Letters to the Baumgarters

by Selena Kitt

  He didn’t need to be asked twice. I was hanging half off the edge of the bed, my legs dangling, and he got down on his knees on the floor, shoving my skirt up to my waist. I parted my pussy my lips with my fingers for him as he kissed his way up my thigh, his breath hot, fast. He was excited as I was.

  He pressed my thighs open wider with his palms flat, shoving my legs back, rocking my hips up, completely exposing my pussy and ass to him. I moaned in anticipation, rubbing the hood of my clit with one finger, not wanting to wait. Mason was busy licking the inside of my thigh, following the fleshy seam between my leg and my pelvis with his tongue.

  “You’ve got such gorgeous legs.” He praised me, murmuring, in between kisses. He had them pressed far back, my heels still on. I didn’t tell him they were the same heels Nico had bought me for our hotel stay. “Your skin is like silk.”

  “Please,” I whimpered. Not that I minded the compliments. They made me flush with pleasure. I loved the way he looked at me, so wolfish, like he could put me in a dish and eat me with a spoon. Finally, oh god, finally his mouth reached my pussy, his tongue lapping up and down my lips, teasing the swollen, wet flesh, making me squirm on the bed.

  “Oh my god, you taste so good.” His tongue slipped through my cleft, smooth and slick, scooping up my juices as he went, spreading them over my labia, up to my clit. My hips lifted toward him in response the moment his mouth covered my pussy. He knew just what I liked, finding my pleasure center, that electric hot spot that made me quiver, feeling his way.

  I’d forgotten how good he was, how well he knew me. My body responded without thought, giving myself to him like an offering, spread out and trembling. His mouth worked between my legs, but he kept his fingers busy too, working them slowly into my pussy, then moving them in and out, fucking me gently while he licked me.

  “Oh god, baby, faster,” I panted, grabbing my own knees, pulling them back. “Fuck me harder!”

  He plunged his fingers into me, jolting my whole pelvis with a heart-pounding rhythm, his tongue never wavering on my clit. I was so close to orgasm, breathless and out of control, I felt full of heat and light, as if my whole body was on fire.

  Then he slid a finger down and rubbing my ass, teasing the tight ring of my asshole, my juices and his saliva already making it wet. I gasped when he slid it in to the first knuckle, the sensation so naughty and at the same time so exciting it nearly sent me screaming over the edge toward orgasm.

  “You like that?” he teased, knowing full well that I did. His fingers moved in deeper, then deeper still. He had a finger in each hole, pussy and ass, fucking me again gently. I thrust against his hand. Being fingered just made me want his cock and I found myself wishing he had more than one, so he could do me like this, just like this.

  “Make me come.” I pressed my hand to his head, fitting his mouth over my mound. “Lick it. Oh god, yes, like that. Please, please, make me come!”

  His tongue found that spot again, working it with a vengeance as he fingered my pussy and my ass together, sinking deeper with every thrust. I cried out, digging my heels into his shoulders, my back arching as I came, my climax surprising us both with its force, my pussy and ass spasming together around his fingers in ecstatic rhythm.

  Mason slid up between my thighs and I wrapped my legs around him as we kissed. I sucked at his tongue, tasting the musk of my pussy, feeling him fumbling with his belt and zipper. Then, oh then, his cock slid through the wet pleat of my pussy, seeking entrance. He groaned when he found what he was looking for, plunging into my wetness, not waiting, not giving me even a moment to breathe.

  “Oh god!” I clung to him, the bed squeaking under our weight, Mason stretched out half on and half off, his feet on the floor, giving him greater leverage as he thrust. His shirt was open, his belly exposed as he rose above me like a god, blotting out the light. “Oh baby, no, wait, ohhhh! That’s so fucking good!”

  He grunted in response, rolling his hips, making circles against my pelvis, his cock taking inventory of my pussy, every last little bit of flesh explored. My orgasm was still fading, my body shivering under his weight. I felt his cock swelling inside of me, impossible proportions, filling me with every buck of his hips.

  Then he slowed, panting in my ear, his muscles tense, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

  “Mason?” I whispered.

