by Chelle Bliss
Being so far away from each other wouldn’t help ease my insecurities. Kayden drove all night to apologize and explain his actions to me. We were both exhausted from the last twelve hours.
“You want to shower?” I asked.
“Yes, but only if you’ll take it with me.”
I crawled off the bed and stood next to him, holding out my hand. We walked to the bathroom without breaking physical contact. I started the shower and sat on the edge of the tub while he undressed.
“How long will you be here?” I asked.
“I have to leave in the morning. I’ll be back soon, though. I already booked my flight.”
He helped me up and slowly removed my pajamas. He climbed into the shower first and held me as I entered. He washed my skin from head to toe, and it was as if he wiped away the pain and distrust from my being. When he was finished, I reciprocated the act, but I used my hands. I lathered the soap in my hands before placing them on his chest. I slowly rubbed my palms and fingers all over his body, working my way down to wash him clean. After we both rinsed the water from our bodies, Kayden grabbed a towel off the rack. He toweled my body off gently, making sure not to miss a spot, and wrapped the towel around me. He secured a towel around his waist before turning back to me.
Kayden gathered me in his arms, and I clasped my hands around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder. He laid me on the bed. I watched as he removed the towel from his body and dropped it to the floor. I reached for my towel to remove it, but he shook his head.
“Don’t. I want to unwrap you,” he said as he moved toward the bed.
I laid my hands near my sides- and waited for him. He sat next to me and peeled the cloth off my body slowly, as if savoring the moment.
“Make love to me, Kayden.”
Kayden placed his body next to mine, leaning on one arm to keep his weight off of my body. He placed his hand on my neck with his thumb touching my face. He kissed me slowly and sucked my lower lip into his mouth. The only sound filling the room was our breath, shallow and rhythmic. His hand slid down my neck to my breast and squeezed before rolling my nipple between his fingers. I moaned into his mouth.
His lips broke from mine and followed a path down my neck to meet his fingers. His tongue laved at the tip, and he pinched it with his fingers. My hips moved on their own as if begging to be touched, and his hand left my breast to push them back down. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. He cupped my pussy with just the right amount of pressure to quell my ache.
Licking from my breast to my belly button, his tongue dipped inside as I squirmed. He chuckled at my reaction before continuing down my bare flesh. His tongue moved to the right as if to tease me and prolong what I needed—his tongue on my clit. He nudged my legs farther apart, and I did so willingly. He licked lightly across my lips before drawing my clit into his mouth. I fisted the sheets and curled my toes as he continued the ravenous pursuit of my orgasm. My body writhed from the pleasure as he sucked harder. His tongue flicked as the pressure increased. Every nerve ending in my body screamed for the release, and my skin became damp. My eyes began to blur, and then his mouth popped off my core. I whimpered from the loss.
“I want my cock in you when you come.” He prodded my core with his hardness.
He rubbed the tip against my wetness to ready it for my aching core. I missed him and the pain-pleasure combination he was able to bring my body. He entered me slowly, making sure I felt every inch. Before inserting his cock entirely, he stopped and stared into my eyes.
“I’ve missed you,” he said.
“I haven’t felt whole without you.” A tear trickled down my cheek.
He slammed the remaining portion inside, and I tensed for a split second…until my body stretched to accommodate his size. He moved in and out of me slowly. I could feel the head of his cock stroking the inside of my pussy. I arched my back to move with his body, needing the friction and wanting the release.
“I love you,” he said softly in my ear.
“I love you, too,” I replied, barely above a whisper.
I wrapped my legs around his back, linking my ankles together. I clawed at his back, trying not to break the skin. My skin dampened from the pleasure, and my muscles tightened with the closeness of my orgasm.
“Your body is mine, Sophia,” he said, slamming his cock into me.
“Fuck… yes,” I screamed.
My entire body froze and my breathing stopped. Ecstasy permeated my being. He thrust quicker and deeper, leaning down sucking my lip into his mouth.
I lay there unable to move. His rhythm turned erratic as his release neared. He adjusted my leg up to my chest to allow him to go deeper. I ran my nails up the side of his body from his thighs to his rib cage. The extra sensation put him over the edge. His entire body went limp on top of me. His forehead rested against mine while he tried to steady his breathing.
We were both exhausted. I curled into Kayden. I hated the thought of sleeping when we had such little time together. He stroked my arm, but the pace became slower and sporadic. His breathing slowed and his hand stilled. He was asleep. I placed my hand upon his chest and closed my eyes hoping for peaceful dreams.
15
Kayden
Nightmares & Fantasies
I was lying on the beach with Sophia watching the sunset. My vision filled with all the brilliant colors of the rainbow. The clouds floated across the sky toward the setting sun. My world was finally peaceful.
“I could lie here forever with you, Sophia,” I said, keeping my eyes on the changing scene before me.
I felt Sophia squeeze my hand. I could see her body out of the corner of my eye, but something seemed different.
“Who the fuck is Sophia?” a voice asked.
“Huh?” I looked over in horror. It wasn’t Sophia. I broke out in a cold sweat, and my heart started to race.
“Who’s Sophia?” Lisa asked.
