by Myln Hurn
Phaedra shivered in nervous reaction. She almost laughed as she realized she was acting as nervous as a bride on her wedding night. She felt Rand's mouth at the side of her neck, kissing her skin softly. His touch on her arms was gentle, coaxing, and not demanding as she had half expected. She closed her eyes, realizing in surprise, that none of "this" was going as she had thought. He hadn't tossed her on the bed and ravaged her. A giggle almost escaped as she thought that he hadn't 'jumped her bones'. Yet, she reminded herself.
She looked down and saw that Rand had unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it free of her slacks. She didn't notice that Rand's hands were shaking a little in his eagerness to make love to her again. The edges of her shirt were parted and you could see the lacey camisole she wore beneath it.
Almost like it was a movie, Phaedra watched his darker skinned hands slide up from her waist. They paused for just a moment and then cupped her full breasts. As his hands gently massaged and molded the firm flesh, she could not stop the sigh that escaped her lips.
Behind her, she felt Rand press his arousal against her soft bottom while his mouth sucked on the soft, white skin of her neck. And even though her prim and proper upbringing was telling her not to respond—that she was being forced into this relationship and it was wrong to enjoy it—her body pressed back against Rand, actually moving her rounded ass back and forth across his hard cock. Rand's groan in response should have repelled her, but it did not. Instead Phaedra could feel her body softening and responding to Rand's arousal.
Almost as if from a distance, Phaedra heard Rand whisper into her ear. "I don't think I've ever felt skin as soft as yours." He lowered his mouth the silky column of her throat once again, sucking on the tender skin.
A tiny voice of reason told her it would probably leave a mark, but then his hands were turning her to face him. She had but a glimpse of his intense face as he lowered his mouth to hers. The patch he wore made him seem mysterious. And in the next second, his kiss was hot, possessive and demanding.
Phaedra felt the room whirl as he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Setting her down beside the large tub, Rand turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Turning to smile at Phaedra, he spoke softly, aware that his own passionate emotions were affecting him much more than he had anticipated. He didn't want to be embarrassed by having his voice break.
"I thought we might relax in the tub first."
Phaedra could only nod in response. Her eyes were glued to Rand's muscular and so obviously aroused body. When he turned unexpectedly and saw where she was looking, a grin curved his sensual lips. Phaedra felt she should protest, or do something, but as Rand's hands lifted and finished undressing her, it didn't seem to matter.
A moment later Rand turned Phaedra to face the large mirror above one of the matching sinks. As he stood behind her, all she could see were his broad shoulders, his hands resting on her shoulders, and a glimpse now and then of his hip as he shifted his position. Her eyes seemed glued to the mirror as Rand slipped the shirt from her shoulders and tossed it towards the clothes hamper. Looking at Rand's face she could see that his attention was focused on her and his hands were now unfastening the closing of her slacks.
Feeling her slacks slipping off her hips, with Rand's fingers easing the process, Phaedra lifted her eyes to see the other reflections in the mirror. The bathroom was large, and reflecting in the mirror was the large Jacuzzi style tub, a glass enclosed shower, toilet, and two sinks. Rand's voice drew her gaze back to their reflections.
"You are so beautiful, Phaedra." His hands were lightly stroking over her hips. Her high cut panties allowed his flesh to touch her warm skin briefly as his hands formed circles over her hips. But then his hands slipped backwards and curved around to cup her pert, rounded ass cheeks.
Phaedra gasped out loud as his hands covered her buns, and then squeezed, molded and finally massaged the rounded cheeks. Before her knees buckled though, Rand slipped his hands back around her waist. Catching the silky camisole in his hands, he dragged the material upwards. For a moment, her hard nipples caught and stopped the silk. But they were no match for his determined need to witness Phaedra's naked beauty. Her camisole went flying through the air and her eyes followed it for a scant second until his hands claimed possession of her naked full breasts.
