It's All a Matter of Choice

by Liberty Allure

  “Aw, Emmet,” she said to him, really moved that he felt so much desire for her. “It will be fine. Even if the first time is short, we have all night to build up your ‘tolerance.’ I just want you inside me…even if only for a little while. Don’t worry.”

  Emmet felt a little better. Just a little. He really did want to make a good showing. He was doing so well up to this point. Maybe if he went really slow…he could last.

  Anita looked up at him. She was ready now.

  “Kiss me, Emmet,” she breathed, her body shifting under his as she adjusted her thighs and Emmet hard shaft rested against her labia.

  She rolled her pelvis under him, making his cock rub against her heat. Emmet let out a little groan and without hesitation captured her mouth. Anita began caressing him as he slid his tongue into her hot mouth once again, tangling his tongue with her own as Anita worked her body against his, pulling on his buttocks and pressing up into him.

  Emmet moved to her throat, his body catching her rhythm as he began to grind against her, little sounds of pleasure escaping him as he kissed and licked her throat, his body beginning to hunch reflexively, mimicking the sex act. He was rather strong and Anita thought this promising as she sighed and moaned under him, his huge cock moving back and forth against her. Emmet was going to feel so good when he slid that monster inside of her.

  Anita creamed herself at the thought of it, and Emmet let out a louder groan as her wetness coated his cock with heat. He began to move against her faster, driving Anita crazy with his motions as he fell back to her mouth, his kisses becoming wilder.

  Anita took it as long as she could, but the feeling of his strong, slim body sliding over hers and his hard cock rubbing against her pussy eventually overwhelmed her.

  “Emmet,” she gasped against his mouth. “You have to fuck me now. I can’t take anymore of this teasing.”

  Emmet stopped moving, his eyes hard and hot now, jaw set and nostrils flared. His body trembled with need, his cock full of blood, stiff and hungry.

  He was more than ready to take Anita.

  Chapter 27 ~ Emmet Makes His Mark

  “Are you ready, Emmet?” Anita gasped at him, her body moving under his deliciously as Emmet looked down at her. He swallowed.

  “Yes, Anita,” he rasped, his whole body feeling like a coiled spring.

  “Raise your hips,” Anita said throatily.

  Emmet raised himself up on his hands, then lifted his hips, his cock resting on Anita’s belly. He hissed as she reached between them, grasping his cock and placing it against her entrance, Emmet hissing again as the head of his cock rested against her heat. Anita took her hand away.

  “All right, Emmet…you can….ooh!” Anita cried as Emmet thrust the thick head of his organ a third of the way into her, letting out a groan of pleasure as for the second time tonight he felt something soft, hot and incredible surround him.

  “Anita…hoo…Anita,” he groaned, dropping down on her and covering her mouth with his own as he pushed deeper inside her. Then deeper still until he felt he could go no further.

  Oh God, it was so much more than before, Anita’s softness wrapped almost two thirds of the way around his cock. He could feel her pussy pulsing around him, and Anita cooed with pleasure at the fullness she felt, Emmet’s hard cock stretching her and resting against her cervix.

  Emmet pulled away from Anita’s mouth looking down at her, his mouth slack for a moment.

  “You feel so good, Anita…damn,” he breathed, “So…warm. So soft. So…tight…unnh”

  Anita shifted her pelvis and Emmet gasped, biting his lip against the pleasure.

  “Move, Emmet,” Anita breathed.

  Emmet slowly drew back, groaning as Anita’s soft inner flesh slid around his cock and misjudging the depth, popping out of Anita, who cried out in frustration.

  “Put it back in, Emmet!” she hissed, arching up.

  “I’m sorry,” Emmet murmured at the scowling young woman.

  Damn it.

  Blinking rapidly, Emmet raised himself up on one hand, reached down, grasped his organ and tried to find her entrance again, his excitement and consternation making him clumsy. Anita’s hips rose impatiently for a few moments before Emmet finally found what he was looking for, inserted the head of his cock again with a groan and slid his thickness into her hastily, hissing and hitting bottom rather hard.

  “Oh yes, Emmet!” Anita cried out bucking her hips in reaction to the sting. God that felt good. “Do it again.”

