by G, Dormaine
“I want you, Sterling.” Her emeralds dug deeper, chipping away at my struggle. She was trembling slightly, not because of the cold but because the nerve it must have taken for her to be here.
I wanted her so badly it hurt. My manhood ached to know what she felt like but my walls had not yet fallen. “Hanna…”
“You are not my first, Sterling. If you’re afraid that you will hurt me then don’t…”
“It’s more than just that, Hanna…”
“God, I love the way you say my name.” she breathed gracefully kneeling down in front of me. She started to unzip my pants. Instinctively I reached out to stop her but she blocked me and slowly pushed my hands back. “I want to hear you say my name, Sterling Chandler. Say it as if you want me.” Her demands where so plain yet they turned me on. She meant ever word.
She released her bun letting her mane drape across her face. She stared into my troubled blues as she slowly unzipped me. She maneuvered me out of my pants and met the already burgeoning flesh with anticipation and discovered everything she wanted to know: I wanted her too. My walls had finally faltered.
She tenderly held my shaft and placed most of me into her mouth. Uncontrollably a noise escaped my lips. My head fell back from the rush. I didn’t care that the glass fell from my grasp, rum spilling on the deck. How long had I craved this sensation? As much as I knew that this was wrong, I had no more fight left in me. I wanted this. It had been so long that I’d been touched, desired, wanted, that it took all that I had not to explode.
Up and down my shaft she welcomed me past her full lips and warm tongue. She sucked insatiably, trying to pull the cum that I fought to hold at bay wanting to prolong this moment. As she worked my manhood my battle against her domination was losing out. I watched her work me like a puppet master. I was but her wooden doll, and she pulled my strings masterfully.
I grabbed her hair, gripping it as she went up and down pleasuring me. Weakening me with her lips. Finally, my body erupted like a volcano spewing lava from its maker.
I gripped the chair for dear life as she continued to stroke me inside her mouth, swallowing all of me down her throat. Not one drop escaped her. She stayed on her knees watching me as I caught my breath.
After a few seconds, I lifted her up and placed her on top of me. I kissed her like it was my sole purpose in life. She maneuvered her dress off exposing her bare breasts, offering them to me. I took her pink nipples into my mouth and she moaned from the feeling it brought her body.
I could feel her wetness on my cock, so it took no time at all to become aroused again. “Fuck me, Sterling,” she begged.
There, on the patio, I lifted her up, removing her thong and worked myself into her area. I was met with a warm, wet bliss that helped glide me into her tight spot. She cried out when I fully entered, and thanked me with an instant orgasm.
I wanted to pump her harder, but held back not wanting to hurt her. I could not help staring at her gorgeous face: her lips, eyes, nose and untamed hair, which hung down her back, getting tangled in our hands, faces, mouths. She was intoxicating.
“Harder,” she begged. I gave her want she wanted. I bounced her off of my thighs twisting and grinding inside her, feeling her cum on me. Her wet pussy felt so good that my manhood pulsated inside her. I could feel my veins throbbing against her moist tight walls. I held her around her waist with one arm as I kissed her lips, neck, breasts. Every time I touched her nipples she moaned even louder. In a moment of passion, I even bit her breast. She froze, her head fell back as a mixture of both pleasure and pain paralyzed her.
When the wave passed, she grabbed hold my face and demanded “Harder!” I leaned back in the chair, grabbed her tiny waist with both hands and slammed her down. My ass was practically lifting off the chair. My thrusts drove her insane. She leaned back placing her hands on my knees letting me have full control. She screamed my name repeatedly and I worked hard to keep her doing so.
Once she came again, I stood her up and planted her against the wall. I sprawled her arms against the wall, pulled her ass towards me and took her from behind. I held on to her breasts and pumped her pussy.
“You feel so damn good, Hanna.” I kissed her neck and fondling her breasts but by now her words were becoming jumbled. Only moans escaped her. Her body was taking in what I gave it: ecstasy.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked knowing her answer would be no. She had never felt anything like this before and I needed to feed. I had starved for so long there was no stopping me. I felt like an animal that had been held in captivity for an eternity, who finally absconded.
“No,” she managed in between a flood of cream that now soaked us both. Her head fell back against my shoulder as I continued to work her beautiful angles. I bent her over parallel to the floor, placing her hands on the table and had my way.
All I cared was about the way she felt and the sound two bodies made when one was taken from behind. I missed that the most. I grabbed her hair yanking her head back and she liked it “Yes” she screamed as I handled her tiny waist, sliding her back and forth along my dick. I slapped her ass a few times making her scream out as she played with her own breasts. That turned me on.
I took her over to the bed, pulled her knees up to her chest and used them as leverage working inside her. She held onto my waist driving me deeper inside her until finally she wrapped her legs around me and held on tight.
I worked her until I no longer had it in me to hold it in. Her creaminess took hold. With shaky hands, arms, legs we kissed until we both came at the same time. My body convulsed on top of her as all my pent up frustration and anger was finally released and she happily accepted.
