by Brisa Starr
“You’re so beautiful, Aspen,” he whispers into my mouth. The backs of my legs touch the bed, and I lie back on it. He follows me. And all we’re doing is kissing. Holding. Our slippery tongues dance together, comfortable and confident.
“Ryker,” his name escapes my mouth on waves of moans.
“I’m here,” he reassures.
I run my fingers through his thick, brown hair, and the intensity of my grip fuels my kiss, and he responds by pressing his lips harder onto mine. He moans as his hips grind into mine, his hard erection pressed into my thigh. My thong is already damp from my aching pussy.
He stands up and pulls off his shirt, and I gaze at his beefy, chiseled chest. I suck in a tiny breath of air and lean up as I pull my legs under me, kneeling on the bed. I bring my head to his chest and place tiny kisses along the top of it, and then I drag my tongue along the lines of his pecs and down the center of his hard, spartan abs, until I’m down on all fours.
I dot more kisses and more licks along his tight torso, making my way down to his waistband, and then I bring my height back up to match his, while I unbutton and unzip his shorts. He grabs my face, and he looks into my eyes. “I was wrong. I’m sorry, Aspen. I’m so crazy about you.”
I move closer and wrap my arms around him, and kiss his lips, giving him my answer. My acceptance of his apology. I push his shorts and boxers down, and they fall to the floor. He stands next to the bed, naked, and his cock juts out, magnificent and proud, begging to connect with me. I crawl to the edge of the bed and sit on the end, with his thick shaft just inches away, staring me right in the face.
I grab his beautiful cock in one hand, and with my other hand, I gently cup his balls, as big as hard-boiled eggs, swollen with desire.
“Oh, Aspen,” he says, from deep inside his chest.
I bring my lips to his cock and slowly take him inside my mouth. He moans even louder. I start stroking him confidently with my hand, while gently fondling his balls and worshipping the head with my lips and tongue—licking it, sucking it, sliding it in and out, and making his entire cock slippery wet with my mouth. Then, I lift up his cock and lower my mouth to his balls and inhale, while softly licking them. He smells so good, so manly. Musky.
I kiss my way up the base of his cock, licking from the bottom to the top. His hands grip my hair, and as I bring my tongue around the crown of his glorious erection, he tightens his grip and pulls my hair toward him, forcing the fullness of his engorged penis so deep into my mouth that I’m afraid I’ll gag. But instead, I calm myself, relax my throat, and gently pull him deeper.
“Aspen,” he moans, desperation lacing the word. “Your mouth is heaven. You’re going to make me come.” He pulls on my hair again, but this time, it’s pulling my head away from his cock, and he slowly falls out of my mouth. He steps back and reaches out his hand, and he pulls me off the bed.
He grabs the hem of my red sundress and pulls it up my torso. I raise my arms over my head, and he lifts it up and over me and drops it on the floor. I bring my arms down, and he steps his body up to mine and kisses me hard. He’s trying to restrain himself, trying to take things slow, but both our patience is wearing.
He places his hands on my waist and gives me a sexy squeeze, as if to reassure himself that I’m really here, and then he slides my thong down to the floor. I step out of it.
“Lie back on the bed so I can worship your gorgeous pussy.” A shiver races through my body, and I gush with wetness. I climb onto the bed and scoot back until my head finds the pillow. I spread my legs, and he says, “Put your hands behind your head.” My pussy engorges with throbbing need as I do as he commands.
He positions himself between my legs and puts his arms under them, reaching his hands around and delicately spreading my pussy lips. “Ahhh!” That simplest touch sends my heart beating erratically. But then he stops and doesn’t do anything. I’m waiting, ready to scream, ready to explode, and he inhales, trying to capture my erotic scent. He finally exhales his hot breath on my exposed, swollen clit.
“Ryker,” I beg. “Please make me come.”
Anticipating his soft, hot tongue any second, he responds, “Oh baby, you can count on that.”
He bends his head down and places his lips over my clit, and he plants a kiss. A sexy, delicate, sweet kiss, and warmth soars through me. His tenderness will be my undoing, and I breathe his name, “Ryker.”
He doesn’t make me wait any longer. His tongue finds my dripping wet slit, and he licks me from the bottom to the top, making his tongue like a ladle, dipping into my wetness, letting it pour onto his tongue, and scooping it up into his mouth. He swallows. “God, Aspen, could you be any sweeter?”
Damn, this man is hot.
Like an addict ready for his second hit, he covers my pussy with his mouth and starts tongue-fucking me. I moan loudly, vaguely aware that we’re in a hotel room with thin walls… but fuck it, I don’t care. “Ahhhh!”
The air conditioner hums to life noisily, and I let myself moan louder as I grind on his face and bring my hands to his head, trying to pull his face harder into my needy cunt.
But he pulls his head back and commands, “Keep your hands behind your head.”
I groan even louder, it’s so hot and sexy. I like when he tells me what to do. I like not being in charge of anything and just giving myself over to him. I do as he says, and he has me so horny that I gyrate my hips, dying to let this pent-up desire explode out of me. He completely owns me. I need to come so badly, I would let him do anything he wants to me right now.
He buries his face back into my pussy and masterfully glides his tongue through my meaty labia to my clit, in full command of my body. My breathing becomes ragged, and my chest arches up off the bed. My legs tighten.
Here we go, I’m getting close.
The firm flicking of his expert tongue drives me mad and brings me so close to my orgasm. Almost there. And he takes his finger and gently… slowly… pushes it deep into my quivering pussy. My pelvis gyrates wildly now, with a mind of its own, bucking for more. He hums a deep mmmmm, and his fiery mouth vibrates on my clit. Then he flicks his tongue rapidly, and his finger fucks me with a steady, smooth tempo.
