Lifting her legs, he laid them over his shoulders opening her further. He picked up the whip lying on the bed beside her head, wrapped it around her wrists and raised her hands over her head. He held one end of the whip taut as he shoved into her over and over. Her head tossed from side to side, fervent moans filled the small room. His breath caught when he felt the orgasm hit her, and then just as quickly, she yanked him over the edge with her.
When the last of his fluid spurted inside her, he slid her legs from his shoulders, rolled off of her and propped himself up on one elbow to look down at her. He moved his gaze over her body, lingering between her legs. “The candlelight dances over your skin, your womanhood. My semen coats your inner thighs; the hair on your mound is drenched. I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my life.” He drew her into his arms, cradled her next to him. Rick lowered his left hand between her legs letting it rest there. “In a few minutes I’m going to make love to you all over again.”
* * * * *
He was as good as his word.
“Get on your knees with your back to me and your sweet buttocks tilted upward.”
Delaney had never felt so sensual and wanton in her life. He could have asked her to hang from the ceiling while he fucked her and she would have done it. She rolled over on her knees, placed her hands palms down on the cot.
“Spread your legs just a bit more.”
She did as he asked and felt his warm breath first, followed by his lips and tongue. Delaney looked down between her legs. Rick lay on his back with his head between her legs, his mouth amorous and determined as he worked on her. She didn’t think it was possible to have another orgasm but it came quickly, like the flash of heat lightning. After her orgasm faded, he kissed her softly, slid back a little and rose to his knees. “Now, tip your buttocks up just a bit more and give me a glimpse of what I’ve just had. Yeah, that’s a good girl. Stay just like that.”
She felt his hands grip her hips then the head of his cock pushed inside her. She tried to move demanding more of him.
“No, don’t move. Let me take you in my own sweet time.”
He pushed further inside her, withdrew completely, shoved all the way inside her then just as quickly he withdrew. “Talk to me.” His cock filled her to the hilt. “Tell me what you’re feeling and what you want. If you continue to obey me, I’ll give it to you.”
How could she explain to him the glorious feeling of having his sex buried inside her, the craving she felt whenever he touched her, the tremble of her heart when he called her name. “I want you inside me, all of you. I want you to make love to me until neither of us can think anymore, until the world narrows down to your cock, nothing more.”
He increased his rhythm, pushing harder, faster. Delaney closed her eyes, letting the sound of their bodies coming together in that delicious wet slap of skin on skin until the rush of her orgasm consumed her like a raging fire. His thrusts grew shorter. She felt him plastered to her buttocks, his lower body helplessly moving against her, the muscles clenching in the throes of his orgasm. He gave a hoarse cry of utter release when his semen spilled inside her.
* * * * *
Later, Delaney snuggled in Rick’s arms, their bodies still coated with sweat from the hot sex they’d shared. Rick stared up at the ceiling then down at Delaney’s body draped over his, her head resting gently on his shoulder. He had his hand on her buttocks. Her breasts pressed into his chest. His penis lay flaccid against his thigh but he knew with little effort she could have him hard and wanting to take her again in no time. But first, he needed to talk to her, to tell her what her submission does to him, how it makes him feel. “Delaney?”
She sighed sliding her arm over his waist. “Yeah. . .”
“I really like the way you submitted to me. It’s incredibly sexy and makes me harder and want to fuck harder than I ever have in my life. When you do everything I ask of you it turns me on in a way I’m not sure I can explain. I hope I wasn’t too rough or hurt you in any way.” He placed two fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face to his. “I never want you to feel that submission is wrong. I want you to enjoy it. I--“
She laid her fingers over his lips. Her eyes held a glint of amusement but also the memory of how they had just shared their bodies. “I do enjoy it. In fact, I love it. It makes me feel sexy and wanted but also safe at the same time. I can express my sexuality with you in a way I never could with another man.”
He relaxed, pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. “I’ve always known I preferred dominating a woman sexually. I fully admit I get off on it. I like having a woman open her womanhood to me and let me use her body not just for my pleasure but for hers as well. I liked giving you that pleasure, liked watching you come, feeling you come. I’d pushed domination to the back of my mind for fear I might hurt my partner. In the past, I’ve dated women who I didn’t think could handle my dominating style.”
Maybe that was why he never felt the urge to settle down. But Delaney is just the kind of woman he’d been searching for. Maybe they did have a future together. “But you handled it fine.”
She propped her chin on her folded hands on his chest and gazed at him. “Any woman who didn’t enjoy masterful sex with you doesn’t know what she’s missing. It makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world, like I alone can satisfy you.”
Her words whispered over his skin. He looked down at her gorgeous face and the expression of female satisfaction in her eyes. “I’m beginning to think you are.”
* * * * *
The next morning, Delaney awoke, sated and drowsy. She rolled over and stretched out her arm to find Rick’s side of the bed empty. The scent of coffee brewing tickled her nose. Delaney looked at the clock. Just a little past seven. She wrapped the sheet around her naked body and went to find him.
Rick stood in the kitchen with his back to her, sipping a cup of coffee and gazing out of the kitchen window. He was stark naked. She admired his tight butt. Grinning, Delaney leaned against the door jamb. “Morning.”
