by Tawny Taylor
He sat on the bed and leaned down to get a closer look. “You crazy woman! I can’t believe you did that.” He kissed the red flesh around the jewelry, feeling her muscles tense under his lips.
“I had to do something. It’s not much, I know. But I’ve been so stupid. I can’t believe I thought you were lying to me, after everything—“
He raised his index finger to her lips. “Shush. I understand. You don’t need to rehash it all. All that matters is we’re here, together. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
You did say so, once or twice.” She leaned forward, palmed his cheeks and smiled into his eyes. “And that you can have. For as long as you like.”
“Forever?”
“Are you sure you can deal with me for that long? I’m such a pain in the ass sometimes.”
He returned her smile. “A good pain in the ass. My pain in the ass. I don’t want to live another day without you. I’ve known that since the first day we met in college.”
She shook her head and dropped her hands. “If only I hadn’t been so blind. I’ve made you wait so long.”
“It was worth every minute if you’re mine now.”
“Absolutely.”
“So, will you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“No second guessing me?”
“Nope.”
“Okay.” He stood. “Are you ready for the adventure of a lifetime?”
She grinned.
Oh yeah, he liked the hint of devil in that expression! “I take it that means yes?”
“You bet.”
“Then are you in for a surprise!” Fate watched as he clapped his hands together then rubbed them, his expression wicked and gleeful all at once. Oh, boy! She’d seen that look. And then ended up bound and fucked until she couldn’t see straight.
And it had been heaven.
Hot juices instantly slicked her pussy. What would it be this time? She couldn’t even imagine.
“Where’s my bag?”
“Under the bed.” She hadn’t moved it since the last time they’d made love. Hadn’t peeked inside, either. She’d learned to appreciate Gabe Ryan surprises.
He stooped down, and she listened to him grumble and groan as he shimmied under the bed to get it. Then she heard the zipper, the clank of metal, and duller sounds of plastic. “Perfect.” He stood, something held behind his back. “You trust me completely, don’t you?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes, I trust you with my life. My body. My future.”
“Good.” He grinned and pulled an arm out from behind his back. “Let’s make a movie.”
“A movie of what?” She watched him uncover the lens and peer into the scope. He wanted to film her? “Oh, no.” Well, maybe. She tingled from head to toe. And an all-too-familiar heat settled between her legs. She wiggled out from under the covers and watched those sexy lips of his lift in an appreciative smile. “For you, anything.”
He nodded. “That’s wonderful, baby. I’m so grateful. This will be something to remember for when we’re old and gray. You’ll see.”
“But I need music.” She stood and flipped on her radio, hitting the button for the CD player. Mellow jazz filled the room.
Perfect. Still, she felt a little weird, uncomfortable. “What do you want me to do?”
“Strip for me. Show me how much you want me.”
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself somewhere else. In one of those bars, stripping for an audience of one. One sexy, irresistible man. She swayed to the music.
“That’s it, baby. Take off your clothes. Dance for me.”
She started with her sweatshirt, taking her time lifting the hem up higher and higher until her lacy bra was exposed. Then she made quick work of disposing it. Next, she unhooked her bra, encouraged by Gabe’s periodic whoops and growls. She slid the straps off her shoulders, holding the lace cups up over her breasts with her hands. Then she pushed one cup aside, exposing her nipple.
She teased it with her fingers, circling and pinching until it was an achy pebble and then did the same with the other.
Bra forgotten, she moved on to her sweatpants. She shimmied as she slid them over her hips, turning around so when she bent over, he had a full view of her behind. She exaggerated her bending, knees straight, ass exposed.
He groaned, and her pussy throbbed. “You’re driving me crazy. You know just what to do, what I like. And I can’t wait to do the same for you.”
“You already are.” She reached between her legs, feeling the hot juices saturating her cotton thong.
“I want to see everything. Show me.”
Still bent over, she spread her cheeks and pulled her thong aside.
“Oh, yeah. Touch yourself. Your ass.”
His requests were sending throbbing heat to her pussy, making her crazy with need. The minute he was inside, she’d come. No doubt about it.
“Wait a minute.” She heard him step away for a split second, then return. “Okay. Take this and go to the bed. I want to watch.” He handed her the vibrator and a tube of KY.
She took the goodies to the bed. “Where to?”
“Hands and knees on the bed. Ass toward me. You know how I love your ass. Tell me how much you want to please me.”
“I am going to make you so hot for me you’ll beg for mercy.” She discarded the thong, feeling the most amazing sense of exposure and anticipation. Her pussy was so hot and wet and needy she could cry. She gathered several pillows and rested her chest on them, then reached around to spread her cheeks.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it. You like showing your ass to me, don’t you? It makes you hot.”
“Yes. My God, yes.”
“Now, the vibrator. On your ass.”
She turned it on, smoothed on some KY over her anus and explored herself with the buzzing tip. It sent humming energy through her whole body. Her muscles tensed, right down to her toes.
“How does it feel, baby?”
“Oh!”
“Inside. Fuck your ass.”