  “I want you to suck it.” He rolled off me to the bed, onto his back, looking over at me. “Lick all your juices off my cock. Oh god, yeah, that’s a good girl…”

  I was up on my hands and knees, still dizzy from my climax but eager to give as good as I’d received. His cock was thick in my hand, throbbing as I took him between my lips, the head swollen. He moaned and grabbed a fist full of my hair, pushing me down, down, down, making me take him, every inch.

  I gagged and he let me come up for air, but then it was back down again, his cock searching for my tonsils, seeking the hottest, fleshiest, deepest recesses of my throat. I gagged again, again, my eyes watering, but I loved it—and he knew it. He fucked my face like that, giving me his cock over and over, his thigh muscles taut, toes curled. I knew he was fighting climax, but enjoying it too much to stop me.

  I cried out when he swung my hips around on the bed toward him, plunging his fingers back into my pussy, He worked them into my sopping wetness and back out again, twisting as he went. I arched my back like a cat stretching, still focused on his cock—although not quite so intently now. His thumb rubbed at the sensitive button of me clit, giving me even more cause to slow down on sucking him, my tongue pausing to roll around the ridged, mushroom head.

  “Come here.” He grabbed my ass, yanking me across him, positioning my pussy over his face and wrapping his arms around my hips. I whimpered but gave in to what he wanted, his tongue burying itself in my flesh, fucking my hole in and out, like a tiny cock. It was such a tease and I moaned around the fleshy thrust of the real thing in my mouth, aching for it to fill me.

  “I want you,” I begged, yanking his pants and boxers down his thighs for better access. I wrapped him in my fist, my tongue working down toward his balls, breathing in the pungent, masculine scent of him. “Oh god, I want your cock in me.”

  “Nuh-uh,” he panted, taking a breath. “Not until you come.”

  “Again?” I squeaked in protest when his tongue found my clit, nudging it back and forth.

  “At least twice.”

  I groaned, pressing my forehead against the meat of his thigh, his tongue dancing delightfully through the slick folds of my flesh. I stroked him absently in my hand, feeling precum building at the tip of his cock, too lost in sensation to do much else. When he made his tongue flat, pulsing it against my clit, I squeezed him so hard the head turned from red to purple above my fist, my breath coming so fast I could barely keep up.

  “Mason! Baby!” I cried, biting at the soft flesh of his thigh. “Oh god I’m gonna come!”

  He just grunted his encouragement, his tongue moving faster between my legs, his whole face buried between them. My climax shook me violently, the bed vibrating beneath us as I bucked on top of him, half sitting, forgetting entirely about his cock, my hands clenched into fists on his belly as I mashed the flesh of my pussy against his face, drowning him in sticky sweetness.

  “Oh fuck.” He nibbled at my pussy and thighs, breathing hard. “That was so hot I almost came with you.”

  “I forgot about your poor cock.” I kissed the tip, tasting his precum.

  “Well we’re going to remedy that.” He rolled me onto my back, making me squeal. My skirt and heels were still on, my shirt open, my breasts exposed. He undressed me quickly.

  “I thought you were gonna make me come again?” I teased, lifting my hips so he could slide my skirt down my thighs. He dropped it on the floor with the rest of my clothes, leaving me completely naked.

  “I’m gonna make you come again.” He pulled his shirt off, kicking his pants and boxers free. “When I fuck your ass.”

 
My eyes widened, my words gone, as he turned me over onto my belly, lifting my behind in the air. He smacked it, making me yelp, and rubbed his cock through my soaking wet crevice.

  “Mason, wait,” I begged, but there was no talking to him once he was determined he wanted something—and he wanted my ass.

  It wasn’t that we hadn’t done it before. We’d experimented a lot during our marriage, and I’d had my ass taken quite a bit when I was with the Baumgartners. It was just that I wasn’t ready for it, hadn’t mentally prepared myself. It took an adjustment to go from wanting to be fucked, to wanting to be fucked there.

  But I was going to have to get used to the idea pretty quick, if the way Mason was probing between my ass cheeks was any indication.

