by Sable Hunter
The warm sun felt good on her skin. With a sigh, Glory raised an arm to cover her eyes. With a contented yawn, she decided to take a catnap.
In a few minutes, she dozed off…
…Coming down the road, T-Rex was arriving home early. To his surprise, Remy Edwards had shown up to help him lay shingles. T had been so surprised he’d almost fallen off the roof. To add to his shock, Remy had something to say to him.
“Beaumont, it pains me to say this, but I was wrong about you.” He’d wiped sweat from his brow and frowned in the sun. “To my lifelong chagrin, I’ve found my sister is usually right. Lauren believed in you, and you’ve held up your end of the bargain. You’ve turned your life around. I’ve watched your career with the Corps. Impressive. But the most impressive thing is what you’ve done around this place. You’ve single-handedly refurbished the whole building - painted, sheetrocked, repaired the sidewalk…” He waved his hand around. “Anyway, I came here today to tell you that I respect you and if there’s anything I can do to help you, just ask.”
Of course, T had been gracious, thanking the man for his admission. He hadn’t been holding his breath waiting for an apology from Edwards, hell – he didn’t deserve an apology from the man. And he sure didn’t require a thank-you from Lauren, the best thank-you he could ever receive was to watch Teague Middleton grow up. Thanks to good doctors, she walked with grace and beauty. The days he worked at the women’s shelter were his therapy. Lauren Middleton, his work at the shelter, and his AA meetings had saved his life.
When Remy asked if there was anything he could do for him, T-Rex made a request, giving the DA information on Jimmy Dubois, going so far as to describe Glory’s underwear T thought he’d taken. Petty theft wasn’t much of a charge, but he bet once someone got a chance to check out Dubois, they’d find more.
Parking beneath the tree, he stepped out of his truck. Always conscious of his surroundings, he didn’t miss the subtle changes. Glancing around he saw a clean yard, several piles of leaves ready to burn, a full kindling box, and…a naked woman on his houseboat.
All the air left T’s lungs in a whoosh.
“Holy merciful mother of God.”
He knew better. He had rules. His life was meticulously planned and no woman was on the map. Even as his mind tried to talk him out of it, his legs were moving toward the prize. “Not fair, so not fair.”
Woof! Woof!
Buford’s barking woke Glory up. She sat up, aware she might have laid out a little too long. “Great. All I need is a sunburn.” Glancing up to see what had the dog in such a tizzy, her eyes landed on the intimidating figure of T-Rex Beaumont fast approaching. “Oh, my goodness.” He didn’t look happy. Part of her wanted to get up and run – to hide. But part of her wanted to entice, to tease, to see if she could get a reaction out of this man she desired more than life.
Instead of hiding, running, or covering up, Glory stretched her arms out behind her and reclined, with one leg bent, her breasts thrust boldly out for him to see.
Like most Southern boys, T had spent his fair share of time at the little Southern Baptist church in town, attending Bible School and Wednesday night youth activities – mainly because those functions served as a chance for him to get out of the house and away from his father. He wouldn’t say he was a religious person, it was hard to believe in a God who would allow a man to savage his family the way Big Rex Beaumont had. T had absorbed many of the Old Testament stories – Jonah and the whale, the three men in the fiery furnace, and Moses parting the Red Sea. Never – never in all his born days, did T-Rex Allen Beaumont expect to see one of those timeless tales come to life in front of his eyes.
But that was exactly what was happening. He’d stepped back into the eons of time and was now walking in King David’s sandals as he beheld the temptress Bathsheba bathing on the rooftop.
His knees were weak. His heart was pounding. His cock was hard. And his resolve to deprive himself of the delights of the flesh was gone.
For the moment…totally forgotten.
Glory lifted her eyes to search his face. She tried to appear calm, casual, waiting for the verdict. In essence, she was offering him all she had – all she was, all she could give him with an open heart. Would he scorn her? Would he reject her? Would he evict her from his presence?
T boarded his vessel, stepping down from the dock with enough force and enough determination to rock the boat – literally.
