by D. Morrissey
“Oh my God, baby,” he whispers, rubbing himself harder, and pressing his hips toward my mouth. I take his cock with my wet fingers, stroking him up and down, lubing him with my own cream, as I gently suck and lick his balls. He grips my head with his hands, and he sighs loudly. This is my dream. He is my dream.
I press my tongue firmly against the bottom of his dick, licking upward until I reach the very tip. I slide my mouth over the head and gently suck, rolling my tongue around in circles before I move my mouth downward, taking him further and further in until I feel him at the back of my throat. Please don’t gag. Please don’t gag.
He gasps and moans, flexing his hips and pulling my head closer to him. I slide my mouth back up, sucking and licking as I go. When I reach the tip, he pulls my head back down, pushing his hips forward and then back, as he pulls my head away. Soon, he’s fucking my mouth with noisy pleasure and I’m really getting into it when suddenly, he steps back again, grabbing his cock with both hands.
“Damn!” He groans and I look at him confused as I wipe my mouth.
“You’ve got to stop,” he says forcefully, his face looking almost pained.
“What’d I do? Did I hurt you?” I ask, appalled by my apparent lack of BJ skills.
“Um…no, Not hardly. But, you almost made me come,” he says, removing his hands from his massive erection and lifting me to my feet. Oh! That’s good. Right?
“And I’m not ready to do that yet.”
He kneels down in front of me now, pulling down my sweats as he goes. I place my hand on his head, balancing myself as I step out of them. He raises his head, staring, admiring me as he tosses the sweats to the floor behind me. Leaning forward, he reaches up, cups a breast in each hand, and he squeezes and kneads as he trails kisses down my belly, running his warm tongue south along the soft hairs of my happy trail.
“Ah.” I breathe, paralyzed. He moves his hands to my thighs, stroking me up and down, squeezing, teasing. I close my eyes, thankful again that I shaved this afternoon, but not sure how much more of this I can take.
Mercifully, he cups my ass in his hands and jerks my hips toward him, burying his face in my patch as he rains kisses on my swollen clit. I twist my fingers in his hair as he feels his way up my thigh and his fingers find my wet, wanting lips, and I gasp. “Oh, Cal.”
“You are so wet.” He pants, licking my clit and drilling his fingers inside me with renewed excitement.
“Ooh,” I moan, sure I can come, will come, any second now.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, shifting himself further beneath me so his tongue has better access.
I do as commanded and I’m rewarded with his wet, hard tongue licking me up and down my swollen lips. His fingers resume their drilling as his mouth moves back to my clit. He licks it once, twice, and then closes his lips around it, sucking noisily as his fingers press firmly against the wall of my pussy.
I cry out as an all-consuming tide of pleasure radiates through me like an ocean current. Wracked with wave after wave of delightful contractions, my entire body spasms. Finally, he eases the pressure from his tongue, and he braces me, holding me up so that I don’t collapse into a quivering mass on the floor.
Slowly, I open my eyes, still reeling from the best oral orgasm, the only oral orgasm, I’ve ever had, and I see that he’s watching me intently. Oh my gosh! What does my orgasm face look like?
He smiles, clearly pleased, and then moves his hand to his cock, stroking it slowly with his wet fingers. It’s so fucking erotic I almost come again.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
I smile, guessing my orgasm face isn’t too terrible. “That was…” I look for the right word, but I can’t seem to find one that describes the amazing breath-taking nature of what just happened. “Incredible.”
He stands, releasing his cock, and swoops me up off my feet as if I’m a feather, and I squeal. He turns around and lays me gently on the bed, crawling on top of me, straddling me on all fours. I watch as he raises his fingers to his lips and runs them slowly beneath his nose. He inhales deeply and then pops them into his mouth. I can’t believe he just did that!
He closes his eyes and moans. “Mm. My God. You taste sweet.” He smiles and bends forward to kiss me so that I can taste myself on his tongue. My body responds like a trained seal, and I feel my muscles begin to tense. No way!
His hand migrates back to my breast, caressing and fondling, as he presses his nearly-bursting cock against my mound.
