his rod for more of a taste, she savored the connection.
Molly knew he let her lick and suck him by what he did. Even though he ran one of his hands through her hair, the other one held his hard-on, ensuring she could take only as much as he allowed. While she’d prefer a quick hard thrust and filling, she was good with how he possessed her body. There was no way she could swallow his entire length, but she could make him think she did.
Circling the tip with her tongue, picking up all the pre-cum she could manage, she then slid her mouth over what he let her have. He may not have expected her laying a hand next to his. There was no intention to stop or encourage him further with her touch. It was simply a natural place for the hand to rest.
Over and over again, she licked and swallowed, and savored every stroke her tongue made.
Jon wasn’t immune to her blowjob. His hand tightened in her hair and he groaned, but otherwise the man was as cool as a cucumber. Or, at least, she believed he was. Being proven wrong was as much a joy as having his cock in her mouth.
He gave her a little warning and a few mumbled words, but she didn’t understand them and kept on sucking him. When he pulled her away and lay her on her back, she understood he wanted something else.
Would this be when he tied her up and took her? He could always secure her hands above her head and her legs to the post at the foot of the bed.
Ready for the bondage to come into play, Molly was surprised when he put on a condom and went for the missionary position. By no means was she disappointed, she simply hadn’t expected it.
With only the crown of his cock buried inside her pussy, the air caught in the back of her throat. She brought her knees up and splayed them a little wider. The move tightened the entrance to her slit. She hadn’t meant for it to happen, but his groan made the move worthwhile.
He leaned on his elbows and watched her get used to him being there. His cock’s presence, no matter how minimal, felt right. She knew pleasure marked her face and didn’t care. Emotions and feelings raced through her heart and body, so why not let him see her passion for him?
“You all right?” He asked the question while starting to move a little bit deeper before pulling out again.
“Beautiful,” she murmured and gave him her truth. “I want more of you. Give
me everything and I’ll love it all the more.”
After taking in everything he could about her in a few brief seconds, Jon moved a hand between them. Even though he rested on her, with her being stretched to an almost painful point, she still gasped when he circled her clit. It was a single step back from being too much, but it pulled unadulterated need from deep within her soul.
She wanted to open her legs even wider and groan her joy as he pleasured her. Trying to spread out further brought a pinch to her nub and another round of unfettered circles from his finger. She couldn’t hold it back. She groaned until it almost became a scream as he pushed even more of his cock inside her.
There was no break. He continued to tease her excited nub and move his cock further in and out of her wet pussy. When he finally was buried to the hilt inside her, she breathed out and looked up at him.
“I’m completely full of you and want nothing else,” she told him with a smile.
“Nothing? No thrusting, no fucking, no humpy-pumpy?”
“Humpy-pumpy?” She laughed hard and might have pushed a small portion of him out. “What man calls sex humpy-pumpy?”
“Me, and you can thank my uncle who said I was a rambunctious nine-year-old boy who was already curious about the birds and the bees.” He moved back into her, then pulled out a bit further before pushing back in. The man was a sex machine and she was glad to have him between her legs. Originally his size was admittedly daunting, but she got over any concern she may have had rather quickly.
She wanted him to love her and her body.
“Please, Jon. Please take me until I can’t take anymore.” She didn’t care if she begged.
“Is this all right?” he asked as he pulled more of his cock out than he had before and pushed it all back in.
Her breath caught on a hitch.
“More, please. Keep going.” Bracing one of her feet between his legs gave her the ability to bump her hips upward. It wasn’t much, but enough for him to make a few changes. Once he opened her inner lips, leaving her clit completely uncovered, he pushed his pelvis more firmly against hers and pulled his hand out.