by Dani Wyatt
As much as I want to fuck her, to claim her and mark her flesh, I want more to kiss her. I want to share each breath with her. My cock pulses with my own crazy need and I can only imagine how it will feel the first time I fill her with my seed. In my lust addled mind, I know I’ll root inside her from sheer will if nothing else. I want her bound to me in every way, and I want it as quickly as possible. I will not waste more time. Now that I’ve found my one, impatience rides me like a thorny monster.
Her eyes are fevered still as I bring my face above hers. The way her scent swirls between us, still fresh on me, is making my head swim. A flash of fear crosses those blazing green eyes as I give her snatch one last hard grip before I release her there and lower my head to take her lips.
When I do, just as I thought the moment couldn’t get any better, Ri wraps her arms and legs around me, pulling me closer to her.
As we kiss, we clutch one another tighter and I feel as though we’ve waited lifetimes for this moment. Perhaps lived through past lives together and never been able to get here where we are right now. And as her soft moans fill my ears and my arms wrap even tighter around her soft flesh, I know we’ll never let each other go.
Never.
10
Riona
“But, it’s not fair!” I push out my lower lip and amaze myself at my forwardness—and my childishness.
“Damn it, Ri.” The pain in his voice only urges me on.
I’m laying naked against Brann, snuggled under his arm as we lie on top of the soft bedding. After the series of orgasms he gave me with his mouth, which I’ll admit has shaken something loose inside me, he then followed up with another two brought on by his fingers. For a man who has zero experience in these departments—and I’m as shocked by that as any girl would be—I can testify that he is in fact a savant at giving me pleasure.
I run a hand over his chest. The course dark hair that covers his pectoral muscles tickles between my fingers. The sound of his heartbeat in my ear is quickening, and I do as I did a moment ago, running my palm down the flat of his abs and then gliding it gently over the massive hard length under his trousers.
“Please. You saw mine. Now show me yours.” I giggle as I take joy in the groan that catches in his throat as I start to rub harder.
“I haven’t heard that line that since Suzy Cavendish used it on me behind her dad’s barn the summer I turned fifteen.”
“What?” I gasp the motion of my hand freezing as I even think of him with someone else. Even though it was before me, and he was fifteen I’m shocked at how jealous I am.
“Just kidding. That’s what she wanted. The show me yours, I’ll show you mine deal. But I turned her down. Took the next month at school to live it down with my friends.”
It took a lot of prodding to just get him to take off his shirt and lie here next to me. After tugging at it and being refused, I began to wonder if there was some sort of rejection going on. When the first rise of tears pricked at my bottom lids though…God, it was amazing how his demeanor changed.
You would have thought Brann just heard I needed a darn kidney or something. He’s hard and tough, that’s for sure, but in my heart I know that if I truly want something, or I’m hurting in any way, he would scale mountains and cross oceans to give me what I need.
And right now, I need to touch his cock.
More than that, I swear, my mouth is watering. I want to know what he tastes like. It only took me twenty years, but I’ve suddenly found my libido and it’s making up for lost time.
“Well, what would you say then if I changed that to…” I lift my head so my eyes catch his before I finish… “…you tasted mine, so now let me taste yours.”
As I say it, I grip the steel-hard shaft beneath his zipper and watch his eyes roll back. The power I feel right now has my head spinning.
“You’re killing me.” Brann nearly chokes on the words as I bring my finger to the button on his trousers and pop it open, followed by the immediate lowering of the strained zipper below. “All right then, Christ. I give in. You can put your mouth on me. But I will not fuck you today, Ri. Of that you can be sure.”
As I finish the downward descent of his fly, an awestruck gasp catches on my lips as his penis pops out. I’m suddenly lightheaded and soaking wet.
I get that I am one inexperienced girl, but still. I’ve seen a few pictures and have some frame of reference. I mean, internet and all. What Brann is packing is not under the heading of average or above average.
It’s magnificent.
Not just long, but perfectly thick with these veins.
My god.
The veins.
It’s penis porn.
Blood rushes in my ears as I shift to get a better vantage point. I pinch my lower lips between my teeth, flicking my face toward Brann only to see an animal lust in his eyes that should panic me.
But it doesn’t.
“Go ahead, Babygirl. That’s all yours now. Your responsibility, too. No one else will ever touch me, Ri.” The deep truth I hear in those words shocks me.
The thought that a man like Brann is not only a virgin but has never had sexual contact with a woman before me, is still dumbfounding.
I look down to see drops of pearlized liquid coming from the little slit in the top.
“Just promise me something, okay?” I stare at the engorged, helmet shaped head and admire the vein, as thick as my pinky, that is throbbing on the underside of the length.
“You know if I can, I will. What is it, baby?” He brings a hand down to stroke the back of my hair.
“I want to do it right. I want it to feel good and I have no idea what I’m doing.” The words come out so easily, their truth pushing me forward and removing any inhibitions I would have thought I should have. “Please, just promise, if you want something different, or it doesn’t feel good…or whatever. Tell me, or show me how to please you.”
