by Cole Riley
I could tell he wanted me, and I knew his crew was ribbing him about when he was going to make his move on me. But unlike Brian, Xavier seemed quite comfortable taking his time. Of course I wasn’t brave enough to make the first move.
One Saturday after the crew left, Xavier stayed behind to discuss the next phase of the renovations. I served lemonade and cookies out in the garden and tried to pay attention to what he was saying. But my mind kept imagining the more fun things he could be doing with those luscious lips. I could excuse my flushed complexion on the heat. Thank god, there was no evidence of the tingling between my thighs.
He looked like he was about to kiss me and in a moment of sheer stupidity, I panicked. I stood up quickly and made some lame excuse about having to prepare for a dinner party.
Looking disappointed, he got up and politely said good-bye. I wanted to kick myself as I watched him walk to his truck. Even if I’d had a dinner party, I could blow it off for an ass like his.
As soon as his truck pulled out of my driveway, I walked over to the enclosed area of the garden. It was surrounded by high walls and housed an array of lush tropical plants, a water fountain and outdoor shower, though over the years the plants and weeds had taken over most of the space. It was still far from the beauty it’d once been, but there was no better place to cool off in the heat of the evening. I glanced up at the sky. The clouds looked fat and impatient, ready to pour their fury down on the tiny island.
Quickly I stripped out of my dirty jeans, T-shirt and underwear. A rush of cool air embraced my body and I sighed in sweet relief. I turned on the old faucet then stepped under the cooling stream of water.
As the water cascaded down my generous breasts, I imagined Xavier’s hands following suit, gliding around the curve of my hips, and disappearing into the dark valley between my thighs. His hands would be gentle and sure; he would know how to touch a woman. I pinched my nipples and imagined his white teeth grazing my sensitive flesh.
“Oh, Xavier,” I moaned.
“I’m here, baby.”
I spun around to find Xavier standing at the back gate. My first instinct was to cover myself in shame, but the look of pure hunger in his eyes kept me rooted to the sun-baked tiles.
My heart pounded as he walked over to me.
“You came back,” I whispered.
“I forgot to show you the new paint samples, but I think you’d rather see my cock instead,” he whispered boldly.
I gasped and lowered my eyes, but I liked that he was a take-charge sort of guy.
“Don’t do that. I’ve been watching you send me mixed signals for weeks now while I go crazy with wanting you.” He reached out and ran his hand along the side of one breast. “Let’s not waste any more time being coy.”
I shivered as my mind screamed in protest, but my body welcomed him. I wanted him too desperately to refuse. “How quickly can you get out of those sweaty clothes?”
Xavier shook his head. “Not so fast, baby.” He spun me around to face the wall and pushed me up against it. I moaned as my naked flesh made contact with stones that had been basking in the sun all day.
“That’s right, make that wall your friend ’cause you’re going to be there for a while. Spread your arms and legs.”
I did as he instructed. I was terrified and excited. His steely passions made me wonder what he was capable of doing to me, but not knowing made me wet. Xavier pulled down long vines on either side of me. I turned my head to one side and watched him as he selected the softest. He wound the vines around my arms before tying it securely at my wrists.
He stepped back to absorb the full image of me with my arms encased in climbing vines, the sides of my breasts tempting him to untie me and enjoy their succulent fullness. I felt the soft glow of the sun kiss my behind, giving life and color to the beads of water still clinging to my smooth skin. I heard the pull of his zipper, and the loud thud of his work boots hitting the ground as he undressed. He sighed and I envisioned him releasing his heavy cock from the confines of his faded jeans. He came up behind me and ran the tip of his index finger down my spine. I arched my back, luring him to skim the curve of my shapely bottom.
“Tell me how you imagined me in those late-night dreams I know you have,” he coaxed. “Tell me how you see my cock just before your slippery pussy devours it.”
I groaned. “Please don’t make me do this.”