My body shook violently as my eyes flew open.
Breathe. It wasn’t real.
I looked over, and Sophia slept peacefully in my arms. I kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to me.
“Sophia,” I whispered, trying not to startle her.
She moved slightly before her eyes opened. Her eyes were the color of the forest in fall—brown with flecks of hazel and gold. Her eyes were her best feature…besides her hair. The thought of her shutting me out again was unbearable to me, but the drive to gain her forgiveness was worth every hour and mile I traveled.
We left the bed only briefly to have lunch and grab a movie. I had such limited time with her, and I didn’t want to share her with the world. We crawled back into bed and watched the movie. The characters in the movie were talking about their fantasies, and I wanted to be hers. I wanted to be the man of her dreams, and everything she had missed in her past relationships.
“What fantasies do you have?” I asked her while keeping her secured against me.
“I don’t know,” she responded. “Can we talk about it later?”
“I want to know now. I want to make your fantasies come true. Just share a couple with me, please,” I said, not allowing her to change the subject.
I prodded her about the topic, and she opened up about all the things she’d missed in her sex life. She wanted a man to dominate her, to be woken in the middle of the night and fucked in an animalistic way. Her fantasies had never been realized, but I could change that. She wanted the sex to be playful and passionate. She was an avid reader. It opened her eyes to a world of possibilities she previously didn’t know existed. I would give her one of her fantasies before I left.
I restarted the movie, but my mind wandered. I’d start small because of her lack of experience. I’d choked, whipped, spanked, bitten, licked, sucked, and fucked in every position and hole possible in my sexual past. Nothing was off-limits to me, and I was willing to make all of her dreams a reality. I wanted to push her beyond her boundaries but not scare her. I wanted her to u
nderstand all the possibilities I had to offer. I was lost in my thoughts when the movie ended.
“What do you want to do now?” she asked.
“I’ve got a couple ideas.” I leaned over and began to kiss her. My hand wandered down to her breasts. They were sensitive—a simple touch, and she was mine, willing to do whatever I wanted.
“Stay there,” I said as I jumped off the bed. I searched for something to tie her up. I wanted her unable to move or squirm away from me. I found some scarves and belts that would have to do.
“What are those for?” she asked with raised eyebrows.
“I’m going to make one of your fantasies a reality,” I replied while approaching the bed.
She giggled like an innocent schoolgirl filled with nervous excitement. I removed the blankets and sheets from her body. I’d seen every inch of her body, but she was still shy. I started with her wrists, tying them tightly enough to keep her still but not cut off her circulation. She tugged on the restraints and realized she couldn’t get out.
I grabbed her left ankle, pulling her down the bed, stretching her limbs before tying it. I repeated the process with her right ankle and made sure to tie it to the very last bar. I wanted her spread wide and at my mercy. I placed a pillow under her ass to allow better access.
I stood there for a moment, just looking at her. She was helpless, exactly how I wanted her.
“I won’t blindfold you this time,” I told her.
“Should I be worried?”
I didn’t respond. I would take her worry away, replacing it with lust. I wanted to fill her mind with only thoughts of pleasure and want. I leaned over her body, placing my lips lightly on her nipple. Her back arched from the sensation but begged for me to suckle harder. I wouldn’t give in to her unspoken demand. I had control.
I released my lips and slowly tongued her nipple. She sighed deeply, showing her frustration. I licked a path across her chest to repeat the torture. I sucked gently before grazing it with my teeth. Her hips moved in invitation, but I refused to comply. I moved my fingertips fluidly over her arm to create goose bumps across her flesh. I continued to glide my fingers down her side to her hips.
“Please,” she said.
“Be patient. I’m in charge.”
Before she could respond, I kissed her. My hand wandered down to her pussy. I slid my fingers over her pussy, checking her readiness. I started gently with one finger. I massaged her clit with my thumb as she moaned against my lips. I rocked my finger inside and rubbed a second against her wetness before inserting it. As I massaged her G-spot, her entire body flinched. She writhed in pleasure as I continued to assault her senses. I removed my fingers, and she whimpered from the emptiness. I granted her wish and quickly shoved two fingers inside. Her body reacted violently. I rubbed her clit to make the pleasure overcome the pain. I moved my fingers quickly while rubbing the spot that would bring her mind-numbing pleasure.
Her body became damp, and her breathing increased. She was close to an orgasm, but I wanted to prolong her release. I removed my thumb from her clit but continued the relentless pursuit of her G-spot. Her hips began to meet the thrust of my fingers, and her body tensed. At the right moment, I returned my thumb to make her have a full-body orgasm. She shook, and her breathing stopped. Her eyes rolled back. Her toes curled, and she went rigid from the pleasure.
“Oh my God,” she said in whispered tone.
“I’m not done with you,” I replied, reaching into her nightstand and grabbing her vibrator.
“I can’t come again so quickly,” she said with wide eyes, staring at the vibrator in my hand.
I didn’t listen to her statement as I turned it on. I applied the vibrator to her already sensitive clit. Her body sank into the bed, trying to escape the sensation. I pursued her, not letting her get away. Sitting between her legs, I pushed my fingers into her again. She thrashed, but I didn’t relent. Her breathing was erratic. I knew she was close. I pulled the vibrator away.