  “You’re so wet,” he exclaimed, his cock head pressed right against the tight entrance of my ass. I gasped, fisting the covers on his bed and burying my face there.

  “Not yet,” I begged again. “Please.”

  “Okay.” His cock slid down to my pussy, thrusting in deep at this angle. I cried out, shifting my weight on the bed to take him so far in it almost hurt. “God that’s hot. I love watching my cock go into you.”

  His finger circled the ring of my asshole as he fucked me, the wet slap of my wet pussy taking his length filling the room. My breasts swayed with the motion, my nipples grazing the bed. I caught his rhythm, rocking against him, fucking him back. He slid his finger into my ass, making me whimper and grind. He knew I loved it, and we both knew what he was doing—priming the pump, so to speak.

  “Feel good, baby?” He fucked my pussy and my ass, shoving both his cock and his finger in as far as they would go.

  “Y-y-y-yes,” I managed, his hips rocking me hard on the bed, shaking everything.

  “You want it in your ass, don’t you?”

  Oh god, another finger. He wedged them both in, stretching me open. His cock was swollen to bursting inside of me. I felt the pressure inside, so full, both orifices stretched.

  “Y-y-y-yes!” I said again, putting my shoulders down onto the bed and reaching back with both hands. I spread my ass cheeks open for him, hearing his sharp intake of breath. “Take it, baby. Fuck my ass.”

  He groaned at my permission, his dick slipping out, his fingers too, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness that was short-lived. His cock was dripping oil from my pussy like a dipstick out of a hot engine and I felt the press of it against the rigid muscle of my anus. I took a deep breath, determined to take him, closing my eyes and trying to relax.

  “Oh fuck,” he moaned, shifting on the bed to press in a little deeper. “So tight.”

  My thighs trembled as he thrust again, driving himself in past that tight ring of muscle. I yelped in surprise at the burn, but he waited a moment and I recovered, moving my hips back toward his. He gripped my ass, settling himself in deep. I slid my hand between my legs, searching for the throbbing bud of my clit. I wanted to come like this, with him buried in my ass. How had he known just what I’d wanted—even when I didn’t know?

  “Fuck me,” I begged, rolling my hips. “Fuck my ass ’til I come.”

  He pulled back, like loading a spring, and then we were off. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t do anything but take him, again and again and again, the rising tide of my orgasm driven by the rock and thrust of his hips. His cock was a piston, urging me on.

  “Mason!” I was so close. So very close.

  “Come,” he panted, his fingers digging into the sides of my hips. “Oh god, Dani, I can’t hold back. I’m gonna come in your tight little ass!”

  That did it. I was flying, his cock flooding me with cum, fountains of it, a geyser of lava deep inside of me. My pussy contracted again and again, my asshole clamping around his cock and he clung to me as if the force of it might drive him right out. But I wasn’t letting him go. When he tried to pull out, I clenched my still-spasming muscles around the head of his dick, making him squirm and gasp.

  “Easy!” he cried.

  I smiled as he slid slowly out, feeling the “pop” of my flesh as my ass finally gave up. He crawled up next to me on the bed, pushing my hair out of my face and finding my cheek, kissing it. His breath was still hot and panting. So was mine. I floated, in a dream, until the sound of someone in the flat upstairs brought my head up off the bed.

  “I should go.”

  His head came up too. “So soon?”

  “I don’t want to be here when Nico comes home.” This reminded us both and we were silent for a moment, coming back down to reality. “This is all so strange.” I sighed. “Why are you so quiet?”

  “We agreed we wouldn’t push you.”

  I rolled over on my side, up on my elbow to look at him. “We?”

  “Me and Nico.”

  I blinked. “You’ve talked about this?”

  “Of course we have.”

  He made it sound so matter-of-fact.

  “How very civilized of you.”

  “This is your choice, Dani,” Mason said softly, rolling toward me so we were belly to belly. “And we agreed that you needed to make it without our influence.”

  I frowned. “How can either of you not influence me?”