“Would you prefer I left you alone with your dreams? Are you content wanting me only in your mind, or do you have the courage to release all that passion you’ve kept bottled inside all these years like some stale preserves?”
“This is so not me,” I whimpered.
“This is the person you’re afraid to be. You’ve always been afraid to be yourself, haven’t you?”
Xavier dipped his fingers into my wet pussy, and I screamed out in surprise and pleasure.
“Okay, we can play this game your way,” he said as he caressed my clit between his index and middle finger. “I want to see how hot I have to make you before you let go of that damn control.”
Quickly he left me. I turned my head as best I could but couldn’t get him in my limited field of vision until he came up behind me with a white hibiscus flower in his mouth. I looked down in a desperate attempt to catch a glimpse of his cock but couldn’t. I felt the hibiscus on my behind, as soft as butterfly wings.
Xavier waited until I was truly enjoying the softness to introduce the stem to my backside. A sudden prick from a jagged edge made me jump. As he guided the stem down the slippery valley of my crack, I gritted my teeth and groaned.
“I wish you could see how beautiful you look holding this flower in your ass like the perfect vase,” Xavier whispered. “I bet it would look even lovelier in the front.”
He opened my behind with one hand and pulled the flower down to my dark center with the other. When the stem touched my hard, sensitive clit, I cried out his name.
“Are you ready to start talking?”
I wiggled my hips against the assault of the stem. “Oh, yes, just please, don’t stop.”
“Did you have a dream about me last night?” he prompted.
“Yes, a really dirty one. I’m lying in bed, naked, of course, ’cause it’s just too hot for clothes. The French doors are open and there’s just a hint of a breeze. I’m lying facedown on the bed with my ass in the air, and I’m rubbing my clit and thinking of you.”
He removed the flower and replaced it with his fingers. He found my pink rosebud and rubbed it. “Like this?”
“Oh, yes baby, just like that.” I raised my right leg and wedged my knee against the wall. “Yes, do it harder.”
“Continue the story and I will.”
“Okay, I hear you come into the room. I open my eyes and you’re standing there naked. Your cock, my god, it’s beautiful, like a tree trunk, proudly jutting straight out from your body. The size of it scares me a little.” I stopped to catch my breath as he slipped a finger in me.
“Go on,” he urged.
“You walk over to the bed and climb behind me. I feel your hands, doing just what you’re doing now. I beg you for your cock, just like I’m begging now, please, please, please.”
“Not yet, baby, you’re not ready yet.” He moved away from me and when he returned, I felt dried vines on my ass. “Did you ever dream about me spanking you? I bet you’re one of those women who likes being punished for your desires.”
“Yes, sometimes I have dreams of being tied up and getting spanked,” I admitted.
“You mean like this?” The first swipe of the vines was amazing. It stung a little and sent little electric currents straight down to my toes.
“Oh, yes, just like that” I groaned.
He made each lick a little harder than the last until my backside was on fire. Then he soothed it with wet licks from his tongue.
“Please take me now because I don’t know how much more of this I can stand.”
“Oh, honey, you can take a lot more
than you’ve ever thought was possible.”
Xavier knelt down and buried a finger inside me. My lips were so thick, pouting because he wouldn’t give me what I craved most. He slipped another finger into me, teasing my pussy into accepting his expert touch. Despite not getting what I really wanted, my pussy rewarded him with juices as thick as egg whites and sugar whipped up in my kitchen. Violent cries ripped through my body as he inserted another finger, exploring my cunt like no one had before. Suddenly, his fingers slipped out of me and I felt his arms move to either side of my head. I opened my eyes. I felt his warm, heavy breathing on my neck.
“I need to know that you trust me,” he whispered hoarsely. “I want to know if you trust me to take you where you need to go and to do things to you you’d never dream of doing.”
I didn’t trust myself. I was in uncharted territory but at the point of no return. I wanted to see what would happen if I just gave myself over to the moment, trusted Xavier and whatever it was that had drawn us together.