He turned, slid his gaze over her and set his cup of coffee down on the counter. Resting his hands on either side, he gripped the counter top. His penis stood at attention. “Morning.”
She looked at his hard cock then back up at his eyes. “Is there something you want?”
Chuckling, he nodded. “Oh, yeah.” He pointed to the breakfast table. “Drop that sheet and lie down on the table. Spread your legs and show me what’s mine. Now.”
His words sent a tingle of arousal through her body. Her nipples ached with the memory of his mouth and tongue on them, she creamed between her legs, her body preparing to take him inside her once again. Delaney couldn’t believe she was ready for more sex. Without another word, she dropped the sheet, walked to the table and lay down on the surface. She bent her legs, opened her thighs.
“Put your hands over your head.” His words held a demanding but sexually arousing tone. Slowly she raised her hands over her head.
“Now put the bottoms of your feet together and let your legs fall open.”
He pulled two clean dishcloths out of a drawer and walked toward her. He took one of the clothes and tied it around her wrists. The other he tied around her ankles. Touching her only with his mouth, he leisurely kissed her. From her lips he nibbled his way down her body to her breasts where he licked and suckled until she writhed. He lifted his mouth barely an inch from her skin and breathed his way to the part of her he knew so well. He didn’t kiss or fondle her with his tongue he just let his warm breath blow over her.
“I like the smell of you. It’s musky with your own essence but with my semen as well. God, that’s sexy. It makes me crave to fuck you.”
He’d never used such blatant language with her but she found it turned her on even more.
“But first I have a little treat planned.”
She watched him walk to the refrigerator. When he returned to her side he held a can of whipped cream in one hand and a bottle of chocolate
syrup in the other. First he used the whipped cream on her breasts creating little mounds on her nipples before licking them away. Between the cold of the whipped cream and the heat of his mouth, arousal made her dizzy.
After he finished with her breasts, he decorated her with whipped cream, taking her clit between his lips nibbling, coaxing until she felt herself swell against his mouth. When he poured the syrup on her she nearly came unglued. He ate at her as though she were a delectable dessert. Shoving his tongue inside her, he massaged and loved every inch of her until she was breathless.
Delaney pulled at the ties to loosen them.
“No, lie still. Keep your hands and feet tied until I give you permission to take them off.”
When he finished, he grasped her hips and pulled her lower body to the edge of the table so she was open to him. He stared between her legs.
Throwing his head back, he shoved deep inside her, thrusting his hips hard. She listened to the sweet wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, her pleasure weakening her limbs, tossing her into a honeyed world of surrender. Unable to touch him, to wrap her legs around him because of the restraints, made her hotter, his rough skin an erotic tonic against hers.
The table shook and danced across the floor with each thrust of his body. Pistoning her hips she answered each one. Sweat beaded her body; her blood flowed through her veins in a torrent. When the table bumped against the wall, she pressed her hands against the wall to hold herself steady while he pounded into her.
She clenched around him as the rush of heat, the warmth of climax filled her taking her to a place that wasn’t real. A groan escaped his lips as he spilled semen inside her.
* * * * *
In his truck, they traveled down the highway headed out of town.
She licked his ear. “Are we going back to your house?”
Rick’s breath grew ragged. His erection tented the pants of his police uniform. Dusk had fallen fast and soon it would be pitch dark. He’d seen clouds on the horizon earlier and knew that more snow was on the way, but for now the sky was clear. He felt Delaney’s hands at the waistband of his pants. “What are you doing?”
“You’ll find out.”
In no time her clever fingers closed around his hard length. He sucked in a sharp breath as she kneaded his cock pushing the skin up around the head. “God, woman if you don’t stop, we might have a wreck and die before we get home.”
She squeezed slightly and did it again. Quick as a flash she replaced her hand with her mouth. He swerved the truck onto the side of the road and stopped. The head of his penis rubbed against the roof of her mouth over and over until he felt the hot surge of orgasm grip him. She sat up and licked her lips. “Mmm.”
His mind was wiped clean. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“I’m counting on it.”
* * * * *
Rick watched Delaney as she picked up her glass of wine and sipped. “This was a great idea. Thank you for bringing me here.”
“You’re welcome.”
Delaney laid her hand on his thigh. Heat streamed into his groin. He looked into her sexy eyes and let the fantasy fill his mind as he watched her indulge in a chocolate covered strawberry.
He shifted closer to her on the banquette in the corner of the restaurant. Candlelight flickered over her face. She lifted a chocolate dipped strawberry to her lips, bit into the fruit and savored it. A tablecloth hung down several inches over the side of the table so the lower part of their bodies was completely hidden from view. He laid one hand over the top of the banquette behind her shoulders and toyed with the ends of her hair. Caressing her back, he admired the low cut dress exposing her cleavage.
He slid his left hand under the hem of her short, black dress. He stared at her glistening red lips. “I’m about to find out if you were a good girl this evening and granted my request.” He smoothed his palm up her thigh, the skin warm and silky against his. The farther he moved his hand the more she opened her thighs giving him better, easier access. He felt the brush of her soft curls against his fingers and grinned. “You were a very good girl and I’m going to reward you.”