"Oh!" Phaedra cried out before she even had the thought to do so. Her own hands lifted to pull his down, or that is what she told herself. Instead her smaller, paler hands rested atop his hands, lightly caressing as he began massaging her sensitive flesh.
"You are so beautiful, Phaedra. Your breasts so delicious…" Rand paused to caress them. "I dream about sucking your nipples. Hell! I daydream about playing with your tits! Have you thought about how I would make love to you?"
Rand moved his hands and his fingers began flicking across the tips of the sensitive pink buds, and then rubbing palms across the distended peaks. His voice was hoarse as he whispered close to her ear. "Do you like soft and light touches, or perhaps…" he paused to catch each nipple between his fingertips. "would you prefer something a little rougher?" His voice seemed to drop an octave, revealing that he was not as aloof as he appeared. "Take your panties off for me."
Phaedra froze at his words. She had been lost in a sensual fog until his words brought her true situation back to the forefront of her consciousness. Her hands moved slowly, unaware of how much more sexy the slowness made the striptease. The panties shifted as her fingers slipped under the elastic band. A moment later, her fingers were dragging the panties down until they could drop freely to the floor. Looking up, she saw that Rand's eye seemed to be blazing at her reflection in the mirror. Phaedra felt her smooth pussy lips flooding with her eager wetness. The strength of her response to Rand was unnerving, to say the least.
Suddenly, Phaedra noticed the level of water in the tub. She had to clear her throat twice before she could speak. "The tub… the water…"
Rand cursed and quickly turned the water off. The water was lapping at the rim's edge, threatening to overflow any moment. He couldn't believe that he had been so distracted by Phaedra, and his response to her, that he had almost flooded his bathroom! He turned back around and saw that Phaedra was leaning against the counter, her hands braced flat on the top, her forehead against the cool glass. She obviously had no idea how tempting that pose was! He stepped close behind her, letting his cock ease between her slightly parted thighs. As he felt her wetness along his cock, he groaned in passionate response.
"God, Phaedra! I want you…" His hands slipped up and cupped her breasts, squeezing and massaging them eagerly. "Rest on your elbows, darling!"
Phaedra responded to his hoarse demands, and this caused her full breasts to rest in his eager and grasping hands. She had to spread her feet more to steady herself, and this allowed Rand's cock to slip more fully forward, and between her swollen lips. "Oh, God! Phaedra! Yes, baby… That's it…"
Phaedra moaned as her body eagerly accepted Rand's cock. Her hips tilted to give him better access, and as he entered her more fully, she cried out hoarsely, "Yes! Rand!" Her next words surprised her to her core. "Fuck me!"
Rand's body responded instantly to Phaedra's demand. Her words surprised him as well. His hands slipped to her hips and he began sliding in and out of Phaedra's body. Leaning further into Phaedra, he moved one hand around her body and down to cup her shaven mound. "I love your hairless pussy! I don't think I've ever been that surprised or horny as when I first touched this sweet, bald pussy!" One finger eased down and between the wet, slippery lips and found her clit.
Phaedra's body jerked wildly as Rand's fingers began working sensual magic on her sensitive bud of flesh. Hips flexing and rotating in response to his erotic touch, she felt Rand's cock slid into her more deeply, butting into her G-spot. Several more thrusts forward and Phaedra climaxed hard and fast. Rand's hands moved to her hips to support her, but as her cunt muscles began grabbing and pulling on his cock, he could hold off no more. His own
body took over and he began thrusting faster and faster.
"Oh, good God! Phaedra!" Rand cried hoarsely as his balls tightened and the next moment he was shooting stream after stream of hot, life-producing sperm into Phaedra's fertile womb. But right then, contraception was the last thing on their minds.
It was a few minutes before Rand straightened and his soft cock slipped from her body. Phaedra stood and looked at their reflections in the mirror. Her nipples were hard and probably poking out three quarters of an inch. Her pussy lips looked swollen and she could see the wetness beginning to seep from within her body.
Rand leaned over and kissed her shoulder. "Want to hop in the tub to clean off, or the shower?"