Glory’s mouth grew dry. Even though she tried to be still, her body began to react to his glare. Her legs drew up, her body folded, and she began to rise. The next time she glanced up, it was to see he was standing right by her with his hand outstretched to help her stand. “I didn’t know you’d be back so early, T.”
She placed her palm to his and his big hand engulfed her own. T said nothing.
“I should have covered up when I saw you. I’m sorry.”
He drew her to her feet.
“Are you mad, T?”
“Shut up, Glory Bee.” T pulled her delectable naked body to him, his arms wrapping around her. He closed his eyes in ecstasy, feeling like he could breathe for the first time in a decade.
“Long as you’ll hold me like this, I’ll never speak again.”
Placing his palms beneath her sweet bottom cheeks, T-Rex lifted her to his lips. “You’re still talking, short-stuff.”
When his mouth covered hers, Glory melted. This was different from his other kisses. This one held…promise. He rubbed his lips back and forth across hers, like he was luxuriating in their texture. Feeling secure in his arms, she framed his face with her hands, loving the feel of his five o’clock shadow on her palms. With the tip of her tongue, she teased his mouth, wanting to immerse herself in his kiss. “Please.”
T groaned, clutching her closer. “I love this, God, I love this.”
On his last word, she layered her lips to his and made herself at home, taking what he offered and being grateful for it.
Moving blindly, T carried his precious burden inside the houseboat cabin, making for the big, platform bed he knew awaited him. As if breaking a hunger strike, he drank from her lips, then placed her beautiful body on the bed. She looked like a lavish banquet laid out for his enjoyment. “You win.” He began to strip his clothes off. “I can’t resist you any longer.”
Every feminine instinct Glory possessed came to the forefront. Her lips parted, her tongue wetting the top one. She arched her back, offering him her breasts. And she parted her legs, giving him a glimpse into the place she needed him the most. “Come to me, T. I’ve been waiting so long.” Slinging off his shirt, now fully nude, T-Rex towered over her. Glory took him in, her eyes feasting on his perfectly formed body. “I knew you’d be beautiful.” Raising up in the bed, she reached for him. “I can’t wait to touch you.”
There was no going back, but he had to make himself clear.
“I need you more than air, Glory.” His whole body vibrated with desire, his cock was strutted and aching. “I’ve starved myself, you’re a constant reminder of all I’ve lost.”
“Indulge. Splurge. Sate yourself in me.” She gave him permission to do with her what he willed.
T was nearly blind with need. “This can only be a one-time thing, Glory. I need you to understand. When this is over, we’re over. We go back to just being friends.”
Glory swallowed, not liking what she was hearing. “Once? Just once?” She knelt in front of him, he’d still refrained from accepting her hand. “Only a taste of paradise?”
Her big violet eyes beseeched him, but he stood firm. “That’s all I can offer. Take it or leave it.”
Glory gave him a sad smile. Closing the distance between them, she placed her palms on his chest. “If we only have one time, we’d best make it count.”
With a harsh groan, he hauled her close, devouring her lips as his hands began feverishly rubbing and massaging her body. T couldn’t get enough. Even the palms of his hands were hungry, caressing and grasping –
plumping her breasts, skating across her thighs and around to cup her curvy bottom.
He wasn’t gentle, yet he wasn’t rough – he seemed desperate.
Glory surrendered, welcoming every touch, every kiss. She’d have bruises on the morrow, but she’d treasure every one. “I want to explore you,” she whispered, when his mouth had slid from her lips to her neck. He was gasping for breath, his big body trembling beneath her fingertips.
“Can’t,” he growled. “I can’t wait. It’s been too long.” If he didn’t get inside of her soon, he’d cum just from sheer excitement. Guiding her to lie flat on the bed, he tugged until her hips were right on the edge. “Ready for me?”
Glory thought she was ready. If willingness counted, she was more than ready. “Yes, please.” She clutched the sheet to stabilize herself as he lifted her legs, spreading them wide to make room for his big body between them. All she could do was watch him, wishing she could touch. From this angle, she finally got a good view of what hung between his legs. She’d been right, he was proportionately big all over. “Oh, God, T-Rex, you’re so…”
Almost blind with need, T couldn’t think, all he could do was feel. Taking one of Glory’s legs, he propped it on his upright body, her small foot resting on his shoulder by his face. With the other hand, he rubbed himself, knowing in the next few seconds he was going to be sinking deep into her wet heat.
