Fatefully Yours

by Misha Anderson

  "Will you help me? I can't do it by myself."

  Anahí crawls to me slowly and pulls my boxers down carefully, watching my cock as it hardens more. What if she can't accept the man I am today: a man that can’t fucking undress himself to have sex with the woman he loves?

  Love? Why did that word jump into my head just now? Weird, is this love or just desire? I never thought much about it until I met Anahí.

  I extend my arm, silently begging her to surrender and she crawls to me and holds my hand. I pull her to my lap, making her straddle my hips and finish the job of opening her robe, breathing hard when with a twine and a hard pull I rip her panties off. She trembles and I take advantage of the opening of her lips to kiss her. Her lips taste so good, sweet, addicting. I snake a hand to her hair and twine my fingers on that silky waterfall, pulling it lightly so she doesn't run, doesn't flee from me. I hold Anahí's delicate waist and her hands go around my neck, petting the back of my head. My body shivers with her touch and our kisses go from sweet to urgent, hungry. Anahí moans when she feels my hard cock rub her shaved pussy, warm and wet, an irresistible temptation. I drop my head and find her full round breasts ready for my mouth. I take a small brown nipple between my teeth and suck hard on it.

  "Oh, Klaus. That's feels so good."

  I pull her nipple between my teeth and then lick it, leaving it hard and pointed. I make Anahí face me and ask her to surrender to me.

  "You're beautiful, perfect. Be mine, Anahí. Let me show you how much I want you, little cabocla."

  Anahí lets her eyes drop the faces me, embarrassed.

  "I'm scared, Klaus."

  I pet her hair, and give her a chaste kiss on the lips, trying to understand what she fears. I'd never hurt her! All I want is for her to allow me to stroke her, worship her body with my kisses, my hands, my sex, slowly and as caring as she deserves.

  "You're afraid I'll hurt you?"

  "No. I'm afraid of this, of what I'm feeling."

  She takes my hand and brings it to her heart that beats strong and fast, our eyes don't look away, blue on brown. I take her hand and bring it to my heart, unabashedly exposing how I feel too.

  "Don't be. I feel the same...It's so good, Anahí, it makes me feel alive."

  She nods and brings my face to her breast, urging me to taste a little bit more. I suckle her soft breasts like a hungry cub, opening her thighs and drag my fingers on her throbbing, warm, wet folds. I paint her clit with her juices and slowly drag my thumb up and down, chasing the sensitive points of her swollen bud.

  I hold her hips and move them back and forwards, increasing the pressure of my middle finger rubbing her clit and she grinds deliciously on my fingers, quicker and quicker, making me crazy with lust.

  "Pet your breasts for me, baby. Can you feel how heavy they are? Yeah, like that. Good girl. Pull on those hard nipples. I'm going to make you come, my hot little cabocla."

  I slowly slid my finger in her tight untouched pussy, and rub the walls of her sex, in and out, rhythmically. Anahí writhes on my lap and closes her eyes, biting her lips to hold in the sweet moans that escape her throat.

  "Look at me, little cabocla. Come, come for me."

  She moans keenly, purring like an oncilla and squeezes my finger inside her convulsing pussy, pulling it deeper while she faces me with eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

  "Oh, oh!!! Klaus, that was amazing."

  I lick my fingers and Anahí watches me, looking lost and turned on. I slide down and lie on the bed, still hungry, taken in by the unparalleled and uncivilized feeling of chasing Anahí's orgasm. Feeling more like a man in being able to bring pleasure in the girl that chose me to make her a woman.

  "Come here, baby and sit on my face. Today, I'm drinking your honey til I have enough."

  "But Klaus, that's..."

  I won't allow her to feel embarrassed about being mine the way I want her, and I'm going to have her in every way possible, no stupid modesty, no limit to our pleasure. I pull her by her arm and squeeze her ass, bringing her closer to me.

  "Shh, little cabocla. Do what your man says, come here and open up to me."

