by Frost, Ada
“Wait.” Em sat up, her gorgeous breasts jiggling with the movement, and no matter how I tried, I couldn't stop my gaze falling to them. Oh, who the fuck was I kidding? I didn't even try not to look. “She refused you three times?”
I nodded.
“Because…because she didn't like the proposal?”
Again I bobbed my head, while keeping my eyes on her rosy nipples.
“How did you do it? I’m guessing it wasn’t a Pizza Hut carpark in a beat up Fiesta in the middle of winter with your hands numb so you dropped the ring under the front seat.”
My face split into a huge grin. “That is some specific proposal.”
“Jack and I were students. We had no money, but it was romantic enough for me. I just wanted…” she stopped talking and cleared her throat. Her face fell and her eyes carried a look of pain.
“Come here.” I opened my arms and she smiled softly and snuggled down onto my chest again. I slid my thumb over her nipple, feeling it pucker under my touch. “The first time, I took her to her favourite restaurant and had the waiter put the ring in the glass of champagne. I know, cliché, but she wanted the romantic crap. She refused because hardly anyone witnessed it. Second time, I had dad charter the company’s private jet to fly us to the Canadian Rockies, and I reserved a log cabin, but she found it too cold and hated the snow. The third time, we vacationed in Florence. We went on a sailboat down the Arno River–”
“Oh, my God, I can’t take anymore. The woman is clearly insane. Christ, I’d have been on my knees –”
“Now, there’s a vision.”
She slapped my chest, giggling. “You have a naughty mind.”
I pointed at myself. “Dirty old man, remember?”
Her smile was radiant as it spread clear across her face. “You may be the most romantic man I have ever met. I may need to handcuff you to the bed – stop with the dirty thoughts, already.”
I rolled us quickly so I was above her. Her tiny fingers ran up and down my ribs. I leaned on my forearm and ran my other hand through her hair. “It was a waste of time.” I glanced down at her hot body. Her pert breasts brushed against my chest; she opened her thighs so I could nestle against her heat. “I should have known. I If it took a production to accept a marriage proposal, then the love between us wasn’t real. I don’t want another woman in our bed, so forget about her. She’s my past; you are very much my present and future.”
Her eyes flared wide; there was a moment I swear I saw panic, but then a warm smile spread across her fuckable mouth and my chest felt weird, like I was being tickled from the inside. I needed to taste her lips.
Will’s warm lips pressed against mine in a whisper of a kiss. “She was lying, by the way,” I said breathlessly as Will’s mouth trailed a sensuous path across my jaw and down my neck.
“Who?” His lips pressed at the hollow of my neck. I lifted my chin to give him better access; the beautiful contrast of his warm soft lips and his scratchy stubble was so intense I tried squeezing my thighs together, but his huge body was nestled against me.
“Rhea, she was lying. I don’t… I don’t… can you stop doing that a second?”
His deep chuckle against my skin made it pebble in goosebumps, and my nipples harden into highly sensitive peaks.
“Stop what?” His mouth sucked on my neck before he nipped the flesh. I gasped and clutched my hands in his hair. “You want me to stop?” He sucked again and kissed the sting away. I rocked my head from side to side and held his head to me. So what are you saying?”
“She lied. I don’t bring men here. You. Only you” I gasped.
“No one else?”
“No, never. This is –” I groaned when his large hands slid between us and cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my tight nipples. “This is my home, Izzy’s home. I can’t–”He scraped his chin down my sensitised chest toward my aching nipples. He pressed a soft, tender kiss between my breasts. I tried moving my body to bring an aching point to his mouth, but he held me down, his large body consuming me.
“No man has ever fucked you in this bed?”
I shook my head and squirmed beneath him. My body was on fire; I needed him to touch me.
“No man has ever done this…” His mouth covered my nipple and sucked, hard. As his teeth clamped around my beaded nipple, I cried out at the decadent sensation, my body jolting against his.
“Will, please!”