  Focusing, his nostrils flared, Emmet slowly drew back, still up on his hands, his eyes resting on Anita’s apex, watching his shaft reappear from between her thighs. It was almost too much for him and he stopped just before he slid out completely, trembling. He fell still a moment, trying to compose himself and let the tightness he was feeling in his balls pass.

  “Emmet,” Anita breathed…”Please.”

  Emmet looked at her face, which was contorted with need. He thrust his hips down hard, driving into Anita, who let out a cry as he hit bottom again. She looked so beautiful, her mouth falling open, her eyes wet.

  “Oh that felt good Emmet. Keep doing it…keep going,” she said to him, pushing at his waist to make him pull back again.

  Emmet had to go slow. If he didn’t, he felt he would explode. Anita felt and looked so delicious, writhing underneath him, twisting his cock about in her body.

  “Please don’t move so much, Anita,” he groaned at her as he slowly pulled back, resisting Anita’s urgency. Anita’s motions slowed, but didn’t stop completely.

  “Fuck me, Emmet,” she said to him softly.

  Oh God.

  “I will,” he gasped, driving back into her hard again, his plunge checked by her body, Anita jerking and her breasts bouncing sexily. Emmet’s eyes rolled up into his head on that one.

  “Jesus,” Anita moaned, starting to thrust her hips again and running her hands over Emmet’s buttocks. “More.”

  Emmet eased his cock back slowly, careful not to pull out all the way, then thrust back into Anita the way she seemed to like it. He pulled back again, his eyes shifting down to his cock. It was glistening with her juices, and she seemed to be getting wetter.

  “Faster, Emmet,” Anita sighed at him.

  Emmet stroked into her delicious, tight heat again and pulled back quickly, then repeated, his mouth slack as he began to get a rhythm, his hips pumping quicker now, groaning as her slick pussy clasped and sucked his organ. He heard squelching sounds as he stroked through her wetness, and Anita was beginning to sigh, moan and squeal. She sounded as if she loved what he was doing.

  In full stroke now, Emmet dropped down on Anita’s soft body and covered her mouth again in a passionate kiss, his slim body flexing as he lost himself to the sensation of fucking the lovely young woman. He gasped into her mouth as he buried his length in between Anita’s thighs over and over, jerking her body as he drove his cock into her moist, tight sleeve harder. Emmet’s mouth slipped from hers and his face lay cheek to cheek with Anita as he panted against her ear, listening to her moans of pleasure, her hands moving over his body.

  Anita was in heaven as Emmet stroked her with increasing ardor, then let out a howl when he suddenly hitched his hips and whirled his pelvis around, rotating his big cock inside her, stretching her as he did so. When she howled, Emmet jerked in reaction and repeated the motion, wanting to hear her howl like that for him again.

  She did.

  Emmet raised his head and looked down at Anita. Her eyes were hot and wild as she looked up at him. She was so beautiful…so sexy. Emmet began stroking her again

  “Oh, Anita…Anita…God, it’s so good…so good,” he groaned down at her. “Your pussy is so good. My God, it’s like heaven…”

  Anita buckled and gasped as he hit bottom and held himself there for a moment, straining into her before resuming his stroke. Emmet was no expert on fucking, he was just doing what felt good to him. Luckily, it felt good to Anita too.

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p; “Ooh Emmet, you’re so big…so hard…so good. I didn’t know you’d be this good…” she breathed up at him, her face contorting as he hit bottom over and over.

  Emmet felt his chest tighten at her praise and fell to her mouth again, kissing her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in a double penetration of her beautiful body, hunching into her hungrily. Suddenly, Anita shrieked and he felt her pussy grip him with a powerful, clutching pressure. Emmet let out a howl as she came, her hot release pouring over his cock. It was as if a soft, pulsing fist were wrapped around him, coating his cock in liquid fire.

  “Oh shit! Shit! Shit!” Emmet gasped, raising himself up on his hands as his balls tightened and he came, slamming deep into Anita and firing jet after delicious jet of come deep inside her, his eyes rolling up and mouth going slack as his body shuddered uncontrollably, every muscle contracted, every vein standing out in relief against his skin as he released.