  Anahí straddles my face and I slowly pull her hips, mesmerized by the sight of her perfect sexy pussy, opening to me like a flower blossoming. Her pink flesh trembles with my tongue, and I taste this paradise in a whole bite, sucking on her ravenously, as if savoring a ripe and juicy fruit. I forget about finesse and suck on Anahí's sex desperately, drenching myself with her juices, snaking my tongue around her clit. I dig my fingers on her hips and bury my face on her soaked sweet flesh, full of her sharp taste. Anahí's thighs tremble on my shoulders and she squirms frenziedly, her sweet juices going down my throat.

  "Klaus, like that. I'm, I'm coming."

  She slides down my body and kisses me, tasting herself on my mouth, her eyes shiny with pleasure.

  "Klaus!"

  "What is it, honey?"

  Anahí rubs her thigh on my still hard wet cock and the sits on my lap, sitting on my hips and whispering what she wants.

  "I want more."

  My naughty sexy little cabocla had a taste of pleasure and liked it. I hold her hair and look at her seriously.

  "You want it all? I understand if you're not read..."

  Anahí guides my cock to her entrance and slides down, stopping when she feels the resistance of her untouched sex in receiving me.

  "Klaus, please, I want..."

  I hold her hips firmly while I explain, slowly sliding into her.

  "At first, it's going to hurt a little, just until you dilate and get used to my cock. I'm only going to move when you say I can, okay?"

  She nods, squeezing her lips together and I pull her ass to my hips, unhurriedly, feeling my cock breaking her resistance, her walls slowly adjusting. I lock my jaw to hold in the unbearable will to come inside her hot body and enjoy the delicious sensation of sliding inside her tight pussy, inch by inch. I play with her nipples, struggling not to move until she starts to, back and forwards, in a slow, delicious, rhythm, impaled on my cock.

  "Like that?"

  My God, what am I going to do with this woman? She wants to kill me!!! Hot as fuck, so tight I'm afraid of hurting her, I'm going to drown in her... I don't understand, so many women have been in my bed and now I look at this Indian goddess wiggling on my lap, penetrated by my sex, and I never felt like this, turned inside out, and, at the same time, complete.

  "Fuck, yes, just like that. You move so good, little cabocla."

  I grab her by the waist, enjoying the movement of her hips going up and down, the wicked way she moves her body, as if her female instincts are telling her how to make love.

  "Move on me, baby."

  "Klaus, I want more, harder, faster."

  "Fuck, little cabocla. I'm going to bury myself in that tight little pussy. So wet, so warm, all mine."

  Our rhythm becomes frantic, I push up while Anahí goes up and down my dick, her hips slapping on mine in a hectic erotic dance, squirming on my arms, until her pussy clenches on me with intense spasms, milking my cock with each one. Her head falls back, shattering into a million pieces around me and I dive inside her body, coming strongly inside her pussy.

  "That's it, little cabocla. Come for me. Feel it, baby. Feel how I'm coming with you."

  "Oh, Klaus. This is so good."

  Anahí falls on top of me, boneless, trembling, slowly closing her glazed eyes, dazed by her orgasm.

  I snuggle her to me, sated, feeling like the happiest man on earth, having in my arms the woman that pulled me out of the dark. Anahí twines her warm arms around me, like a cocoon and I let sleep take me under, exhausted and blissed out.

  CHAPTER 11

  ANAHÍ SARAÍBA

  MY VIKING

  My Viking sleeps exhausted in my arms after we make love and I take advantage that he can't see my hungry gaze to take in the details of his impressive beauty. His shoulder length blond hair that beg me to pass my fingers through it, full, arched
eyebrows coordinating with his long light lashes, the straight aristocratic nose contrasting with a masculine rugged chin, a full mouth, tempting, biteable, and even with a scruffy beard, there's no denying the whole package is too fascinating for a woman to resist.

  I slide my hand over his neck and down his broad smooth chest. I squeeze his strong arm checking under my fingers the well-developed muscles, just right, and continue my inspection, drooling over his hard, lean stomach, thin hair marking the path to his member. My eyes follow my hand's path and stop on his narrow hips and gorgeous cock, that even relaxed is still glorious.

  I slowly look up liking everything I see and notice Klaus looking at me with a naughty smile on his face. Shit! That's embarrassing, he just caught me staring at his cock like a pervert, I look away and he holds my face, kissing me softly.