A rumble vibrates in his chest and cum gathers again at the slit and I reach down and touch the liquid with the tip of my finger, eliciting an even deeper rumble from Brann.
“I promise. Now, if you don’t get your hand or your mouth on me damn fast, your face is about to be wearing a lifetime’s worth of cum. I’m so fucking close already my sweet Gingersnap, just having you here, you saying what you said…I’m on the edge.”
The hand that was a moment ago stroking my hair now tugs at it, sending delicious pain down my back as he pulls at the roots.
I bring my finger to my lips and taste him. It’s magical. Unlike anything I could have imagined, it is pure Brann. Masculine and exciting, sweet and salty, and that pulling sensation deep inside of me throbs.
I hum as I finally reach down and close my hand around the head. More cum races from the tip and I use it to lubricate the first contact and movement. As I do, the few drops become free flowing and my body erupts in a new level of desire.
Pleasing him is pleasing me.
Brann’s hand on the back of my hair tightens again, and he presses my face lower.
“Go on. I need you now.” His words sound urgent and I feel my wetness dripping from me.
I run my rounded fingers up and down his length, amazed at the silky texture of the skin over the metal hardness of what lies beneath.
“Open.” The single word rings in my ears as Brann brings my lips to the head of his cock and holds me there. He is doing exactly as I asked, showing me what he wants, and it’s hotter than anything I could have imagined. “Kiss me. Make love to my cock baby with your mouth. That’s all you need to think about. Making love to me.”
The hand in my hair and his words control me utterly, and I melt under that feeling of being in service to him. In my mind, years of the things we will do together begin to gather. Such a short time we’ve known each other, but I’m beginning to question that linear concept of time. I kiss him up and down, listening to the hitch in his breath as I do and the speeding of my heart with each contact.
I do as he says, a
nd I think about how to make love to him this way. That is my muse as I finish with a few more sweet kisses, looking up to see him looking back down with a fire in his eyes that makes my heart race.
I swirl my tongue around the tip, tasting him again as my hands wrap around his length, guiding it higher.
As Brann’s guidance at the back of my head becomes more insistent, I open my lips and take the soft head into my mouth, listening as a moan of pleasure comes from deep within him. His hips jerk upward and I gently suck, pushing him in and out of my mouth.
He continues to guide me by my hair as I drop one hand down to cup his balls. The cooler skin and the rough texture fascinate me, and Brann obviously likes that contact from the deeper noises and more feverish flexing of his hips.
I do my best to take as much of him as I can, easing him back and forth between my lips and adding as much as I can as I go. II have barely half his length in my mouth before the head nudges the back of my throat and I gag. I do not pull him out though, I find I love the feeling of choking on him.
“You are a good girl.” Brann’s words of encouragement nearly tumble me into my own touchless orgasm.
I nod with his cock still in my mouth, our eyes locked on one another and even that movement seems to draw more sounds of lust from him.
He shifts on the bed, opening his legs to give me more room. I crawl into place between them and immediately see how much better this perspective is than having me off to the side.
I waste no time getting him back into my mouth and the connection I feel is amazing.
Brann’s hands come to grip the sides of my head, and before I know it he’s got himself deep in my throat and I’m gagging, spit dripping from the corners of my mouth, but that only seems to make him crazier. There is nothing shy about me right now, I suck and gag and my eyes are tearing, but I feel more beautiful than ever because he’s looking at me as though Athena or Aphrodite would pale in comparison to what he sees in me right now.
“Fuck.” I work the muscles in the back of my throat, mumbling the word around his cock as his engorged head stays there.
He starts fucking my mouth while holding my head steady and our eyes never lose contact. He grows uncomfortably large in my mouth but I give in to his control over me. My own wet desire is flooding out, running down the insides of my thighs.
Brann’s jaw muscles flex and lock. “God, Riona, I’m about to cum baby, damn it…”
I reach one hand down to massage his balls and he throws his head back on a roar. He slams into my mouth harder as his fingers dig into the sides of my head, causing pain and pleasure and an avalanche of sensation.
The first blast of his cum coats the back of my throat in a pulsing jet. It’s thick, warm and I want to swallow it all, but the sheer size of his cock head grows larger and I choke.
I keep my hand working down on the weight of his balls, wanting all of what is inside there to be in my mouth.
I don’t know how many forceful jets of cum he releases or how long it takes. It seems to last forever and his body is rock hard the whole time, tense and quivering, and I’m sure whatever neighbors may be around his house must have heard the bellowing sounds that are echoing throughout the room.
When Brann finally speaks words, I fight to swallow the last of his cum that coats the inside of my mouth.
“Baby. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, that was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
He gently eases me up and off his still hard cock, pulling me upward to lay me on his chest, then proceeds to correct the errant hairs that are stuck to my face with spit and his release.
His flavor runs through me like a brand. I know I will never do this for anyone else, and my desire to have him inside of me grows nearly unbearable. His cock presses into my belly and I fight the urge to just slip my body higher and take him into my very well lubricated opening. But even now, I know he is right. We will wait, we should wait.
