by R. S. Owl
“Shhhh, I’ve got you, Cecilia. You’re such a brave woman, so selfless.” His nose in the crook of my neck, he sighs, “I admire you for everything you’ve done and I’m sure your daughters are proud to have a mother like you.”
Asher slowly brings me closer to his chest and rests a gentle hand in the middle of my back to let me know, without words, that he’s got me. His hand that is so delicate, traces a pattern that finishes at the very bottom of my back. The tips of his fingers graze along my ass, not as possessively as before. They’re soothing. But as much as I feel relaxed in his embrace, simultaneously our breathing changes, becomes quicker. Did we remember at the same moment that we are entangled, naked in his bed? His right leg is between my thighs and as I move my head to kiss him, the friction on my pussy is just what I need to feel my body awaken.
There’s no rush this time. I want to savor, I want to take my time and show him how appreciative I am of his support, how respected I felt when he held me as I opened myself up to him, how good he made me feel when he made me come. How much I want to please him.
My right hand brings his face closer to mine and all I want is to kiss him. But I don’t want to rush things, so I leisurely toy with his upper lip, my tongue grazing his mouth, sucking his lower lip and biting it gently. This earns me a groan from him. One possessive hand grips my ass cheek and the other hand wraps around my throat. He brings his face as close as possible to mine and when he talks, I feel the words on my lips.
“Promise me we’ll see each other again. Promise me we are not just a one-night thing. Promise me.”
“Aw, honey. We are not accidental, I feel it too. We are going to see each other again. And again. And again.”
Sensing his relief in my words, I go to straddle him when I hear him laugh quietly.
“What is it? What’s so funny?” But he can’t answer me as his laugh grows louder and louder. “Ash… tell me!”
“It’s just that you are such a brave woman. I lay all that on you, being all clingy and pussy-whipped and you, you just keep calm. This should be the other way round. I’m sorry, this is not really very manly of me.”
“Honey, I love that you were honest with me. Now if you could just shut up so I can get acquainted with that manly piece of yours.”
That shuts him up immediately. Straddling him this time, I can feel him harden beneath me. His sheepish grin is just so damn adorable, that I bend down to kiss him. But Ash has other plans; he latches to my nipple like a starving man. Holding his face between my hands, I use his strength as a support and start riding against his hardness. The way he holds my breasts and licks them is so soft; I’m melting under his ministrations. We are worshiping each other’s bodies, saying words that can’t be spoken. The room fills with breathless gasps of pleasure and raw moans. I am drowning in an ocean of emotions I can’t place and I am pretty sure he feels it too. How we were meant to meet tonight.
Pushing on his shoulders to lay him down on the bed, my hands roam his body. His hairy pecs are so hard, yet soft at the same time, and as I take my time discovering his body, his hands mirror my gestures. This feels so special, I feel so special. I never want this feeling to end. We don’t need words right now as he takes his cock in his hand and lines it up with my opening. With his eyes locked on mine, I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. He slowly enters me as I let my body slide against his. My movements are measured, controlled and slow as I ride him. The ferocious look in Ash’s eyes makes me cry out loudly, and a warm feeling expands in my chest. I feel like we are meant to be. I don’t care if it’s too soon, time will tell if I’m right or wrong, but right now, I want to belong to Asher and I want him to belong to me.
I start moving faster and faster on him and I can feel his restraint shattering. Grasping me by my hips, he lifts me and lays me down on my back. With one hand on my left hip and the other right next to my right ear, he starts thrusting into me.
“Baby, you drive me crazy. I wanted to take my time with you but you are so damn hard to resist. You. Are. Incredible.”
Clenching around him at his words, I know I won’t last long if he carries on with this rhythm. My hands fly to the back of his neck and I lift myself up to kiss him with all my soul, with all that I am.
“I want you Asher, the man who seduced me in a bar, the man who introduced me to new highs, and the man who showed me his caring side. I want all of you.”
