by Karen Ferry
“Thank you.” The lust I find there, as well as something else -- I can’t put my finger on it -- make me long to feel her lips on mine more than ever, but I force the thought away.
“If you don’t hurry up, though, I’ll come all over your sheets,” I warn her, and she smirks at me, clearly revelling in the power she has over me.
“Put your finger inside my pussy and reach up until you feel a rough spot,” she breathes and lifts her hips so I have better access. When I feel her walls clamping down on my finger, I watch her writhing on her bed, almost there, and my thumb finds her clit again, rubbing it harder and harder until she clamps a hand over her mouth, masking her screams as she falls apart on my hand.
Palming my balls, I try to be patient and watch her come down from the high, and, luckily, I don’t have to wait long. Hand to my chest, she pushes me until I’m lying on my back once more, and, without saying anything, she takes a firm grip on my cock before leaning down . . . and her mouth closes around the tip.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant when she sucks on the tip before swallowing my cock as far as she can. Her mouth is . . . incredible, hot. Like I predicted, it doesn’t take long before I feel an all-consuming heat begin from my spine, and as she sucks me faster and faster, I grab a fistful of her hair, moving it from her face so I can watch her finish me off.
“Yeeees,” I hiss, “shit, yes, that’s it, baby!” Pushing my hips up, I find my release and come in her mouth. Caressing her cheek with my thumb, in my own way trying to thank her for what she just gave me, I sigh deeply and enjoy the aftershocks running through my body before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Chapter 27
I wake up slowly, feeling the sunlight filtering through the white curtains covering the door to my balcony warm my entire being, and I revel in the knowledge that I have not had to suffer through yet another nightmare during the night. In fact, this is the best night I have had in forever, and now, as I lie on my side in my bed, I become conscious of a large, warm hand covering my right breast. Blinking the sleep away, I become even more aware of the firm body pressing into my back . . . and there’s definitely something familiar, yet foreign, hard object prodding my spine at this very moment. It takes some time before my sleepy mind remembers what happened last night, and when it does, I feel slightly embarrassed. But also incredibly turned on at the same time.
Who’d have thought that taking control like that would leave me feeling so empowered? So . . . satisfied and safe?
I’m not usually the one to take charge while having sex. True, when I see a guy I’d like to shag, I do tend to make the first move, but once we’re at my -- or his -- flat, I just let the guy do his thing. Sometimes, I have to guide him a bit, and I’m most definitely not opposed to talking dirty, but once I sense he’s with me, and knows what he’s doing, my mind shuts down and I concentrate on the moment . . . It’s all about catching the pleasure wave, ride it hard, and end it with the both of us reaching the high we’ve sought.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Sex is merely a physical need, and one we all have to tap into from time to time in order to not fall into an endless pit of either lunacy or depression.
However . . . I’d usually also wake up in a fright panic if I found some random hook-up spooning me the way Daniel is doing right now, but panic is certainly not the emotion I’m feeling. Rather, being intimate like this with him feels natural . . . safe . . . and incredibly sensual.
What do I do now? Wait until he wakes up? Or disturb him in his sleep?
Before that last thought has even taken root, Daniel’s hand on my breast twitches and takes a more possessive hold on it. Soon after, I feel small, feather light, hot kisses trailing across my neck and down my back, causing me to stretch languidly, as if I’m a cat that can’t hold back purring from the pleasure of them.
“’Morning, sweetheart,” Daniel murmurs sleepily behind me, and alarm bells start to go off in my head.
“That’s the second time you’ve called me that, and you have to stop doing it,” I reply, a bit more sharply than I’d intended. I can’t let him forget our deal, though, no matter how much it leaves a sour taste in my mouth when I think about it . . . yet, I have to. For now, at least.
His lips leave my body, but I can still feel his breath fanning across my skin, and it makes me break out in goose bumps.
“What word?” he asks me, and picks up his sensual assault on my body again.
“’Sweetheart’,” I say quietly, biting down on my lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping me. I can’t keep the shiver down, though, and I just know that he felt that, too.