She concentrated on relaxing her asshole, willing it to open. But it was impossible. So turned on her pussy was nearly in spasm, she couldn’t possibly relax a muscle south of her waist. She pushed the vibrator inside, and the buzz shot through her body, shoving her over the edge and into an explosive, convulsing orgasm.
“Oh, yeah, baby. Come for me. That’s it. Show the camera all those sweet juices. Part your cheeks.”
It was so hard for her to think in the midst of an orgasm, her body wracked by tremors. But she did what he said, feeling him close, filming her ass clenching and unclenching around the vibrator.
When the orgasm eased to a twitch, she pulled it out and glanced over her shoulder. The camera was inches from her pussy. And Gabe had the most amazing expression on his face.
He looked like he’d fuck her all night long. That was one expression she couldn’t ignore.
Oh, yes. She was ready. Thrilled, she rolled over onto her back and spread her thighs as wide as she could. “Do you like what you see? Want to see more?”
“Hell, yes! Show me more.”
She chuckled at his obvious eagerness, wishing he’d ditch the camera and make love to her. She was hot for him, her pussy demanded him inside. Her body begged for his embrace. But, judging from his wide eyes and huge smile, he hadn’t lost control yet and wouldn’t give up recording. She would have to make him lose control.
How?
She began slowly, parting her labia and making circles over her clit. It was still supersensitive after that last orgasm, and she had to use a light touch. But slowly, the biting edge evaporated, leaving the familiar pleasant feeling of growing arousal. She lifted her other hand to her breast and played with her nipples. Dammit, what did they usually say in those movies? “See how hot I am for you? My pussy wants you so bad.” Oh Lord, please don’t let me laugh.
He growled but didn’t move from his position, hovering over her, camera in front of his face.
Knowi
ng she was being filmed was driving her crazy. Heat spread out across her body, and her thigh muscles tightened. “I need you. Inside.”
“Just a little bit more.”
Her eyes were clamped closed, and she couldn’t force them open. A million images flashed through her mind as she teased her clit and breasts mercilessly for him, for the camera.
Something tickled her stomach, stroking up and down. Smooth. She glanced down.
A dildo. One huge dildo.
She gripped it in her hand. It felt almost like the real thing—nah. On went some KY, and then she teased her pussy with the tip. Damn, that felt good!
“This is great, love. You’re so willing to please me. So eager to try things, to explore with me. We’ll have a lifetime to discover each other.”
She slipped it inside. “Oh!” It wasn’t Gabe, but it was damn near close.
“Oh, yeah. Imagine it’s me loving you. Fill your sweet pussy with it.”
Okay. She could do that. And it might just send her over the brink again. She was so close every muscle in her body was tense. Her breath came in and out in a fast rasp. Her heart thumped in her ears.
She pushed that dildo into her pussy, slid it in oh so slowly, enjoying every inch. “Oh, God!”
“Don’t come yet.”
What? Like she could stop that? She fought the surging waves of throbbing heat and remained perfectly still.
“That’s it. Don’t come. Wait.”
Easy for you to say, lover! She opened her eyes and watched him film her pussy gripping that huge sex toy. Seeing it almost sent her over the edge. She clamped her eyelids closed again.
“Absolutely gorgeous. Look at all those sweet juices. I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.”
Do it!
“And those breasts. So perfect. I can’t wait to bite and suckle them.”
“For God’s sake, do it! You’re killing me, here.”
“Just keep holding on. Take out the dildo.”
She slid it out, and sagged with relief as her empty pussy relaxed.
“Now, put it back in.”
“What?” She looked at him, another blade of need shot through her body. “I hate this. You’re teasing me. I’m going crazy.”
“Trust me. I’m going to make it wonderful, just like you have for me.”
She nodded, dropped her head back to the bed and slowly slid it back inside, trying like hell not to succumb to the spasms threatening to shake her whole body. Her pussy gripped it, sending a rush of heat up her body. Oh, shit!
“Don’t come. You hear me?”
“I can’t stop it.”
“Stop it, now!”
She yanked the dildo out, just before the first spasm, and threw it at him. “You jerk! Get over here and fuck me.”
He laughed. “Now, we watch.”
“Watch what?”
“Your movie.” He walked to the TV and fiddled with the wires. Within seconds, she was sitting on the edge of the bed watching herself stripping. It was a weird feeling, seeing all the bumps and imperfections glaring at her on film. Her fanny was too big, her breasts too small. And there was—oh no!—cellulite on her thighs.
“How can you get turned on by this? I look terrible!”
He glanced down at his groin. “I’m so hard right now, I could drill through diamonds. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Look at those curves, those tits. You are all woman. My woman. Your body drives me crazy. It always will.”
She tried to see herself through his eyes, tried to appreciate the softness, the smooth skin and curves. Her pussy started to tingle as she watched herself part her buttocks for him. The camera zoomed in to her tight little hole as she teased it with the vibrator. Memories of how that felt left her pussy weeping.
“Look at you, submitting, trusting me. That drives me absolutely insane.”
She watched, heat spreading up to her scalp. Having him take command truly turned her on. She loved submitting to him. She loved pleasing him.
She loved him.
She needed him. Inside. Her pussy was screaming to be filled. She stood, pushed his shoulders down until he was lying on the bed, a smile on lips she was sure would taste sweet.