  Anita stared up at him as she came down from her orgasm. Emmet looked so hot as he came, straining into her, every muscle in his lean body tensed, his face tilted toward the ceiling, his chest heaving, his deep, feral groans of pleasure filling the room. It hadn’t lasted long, but it was good. Very good. Plus he made her come.

  “Damn, Emmet,” she breathed.

  Emmet looked down at her, panting now, his body relaxing, his brown eyes full of amazement and appreciation.

  Then, he grinned at her and lowered himself, kissing her gently several times. He could feel his cock deflating inside her.

  “I want to stay inside you forever, Anita,” he breathed, kissing her neck, then her cheek. His body was completely relaxed. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this good. “I never want to pull out of you.”

  Anita smiled at him softly and caressed his cheek.

  “I’m afraid you’re going to have to sooner or later, Emmet. We can’t stay linked by your cock,” she chuckled.

  “We can try,” he said, kissing her again.

  He was fully deflated now, but still immersed in Anita’s warmth. Emmet sighed with satisfaction. He really didn’t want to withdraw. Suddenly Anita shifted and he slid out of her wetly with a groan.

  “Sorry Emmet…but I have to go to the bathroom,” Anita said, kissing him then pushing at his body lightly.

  Emmet rolled off her on to his back and watched as Anita slid out of the bed and walked into the bathroom, his eyes resting on her shifting buttocks as she did so. He let out another groan, and let his head drop back to the pillow, a crooked smile on his face.

  He’d finally had sex, and by Anita’s reaction…he was good at it. He had even made her come two times. Once with his mouth, and once with his cock. Still, he wished he could have lasted longer. Maybe he could have made her orgasm again.

  Emmet heard the toilet flush, then the sink turn on for a bit. After about two minutes, Anita emerged from the bathroom carrying a soapy washcloth and a towel.

  “Clean up time,” she said to Emmet, plopping down on the bed next to him, her breasts bouncing as she smiled down at him. Suddenly she pressed the washcloth against his loins, making Emmet gasp and jerk, grabbing her hand. The washcloth was barely warm.

  “We’re…we’re finished?” Emmet asked her, disappointment in his voice.

  Anita looked at him.

  “Why…do you want to fuck me again, Emmet?” she asked him, her voice full of mirth.

  Of course they weren’t finished. She just wanted him nice and clean for the next go round.

  “Yes,” he said, his eyes hot. “And again. And again.”

  Anita laughed. Emmet was a horny little associate. Well, it was to be expected. He had gone twenty-six years without pussy. It made sense he’d want to make up for lost time.

  “We’re not finished, Emmet,” she said reassuringly, “It’s just that you’re going to get all sticky and smelly if you aren’t cleaned up. The scent of old pussy isn’t as good as fresh pussy, believe me.”

  Anita began to wash his pelvis, cock and balls, Emmet hissing as she did so…but it felt good. He watched her move the washrag over his private parts, and Anita felt a little throb beneath the cloth. She looked at Emmet with raised eyebrows. Wow, he recovered fast.

  “Emmet, are you trying to get hard again?” she asked him.

  Emmet gave her a little grin.

  “It’s not me. It’s him,” he said, looking down at his cock, which was slowly rolling over.

  Anita laughed again and rather roughly dried Emmet with the towel. She then stood up and took the towel and washcloth back into the bathroom. When she back came out she stopped and looked at Emmet, whose eyes rested on her body appreciatively. His cock was hardening at a good clip and bounced a bit as he drank her in.

  Anita suddenly gave him a wicked smile.

  “I have a surprise for you, Emmet,” she announced, walking over to the dresser and opening the top drawer. Emmet sat up in the bed, pushing the pillows aside.

  “What kind of surprise?” he asked her curiously as he leaned back against the headboard. Hopefully it involved sex. Lots and lots of sex.

  Anita took something out of the drawer and hid it behind her back, using her butt to push the drawer shut. She walked towards Emmet slowly and sexily, his eyes resting on her bush as she approached. She sat down on the edge of the bed.

  “I noticed something about you when I was measuring you for shirts,” she said to him, the wicked smile still on her face.

  “What?” Emmet asked her, his eyes flicking down to her breasts. He felt like touching them, but didn’t. He wasn’t yet at that point, though he had fucked Anita. Her body was her own. He wouldn’t do anything to it unless she invited him to.