Daniel chuckles and murmurs, “Sorry, it won’t happen again.” There is not once ounce of truthfulness in his voice, but I let it go for now.
“Good. What are you doing?” I can feel his thumb and forefinger pinching my nipple and wetness begins to gather between my legs. I quickly become lost to his touch . . . it feels like magic.
“Shhh . . . just relax and enjoy it,” he whispers, his voice husky and filled with desire.
“Relax?! You’ve got to be joking,” I protest meekly, and I can feel a rumble in his chest.
Great, now he’s amused . . .
His cock makes small, thrilling circles on my lower back, causing more wetness to pool between my legs. He kisses the stars on my neck, and small shock waves wrack my body as I count his kisses silently.
One . . . two . . . three . . . four . . . five . . . six . . . seven . . . eight . . . nine . . . ten.
With each kiss he bestows upon my body, he soothes the darkness in my heart a little bit more.
It fades but it isn’t gone completely.
Not yet.
A mewl leaves my lips from the havoc he stirs in my body and mind, and the arm I’m resting my head on shifts until I can feel his hand on my throat pressing down lightly, and I instinctively tilt my head back, surrendering to his command.
“You like my mouth on you, Emma?” he asks me on a low growl, and I press my arse against him, silently giving him my answer. Hearing him groan causes me to smile in satisfaction. Knowing that I have this effect on him is like an aphrodisiac.
“Say it,” he demands gruffly, tilting his cock closer to me, and his thumb caresses my lower lip.
“Yes,” I gasp, giving him what he craves. How can I not? This feels beyond hot . . . it’s heavenly.
“Good,” he murmurs, and his right hand leaves my breast, almost causing me to whimper in protest. I don’t, though, as I feel his fingers trailing down my rounded belly, closer and closer to my pussy, and I wait impatiently for them to reach his goal.
“How can you be so good at this?” I ask him, voice devoid of breath as I revel in his touch.
He chuckles again. “I may be a virgin, but I pay attention . . . And you, Emma, have captured me completely. Now, hush . . . allow me to pleasure you. Let all your thoughts, apart from me and what I’m doing, leave you for a while . . . “
Gripping the sheets, I close my heavy-lidded eyes, and I do as he asks. I allow him to take control over my body and even over my mind. His fingers crawl lower and lower, until one rests lightly on my throbbing clit. I open my legs wider, giving him further permission to possess me, and when he starts to rub my clit, I moan loudly. My mouth wide, I instinctively search for something to heighten the pleasure he’s giving me, and when I locate his thumb, I grab onto his wrist, pull his hand closer, and suck it inside my wet mouth.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and I can feel his laboured breath against my neck. “Shit, Em, that feels fucking fantastic . . . Your pussy is so wet, I have to taste you.” Hearing those words, my eyes pop wide open, and I raise my head just as his fingers leave my clit, and I watch, mesmerised, as his mouth closes over his fingers, tasting my arousal. I shudder from the state of arousal we’re both in, and my breath picks up speed.
He groans, eyes closed in bliss, and grunts, “Sweet . . . Just like I imagined.”
I almost c
ome from his words alone.
“Shit, that’s hot,” I gasp, keeping my eyes open, and I watch his fingers return to my throbbing clit. His movements are less gentle now, more hurried, but I don’t mind that at all. I’m so wet with need, longing for release, but I don’t feel it’s fair to come before giving him something in return. I reach behind me, fumbling blindly, until my fingers close around the root of his cock, and he grunts.
“Yeeesss,” he growls as my thumb finds the pre-come on the tip and smears it around it. As I jack him off, he moves his hips, matching my rhythm. His mouth closes around my earlobe, sucking the small studded earring inside, and the tingling in my pussy intensifies.
“Fuck, Em, I’m getting close . . . ,” he pants, and puts two fingers inside my pussy, searching for the right spot that’ll make me go wild.