I rolled her over, holding her from behind, and before long we both drifted off to sleep.
At some point my subconscious woke me and reality slowly crept back into my world. I just realized that, once again, I committed adultery.
What have I done?
I sat up on the edge of the bed wishing that I had a cigarette and I didn’t even smoke. Instead I walked over to the bar and poured another drink. I sat in the chair and faced my realism. Hanna
***
It was 3 am when I decided to wake her. “Hanna.” I shook her awake.
“Yes.” she stirred, smiling up at me. She pulled down the sheet I had covered her with exposing her breasts to me. She reached her arms out. “Come” she removed one leg out from under the sheet spreading them, offering herself to me.
I fought the urge thinking long and hard. I stood up. “It’s late, and your parents may be looking for you.” I placed my hands on the dresser.
She rolled over onto her belly pouting her sexy lips that were made for such an expression. She flipped her hair eyeing me. “They’ve been asleep since midnight. What trouble could I possibly get into in this small town?” she smirked.
“You’re saying this while in a married man’s bed under your family’s roof.” I sat my bare ass on the dresser.
“I will only leave if you promise to meet me for lessons tomorrow.” She playfully kicked her legs up behind her perfect bare ass. I could not help but admire her naturally alluring ways. She was perfection.
I walked away from her to get my thoughts together. “Okay look…”
She sat up quickly resting on her bent legs. “Don’t tell me again that you’re married. I may be young, but last night didn’t prove that. So either you’re not sleeping together or you’re not happy. I’m going with both.”
I sat down in a chair closer to the bed. I looked into her jades so she would get my point. “Hanna this can’t happen again…” but instead of letting me finish, she got up and walked towards me. My mouth froze in anticipation of her touch.
I stared up at her wanting to tell her to stop but my mouth would not budge. She quietly sat down on my lap and I could feel the heat between her legs. I so badly wanted to stop, but already she had weakened me.
Why her? I have been approached by other woman before, so why
her?
All I knew was that this woman sent chills down my spine and flutters to my stomach. It was like lightning every time we touched. It took but only a look to excite me and a touch to arouse me.
I grabbed her waist when she leaned over and kissed me. “I need to feel you inside me, Sterling.” Her voice pleaded. And once again my body responded to her command remembering I was her marionette. “I want you, Sterling.”
She lifted up, directing me inside her and sat down. Both of us sore from last night, but there was so much pleasure, it overrode the pain. Her face fell against mine as she rocked back and forth taking me to where thoughts were forbidden, only uninhibited instinct reigned. I grabbed her face to pull back her hair. I needed to see her expressions as she climaxed.
“How do you feel so good?” I asked angry at myself, but it was more of a rhetorical question.
I let her have her way with me, riding me, proving her point that she was no longer a little girl. When she tired, I carried her to the bed, but this time, as requested, I gave her all of me. All nine inches.
CHAPTER 4
Hanna and I met up as planned to go skiing down an actual slope. It was a thrilling ride. I was enjoying the day allowing myself let go of what I did, what we did. Every time I looked at her I wanted her. It was shameful but when I was with her I didn’t care.
It was just above ten degrees but my heart warmed when I saw Hanna’s smiling face. She skied effortlessly and without reservation. She was a free spirit and I liked that about her.
I was getting the hang of it next to her on the easy slope. I wasn’t ready for the big time yet. We skied most of that morning until about lunch time. But since we had a full night we didn’t hit the slopes until ten.
Instead of heading to the resort, Hanna surprisingly had a crossover waiting for us down the road. “What’s this?” I asked
“You’ll see.” She leered not giving a clue. “Hop on.”
We took the back roads passing nothing but trees and more snow. No one was around as I hugged her from behind. She controlled the machine well, like she owned it, and I could tell there wasn’t much Hanna couldn’t handle.
She took me to a small cabin in the woods. How cliché. Inside it was warm and cozy like something out of a storybook. I gathered the wood while she set the fire. There was a basket of food, a blanket and a classical music CD waiting for us.
“You thought of everything,” I said amazed by her. I kissed her on the lips.
“I could tell that you’re a hopeless romantic like me. I’m glad you like it.” She sprawled the blanket in front of the fire, sat down and patted a spot next to her. I gladly obliged.
She didn’t allow me to feed myself, she wanted to do it all. At first my reluctance kicked in and my body would not relax but she made sure that I did. After she finished feeding me she removed my top but her hands kept shaking.
I held her hands tightly stopping her. “Hanna, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I don’t expect anything from you. We can sit and talk.”
“I know, but I want you,” she said removing her hands from mine. She continued to unbutton my shirt revealing my chest. Then she went to my zipper. I stopped her.
“No,” I shook my head. She didn’t understand at first until I started removing her shirt exposing her slender frame. I stood her up as I stayed on my knees and removed her pants, then the pink lace thong. I placed her on the floor and poured champagne between her two breasts, down to her forbidden region. Her breathing started to quicken and her nipples hardened.
I licked the liquid every place it trickled making sure not to miss a spot on her flawless figure. She wriggled, her mouth parted as sighs escaped. I reached her small brown bunny runway and her legs willingly parted.