And with that, he pounds into me as if his life depends on it. I cry out at the sensation and my whole body freezes as my orgasm starts to build. I know that it will be huge, and as much as I want this feeling to last, I cannot contain it. It explodes and spreads throughout my whole body as if my blood is getting warmer, my head lighter and my heart so full it might burst. Bending his head, his forehead against mine, the muscles and veins in his neck all tense, his eyes show an intensity I have never seen before, and he roars his release. Watching him unravel is so powerful I feel myself clench around him as another orgasm hits me.
Circling both hands around my face, he kisses me, mouth closed, with such force I feel it to my heart and bones. This is heaven.
The peaceful state I’m in lulls me to sleep as his strong arms surround me. I have never felt so good. All of our ugly, our dirty, our scary is out. There are no secrets between us and that makes me hopeful for a future.
“This is just the beginning,” he whispers before I fall asleep.
EPILOGUE
Ash
8 months later
Two girls are terrible. Twins are worse. I can’t keep up with them. They chat a million words a minute and most of it is about either fairies or unicorns. But I love them as if they were my own.
But I do feel for my boy. Here he is, sitting on the floor as Yasmin and Zahara are desperately trying to make him wear the latest Pinkie Pie costume my mother bought them.
I can’t believe how fast these last months have flown by. After our first night together, I couldn’t let Cecilia go. So we made it work. At first that wasn’t easy as I lived 600 miles away from her, but after a few months of her visiting me and me visiting her, we decided that if the opportunity arose, we would move in together. When I received a job promotion 50 miles from where she lived, we all moved into a bigger house half way between her work and mine.
The transition with the kids has been easy as they all wished for siblings. They have days you wouldn’t even know they aren’t sisters and brother, seeing how they argue with each other.
As far as Cecilia and I go, it couldn’t be more perfect. We have our family routine outlined, but every week we take a night off from mother/father duty and enjoy being alone and kids-free.
My woman is as sexy as ever and never short of ideas to surprise me. She’s the light of my life; I love her more and more every day.
She told me before she left for work a few minutes ago that I would find a little something under my pillow. Checking on Raph and the girls, I see all is under control and quickly jog the steps to our room.
Under my pillow is a simple black box. Why would she do this? I carefully open the box, afraid of what might fall on the bed, and inside… Inside is the proof that this is just the beginning of us.
«Marry me?»
The End
WILDEST DREAMS
By
Kay Su
BooksandMe
PROLOGUE
The grinding of bodies, the slow, steady tempo beat and the heady energy around makes my cock twitch. I grind my hips, mimicking a slow dance of sex to Atria’s ass, making her arch her back and loop her arms around my neck. I can hear her moan despite the loud music, the vibrations pulsating through her body. She gyrates her hips, pushing her impressive ass into my jean-covered dick
I move my hands from her hips to the sides of her breasts, cupping them, kneading the undersides but avoiding touching her nipples. The dress she wears clings to her body like a second skin, soft and silky, leaving nothing to the imagination. My already stiff cock hardens ev
en more.
Dipping my head, I slowly lick her neck and press a soft kiss against her pulse. I can feel it beating fast, revealing her arousal. I inhale her sweet scent, it teases my senses and my hunger for her amplifies. I look at her and once again, I’m captured by her beauty. Her flushed skin, nearly invisible because of the lighting, is stunning. Our slow dance is taking its toll on my control. I want her. I want to be inside her. Pounding hard and fast until she forgets her name and all she knows is mine.
I look up to meet Javier’s stare. He smirks. The devil present in his eyes. No words needed. His mind works exactly like my own. He knows what I want, but most importantly, he knows what I need more than I do.
He inclines his head, indicating for me to follow, and turns to walk down the hallway with the confidence of a man used to being in control.
I turn to Atria immediately, putting my arms under her back and knees to lift her up to my chest. I feel her smile against me, sending a warmth straight down to my stomach. Her body is primed and ready, calling out to me. I stride along, holding her close while I follow Javier up the stairs to the private rooms, admiring his ass as we go.