“Me, too,” I moan and release his thumb from my lips, and just when I am so close to hitting the pleasure wave, I feel his mouth on my neck. He bites down, not gently, but as if he’s a lion staking his mate: possessive and impatient.
“Daniel!” I scream as I come, so overcome by the intensity of my orgasm that I am forced to shut my eyes, and I see stars behind the lids.
The extent of the power this man has over me is almost frightening . . .
He releases my neck on a loud groan, licking the sting from his teeth away, and as his cock jerks in my hand, I feel his come on my back.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper when I finally catch my breath and the pounding of my heartbeat has settled down a bit. How is it possible that he can possess me so powerfully? We haven’t even kissed yet!
Hang on . . . Yet? Where the hell did that come from?
“You could say that again,” Daniel breathes out from behind me, and I gently loosen the hold on his cock. His fingers don’t leave my pussy, though, and it makes me wonder if he’s reluctant to let this moment pass. Eventually, though, he pulls back, and I open my eyes just in time to see him wiping his fingers on my sheets.
We lie in silence for some time, and although I don’t want to lose this moment between us, I know I should.
I need to remind him of our deal.
I need to remind him that this is only sex . . . well, not even that: just fooling around, giving and receiving pleasure from each other.
I need to tell him that this is only a temporary arrangement.
Yet . . . my mouth remains silent, unwilling to let reality set in.
“Your thoughts are practically screaming at me.” Daniel’s amused voice breaks me from my indecisiveness of what to do, and I sigh.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I respond and move to get up from the bed. His hand touching my back stops me, however, and I hold my breath.
“Don’t worry, Em, I haven’t forgotten what you told me last night. So relax.”
A pang of hurt pierces right through me, but I don’t allow him to see it when I turn my head to look into his eyes.
Smiling brightly, I say, “All’s good. Thanks for the orgasm, Preppy.” I wink at him, and, as I see the satisfied smirk crossing his face, I roll my eyes and stand up.
“Men,” I mutter, shaking my head as I walk towards the bathroom. The stickiness of his come on my back doesn’t feel uncomfortable, but I need a shower.
“Doesn’t mean I won’t do my best to change your mind, though,” his raised voice sounds from behind me, causing me to a standstill.
What . . . the . . . hell?
Placing my hands on my hips, I turn around and arch an eyebrow at him. He’s put on his glasses, and the heat in his gaze almost sends a punch through my stomach: it’s wild, possessive and determined. For once, I don’t feel like I have the upper hand anymore, and it makes me uneasy. He’s lying on his back, arms behind his head, not caring in the least that he’s stark naked or that, by the looks of it, his cock is more than ready and willing to get started on round two.
“Excuse me?” I ask him.
He shrugs, grinning, and I narrow my eyes at him while trying to ignore the fact that my nipples have hardened.
Blimey, he’s sexy.
“Just telling you that I’ll do my hardest to win you over, and that you might as well get used to it,” he replies flippantly.
“What . . . ?Why . . . ? Come again?” I stammer and close my eyes briefly.
“You heard me,” he says, and I look down at his lap.
Yep, definitely ready again.
I shake my head and cross my arms, forgetting that will only draw attention to my boobs, and I watch his gaze zero in on them.
“You do realise that that’s for me to decide, don’t you? Or has the bug you caught yesterday addled your brain?” Cocking my hip, I place my hand there and push out my boobs because I just can’t keep my body from teasing this man.
“Keep telling yourself that, Em. I’m stubborn, just like you. I can wait you out.”
I snort. “Right, well, in your dreams, Romeo.” Feigning amusement, I turn around and walk the few short steps to my bathroom and shut the door firmly behind me. My body deflates immediately, and I lean heavily on the sink as I scan my face. For once, I’m not pale, but flushed; my eyes shine, not with tears, but with the afterglow of my orgasm; my hands shake, yes, but not from fatigue: no, from excitement.
Most importantly, however, is the fact that my lips are pulled up in a wide smile, and my belly is fluttering with butterflies.
“Shit,” I whisper to myself. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into now?”