My tongue toyed with her clit while fingering her. She was well past ready for me to venture inward. I was eager to know how she tasted and was not disappointed when I did. My tongue entered her walls discovering her sacred area. Her back arched upward, her hands gripped the blanket, and her noises become a mixture of gasps and pleas of rapture as I took my time tasting her cherry sweetness.
“Play with your breasts,” I said. She did.
I could taste and feel her satisfaction the more I played. I kept my face planted in her hot cave as her knees rested upon my shoulders, her legs on my back. I swirled my tongue in and out, up and down, vigorously sucking in the juices she served me.
She grabbed hold of the furniture, knocking over a lamp as her body yielded all control to me. Soon her pelvis rocked as it knew to do, riding my tongue back and forth, screaming my name “Sterling” over and over, until ultimately she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, Sterling,” she begged me to enter her. Granting mercy, I released her, needing to feel inside her. I wiped my lips glossed with her flavor and entered her world, which I so desperately desired.
She felt more exceptional than last night. I had to see her face, needing to comprehend how this woman could feel in such a way no words could describe, and her face showed what I was thinking. We didn’t care, about the world, anyone or anything past this cabin door. I needed to have all of her to myself.
I took my sweet time wanting this moment to be about her. I watched her face take all that I gave her and soon her parted lips gave no sound as her body took her to euphoria. I wiped the tears that ran down her cheeks as I continued to please her.
I never wanted to stop, and if my body would have let me, I would have sustained this path. But I could not hold out forever.
My body convulsed at it released the fluids she brought out of me. I was saddened that it was over but our bodies needed the rest after making love for over an hour.
We lay there holding each other until we fell asleep drifting off to a place we both found comfort - in each other’s arms.
In between our sleep she whispered “I love you, Sterling. I knew it the moment we met.” She was half asleep when she said it. I just held her tight not saying a word only staring up at the ceiling. I knew that I should run, leave right now, but I didn’t budge. The thought of leaving even hurt my chest. So there I laid with her head on my shoulder and hand on my stomach until I drifted back to sleep.
***
I jolted awake when coolness hit me. The fire had died out and it was now dark outside.
“Shit, Hanna.” I shook her awake half startling her.
“What’s wrong?” she was groggy.
“It’s late. We have to go.” I was already up getting dressed.
“Oh, no.” she cried as we rushed getting dressed, gathering everything. We fell over and bumped into each other a few times laughing at our clumsiness. I had to stop and kiss her plush lips. I missed this, being with someone who was so easy to get along with.
We must have packed everything up and hopped back onto the crossover in record time. She weaved in between the trees in a hurry and we took an off-off road to get back to the resort. As soon as we made it we realized it wasn’t that late. People were still coming in from skiing but she still needed to check in. This was her job and her family.
We went into separate lockers, showered, redressed and I made it out first. “Hey there, Sterling.” It was John, Hanna’s father.
“Hey yourself.” My heart was pounding. I forced a strained smile. If he only knew the things I did to his daughter, he would probably kill me.
“Are you two just getting back? My word she must be working you to death.”
Did he really just say that?
“Yes,” I responded. My body started to become warm as remorse hit me.
“Which slope did you take today?”
“Which slope?” I had no response as I stood there, arms folded and stumped. We had no cover story.
“Yes. You had to’ve been on a slope to be gone this long,” He said. His eyes never blinked, his face hardened, or was that my nerves.
Where the hell is she?
“You will have to ask Hanna. They all look the
same to me. I was about to head up…”
“Hey, dad.” Hanna came out of the locker room looking refreshed. She ran up and gave him a hug.
“Hey sweetheart. I was just asking Sterling which slope you were…”
“I took him on a medium run.” She teasingly stared up at me.
Is she crazy? Turn away Hanna or he will suspect.
“Good to hear. Hey we’re just about to feast. Come join us, Sterling”
“Yes, please come,” She begged, sounding too excited for someone who’s just a teacher talking to her pupil.
“I think that I’m going to head up and rest. You know take it easy for the rest of the night.” My heart was fighting to get out of my chest, my nerves were on edge.
“I won’t take no for an answer. You’re here by yourself and you stay locked up in your suite too much.” He patted me on the back then walked off with Hanna at his side. Discussion over.
Dinner was as awkward as ever, me talking to the parents of the daughter I’m sleeping with. They wanted to know more about me, where I came from and what I did. I answered politely not trying to say too much, wanting to get out of there. As if things were not awkward enough, they asked me why my wife didn’t come.
“This was a business trip and since the job wanted me to stick around to talk to the big boss when he got back they offered this ski trip.” Hanna grabbed my hand under the table and squeezed it tightly. A simple touch by her shot a current up my body.
But I wasn’t sure if she grabbed my hand staking her claim or trying to relax me. As much as I wanted to continue to hold her hand, the pit in my stomach grew. I pulled away unable to face her.
I excused myself to go to the restroom, but in all honestly to gather myself together. This was some heavy shit I was in.