“I trust you,” I said on a rush of relief that felt almost as good as what he’d just done to me. Xavier kissed the back of my neck then slipped back down to my pussy.
Three fingers slipped in easily. The moan died halfway in my throat when I realized he wanted more. I felt the final finger. He cajoled the walls of my pussy to welcome his hand, slowly pushing and twisting, finding my G-spot, caressing and coaxing.
“Tell me the rest of that dream now. Tell me what you really wanted me to do to you.”
With a loud moan of surrender, I gave into the craving I’d buried and confessed how desperately I needed him to make love to me.
“Now you’re ready for me, baby.” He eased his penis into me knowing better than I did what I really needed. If he had been too rough, I would’ve had more pain than pleasure. I wanted to make up for all the times I’d denied myself but a frenzied fuck wasn’t the best way to do it.
The slow steady sensation of him made me realize he’d made the right decision. It would’ve been easy for him to pound into me like there was no tomorrow but there was, and he wanted us to have more experiences like this one. I felt his teeth biting into my shoulder, his hands gripping my hips, testing and waiting until I was ready, until I was so slick he moved inside me with fluid grace. Only then did he increase the rhythm, allow the animal in him to take over.
I wasn’t screaming anymore, I was growling. I wanted to get down on my hands and knees and rut in the dirt while he pumped me from behind. I’d never felt so alive. I felt myself falling and crying, crying and falling, as something broke inside. Everything I’d gone through over the last few months came rushing to the surface, the shattered dreams, and the definition of myself then and now. It came out in my tears and my juices, running down my face and thighs as I came in an explosion of pleasure and pain. I heard Xavier, grunting his way to release behind me. When his body finally stilled, I felt the warmth of his release inside me, just as the clouds climaxed and poured down on us.
Xavier released my hands and spun me around to face him. I couldn’t look in his eyes but openly admired his beautiful semi-hard cock. I pushed him up against the wall and eased him into me.
The rain turned hard, matching the tempo of our frantic thrusts. It felt like tiny pieces of ice beating an island rhythm on my back and behind. My skin felt raw and alive under the onslaught of the wet spanking.
I buried my fingers in Xavier’s hair and cried out as I came. The rain suddenly turned softer and heavier. I started crying as it washed over me, therapeutically washing away the self-deprecating pain I carried with me for so long.
Afterward he took me inside and we had sex again and again and heaven help me again. Even after he fell into exhaustion, I couldn’t shut down. He’d just given me the most incredible experience of my life and I wanted to relive every delicious moment. I decided a soak and a glass of wine was the best way to do it.
While I lounged in warm water and spun sonnets describing Xavier’s cock, sleep finally claimed me. The dream came again. Feeling Jasmine-scented water cover my face woke me up fast. I sat up sputtering and coughing.
Suddenly something flashed in my mind, a long-forgotten night a few months before my mother died. What I’d thought was a dream was actually a repressed memory. I remembered my mother lying in the same tub. I remembered my father kicking open our front door. Grandma was at church and I was in my room. I heard him shouting and cursing at my mother. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom door just as mom threw her wineglass at him. It cut his arm, the blood quickly staining the whitewashed floorboards. He cursed and lunged at her, pushing her down into the water. I screamed and he released her.
“You better not become a whore like your mother!” he shouted at me before leaving.
I hadn’t understood all of the names he’d called her but I knew what it all meant. He didn’t like Mom because she had other men and the things she did with them were bad. If I wanted him to love me, I had to be a good girl. That message had been ingrained in my subconscious and it had set the tone for my life. I wasn’t frigid; being with Xavier had proven that. But knowing the source of my misconception was even more liberating.
I considered confronting my father, but I knew there would be little point. He wouldn’t see how much he’d hurt me and getting him to see things my way wasn’t important anymore. I had to let him and my desperate need for his approval go and move on with my life without the restrictions he’d placed on me.