Will’s sexy hands slid down my body, tracing the contours of my skin, before he cupped my mound. Large fingers spread me wide before a blunt tip pressed against my throbbing clit; my body seized in rapture.
“Will!” I choked. I fisted my hands in his hair.
“Tell me what you want, Emily; demand what you want me to do.” His mouth descended on my left breast, sucking, nipping, and blowing. My mind fogged. I rocked my hips against his hand, but he moved with me, giving me no friction whatsoever.
“Baby, I want to hear you say it. What do you want?”
“You, oh, God, just fucking touch me.” I fisted my hands in the sheets, pressing down into the bed to arch my body into his.
“Where?” I could feel the fucker smiling against my breast. I let out a growl of frustration and covered my face with my hands, screaming into them. He chuckled, actually bloody laughed at me. Oh, payback was going to be one motherfucking bitch!
“My fluff, touch my –”
“Wait, what?” His hands wrapped around my wrists and pulled them away from my face, his green eyes dancing with humour as he stared down at me.
“You know,” I nodded down my body, “my fluff, my lady garden, my pussy.” A slow grin spread across his gorgeous mouth. His eyes danced around, staring at my face.
“Your fluff?”
I slapped his arse. “Yes, now quit making fun of me and continue with what you were doing.”
My face was on fire. He didn't move, just lay above me, staring down at me. His eyes softened, and a tender smile graced his lips before he kissed me softly.
“You’re adorable; you know that, right?”
“Just what a girl wants to hear when a man’s between her legs.”
His laughter was instant. His chest shaking against mine caused my breasts to jiggle. He thrust his hips, and seriously hard length, against me.
“Oh, I’d say adorable is a fucking turn-on.” We both moaned at the slick contact. “Now, let me acquaint myself with your fluff.”
In a manoeuvre so fucking slick, more agile than his huge frame should be able to move, his face was in direct line with my… okay, fluff.
“Hello there, fluff.” His eyes lifted to mine. A mischievous grin sent shivers down my spine. I could feel his warm breath against my wetness. “I’m Will, and tonight I will be your server.”
I’d opened my mouth to tell him to stop being a dork when he ran a finger through my folds. The pressure against my clit was perfect, but too quick. I cried out a plea to stop teasing.
“Patience, Em, I’m getting acquainted with my new friend here.” Again, he slid his finger down my centre, as if caressing a pet. I moaned and slid my hand over my mound, between myself and his face, and touched my clit. A sense of relief flushed through my body. But huge hands wrapped around my wrist.
“I’ve told you before, pixie-girl, this pussy belongs to me, and only I touch it. I do not share my toys. Hear me?”
“Touch me, then.” He slid our hands under my bottom. With his other hand he captured my free one and did the same. With one meaty fist, he held my hands captive behind my back.
“Now,” he pressed a kiss to my pubic bone, “where were we?”
“Please, Will.” I wriggled my legs and rolled my hips. My skin felt ready to ignite. He blew a slow, steady stream of air over my clit. I threw my head back in frustration. The deep throb between my legs was almost painful. With his free hand, he slid his finger down my centre, far too quickly, but this time he repeated it. I needed more, I needed–
“Yes!” I cried out
on a breathy whisper as his mouth pressed down on me, his tongue sliding up my slick heat. My body jolted in euphoric pleasure as I throbbed beneath his tongue.
“Sweet as fucking candy.” The vibrations of his voice added new sensations. I was on the cusp of exploding. His tongue laved against me. One large hand held me captive, while the other parted my folds, exposing my needy core. His fingers stroked against my entrance as his mouth sucked my clit into his mouth. I fisted my bound hands.
“You ready, beautiful?”
“Yes, Will. Please.”
Will sucked hard on my clit and thrust two fingers into me. The conflicting sensations forced my eyes open and the breath to lodge in my throat. The fullness of his large fingers and the hard, pulsing suction threw me over the edge with brute force. I screamed his name as I shamelessly rode his face. He released my hands and I immediately gripped his hair. I panted and clawed at him until I came back to reality. Will slowly, almost lazily, pumped his fingers inside me, drawing out aftershocks.