Phaedra felt weak in her knees, and opted for the tub. The water level had gone down, and as she settled in, the swirls and heat made her feel incredibly relaxed. She felt almost boneless as Rand settled into the water next to her. Her head lolled forward and then back as her tiredness swept through her.
"Come here," Rand said quietly, and eased Phaedra around in the tub until she was between his legs and reclining backwards, resting against his chest. Her head rested against his chest, nestling most naturally against the side of his neck. The long strands of her hair floated on the water and some were plastered across Rand's chest. Her eyes closed.
Phaedra had no idea how long they stayed like that. But Rand's hands gently shaking her shoulders awoke her. On one level she'd been aware of Rand constantly stroking and playing with her breasts. She also knew she’d spread her thighs and welcomed his fingers playing with and exploring her pussy.
Standing by the tub, feeling Rand rub the towel over her body, Phaedra felt like her knees were made of jelly and legs of rubber. She was half aware of Rand emptying the tub, and then they walked back into the bedroom. She knew it didn't make any sense, but the room felt different to her, more like she belonged!
Phaedra started towards the bed and her feet tripped over one another. Rand swung her up into his arms and strode to the bed. Rand came down beside her, and his hands began caressing her skin once again. This time there was a drag of damp skin against damp skin. It added a new element of awareness to her passionate arousal.
As she felt his hot skin next to hers, she became aware that Rand was aroused once again. His hot flesh burned into hers as he slid one strong muscular thigh between her pale white ones. As she felt his hand caressing her stomach, one part of her brain told her to push him away before he captured her soul. His hand slid between her thighs and cupped her womanhood still damp from the bath and the combined fluids of their earlier joining. She feared that it was probably too late already. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had sold her soul to the devil and now she would have to pay the consequences.
She opened her eyes as she heard Rand's groan of arousal. She felt his fingers caressing and teasing the smooth flesh that she seemed to offer to him as she spread her thighs wide. It was surprising to realize that if this were the payment, then she wouldn't mind. Rand seemed to be able to touch her body and take her places she'd never been before.
Rand wanted to go slow and savor this first time of making love to her in his bed, but the need was becoming too great. He slid his hand down and insinuated his fingers inside. The jerking of her hips proved he had found the pleasure point again, and he didn't let up until Phaedra climaxed hard. He moved above her and between her thighs. She seemed to know just how to move without his asking as her thighs lifted and encircled his hips.
He heard her call his name, "Rand!"
He tried to hold back for a moment longer, but her legs tightened and she pulled him down and into her body. As her body swallowed his hard flesh, Rand had to close his eyes. Sensations swamped his mind and he was only aware of her scent, the softness of her body and the hot flesh squeezing his cock.
Rand opened his eye and looked down at the woman beneath him. For a moment, he almost ripped the patch off, but he held back. Instead, he distracted himself by praising her body.
"God! Your body is so perfect! The way you respond to my touch excites me all the more!"
He moved within her heat and watched as her face revealed her feelings. Her lips were parted as she breathed quickly. He lowered his gaze and watched as her breasts jiggled and her taut nipples rubbed against his chest in between the downward moves. He thrust again, and her breasts jiggled and bounced with each move. He lowered his head and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. He used his tongue against the silk to stimulate her taut, but tender nub. As he pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, he felt her muscles clamping down and squeezing his cock.
"You taste so sweet…"
Rand released her nipple, wanting to slow things down. But Phaedra's legs tightened and pulled him into her body. As her second, smaller orgasm began to ripple through her, Rand started thrusting faster. He wanted her to enjoy this as much as he, but knew he could hold back no longer. His body took over and he moved faster, harder, and deeper until he stiffened and shot his cum deep into her body, unable to stop the thought that he was planting his seed in her.
He looked down and saw her eyes were closed. He couldn't push away the vision of Phaedra with her belly getting bigger as his child grew within her. He glanced down at her heaving breasts, which were bouncing and jiggling while she still struggled to calm her breathing. He was overwhelmed with the need to watch her suckle his child at her breasts. He could imagine her breasts getting bigger and filling with milk.