  “I guess the gentlemen’s agreement here is that we won’t play dirty,” he replied. “No bribes, no proposals, no promises. We just have to be ourselves and you… you have to decide which one of us you want.”

  I rolled away from him, to my back, throwing an arm over my head and staring at the ceiling.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  It sounded ridiculous, even as I said it—but it was the way I felt. “Aren’t either of you going to fight for me?”

  He chuckled. “Do you want us to?”

  “Oh I don’t know.” I sighed, sitting up and searching for my clothes.

  “I would.” Mason sat too, watching me get dressed. “Put me in a cage with him. We’ll fight to the death. Or perhaps you’d prefer jousting? Or Russian Roulette?”

  “Very funny.” I slipped my bra on, doing up the hook in front. “This is impossible.”

  “No it’s not.” He watched as I pulled on my blouse, working the buttons. “It’s just a decision. Me or him.”

  “I thought you weren’t supposed to pressure me?” I snapped, sliding my skirt up my hips and reaching around, trying to work my zipper.

  “Am I?”

  I stopped. “Mason, I’m afraid.”

  “Come here.” He turned me around so he could zip my skirt. “Of what?”

  “If I choose you…” I glanced back over my shoulder at him. “Well, we didn’t get divorced for no reason, you know.”

  He smiled. “Yes, I know.”

  “Are we just going to pick up where we left off?” I turned in his arms, trying to see the truth in his eyes.

  “No,” he assured me. “I’m different. You’re different.”

  “You’re still so tied to your family.” I sighed. “This is your father’s business you’re talking about, not your own.”

  “But I’m making my own decisions.” He looked at my blouse, frowning, and started rebuttoning it. I’d missed one. “Trust me, they didn’t want me to come here. They still don’t want me to be with you.”

  “No?” I imagined that was true. They’d never liked me. I was a bad influence on their son.

  “But this is me, making my own decisions.” He looked up at me, his eyes serious. “I choose you. I want you. That’s why I’m here.”

  I smiled. “I knew it wasn’t just business.”

  “Hardly.” He pulled me down into his lap and I straddled him as he kissed me, slow and deep, the smell of our sex redolent in the room. I’d missed us together, so much. Thinking about it brought tears to my eyes.

  “What about Isabella?” I asked, swallowing past the obstruction in my throat.

  “What about her?”

  I blinked back tears. “Don’t you miss her?”

  “Of course I do.” His arms tightened around me. “She was
my daughter too.”

  I closed my eyes, feeling tears slipping down my cheeks. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it.”

  “I don’t know if you’re supposed to.” Mason cupped my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe my tears. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t move forward.”

  “Oh god, please don’t talk about more babies,” I groaned, trying to twist away from him. “Not that again.”

  “Us, Dani.” He turned my face to him again, meeting my eyes. “We can move forward, you and I, together. Babies can be a part of that or not. But I want you. You.”

  I contemplated the idea. “What would we do?”

  “Anything you want.” He smiled, wrapping his arms back around my waist. “You’ll be done with school in June. You can find a job here in Italy. Work here, stay here. Isn’t that what you always wanted?”

  I laughed, shaking my head. “You don’t know a word of Italian.”

  “I’ll learn.” He nuzzled my belly, rested his head against my breasts. “Ti amo.”

  I love you.

  I looked down at him in wonder, running my hand through his short-cropped hair.

  “See, I’m already learning.” He grinned up at me.

  “It sounds too good to be true,” I murmured. “What would you do?”

  “I’ve got the business,” he reminded me. “In spite of my father’s reservations, I think branching out all over Europe is a brilliant idea, even if it is mine. And I think it’s going to be very lucrative.”

  “I can’t believe this is you talking,” I said doubtfully. “I can’t believe it’s real.”

  “It’s me. I’m real.” His eyes told me everything I wanted to know. “And I do love you.”

  “I love you too,” I whispered, kissing him softly. “I always have.”

  I slid off his lap, heading for the door.

  “Where are you going?” he called.

  “To pee.” I stopped in the doorway, suddenly dizzy, leaning against the wall.

  “Are you all right?”

  I nodded, opening the door. “Just overwhelmed.”