“Mm.” He moans, gently moving his kisses to my cheek, my ear, and my neck as he rolls and squeezes my nipple between his fingers. Ow! It only almost hurts, but the pain seems to build into a liquid lust that surges straight for my pussy.
His lips move to my breast, circling his tongue around my nipple, sucking and biting. I arch my back and moan in ecstasy. I want him in me. Now.
Mind reader that he is, he stops, raises back up on all fours, and looks me directly in the eye.
“I’m sorry, Miss Carter. But I’m going to have to fuck you now,” he informs me.
“Oh,” I pant. “Okay.”
Somehow, some way, I come to my senses enough to ask the million dollar question. “Um…do you have a condom?”
He smiles. “Don’t need one.”
I look at him, alarmed. “But…”
“You’re on the pill, you went to the doctor last year, and you got a clean bill of health. You haven’t been with anyone since then.” He grins mischievously and the tip of his cock bumps impatiently against my pining lips.
How the fuck does he know that?
“It’s in your file,” he answers, even though I haven’t actually spoken the question aloud. I start to wonder exactly what kind of file it is.
“Well, how do I know you…”
“Because I got tested six months ago and I haven’t been with anyone since either.”
I stare at him for a moment, unsure whether I should slap him or fuck him really hard. He leans down and kisses me softly on the lips as he reaches one hand beneath me and gently lifts my ass so that the tip of his cock barely enters me. I gasp.
“Ready?” he whispers.
I raise my legs so that my knees rest against his warm body and I nod my head slightly. “Yes.”
And, with my consent, he thrusts hard into me.
“Ah!” I cry out from the sharp, stabbing pain between my legs that I haven’t felt since my first time with Steve. “Slow,” I beg.
He remains still for a moment, gently rocking his hips back and forth, as he rubs my cheek with his thumb. Oh, that feels good. He leans forward, licking and teasing my nipple with his tongue.
“Mm.” My back arches off the bed again.
Slowly, he raises his hips, and then eases himself back into me again. My body relaxes, adjusting, and I flex beneath him, pushing my hips against him, burying him deeper inside me.
He closes his eyes and groans in exquisite pain. “Baby, don’t. You need to be still. You’re so tight. I can’t …”
“Just fuck me. Please,” I plead, releasing us both from this sweet agony.
He sits straight up, exhaling as he grabs my ankles and pushes my legs outward toward my chest. Then he groans something I can’t understand as he pounds into me once, twice, three times and I explode around him, crying out some desperate garbled plea for mercy. My muscles contract around his cock, spasming in blissful rapture, and it sends him tumbling over the edge, into the beautiful abyss behind me.
“Fuck!” he screams as he detonates inside me, grinding his hips into me and pulling me harder into him. He pumps into me again. “Oh, Ellie.” He moans. And then one last time, his head rolling back in ecstasy. “Ahh. Baby.”
Finally, he collapses onto his elbows again, careful not to crush me. He rubs my hair with his fingers and then kisses me softly on the lips, but he doesn’t pull out of me.
“I think I just might sleep right here tonight,” he says, pushing his hips into mine.
> “Mm.” I smile, my eyes closed, fully sated now and barely able to move, much less talk. I run my hand lazily over his waist, up his stomach, and through the light powdering of hair on his chest. “I think I might just let you.”
“Good. It’s agreed then.” He chuckles, kissing me lightly on my cheek and my hair. “Except, I’m afraid you won’t get much sleep if we stay like this. And, you look completely wasted.”
I open my eyes, suddenly alarmed that he might think this wasn’t absolutely the best fantasy sex of my life. An, that would be terrible since I definitely plan on getting some more of it soon.
“I’m sorry. It’s all your fault, you know.”
“My fault?” he asks, surprised.
“Yeah. All your scandalous roguery today. And then the hot naked monkey sex tonight. I’m not used to all this excitement. You wore me out.” I grin.
“Scandalous roguery? Hot naked monkey sex?” He grins back at me and my heart skips a beat. Damn! He’s even handsomer when he’s inside me!