  “When I put the measuring tape around your neck…you liked it. The feel of it…I could tell,” she said.

  Emmet remembered. Yes, he had liked it. It was weird, but it kind of turned him on.

  “Yes…I did like it,” he admitted, his brows furrowing. What did she have behind her back?

  Anita brought her hand around and Emmet felt himself tighten as he saw what she was holding.

  It was a collar. A thick black collar with a buckle and silver studs encircling it.

  “I picked this up at the local pet shop. I already had your neck measurements,” she said softly, studying Emmet to see his reaction. His eyes looked a bit glazed as he looked at the collar.

  “The pet shop?” he repeated hollowly.

  “Yes. Wouldn’t you like to be my ‘pet,’ Emmet?” she asked him.

  Emmet’s eyes slowly moved from the black collar to Anita’s face

  “Yes,” he said.

  “You will have to be obedient,” she said warningly.

  “Yes,” Emmet said again. His cock was rock hard now and stood up in his lap. Anita smiled at him.

  “Lean forward then, and let me ‘collar’ you,” she said.

  Emmet leaned forward, his eyes going half-lidded as he felt Anita loop the leather collar around his neck and tighten it slightly, buckling it securely. She yanked on it a couple of times to make sure it wasn’t too tight, Emmet swallowing as she did so. He liked her yanking on it.

  “Now, let me pet you,” Anita said, bringing her hand to his hardened organ and caressing its length.

  Emmet closed his eyes and let out a little whimper at the contact before opening them and giving Anita a look that made her belly flip-flop.

  “What do you think my first command will be, Emmet?” she asked him.

  Emmet’s nostrils flared as he looked at Anita. He didn’t care what the command was.

  Whatever Anita asked him to do, he’d do it.

  Chapter 28 ~ Anita Confides in Emmet

  “I don’t know, Anita. To…to fuck you again?” Emmet asked hopefully.

  Emmet quickly adapted to using the word “fuck” since Anita used it so easily. It didn’t sound quite so dirty anymore and more than adequately described what he hoped they’d soon be doing again.

  Anita smiled.

  “Event
ually. But don’t worry. I’m no dominatrix or anything. I’m not going to tie you up or have you tie me up. I just thought you might like to have me put something around your neck. It’s all in fun, Emmet. And actually, you look very sexy in that collar.”

  Personally, the thought of Anita tying him up kind of turned Emmet on…and as far as tying her up…he imagined ropes criss-crossing her breasts. Wow, what an image. But he wouldn’t dare to that to her.

  Unless she wanted him to, that is.

  “I look sexy?” he asked, feeling the collar around his neck and running a finger over the studs.

  “Yes, like a slave or something,” Anita replied.

  “I’d be your slave,” Emmet said to the young woman, his face very serious. “I’d do anything you asked me to do, Anita.”

  “You’re so accommodating, Emmet,” she replied, embracing him. Emmet let out a sigh as her body came in contact with his. He felt like taking her down to the bed, but sat there as Anita warm body rested against his.

  Anita didn’t usually hug her partners, because generally the men she dealt with were pickups. Emmet was the first man she’d been with that she had known for a short period of time before engaging. Besides, Emmet was so sweet, it was easy to embrace him.

  Anita liked Emmet very much. He was kind, caring and protective in his way. She had never met anyone nicer or more deserving of a little tumble. Emmet had done so much for her and asked for nothing in return. Nothing at all. Which was why he deserved everything as far as Anita was concerned.

  In fact, if it wasn’t for the way her father kept tracking her down and ruining everything, Anita wouldn’t have minded starting a real relationship with him. He had good qualities, Yes, Emmet was successful and well off now, but that wasn’t what attracted Anita to him. What attracted her was that he was a wonderful human being from the first day she met him, despite the adversity he had to deal with in his life. Emmet had an inner strength that radiated from him, a strength that made Anita feel safe and secure with him. She rarely ever felt that way.

  Anita should have known his sweet nature would carry over into the bedroom. And when the clothes came off, Emmet showed himself to be willing, open-minded and a man who thought of both himself and his partner. Sure, he wasn’t a very experienced man, but once he gained experience…Emmet Barrows was going to be a very powerful lover.