My reflection doesn’t give me an answer and the smile on my face fades ever so slowly as the enormity of Daniel’s words hit home.
If he was saying what I thought he was . . . does that mean he’ll want to know every little, single detail about my life? Will I have to tell him what happened? About him, the man who broke a part of me that I’ll probably never get back?
“Fuck . . . I’m in so much trouble,” I whisper and sigh, the high leaving my body, suddenly feeling cold, and I turn on the shower.
How will I find the courage to let Daniel in completely? Do I even want to?
Yet again, my mind doesn’t have an answer at the ready, but I force the gloominess that’s this close to take over my fragile head away and decide to take Katherine’s advice to heart: I try not to think and overanalyse things to death.
Taking a deep breath, I nod once, and then step into the shower to wash away more than my body: I’m cleansing my mind from the darkness.
I hear the shower go on and take a deep breath, letting it out slowly while thinking back on what just happened. That went well. Never in a million years would I believe that my first sexual acts would be the likes of which I’ve experienced in the past 24 hours. Am I confusing my overwhelming lust for this woman with love? I mean . . . damn! She’s every guy’s wet dream come true, but, underneath her hard mask Emma carries around with her is a woman I’m desperate to get to know. Not just in the biblical sense. Not being allowed to kiss her physically hurts me. Those lips . . . Who’d have thought that all the while I was pleasuring her, I had to keep myself in check, preventing myself from slamming my mouth against hers, swallowing her moans and cries, and concentrate on the rest of her body instead? Not that it was a hardship – her body is made for sin, and I’m more than willing to be corrupted by it.
I’m gobsmacked, maybe even still under the influence of whatever bug I caught, but I don’t feel feverish anymore. And I’m starving.
What the hell was I thinking, blurting out those things to Emma just now? She’s bound to run screaming for the hills.
Shaking my head, I push up on my elbows and stare out her windows for a while. What is my next move?
Pretend to play along with that game of hers and take it easy . . .
Satisfied with my plan, I toss the sheets from my feet and stand up to stretch. My body still aches a bit, but not too bad. In fact, I feel a whole lot better than I thought I would.
Grinning, I run a hand through my dishevelled hair. I could
get used to waking up like this every day, but I vow to not voice that to the stubborn girl behind the bathroom door. No, I will let her believe that she has the upper hand and simply wait her out -- just like I told her. Eventually, she’ll come around, I’m sure of it.
In the meantime, there’s nothing wrong with enjoying her and all the things she’s bound to teach me.
My cock stirs, and seeing as I’m a guy, thus unable to let it rest, I stroke it lightly a few times until I hear the shower turn off. That’s my cue to get dressed and sort out some breakfast for the two of us.
Chapter 28
I open the door to the bathroom and stop as soon as the smell of bacon frying hits my nostrils. Looking to my right, I see Daniel standing in front of stove, only dressed in his slacks, and he’s cooking.
This day is too bizarre.
“How do you like your eggs?” he asks me, breaking me free from my shock, and I take a few steps closer to him, holding the towel covering my body wrapped tightly around me.
Mouth salivating with the sight before me -- and not just from the food -- I answer, “Scrambled, please.”
Daniel nods and continues cooking, and it annoys me when he doesn’t even take a peek at me. Which, I know, is completely irrational . . .
“The coffee is ready if you want any,” he proceeds to tell me and takes two cups from the cupboard above the stove. I’m still just standing there, taking in the contours of his body, his long, lean muscles, his abs . . .
Hell, that V is going to be my downfall!
I finally come unglued to the spot when I find him, cups in hand, waiting for my answer, an arrogant smirk on his lips, and I narrow my eyes, annoyed that he’s caught me staring -- again!
“I’ll put on some clothes first,” I tell him and quickly leave him to his task. Somehow, I sincerely doubt that he’ll listen if I argue about him cooking for me, and I don’t want the hassle because it’ll be stupid of me to say no to a free meal. Plus it’s home cooked, for pete’s sake! I haven’t had that in a while, and I miss it.