“Get some sleep.” He plants a chaste kiss on my lips and then slowly rolls over. “You’re going to need it. I plan on having some more hot, naked monkey sex in the morning, and then dazzling you with some exceptional roguery in the afternoon.”
Oh goody! I giggle as he pulls me to him and I settle into the crook of his arm. I drift off to the sound of his steady breath beside me, a satisfied smile on my face.
Chapter Thirteen
I wake up and blink several times, trying to remember where I am. Oh, yeah. I glance over and see the outline of my sexy hitman in the predawn light flowing in from the skylight overhead. I smile, stretching and wondering if I can go to the bathroom without waking him up.
I slip quietly out from under the covers and tiptoe naked to the toilet. I sit down, looking around and squinting, trying to find something to wrap around me. Being naked in the dark is one thing. But naked in the daylight is something totally different. Not sure I’m quite ready for that yet.
I take full advantage of my alone time by splashing some water on my face and running a washcloth over my sexy parts. A whore’s bath, Aunt Jo calls it. Then, I check my breath, blowing into my cupped hand. Hm. If I were a toothbrush, where would I be? I find one in the medicine cabinet, along with toothpaste, and a hairbrush.
Finished, and finding nothing but a washcloth to cover myself, I sneak back to the bed and crawl in. He moans, rolling over to face me and then feels around for me with his hand. It almost makes me giggle. Finally, he finds me and drags me across the bed to him. I flip over on my side, and nestle my back against his chest.
“Mm.” He moans again, his hand creeping up my stomach to cup my boob. He squeezes my nipple between his fingers and then drops his hand to the other breast to repeat the process on my other one. Jesus, even in his sleep.
It takes about three seconds for me to feel something long and hard pressing against my butt cheeks. I smile as he tightens his grip on my breasts, pulling me hard against him, and flexing his hips to push his cock deeper into my cheeks. He’s awake now. All of him.
He kisses my back and my shoulder, as he runs his hand down along the length of my body, petting and caressing. I squirm against him, suddenly wanting him inside me desperately.
His hand moves across my ass and down my cheeks, gently parting my thighs so he can stroke my pussy. I gladly grant him access. He cups my lips with his palm as he toggles my swollen clit, then drags his finger down through my throbbing lips. I moan loudly and press my hips hard against him. His finger slips inside me, circling and driving and I wiggle and writhe, almost ready to come in his hand. He stops. No!
“Oh, Ellie. You’re so wet,” he whispers in my ear, sounding both surprised and delighted, and I wonder if there’s something wrong with me.
“Come here.” He reaches under me and lifts me up and around until I’m sitting on top of him, straddling him with my legs. “I want to look at you.” He lies back, smiling, as he hooks his fingers behind his head, running his sleepy eyes up and down me shamelessly. He’s such a voyeur.
I’m sure I blush. It’s early morning, but still a lot more daylight than I’m comfortable being naked in. Then, he stretches and flexes his hips against me, and I forget about my shyness. I lean over, straddling him on all fours.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Stone. But I’m going to have to fuck you now,” I say, smiling, and I move my hips slowly across his enormous morning erection, rubbing myself back and forth until he’s covered with my wet desire. He closes his eyes slowly, his mouth drawn into a taut O, as he sucks in his breath sharply. “Ooh, yeah.” He moans, flexing.
I reach down, taking him in my hand, and I guide him inside me. Unhooking his fingers, he reaches for my waist and pulls me hard onto him as he groans. I rock slowly, staring at him, more convinced than ever that he is the most beautiful man in the world. I raise my hips, and he looks at me, his dark eyes flaming, and I claim him again slowly, fully, and totally.
“Jesus.” He breathes, sitting up and digging his fingers into my ass.
I pull his face to my breast and I rock against him, running my fingers through his hair, across his shoulders, and down his back. He suckles and nips and I ride him faster. He falls back against the pillows again, closing his eyes, and surrendering himself to the pleasure as I sink onto him over and over.
“Stop! Not yet!” he shouts, sitting up suddenly and wrapping his arms around me to still me. He kisses my chest, nips my nipple, and then lifts me gently off of him and onto the bed.