“T…” Glory whispered, remembering all the warnings she’d received. “You’ll need to use protection. I’m not on the pill. I can’t take it.” This was true, the estrogen played havoc with her blood pressure. “Alien blood, you know. My body can’t process human medicine.”
Not able to process today’s whopper, he assured her. “No worries. I can’t father children. I’ve had a vasectomy.”
His statement stunned and saddened her – but now wasn’t the time to address that concern. “Oh, okay.” She’d barely got the words out, when she felt the tip of his dick breach the opening of her sex. “Oh, T…” she whispered, her eyes widening as he pushed hard, impaling about half of his length. Quickly, she squeezed her eyes shut, shocked at how it felt. Glory clawed at the covers, biting her lip, determined not to cry out. This was what she’d been begging for - - surely pain wouldn’t be the only thing she felt.
“Glory, fuck!” T bellowed as he buried his cock deep within her. It felt like his aching member was being immersed in a tight glove of wet velvet. Ecstasy rippled over his body as he pulled out and slammed back, trying to work his considerable length into the small channel closing around him like a vise.
“Oh!” Glory yelped, her back arching as she tried to accommodate his invasion into her most tender place. Unbidden, tears began to leak from her eyes.
Completely oblivious to anything but the pleasure he was receiving, T-Rex slid in and out of the tightest pussy he’d ever felt. How had he ever thought he could survive without this? Sweet Glory had tempted him until he’d been unable to resist. Now, he was claiming everything she offered. Flexing his hips, he pumped in – pulling out – plunging back.
“Um!” She raised her head, biting her lip. Glory didn’t want to ask him to stop. If she just had something to hold onto…like him. “T, could you hold me?” She held her arms out.
Her voice pierced his pleasure. Pulling himself from the euphoric cloud, T opened his eyes and looked down at Glory. What he saw robbed him of breath. “Glory?” Cutting his gaze to where they were joined, he almost died when he saw blood on his cock. Stepping back, he unsheathed himself completely. “Why didn’t you stop me?”
“No!” She held out her arms. “I don’t want you to stop,” she pleaded. “I just need a second. Please, come down here. If I could hold you…”
T felt like a monster. Fuck! He was still hard, even in the face of her pain. “You told me you liked sex. You didn’t say you were a…virgin!” He spat the word out like it was bitter.
“I’m sorry. I should have, I know.” She held her hands out again. “Come back, please. If this is the only time we have, I want it all.”
He groaned. “You’re hurt.” Grabbing a tissue from the bedside table, he wiped his traitorous cock. “Let me take care of you.” Leaving the room, he went to the restroom, returning with a wet washcloth.
Glory was shocked when he began wiping the blood from her inner thighs, then pressing the warm cloth to the pad of her femininity. “I’m all right. Women have been giving up their virginity since the beginning of time. I am not hurt.” When he moved away, she sat up. “You were just so big.” Dashing the tears from her face. “Can we try again? I don’t want to stop.”
After all of this, T felt his erection begin to flag.
“Oh, no.” Glory mourned. “Did I do that?”
T moved back, trying to gain perspective. Seeing Glory’s face, he knew he couldn’t leave it like this. “I’m sorry, Glory. I didn’t do this right. It’s been so long, I was too excited, too desperate to take my time.”
“Tell me what to do to make it good for you,” she offered with hope in her eyes. “Don’t stop now, please.”
T-Rex gazed at Glory, trying to absorb this person who was unselfishly offering him all she had without asking anything in return. “Well, if I cum once before, maybe I can last.” He took his cock in hand and began working his fist up and down. “Just let me look at you while I do this.”
“Oh, let me, please.” She stood next to him. “Sit down and show me what to do. I’d love to learn how to do a hand job.”
Hearing the phrase come from her lips made him shake. “Are you sure?” Just having her hands on his body would be a relief.