“No!” she spat out.
I leaned over, placing my mouth on her clit. I sucked, tongued, and licked her pussy with just the right amount of pressure to bring her close to climax. When her body began to tense, I moved away.
“Fucker,” she said.
I smirked, knowing I had her on edge. She would probably claw my eyes out if given the chance. I placed the vibrator on her flesh. She was helpless and couldn’t stop the onslaught of sensations. She tensed, and I increased the speed of my fingers then curled them inside her. Her orgasm was intense, and she moaned and wailed through it.
I untied her legs while she tried to slow her breathing, but I kept her hands restrained.
I folded her knees to her chest before thrusting my throbbing cock inside of her. I rammed into her with such speed that I knew she would fight me. I wanted the release…needed it. I moved her legs so that her ass was off of the pillows and her knees were almost at her shoulders. I placed my body weight on top of her to curl her up into a ball. I could feel every inch of her inside. I never slowed. I wanted her sore. She was mine. I pummeled her, and she made noises I never heard her make before. Her pussy clenched down on my cock, and I couldn’t hold out any longer.
My world burst into a million colors, and my body shook with pleasure. I had never come so hard and long. The aftershocks were tremendous. I collapsed on top of her, trying to regain my composure. I had to release her wrists, but at the moment, I couldn’t feel my muscles.
When I finally released her, I rubbed her wrists and kissed them. I knew they would be sore, along with her pussy. I had assaulted her in a primal way. I wrapped her in my arms on top of my chest. I wanted to know if it lived up to her fantasies. She didn’t complain, except for me not allowing her to have an orgasm. She didn’t like being denied, but she loved that I had control. This was only the beginning of the sexual world I’d show her.
I ran my fingers through her dampened hair as we spoke. I drifted off into a trancelike state. I was wiped out physically and emotionally from the past twenty-four hours, and I never wanted to leave her side.
16
Sophia
The Second Coming
I sat at my desk staring out the window when the realization hit me—summer vacation was over. It had been a whirlwind unlike any I’d experienced before. My excitement had always revolved around the characters in my books, but Kayden changed that. No longer did my fantasy live within the pages of my favorite novels. I lived them.
“Hellooo…” a voice echoed.
I blinked a couple times, trying to break free from my haze. I turned my head to see Suzy standing there.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you walk in.”
“I can tell. Daydreaming again?”
I laughed. She knew me so well. “Kind of. I was thinking about how much my life has changed.”
“Ya think? You’re living what most of us only read about. I’m envious of your sex life.”
“I’ve played it safe for far too long. I’m ready to have my world rocked.”
“Sounded like more than your world was rocked last time he was here,” she howled.
“Were you eavesdropping?”
“Whore, I couldn’t turn the TV up loud enough to drown out the noises coming from your room.”
“Lucky for you, we’re going away this weekend.”
“Damn! I was hoping for an encore. That man’s a beast.”
“Shh. Someone might hear you,” I said, glancing around the library through the glass window.
“Oh, please. No one else is here. I’m going back to work. I just wanted to bother you a little,” she said, walking toward the door with a small wave over her shoulder.
“Love ya, Suzy.”
Me: You. Me. Airport. Car. Sex.
I placed my phone back on my desk and checked my emails, trying to get myself back into work mode.
Kayden: Fuck. I just got hard. Look what you do to me.
A photo of his rock-hard cock filled my scree
n. My mouth watered, and my pussy twitched at the thought of him inside me. The last two weeks Kayden made sure to keep constant contact with me. He never missed an evening video chat since Lisa tried to destroy us and I’d almost shut him out of my life entirely.
Kayden would be here in a few hours, but time seemed to tick away slowly. I tried to keep my mind occupied. Teachers flowed in to gather their necessary supplies for the first day of school. Everyone shared stories of their summer adventures, but I kept mine simple. I traveled to New Orleans, met someone, and immersed myself in the culture. I left out my drunken escapades and car sex.
I had no doubt Suzy would be sharing tidbits with my coworkers in the coming weeks. She couldn’t keep a secret and wanted to tell someone about my summer. She’d already shared my adventures with her mother. She never shared the information to make me look bad. She was just excited for me, and it brought hope to her love life.
Kayden: Jumping in the shower and heading to the airport.
I pictured him naked, lathering his body and shaving his head. He’d be here in a matter of hours.
Me: I’m counting the minutes until I can kiss you again.
Kayden: Kiss? I can’t wait to shove my cock inside you. Be back in a few.
I ran home after work to get ready. I wanted to look sexy. After a day of working, I needed to shower and redo my makeup. I had one hour before I had to leave for the airport. I shaved my legs and groomed myself to his liking. He’d asked me not to wear underwear to the airport. Although I always wore them, this time, I would listen. I put on a cute short sundress, which was his favorite and gave easy access. I wanted to feel him inside me before we headed to the beach. It would be rush hour, and I was impatient. I gathered my bags for the weekend away and headed to my car.
When I arrived, I parked in a secluded location. I waited for him outside security.