I set her down on her feet at the end of the bed and begin the slow art of undressing her. Pulling her hair to one side, I place a kiss on her shoulder. My hand trails from her neck down her back, seeking the top of her dress. Slowly, I push the zipper down, revealing her soft, creamy skin. As the dress comes apart past her hips, it falls to the floor, gathering around her heels. She stays calm and content as I bend down to help her out of it. I hear her voice hitch as my fingertips graze her delicate ankles. Her control to remain still amazes me, even though she has no underwear on and is now completely naked, she makes no move to cover herself. Folding and putting the dress on the bed behind her, I return my attentions to her skin. Trailing my fingers over her shoulders and across her collar bones, I relish in the way her body reacts to me.
Javier comes to stand by my side and together we admire her exposed body. Her eyes are lowered and her skin is a beautiful rosy pink. He moves around her, surveying her as if she’s an exquisite jewel laid out for his scrutiny. But of course, she’s a treasure. One I intend to keep.
Javier touches her shoulder, instructing her to kneel. She gracefully lowers herself to the floor. Her knees hit the carpet and she positions herself, legs spread apart, palms on thighs facing up, head bowed. He circles her once more, assessing her pose. Finally, he pats her on the head and looks over at me. He smiles and I know he’s satisfied with how she behaved. I look at her at once and admire her position myself. Pleased, I move around the room to the chest where the ropes and toys are stored while Javier sits on the couch opposite the bed. His relaxed posture is deceptive, not giving away his need to possess her, the only tell being the rock-hard bulge in his trousers. I look at it, the need in me growing.
I return my attention to the chest. I pick up items I need and set my choices on the bed.
“Lie down, pet.” I instruct her gently.
“Yes, Master Nick.” She returns to standing then takes a step-and-a-half back until her calf touches the linen. Her eyes never leave mine. She slides herself onto the bed, giving me one last look before lying down. She arches her back, accentuating her curves then raises her arms above her head, presenting her luscious body for my perusal.
“Legs apart, pet.”
She complies with little hesitation and I am rewarded with pink, glistening lips begging for attention. Begging to be touched. Sucked. I see her shudder under my scrutiny but I cannot fault her.
I look over at Javier, gauging his reaction. He likes to be the voyeur, while I prepare the sub for our use. I know his gaze has yet to stray from her, from her offering, and I feel the need emanating from him. He cocks his head once, directing me to continue, and I proceed with the preparations.
I pick up a short rope and tie each of Atria’s wrists to the posts on the bed, making sure that the rigging is tight and secure, but that her circulation is not compromised. With another one, I do simple rope work and knots along her legs, working with her right first and then the left. I make sure to check the tautness of the rope and the knots. Satisfied with my work, I get another rope and start a simple Shibari, the Japanese form of rope bondage, along her body.
Moving the ropes along every curve, making knots at the centre of her breast, I make sure that her breasts are pushed by the thread, making it erect. I make multiple intricate diamond knots along her shoulders and hips, along her thighs and the lips of her pussy to increase the pressure and sensation it will give to her body. I make my touch light and fast, her breathing getting heavier as I work. The heat coming from her body tests my control. I need to remain calm despite the need to claim her, use her, and make her scream.
When I’m finished with my knots, I move to stand next to Javier and survey my work. Tying her up, knowing she’s at my mercy exhilarates me and I’m feeling high along with her. Her body is a beautiful canvas, flush of pink, a complete contrast with the color of the rope. Just the sight of her makes my cock twitch.
Javier is deceptively calm as ever, but I feel the palpable change in him. His stance makes him seem much taller, the sexual tension in the air mixing with my own. The flex of his hands and the rigid set of his jaw betray the façade he’s portraying. He looks at me, and our eyes meet. Together we look back at Atria. I am so ready to begin.
But first, I have to make sure she’s alright. “Look at me.”
Her eyes are unfocused but there’s a definite gleam of want, need and desire.
“Are you okay, pet?”