“That was beautiful.” He smiled, his green eyes twinkling with delight. He pressed a final kiss to my mound and slid his tongue through my folds one more time before his body was on top of mine. His gorgeous arms caged me in; a muscle ticked in his jaw. The unspent power in his body was magnificent. He reached over the side of the bed, grabbing his discarded jeans.
When he lifted his hand a small foil packet was between his fingers. He pressed a kiss to my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips. I slid my spaghetti arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth. I loved the way he kissed; it was controlling and passionate. His hands framed my face as he took possession of my mouth. I slid my hands down his smooth back; muscles jumped under my touch. I cupped his arse and squeezed the tight globes in my fists. I pressed down and pushed my hips against his, causing a deliciously deep moan in his throat. He peppered hot kisses down my throat and across my collarbone before tracing a path to my breasts. I arched into him to give him better access. His tongue dipped out, licking against my beaded point before showing the same attention to my other breast.
“You ready for me?”
“Yes!”
He slid his hand between us, over my mound and through my folds. I should have been embarrassed at how wet I was, but the appreciative moan from Will had me smiling. He sat back on his haunches and took his beautiful length in his fist and pumped. He watched with avid attention as his finger circled my clit. I watched his tight fist slowly slide up and down his length, his thumb swiping over the slick, blunt tip. I licked my lips, desperate to taste him.
Will glanced up at me, his eyes bright, shining emeralds. “You like watching me jerk off, Em?”
“Yes.”
Two fingers slid inside me. I threw my head back and lifted my hips against his hand. I sighed in absolute delight. I lifted my head to watch him as he watched his fingers slide into my pussy. His fist had a brutal grip on his cock. He pulled his fingers away from my body, making me jolt with the loss. He slid them into his mouth and sucked them clean of my essence. I opened my mouth in shocked awe. He grabbed the condom and opened it with his teeth before sheathing himself. Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, he moved above me, sliding the tip through my folds. He leaned down and kissed me, hard, passionately and mind numbingly perfectly.
Slowly, oh so torturously slow, he slid his thick length inside me. We both sighed. I closed my eyes, savouring the sensation of being so completely filled.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want to see you. All of you, while I'm inside your body.”
I slid my arms up his back, over his shoulders and cupped his neck. I pressed my thumb against his jugular, feeling our joint pulses. He slid his body into mine until he was seated balls deep. He leaned down and kissed me; his eyes remained open, an intimate act. I watched his beautiful face in awe as he pulled out all the way to the tip before repeating the maddeningly slow thrusts. We gazed at one another, breathing deep, gasping, and moaning. His hand cupped my hip and the other ran through my hair.
Tears prickled my eyes as emotion consumed me; this was beyond intimate. This was making love to an earth shattering extent. Everything was on display, my heart, my soul, my love for this man. I was completely and utterly open to him. I closed my tear-filled eyes.
“Don’t hide it, Em; this is us. Look at me.”
I shook my head, releasing a fat tear down my cheek. His thrusts continued and my body was officially at war with my mind.
“I am a reflection of you. I'm open for you, Emily. Everything I see in you, I feel in here.” He gently held my hand against his heart. I could feel it hammering against his chest, beating with life and love. Beating for me. I opened my eyes and gasped as he thrust into me.
“This is all of me, for you.” He dropped his head and claimed my mouth in a gentle kiss, his tongue warm against mine. A statement of a kiss. He was right; I was his and only his.
The pulse throbbing between my legs intensified as his thrusts went faster and deeper. I clutched at his shoulders and stared into his eyes.
“All of me, for you. I’m yours, Em. All you have to do is claim me.”
My body shuddered as he slid his thick fingers between us and pressed against my clit. I screamed his name and chanted as ecstasy claimed me and I claimed my man.
“I claim you.”
His release was as explosive, my words sending him into orbital orgasm. His body tightened and tensed above me as he jerked inside me. His deep roar of bliss heightened my orgasm and I tightened around him, milking him.