That thought shocks me. Brann hasn’t even officially said anything about what comes next. Yeah, sure he’s made comments, talked about marriage, but until there’s a ring, it’s all just mouth movement.
And how long will it be? A year? A year and a half? A lot can happen in that much time.
Brann’s voice tears me from my thoughts.
“Okay, baby, it’s shower time.”
I reach up to run my finger across the scar that wraps around his neck, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
“Why can’t we just stay here?” I narrow one eye, waiting as he takes a deep breath and I keep tracing the silver skin back and forth.
“Because you still owe me a date, and we’re hours late already.”
“Ugh.” I roll my eyes and set my forehead on his chest, kicking my feet a bit in protest.
“Don’t.” I listen to the rumble come from his chest with the word. “You gave me your word, and I gave you mine. So, come on. Shower, dress and get in the car.”
11
Brann
I made sure that Riona ate before we went anywhere. She protested, said she could afford to lose a few pounds, and I shut that shit down right away. No way is she going to say or think anything like that. She’s perfect, just the way she is, and I wouldn’t change her for the world. She needs to keep eating, and I intend to make sure she does just that.
“This is perfect.” She turns in her saddle and looks over her shoulder at me. For someone who’s never ridden before, she’s an absolute natural. I thought we might have to spend our first session in the training enclosure, especially since we were arriving here so late, but that just didn’t happen. Once she was in the saddle, she was away and running rings around the instructor. “I can’t believe I’m actually riding a horse!”
Her headache seems to have vanished since this morning, and I’m glad. I knew she’d be feeling the effects of the hangover which is why I got her to drink plenty of water last night. I don’t know if she even remembers much of that.
“Just over the next rise, Ri,” I shout, kicking my horse into a trot to close the distance she’s managed to put between us. “We’ll be coming back down to the stables just in time for them to be closing for the day.”
“Oh! No, that’s not fair, I don’t want to leave Snowflake here. I love her, Brann.” Riona leans down close to her horse’s neck and whispers something in her ear, to which Snowflake responds by whinnying and tossing her mane.
I shake my head, laughing. I’m glad she’s enjoyed herself so much. “We’ll have to come back again soon.”
“I don’t want to leave!”
“Well, I have to. There are things I need to deal with this evening, and I need to get you back to your parents before your father skins me alive.”
She giggles and turns to me as I catch up with her. “I’ve loved today. Thank you.”
“My pleasure. Come on.”
We ride in silence over the next rise, enjoying the rolling hills just outside the city limits. This riding stables have a large piece of land with a few woods and some log cabins as well. They look empty at the moment, but I’ve found out from the current owner that they rent them out when the main season starts.
As we come down the dirt path to the stables, the groom is waiting for us with a smile on her face. “You two must have been having fun, I was about to send out a search party.”
“Riona doesn’t want to leave,” I say, shaking my head. “She’s fallen in love with your white mare.”
“Snowflake!” Riona says in protest, and I can’t fight the grin that spreads over my face.
“Is your boss in? I’d like to have a word with her before I leave if that’s okay?”
“Sure.” The groom nods her head, then her expression becomes concerned. “Nothing wrong I hope?”
“Nothing wrong at all,” I assure her, lifting my leg out of the stirrups and dropping down to the ground as I hand her the reins. “Just need to talk a few things through. Whereabouts will I find her?”
“Around
the side there.” She points the way. “First door on your right will take you into her office. You can’t miss it.”
I nod and turn that way. “Thanks.”
“Hey, hold on!” Riona shouts after me. “I’ll come with you.”
“You won’t, not this time.” I smile at her. “Don’t look so worried! I’ll be back for you shortly, but this is a private matter. You go and get Snowflake settled in for the night.”
She pouts, but her hand immediately fists into Snowflake’s mane, smoothing down the hair as Riona makes kissy noises.
Chuckling to myself, I make my way around to the office at the side of the stables and knock firmly on the door. The place is in a bit of a state of disrepair, which I already knew before I came here. Truth is, I didn’t pick these riding stables randomly. I’m just glad that Riona seems to like it so much.
“Come in.” A shrill woman’s voice calls out and I turn the handle. I met the current owner yesterday afternoon on the briefest of flying visits after my appointment to see the house, and she was clearly expecting me back. A smile curls her lips as I step through the doorway. “Ah, Mr. Maguire, I was wondering when you’d be here. I expected you earlier, to be honest.”
“I was out riding with my fiancée. Checking out my new investment opportunity. Have you had an opportunity to discuss my proposal with your partner, Ms. Williams?”
“I have, and we’re in agreement. Some things just happen at the right time. Still amazed at it all.” She stands up and holds out her hand. “We’ll take your offer. But my husband and I stay on until we retire. That’s non-negotiable.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Then I’ll have the paperwork drawn up and sent to your attorney. This time next month you’ll be the major shareholder of the stables.”
“Excellent.” I nod. “Oh, one other thing.”
Her expression turns darker, clearly imagining that I’m about to try to change my offer or something. “And what’s that?”