Suddenly, Rand shook his head to rid it of the erotic and emotional thoughts. He pulled from her body and fell to the bed beside her. He closed his eyes, letting the sweet after effects of lovemaking wash through him. It was several moments later that he felt Phaedra roll to her side, away from him.
He realized that she hadn't said more than a few words the whole time he had made love to her. He had whispered sweet praises of her body to her as he touched and caressed her, but she had remained silent.
Phaedra lay on her side, away from Rand. Her body was still shaking from the onslaught of emotions his touch gave her. And even though she closed her eyes, he was in her head. She could visualize him as he thrust into her body with his face set and intent on his actions. She shifted a bit, not wanting to disturb him and felt the wetness seep from her body. Tomorrow she would have to call her doctor, she told herself silently. It wouldn't do to leave this arrangement pregnant and unwed.
Suddenly, she felt the bed shift beneath her. A second later, Rand was curled up behind her, pressing close to her. She felt his head come to rest behind hers, and his body spooned behind her. One hand slid around her waist. She felt him lightly stroke and caress her tummy and then his hand slid upwards to cup her breast.
He didn't massage or squeeze it, but simply let the soft flesh rest in his hand. Phaedra felt a tear slide down her cheek as she realized how intimate his gesture was. It was a sign of possession. And even though she could lie and tell herself that it didn’t mean anything, her heart and her mind were already telling her that it was too late for denials.
Chapter 3
Phaedra awoke Sunday morning to find she was alone in the king size bed. As she turned over, her body reminded her of its unexpected overuse the last two nights. She grimaced at the tenderness. Rand had awakened her twice more during the night. The last time he was already inside her body, and she felt him cumming before she opened her eyes. Each time though, his touch was tender and considerate. She knew she always climaxed because that was when she usually awoke.
She left the bed slowly, making her way to the bathroom. She wrinkled her nose, as she smelled the after effects of so much sex. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She immediately saw she had two very visible love bites. One was on the side of her neck, and the second was lower, just above her left breast. She turned quickly and got into the shower. She had no choice but to use his soap and shampoo. She sniffed and realized she would now smell like Rand. As she rinsed off she reminded herself it was better th
an smelling like a prostitute.
Phaedra froze at that thought. Why shouldn't she smell like a whore since she’d behaved like one! Feeling emotionally vulnerable, she wrapped the towel around body, securing the knot between her breasts and returned to the bedroom. Opening her suitcase, she found her comb and began unknotting the tangles. She usually braided it loosely to prevent it from getting too badly tangled, but she had fallen asleep before remembering to do it. When it was finally completely combed through, she braided it loosely. She next pulled on a pair of cotton shorts and a T-Shirt. Slipping socks and sneakers on, she decided to find the kitchen and hopefully some food.
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The kitchen was deserted and she wondered if Fernando got Sundays off. Phaedra opened the refrigerator and saw a last remaining piece of pie. She decided to hell with her usual healthy breakfast and pulled the pie out. She quickly found a fork and sat down at the small nook style table. She savored the first bite, discovering it was cherry pie. She was halfway through her sweet treat when she heard a noise. She turned her head and a moment later Rand entered the kitchen. From his damp T-Shirt and wet hair, she guessed he must have been engaged in some kind of physical activity.
Rand was obviously surprised to see her sitting at his kitchen table, but he smiled at her as he ran fingers through his hair.
"Good morning! I had planned on letting you sleep in this morning. Ahh, I see you found the pie. Fernando's wife Carlita is a great cook. I have to work out regularly or I'd show how much I enjoy it."
Phaedra watched as he poured a glass of juice and drank it straight down. She found herself watching his throat as he swallowed. She turned away quickly, thinking he even looked sexy drinking juice. And she finally acknowledged what her true fear was. She was afraid that she would fall for Rand and end up nursing a broken heart.