We were silent for a few minutes; the only sounds were those of our erratic breathy pants and gentle kisses.
“I think my meeting with fluff was highly successful.”
I burst into a fit of hilarity, and Will’s hulking body shook with silent laughter above me. I pressed a kiss to his shoulder and slapped his butt.
“You’re naughty.”
“Only with you, my magical little pixie.”
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I fell in love with my giant.
I opened my eyes at the ass crack of dawn. It was the same every morning, regardless of the acrobatic sex marathon I’d had with the blonde goddess beside me. Last night was phenomenal. I could see her fighting what was happening. But I was sick of that shit; we were adults. Yeah, we had problems and issues to face, but I was happier when I was with her than I had ever been. I never thought I would, or could, feel this way about another woman after loving Mar for half my life. The heart was a fickle creature, but a stubborn fucker, because my heart wanted Em, and no matter how I tried to argue that it wasn’t logical, I was losing. So I was admitting defeat and taking what I wanted. I turned to my side and watched her sleep. She was definitely a cover and pillow hog. She was lying on her stomach, one arm tucked under her pillow, the other resting under her cheek. Her golden hair was fanned out over the pillow like the sun kissing the landscape. She had the comforter tucked right up to her chin so I couldn't have a sneaky peek of her delectable body. I stretched beside her, and when she simply snorted a tiny snore and snuggled further into her pillow, I smiled and got out of bed. I decided to go for a run and call at the bakery I saw her at the day after we first met. I’d been back there a few times after the disaster in my kitchen, but she was never there. The old guy kinda knew who I was looking for though, because he started making not so subtle hints about her and Izzy.
Yeah, that’s what I would do, go there and get her some fresh bread and her favourite desserts. The old man could help. Izzy, too, seeing as she should be home tonight. The place was quiet without the kid.
I pulled my shorts out of my overnight bag and padded into the bathroom to get changed. Ten miles should be enough of a workout and give Em time to wake up. If not, I’d wake her up with an exercise routine of my own.
I pressed a kiss to her hair, hoping she’d wake, but the bed bunny was not waking up anytime soon. I headed down the stairs and stopped dead in my tracks whe
n I caught sight of the sickening creature sprawled naked on the couch. I shuddered, because yeah, she and Em were alike, but Rhea was so fucking vile, it made my skin crawl. I slid my earbuds into my ears and opened the door, snagging Emily’s keys from the table.
***
I slowed down as I approached her house before coming to a gasping stop at the foot of her porch steps. I bent at the waist, placed the bakery bag on the ground, and grabbed my knees with my hands. I had pushed myself beyond my norm. So much so, I’d shaved five minutes from my time. My body hated me right then; my legs shook, my arms ached, and my chest felt like it was being beaten from the inside out.
My intention was to do my usual circuit, call home to see Mom, Dad, and Ry, grab a shower and a change of clothes before coming back here. But I’d totally bypassed all of that shit. I’d gotten to the bakery, ordered Em’s favourites and the guy even put some free ginger snaps in for Izzy. I’d asked him what Emily liked; when I described her to the old guy, he had an instant smile on his face. Once I had the bag stocked, I practically sprinted back. I pulled the keys from my pocket and headed inside. The couch was empty when I entered. I put the keys back on the table and slid my feet out of my sneakers. Usually I would pull my shirt off, but I didn't want Rhea getting any weird fucked up ideas it was for her. I could feel the sweat rolling down my face and back. I walked into the kitchen and Rhea was standing at the counter waiting for the kettle to boil. When she heard the crinkle of the bag she turned toward me.
Her tired panda eyes caught sight of me and a slow grin lifted the corners of her mouth. She reminded me of a snake eyeing weak prey. I walked to the sink, grabbed a glass and chugged some water down. The cold slid down my overheated body.
“Well, don’t you look all sexy, hot and sweaty.”
I ignored her and took two mugs out of the cupboard. I would take Emily a hot cup of tea to have with her breakfast while I had a much needed shower.