  "Hi." He rubs his lips on mine and the pulls on my lower lip with his teeth.

  "Hi, Klaus," I sigh, my mind a mess.

  I sit on the bed and he uses his arms to sit up too, reclining on the headboard. We made love, there was no way to run from the inevitable. I fought against it, went down swinging, but go down I did. Being able to escape the attraction and power Klaus has over me is definitely an impossible task. But this rash act brings up so many worrying questions that I don't even know where to start.

  "Klaus, we need to talk."

  He faces me seriously, waiting tensely for what I'm about to say.

  "From the look on your face, this can't be good. But go ahead, little cabocla."

  I decide not to go hedge around it and go straight to the point.

  "This shouldn't have happened."

  Klaus sputter, frustrated.

  "Fuck! I can't believe you're backtracking and we'll be back at square one, Anahí!" He complains, waving his hands, pissed off.

  "Shh, let me finish talking. Like I was saying, this shouldn't have happened, but it did, and I don't regret it for a minute, it was... Wow.

  Klaus frowns and arching an eyebrow, looking curious.

  "What kind of ‘wow’? Like ‘wow, I want to do it all over again’?”

  "Well, how about you show me, first slowly then fast, so I can decide?”

  Klaus looks me up and down then reaches out, bringing me to his lap. I sit between his thighs.

  "Slow," he says, punctuating each word with wet kisses on my neck, making me shiver. "Fast. Soft. Hard. I. Could. Spend. Eternity. Right. Here." He brushes his thumb over my sex. "And be perfectly happy. After this morning, this is how I always want to wake up."

  I push him away slightly and holding his shoulders, tell him seriously,

  "That's what we have to talk about. I don't know what to think about all this, Klaus," I say, pointing at both of us.

  Klaus encircles my waist and asks tensely,

  "What do you mean you don't know? Don't you want me?"

  "Of course I do. That's not what I'm talking about."

  Klaus holds a finger up and interrupts me.

  "Then there's nothing to think about, little cabocla. We're together, and that's it. No need for more conversation."

  "It's not that simple. We need to be discreet, no one can know about us."

  Klaus looks at me, offended, questioning my resisting in acknowledging him.

  "Why not? Are you ashamed of me?"

  "Of course not, but I am your therapist, and if someone finds out about us it can hurt me professionally. I'm not supposed to get into a relationship with you, Klaus. It's unethical."

  "Bullshit, Anahí. We're both single, free, and it's nobody's business. I would never allow you to be hurt professionally. We don't have to answer to anyone about our relationship." He snaps heatedly, and I calm him down.

  "I would still prefer that we keep our relationship on the down low. It's better if no one knows about us until we can find a PT to take my place."

  "Why take you place? What kind of crazy-talk is that? I don't want another therapist."

  Oh, God! Maybe this is not the best time to bring this up, Klaus is going to be trouble when he realizes that I can't be responsible for his treatment, not if he wants us to be together.

  "We can talk about this later, Klaus. But in the meantime, can we keep this between us? Agreed?"

  Klaus shrugs and says moodily, "Fine, if that's what you want!"

  I bite my lip, apprehensive, with the disastrous gaffe we committed, I tell him serious.

  "The other problem is we didn't use a condom, and if..." Shit! I don't even want to think about it.

  Klaus waives off my worries, stating,

  "You don't have to worry about that. Because of the races I have to do periodic exams. I can guarantee I'm clean, you're safe with me.

  "Klaus, it's not only that. I've never used any kind of contraceptive. What if I'm pregnant? I don't even want to think about it. I'm taking the morning-after pill today, to make sure nothing comes of it.”

  Klaus shakes his head annoyed.

  "No, Anahí."

  “Of course I will,” I continue talking, still worried about the consequences of our slip. "I'm not sure if I'm ovulating, but if I take it today, there's still time to stop conception from happening."

  Klaus stops me, firmly.

  "No, no, no! No morning-after pill. What if it's happened already? No, I don't think that's right."

  What century is this man from? I know the right thing would've been to be careful before, but the best thing now is to try and take it back.