Instead I cried for the little girl I used to be, the little girl I’d held on to until that very moment. I allowed her to flow down the drain. Then I got into bed and woke Xavier up by running my tongue down his back.
“Are you coming back to bed, baby?” I turned from the stove and smiled at Xavier standing naked in the doorway. It was only half past seven in the morning yet the kitchen was balmy from the heat and my cooking. I was wearing nothing but an apron and a contented smile. My torrid night spent in Xavier’s arms had reawakened my creativity in other areas as well.
“Come here and taste this bread. I haven’t had bread like this since my grandma made it.” I held out a piece of warm coconut bread.
He took my hand by the wrist but didn’t take the bread. Instead, he lowered his head and stole a kiss. “Taste like heaven.”
I gave him a reproving look. “Baby, I’m serious. I finally feel like I’m making the right kind of food. I want your honest opinion because this will be my menu when I finally open.” My hand swept over the kitchen. Almost every available surface held a tempting dish in various stages of completion.
Xavier took the bread and chewed on it slowly. “It is perfect. Your food will always be perfect when you allow the flavors to just be themselves.”
“Yeah, I know that now,” I said softly.
“It’s Sunday. So why don’t you come back to bed and allow me to feast on something I really feel like eating right now?” Xavier whispered.
I pushed him away playfully. “I can’t. I have melted chocolate on the stove. I can’t just leave it.”
“I can think of a better way to use that chocolate.”
Xavier pulled me into his arms and kissed me so thoroughly, all thoughts of cooking went out of my mind. He backed me up against the kitchen table and my bare behind landed on a loaf of warm bread. Surprisingly, it felt good, tactile and pure. I sighed blissfully at this new experience. Sensing it, Xavier untied my apron, spun me around, and bent me over the table. My breasts sank into the loaves.
I moaned and seconds later, I felt warm chocolate being spread with a big wooden spoon on my behind, down my legs then up my back. I felt covered in a big, warm orgasm. Xavier playfully knocked the spoon against my behind when he was done.
“Oh, do that again, that feels nice,” I cooed.
“You just love a good spanking, don’t you, girl?”
I smiled. “Isn’t that what you do to bad girls?”
“And you’ve been such a bad girl, haven’t you?” He hit
me again, this time without mercy, and I begged for another.
“What do you feel when I hit you? What does the pain do for you?”
I thought about it for a second. “I guess it gives me power over my pain, physical and emotional. It allows me to turn it into something that’s beautiful and feels so damn good. I thank you for showing me how to do that.”
“I can show you because I’ve been there myself. But right now I just want to taste you.” He cleared a path with his tongue from my cheeks to the nape of my neck. “It tastes even better paired with your skin.”
He licked the spoon clean before rubbing it against the folds of my pussy. The big spoon cupped me perfectly. I reached behind, cupped my cheeks, and opened myself up to him. He ran the spoon over my clit, pressing gently into the tender nubbin. I started hissing like a feline. There were no words to let him know how exquisite it was.
He seemed to know exactly when to replace the spoon with his penis. I stretched out my hands and grabbed the other side of the table. He reached his long body over me and placed his hands on either side of mine. My body pressed into the food as we used the table to drive him deep into me.
I started humming. It was the only thing I could think of. I hummed a nonsensical song over and over until my thoughts jumbled into each other and nothing made sense except the force of his thrust, which I felt in every fiber of my being. When we came, Xavier buried his face in my neck and released a string of curses into my hair. It seemed a long time before we could move and even longer before my body wanted to be separate from his.
Finally he lifted himself from the table and pulled me up. I laughed as I gazed down at the food stuck to my body and the chocolate covering his.
“We desperately need a shower.”
Xavier swung me up into his arms. “I can’t think of a more perfect place for dessert.”
I learned he had an insatiable appetite for food and sex, and I was like a virgin. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him.