He climbs to his knees, bends me over in front of him, and then slaps me hard on the ass. What the fuck? That hurt! And I’m pretty sure I was the one who was supposed to slap him today!
I don’t have time to think about it before he slams back inside me again. He stretches his hands up my back and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling me back toward him as he grinds into me. Ow! Then he lets go, laying his chest on my back, and reaching around to squeeze my breasts while he drills in and out of me slowly.
“Mm…” He breathes and kisses my back softly. “You are so fucking sweet.”
Then he jerks straight up, places his hands on my hips, and pounds me hard once, twice, again, and again, and then he stops and begins to push and grind and roll his hips into me.
“Ah!” I gasp as he finds my special spot and plunges against it. He reaches down, pressing the front of my mound with his hand and rolling his finger softly across my clit. And, that’s it, folks. I’m done.
I bury my face into the pillow and cry out as once again, the delicious waves overtake me. I’m destroyed with delicious spasm after spasm, as Cal pushes and grinds into me over and over and over.
“Fuck!” he yells suddenly and slaps me hard on the ass again. Barely recovered from my own earth-shattering experience, it takes me off-guard. My head pops up from the pillow, my eyes bulging wildly, as I’m convinced I’m under attack. But then he groans and I feel him explode inside me, throbbing and pounding into me again, then again, and once more.
He collapses onto me, rubbing my sore ass sweetly, as he kisses me gently on my back, recovering from hot naked monkey sex round two. After a few seconds, he pulls out of me carefully, kisses my pink ass cheek, and then pops me lightly on the other one.
“I could definitely get used to waking up like this.” He smiles as he bounces off the bed and strides gloriously naked to the bathroom.
I fall over onto the bed, still brooding in stunned silence as I rub my stinging ass. I take a quick assessment. I know he’s about to come when he screams ‘Fuck’. He’s obviously a tit man. Oh! A hitman tit-man. And, apparently he likes to slap the old ass cheek right before he enters and right before he comes. So, he’s a spanker. A potty-mouthed, nipple chewing ass-slapper. Big deal. I actually kind of like it. Well, maybe not the ass slapping so much. But he didn’t spank me last night? I frown. Maybe he only slaps during morning sex? Or, maybe he was trying to be a polite fucker last night since it was our first time? Maybe my ass just
made him mad this morning?
I hear water running in the bathroom, and before I can work out the whole spanking mystery, the bathroom door opens and the potty-mouthed, nipple-chewing, ass-slapper pops his handsome head out.
“Why don’t you join me, beautiful?” he asks, still smiling.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” I giggle and climb out of bed.
The bathroom is already warm and steamy when I step into the shower. Cal grabs my hips and spins me around until I’m directly under the water.
“Ladies first,” he says, grabbing a bottle from the lower shelf and squeezing a handful of soap into my hand.
“Washcloth?” I ask meekly.
He squirts a handsome amount of soap into his own hand. “You don’t need one.”
I grin back, catching on to his wicked little game. “Part of that exceptional roguishness you promised me last night?”
“Exactly.” He smiles, rubbing soap vigorously across his chest and his arms.
“But it’s not even afternoon yet!”
“I’m practicing.” He raises his arm and begins to scrub vigorously. “Go ahead.”
“Fine.” I rub my hands together to lather them up, then I start with my arms, running my hands up slowly to my neck. I close my eyes and lean my head back, massaging the soap into my neck, my chest, and my shoulders, before moving them down to my breasts. I feel so wanton I don’t even recognize myself. I roll my hands around each breast, cupping, massaging, squeezing, putting on quite a performance, if I do say so myself. Then, I run my nipples through my fingers as I trail my hands down slowly across my stomach, swirling them softly around and down to my magic V. Maybe I should charge extra for this next part?
I raise my head and open one eye to peek at Cal. He leans against the back of the shower, his smoky, smoldering eyes blazing as he stares at me. He’s stopped washing and now he holds his swollen cock in his hand like a precious pet. Then he grins like a bad boy, and my pussy sizzles like a piece of bacon on a hot skillet.