  "You don't think that's right, but this is not just about you. Can't you see you're not making sense? I can't be pregnant right now, Klaus. It's my body, my decision."

  He faces me, a mix of disappointment and anger, outraged.

  "I told you no, Anahí. And wait do you say it like that? Like being pregnant from my child is an abomination? It's not because I'm disabled that I'm not perfectly able to care for you and the baby. Ah! I know where you're going with this. First, the whole keeping our relationship a secret. Now insisting with this pill. I know what's happening. You just want to hook up, right? I'm a great lay, but standing side by side with a man like me is a whole different story, right Anahí?"

  Where is he getting this from? The sarcastic tone, the anger with which he accuses me of this nonsense, hurts me. What is this idiot thinking? That I'm the type of woman to sleep around? I jump out of bed and put on the robe again, my hands shaking angrily. Who does he think he is to ask me for any kind of explanation, if a few hours ago he was fall-down drunk, with the Débora-the-skank on his lap?

  I stomp to the bathroom, and he calls my name, which only irritates me more.

  "Anahí, come back here and stop acting like a child. We're not finished talking.”

  He acts inconsistently as hell and I'm the child? Ha! Leave me alone, you son of a bitch. I clean my face, livid and frustrated, thinking how is it possible to go from heaven to hell so fast. A few minutes ago we were making love for the first time. My fucking first time! All so amazing, so perfect. The way he touches me, the way we fit, and then he starts up with that inappropriate talk of pregnancy and asking for things completely out of nowhere. After all, what is the man's issue?

  The room is quiet for a few minutes and I take advantage of the fact that I'm alone and take a quick shower. I leave the shower, wind my hair up in an improvised loose bun and when I look to the door, Klaus is sitting on his chair, on the threshold of the door, watching me put the robe back on.

  Doesn't he understand the meaning of privacy, or is that word not on his dictionary? I stare at him through the mirror, feeling my face burn with anger, furious and by the way he looks at me, with tense lips in a strict line, arms crossed over his chest, we're far from over with this pointless argument.

  Such a ridiculous fight! I think the only reason Renato hasn't heard us arguing is because the sound in the living room stereo is as high as it can get. The voice of Mar'tnália echoes to Klaus's room and we both breath hard, facing each other with a plethora of conflicting feelings.

/>   "I'll come back to you after the day dawns

  To kiss you and to give you all that I've promised

  Every once in a while, think about us, about this that hasn't yet been

  The mind forces us, and the body complies so feelings are distracted

  And in the heat of emotion, we scream and the building falls

  To construct delusions and avoid the back and forwards

  A feeling that comes, too noisy

  It's a foodless narrow alley

  Without you I'm no longer love, or life

  Without you there's no other way out

  Without you I'm no longer love, or live.

  Without you there's no other way out.

  (Alley - Mar'tnália feat. Mombaça)

  He comes into the bathroom saying nothing and pulls me firmly to his lap. I struggle against him but he's not rattled. He undoes my bun, intertwining his fingers on my hair, bringing my face to his in a firm, hard hold. Then Klaus snakes his hand under my robe and holds a breast, continuously rolling my nipple between his fingers.

  "I like your hair down, it's a sin to bind that soft waterfall. And that robe, why are you hiding those pretty breasts from me?"

  I try to push him away, but the impact of his firm, wicked touch on me leaves me weak, dizzy. He tempts me, licking my lips and even while I moan quietly, the anger inside of me is still strong. He kisses me and I bite his lip hard, hurting him, but he doesn't let me go and my bite only makes him hold me stronger. Klaus buries his face on my hair and sucks on the skin on my neck, sucking hard, nibbling my shoulder lustily while he spreads my legs open and drags his fingers on me.

  "Oncilla, so angry, soft, hot."

  I lock my jaw, tense and excited, feeling my sex throb while he pets me faster and rubs the exact spot on my clit that makes it seem to have a life of its own, blinking and pulsating in spasms. I squirm on his lap and her grows harder underneath me, rubbing against my ass.

  "Get up and sit facing me, I want you to feel how hard you make me, my little wild cabocla."

  I do what he tells me, furious and drunk on the orgasm he just gave me.