To his surprise, she urged him to sit, going to her knees on the floor between his legs.
“You aren’t hurting? You’re okay?” He couldn’t believe he’d been reduced to mindlessly fucking this woman and not realizing he’d been her first. “I didn’t feel a…barrier. You were just impossibly tight.”
“And you’re impossibly big.” She shrugged and smiled, her hands on his thighs, her face looking up into his.
T ducked his head. “I didn’t think.” He lifted a hand to cover one of her breasts. “I couldn’t think. God, just look at you.”
Glory leaned into his touch, her own hand creeping closer to his manhood. “Can I touch now?”
“Oh, yea.” He leaned back on one hand, taking his cock in the other.
“Show me.” Her eyes ate him up. Even flaccid, he was impossibly big. “I don’t see how I took all of that inside of me.”
T chuckled. “You didn’t, but you will. Women are wonderfully made to be exactly what a man needs.”
“And apparently vice-versa.” Glory licked her lips as she tentatively touched him, seeking to replace his hand with hers. T jerked and hissed at her touch. “Did I hurt you?” she asked.
“No,” he moaned. “Feels incredible. Just do it like this.” He showed her how to hold him, then covered her hand with his, moving it up and down.
Glory smiled. “I like this. Am I doing it right?”
Couldn’t she tell? He grew hard in her hand. T was entranced, her eyes fuckin’ twinkled as she worked him over, catching onto the rhythm as if she were born to it. “Oh, yeah. I’d say you’re getting the hang of it.” His hips flexed up as she tightened her grip and began passing the pad of her thumb over the tip.
“Feel good?” She was curious about the pearly drop of milky liquid that beaded on the top. With every pass, she teased it, loving that as soon as she rubbed it in, another drop would reappear.
When she lowered her head, T held his breath, mesmerized at the way she lapped at the head of his dick. “Fuck, baby!”
Glory jumped a little, then laughed. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
“Please don’t.” At her downcast look, he rephrased his comment. “Please don’t resist, I mean. I’d die for your mouth on me.”
“Oh, okay.” She gave him another dazzling smile, then leaned in to place her lips right on the top. T held his breath
as she applied exquisite pressure, sucking a little as she pushed her lips down, widening as she took the whole broad head into her mouth.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped, his eyes rolling as he threw his head back. “You’re slaying me, Glory.”
She took his words as a compliment, which only served to make her try harder to please him. All she knew of this act was what she’d read about, so Glory knew her efforts were probably amateurish and awkward. No matter, maybe her enthusiasm would make up for her lack of expertise.
T watched in wonder, his whole body lighting up like a flare, as Glory took her maiden voyage into giving head. She was adorably uncoordinated, unable to keep her hand moving up and down as her lips and tongue paid their own form of homage. As his breath came in pants, T-Rex discovered that none of that was important. He’d never felt anything so good, his cock was hard as steel, and he wasn’t going to last long enough for the water to get hot.
Collapsing back on the bed, T just gave himself over to whatever Glory wanted to do to him. He loved it all, every fuckin’ bit. This time it was him clawing at the covers as he helplessly lifted his hips, relishing every exquisite second.
When he fell back, Glory moved closer, resting her hands on his body as she took as much of him in her mouth as she could. Considering all she’d been through, to be here with him, like this – it was what she’d dreamed about. To be normal, to be like other women, to have the chance to be with a man whom she respected and desired.
Up and down, her mouth moved on his thick shaft. Tongue swirling, around and around the broad head. Perfect suction. Licks and laps. Glory gave and T accepted.
“Glory,” he moaned. “I’m cumming, you need to…Fuck!”
As he growled and cried, Glory stayed with him, accepting his release without restraint, her fingers digging into his thighs, holding on as his big body bucked beneath her.
When his vision cleared, T rose and took Glory in his arms. When she squeaked her surprise, he covered her mouth with his, reversing their positions, placing her on the bed and going to his knees between her thighs. “My turn,” he whispered, “this is what I should’ve done to start with.” His eyes met hers. “I can think now, I’ll do better.” He gave her a big smile.