Rick slid his gaze to the neckline of her dress. Her nipples were barely covered by the dress giving him an unrestricted view of her breasts. He watched her breathe; the gentle rise and fall of each exhalation. “I’d like nothing better than to pull the front of your dress down and look fully at your tits, but I’ll have to satisfy myself with the view... and with this.” His fingers parted her folds. Her eyes nearly closed. “Keep looking right at me.”
She opened her eyes. “Rick, if you make me come, I won’t be able to hide it. Everyone will know what we’re doing.” Her words were barely a whisper.
“Whatever I do, just keep looking at me.”
He caressed her clit, her wetness coating his skin. She creamed more and more as he masturbated her. “You’re so responsive. Spread your legs a little more.” She moved them apart. “There, good, I can rub your inner folds as well now.”
He heard the breath catch in her throat. “Oh, God, I can’t believe we’re doing this.” He moved his finger and rubbed, massaging her clit harder. “Yes, right there.”
“Can I get you anything else?”
Rick glanced briefly at the waiter. “No, we have all we need.”
The waited took the leather case with the signed bill inside. “I hope you’ll come back and visit us soon.”
“Yes, we’ll definitely come again.” He rubbed harder, more ruthless, feeling her pussy swell, her fluid washing over his finger. At just the right moment, he slid two fingers inside her pushing them as far as they would go. “Bite your lower lip.”
She squeezed around his finger, her inner muscles contracting hard again and again. Rick watched her bite her lip until she drew blood, then flicking it away with her tongue. Her eyes glowed with passion, her lips parted on a sigh. He withdrew his fingers and licked them.
He felt Delaney’s hand squeeze his package bringing him back to the present. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing if you’re paying attention.”
“I’m at attention all right.”
* * * * *
Once they cleared the city limits the sky seemed to open up, the stars filled Delaney’s gaze. She sighed and looked over at Rick. “Thanks again. It was nice to indulge.”
He smiled. “You’re welcome.”
Rick held out his arm motioning for her to move closer to him. She snuggled in and laid her hand at his waist. Slowly, she worked the buckle of his belt loose. “We nearly had a wreck the last time you did that.”
“Relax. Don’t think, just feel.” She unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, then yanked down his underwear. His hard cock greeted her, the head plump and aroused. “Just keep watching the road.” She lowered her head and took him into her mouth. She pulled the skin up over the head with her mouth.
His hips jutted. “God, Delaney that feels incredible.” He slowed the truck, pulled over onto the side of the road and shoved the gear into park. She licked and suckled him, feeling him jerk inside her mouth.
“I want to get these pants off. I need more. I want all of your mouth on me.”
“My pleasure.” She helped him shuck out of his pants so the lower half of his body was naked, all for her. She licked his balls, the base of his penis all the way to the tip. She rubbed the head on the roof of her mouth. He held her head in place while she loved him with her lips and tongue. His penis grew even more rigid just before she felt his release pump hot and salty into the back of her throat.
When it was over, she lifted her head and smiled at him.
Feeling more emboldened, more empowered and more sexual than she ever had in her life, she pulled her dress up to her waist. She’d worn no panties.
Rick looked at her pussy. “You bad girl.”
She giggled and straddled him on the seat. Pushing down on his cock, she moved her hips back and forth glorying in the feel of him deep inside her. He pulle
d the front of her dress down and feasted on her breasts. His hands wrapped around her buttocks pulling her closer and closer against him until she threw her head back spreading her legs as wide as she could. Delaney rapidly humped his cock as the orgasm spread through her pussy and inner thighs. The throb seemed to go on forever. When it finally faded, she collapsed in Rick’s arms. Her heart tumbled in her chest and she knew she had fallen in love with him. No man had ever made her feel so safe, so womanly or so completely sexual. Maybe Rick saw beyond her full figure and liked her for herself.
Chapter Seven
Rick sat in his office finishing up some paperwork on a drunk and disorderly at a local bar in town. A couple of guys had gotten smashed, a few punches were thrown then some tables and chairs were broken. He shook his head. The office was quiet otherwise.
Delaney was with the beautification committee working on the town project. The awnings were going up today and the new streetlamps were due to be installed. The town had been given quite a facelift. Rick was proud of her. She was quite a woman. He felt such an urge to settle down, to have a wife to come home to every evening. He wanted to hear a child’s voice call him daddy when he opened the door He never thought he would see the day when he started thinking about walking down the aisle but that day had finally come however unexpectedly.
A knock sounded at the door. He looked up. A knock was unusual because if someone needed to see the sheriff in this town they just walked in. “It’s open.”
When his old partner, Jake DeSalvo strolled in you could have knocked him over with a feather. He couldn’t believe it.
Jake stepped in wearing jeans, a long sleeved gray shirt and worn boots. He wore a thick parka and no hat. His light brown hair was streaked with blonde and the ends brushed his collar. He stood an inch and half shorter than Rick. He appeared lankier now, his face looked thinner; his eyes harder, more jaded.
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