“Yes, Master Nick.” Her reply is breathless. Even her body responds to the sound of my voice, heightening her arousal, making her skin flush even more. Her subtle shudders and the goose bumps up her arms make it even more beautiful.
“Your safe word, pet,” I command.
“Mermaid, Master Nick.”
I feel warmth in the center of my chest, and adrenaline rushes through my body, making me tense, my muscles rigid with need. I’m eager, but I must exercise patience. The anticipation makes me more excited. I look at her, admiring her beauty. And I wait. I wait for Javier’s lead.
CHAPTER 1
I moan, my voice hitching at the end. I stretch my body like I’m reaching for something, bending my back off the bed and jutting out my breasts like an offering. I feel so hot and restless, needing something. Anything. I feel like I’m going to explode.
“Harder! Faster! Oh my God! Please!”
I move my hands along my body and the feeling intensifies. With wild abandon I knead my breasts and pinch my nipples. Hard. It isn’t enough. I need more. I keep my left hand working my breast and move my right down my body, skipping my belly, gliding down to my panties where my clit pulses and throbs. I shiver. The feeling of yearning intensifies, begging to reach a release so powerful, I want to cry.
“My clit! Fuck! There!” I shout.
My voice is hoarse and breathless as I find my clit and strum it like a chord. Fast and hard. My body approaching something I cannot explain. I’m on the precipice of something so strong and mind-blowing. I feel the need, the urgency; I want more of that feeling to consume me.
My fingers on my clit—.
Wait. My hands. Under my panties. My fingers. On my clit.
Confusion clouds my mind and it makes me pause for a second, but not long enough to stop my fingers from their goal. I’m bound, aren’t I? Wait, why am I wearing panties? I’m supposed to be naked, vulnerable and at the mercy of two very dominant males mastering my body for their use and pleasure.
I shoot up in bed, breathing hard, my body rigid with intense desire and pleasure, my senses on high alert and sensitive. My brain is still trying to play catch up. I was just dreaming. I wasn’t actually in such a situation. I’d been dreaming of two men fucking me, sandwiched in between them, my pussy and asshole both filled and full. My hands were bound to my back. I’d been completely vulnerable while my breasts were being tou
ched in ways that felt greedy. My body feeling possessed. Controlled. Owned.
But the reality seems so conventional and lacking in comparison to what I was doing in my dream. My hands on my breast and my pussy. In my bed. Alone. But oh, it felt good. So good. And I need to come. Badly.
“Fuck that!”
I lie down and my fingers resume their rigorous work. I need to recapture that dream, that moment, that feeling. That intense pleasure and desire.
I pinch my clit and circle it with pressure, but it seems it isn’t enough. My other hand joins in and I plunge two fingers into my wet heat, pumping faster and faster. The sound of my hand slapping against my pussy adds to the sensation and feeling. My heart pounds and I’m lost in a haze I’ve created. I keep moaning and twisting, trying to reach that peak, my hips thrusting, rising of their own accord.
I hear the command in the back of my head. “Come for me, pet.”
That’s all it takes.
“Shit! Oh my God!”
Bliss.
CHAPTER 2
I wake up with my stomach rumbling, disturbing my blissful sleep. I sigh and stretch, laying my body out with my arms and feet outstretched, staring at the ceiling. I feel boneless and lazy. Sated. Yes, definitely.
My mind is still in a state of fog and I feel the aches in my muscles as if I’ve been on some extreme workout. I suppose you could say I gave myself a workout. Oh, the pleasure. My mind wanders back to when I woke up on the verge of an orgasm. And oh boy, did I get my orgasm. The most intense one I’ve ever had, my clit tingles at the memory of it.
My dream of being bound and vulnerable and ready to be fucked by not just one, but two dominant males. Erotic, passionate, and incredible. Wild. It is always the same dream that gets me to feel that way, arousing me to no end, eliciting shivers and putting my senses on overload. This dream was different though, still the same, always with two men, but they’ve never felt so real as this one did.