And as she bent down to sample them, she slid a hand down to his shirt hem and lifted, exposing his tight stomach. “These clothes have to go.” He shifted his weight, allowing her to strip him from the waist up. Then he watched as she unbuttoned his pants and discarded those, too. Left only in a pair of very snug, very sexy black athletic boxers that hugged his erection and balls, he looked like a model in a magazine ad.
Her core twitched and she felt herself heating under his gray-eyed gaze. He watched her, his gaze blatantly resting alternately on her pussy and breasts as she moved.
She slid his boxers off—not the easiest thing to do, thanks to his huge erection—a drop on its tip. It twitched as she stroked, and her pussy dripped along with it. “I want you.”
“Show me. Show me how much you want me. How much you need me. You can see how much I want you.”
She teased the head and underside of his penis with her tongue and teeth.
“Oh, baby! You’re so sweet, so giving.”
She stroked his testicles, sucked on them, fingered his ass. He parted his legs, giving her free access to this tight hole as her head bobbed up and down, his erection sliding up and down her throat.
She laid back against the headboard and parted her legs. “I’m so wet for you.”
“It turns me on to know how much you want me. That you’re mine.” My God, that look was so hot she thought she’d burst into flames.
She spread wider and slid her finger inside, feeling the smooth muscles tighten around it. Hot, slick juices coated her finger as she plunged it in and out. Then she lifted her hand to his face. “Do you want a taste?”
He licked the finger clean. “Like honey. More.”
She skirted around, teasing and tugging her labia, drawing small, slow circles over her clit until the muscles of her ass and stomach clenched. Then she plunged her finger inside again. “See how tight I am? Tight and hot only for you.”
He dropped his face, burying it between her legs and coaxing her hand away. His tongue took over, circling her clit, delving inside her pussy, laving her folds, exploring her ass. Her feet curled, her breathing all but ceased. He glanced up and smiled at her, his face wet from her juices. “Are you ready to be loved?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
He spread her legs wider, holding her knees with his hands, and pushed deep inside.
“Oh!” That instant feeling of fullness just about sent her over the edge.
“Don’t come. Not yet.”
She wanted so badly to comply. To show him how much she adored him. She forced herself to relax around him, an almost impossible task.
“That’s it. Save it for me. Enjoy the feelings. We are one. Our bodies. Our souls. Our minds.”
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the smells of her juices, sweet and musty in the air. She concentrated on the taste of him on her lips, licking them and savoring the flavor lingering there.
Then, she rejoiced on the sounds of his low groans and quickened breathing. He inhaled deeply, his pelvis slapping loudly against her ass as he drove into her over and over again. It was such a sexy sound. Skin against skin. That unique sound made only during fucking.
“That’s it, baby. You are so good. So good.” He ground into her, his cock touching every part of her deep inside. It hit her cervix, sending pleasure and pain shooting up her spine. She stiffened then relaxed as it moved away.
“Touch yourself.”
There was no way she could do that and not come. Not when his huge cock was inside, her pussy tight around him. She slowly slid her hand down, her palm resting on her mound.
“That’s it, honey. Touch yourself.”
She made small circles over her clit, relishing the luxurious warmth that spread out as each circle was completed. Oh,
that was amazing. Him inside, her clit throbbing. She felt the telling heat of an impending climax zip through her body and pinched her clit.
Her pussy throbbed then relaxed.
“Rub that little button for me.”
“I’m so close.”
“Do it.” He didn’t speak those words, he growled them.
And thank God! She’d come all over that huge cock of his. She obeyed, allowing the circles to quicken, meeting his pace as he pumped into her. In a heartbeat, she was soaring on heated waves. Her body shook in spasms as electricity shot through every cell. Never had she had an orgasm like that. She thought she might just quit breathing and die.
“Oh, yeah!” He growled loudly and then fucked her like a madman.
She felt wetness seeping from her pussy as he drove his seed deep inside. And then, spent, her body twitching, her legs weak, she stilled and enjoyed the weight of his limp body on hers. “Gabe?”
“Yeah,” he said between gasping breaths. He rolled to his side and propped his head in his hand.
“I love you.” A flood of emotion pounded through her body as if those three words had liberated her. She cried. Tears of joy, of relief, of guilt.
He smiled and gathered her into his arms. “I love you, too. More than I could ever say. I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you.”
“You already have. I’m sorry for doubting you—“
He pressed his forefinger to her lips. “No more, Fate. We already talked about it. I’m happy. You’re happy…You are happy aren’t you?”
She nodded.
He thumbed a tear hanging from her jaw. “We’re together. That’s all that matters.”
“But what about your job?”
“Well, I just might have to take a position with Dates-R-Us—“
“No way! We’re not working for competitors again! We’re a team. End of story.”
“Fair enough. I could use a change. And speaking of change, where’s your suitcase?”
“What?” The man wasn’t going anywhere now, was he?
He laughed. “Where’s your suitcase?”
“Under the bed.”
He rose up on hands and knees, his cock still deep inside. “Then let’s pack. And pack for warm weather. By the way, does your mother have any problems with water?”