“Oh god. Please… Don’t stop,” I beg.
He growls, a primal sound emanating from his chest, as he commands my body, relishing that he’s in charge. In total control of me. And my orgasm. “Come on my mouth, Aspen,” he says, his voice muffled by my sopping wet pussy.
He applies slightly more pressure to my clit—fuck, he’s a pro at this—just enough that it takes me right up to the tippy top of my climax. Yes. I’m there… I hold it for just a second, my legs tight… then release. A river of exquisite, golden ecstasy shimmers through me, and my body explodes. Shattered, I tumble, free-falling through orgasmic bliss. I’m so high, I nearly pass out.
I release a shaky, satisfied exhale as my legs unwind their tightness. My toes curl, and the orgasm was so hard, it made my calves cramp.
He keeps his mouth between my legs for a moment, gently French-kissing my pussy, luxuriating in the creaminess of my post-orgasm cunt. I got mine… he’s still mouth-fucking me for his own pleasure, and I find that to be insanely erotic. He really likes it.
I relax back inside my body, and I sink into the soft comforter. I open my eyes, and he gets up off the bed. A jolt of happiness flutters between my legs, knowing what’s coming next. Heh, that was just foreplay! I close my eyes, and fresh wetness fills my pussy in anticipation. I feel wonderful… but now I need his cock.
He puts on a condom and kneels between my legs. He looks down at me and whispers, “You’re mine, Aspen.”
Our eyes lock, and for a brief second, I let his words knock on the door to my brain, which is trying to think coherently, but it can’t because hormones are raging through my body, and my pussy is throbbing. But something in my brain shifts, and it opens that door. It lets those words in, and it closes the door behind them, locking it, thinking one word…
“Yes,” I say. “I’m yours. Completely.”
He closes his eyes, while his declaration of ownership, and my reply, settle in the still air around us.
Then, he opens his eyes, and he places the tip of his hard-as-steel cock at the entrance of my pussy. He slides it inside me and lowers his body, so he towers over me. We kiss, and he pumps his cock in and out of me with tenderness, in a slow, sultry, and maddeningly seductive rhythm. I pull my knees back to my chest, giving him total access to the depths of my womb, and we both moan inside our kiss.
He continues pumping me with this hypnotic, delicious slow pace for… how long? I have no idea… I lose all track of time. It just feels so good, and I lose myself in it…
After a while, he starts picking up the pace, and I match him as my hips meet his thrusts, and I want more. I need it harder. Faster. He senses my needs and pumps his raging cock into me faster. God, I love it so much.
Then he pulls out. I gasp.
“I want to take you from behind,” he says, and my knees tense at the erotic desire blazing in his eyes. I obey him, turning over and getting on my hands and knees. He grabs my hips and slides his cock into me, slowly, so he doesn’t hurt me, but I’m ready to take all of him. I need all of him, even if it hurts… I don’t care. I arch my back, letting him know I’m ready, and he grabs my hips firmly, and says, “brace yourself.”
He slams his cock deep into me, and I cry out in desperate pleasure as he continues pumping me from behind.
“Ahh!” I gasp. My body begs for more. Bucking. Needing.
“Aspen, your pussy is so tight. Fuck!” He fucks me harder, and my pussy gushes more slippery wetness onto his cock. He reaches under me with his finger and rubs my clit, and it works.
“Ryker. Honey… I’m gonna come.”
“Come on my big cock, baby. Let me feel your pussy quiver,” he says, and he picks up his tempo, both with his thrusts and his finger on my clit, and—wham!—I slam right into that peak again… that glorious, thrilling, climactic peak, and I scream his name. “Ryker!” I don’t care who can hear me. Oh my god, the pleasure sings through my body as I come so hard on his cock, just like he commanded.
“Ryker,” I breathe.
As I finish my orgasm, he puts his hands back on my waist and continues fucking me in a mad, deep frenzy. Desperate to release his seed in me. “Aspen…” he says, reeling with ecstasy as he grunts like a beast and starts coming hard inside me.
His thrusts slow down, but the intensity is still coursing through his twitching body, so he waits a moment and doesn’t pull out yet. I feel him straighten up behind me, his cock still in me, moaning his appreciation.
He slowly slides his cock out of me, and I turn around and lie back on the bed, watching him as he takes off the shriveled condom filled with his cum.
“I’m… speechless,” I say, and he gives me a sexy chuckle. He lies back down on the bed, on his back, opening his arm for me to join him. I snuggle in and drape a leg over him and my arm over his chest. I take a deep breath. He kisses the top of my head and wraps his arms around me, pulling me in tighter.
And in this moment, everything seems clear and safe. Clear that I want to be with him. Safe that I can trust him.
I didn’t expect this. A man in my life right now. But here we are, and it’s right. I know it is. My heart is calm, my body relaxed, and my brain is surprisingly confident about this new direction. I have somebody to share everything with. A person to work toward my goals with, to share the good and the bad.
I exhale and close my eyes, enjoying this drugged bliss that’s soothing the nerves I fried this past year. He squeezes me, as though he can read my mind, and he understands. I look up at him and kiss his lips. I run my fingers through his hair, and then I lean up on my elbow and cup his face, looking right at him.
“I’m glad you came to get me.”
26
Ryker
A month ago, I never would have guessed in a million years that my life would be what it is today… my days deep in patent applications, and my nights deep in Aspen.
She’s a dream come true.
I’m spending my days at the law firm working with my dad. We’re having a great time. We bounce ideas off each other, strategize, and I’m kicking ass for his Blackstar client. I’ve been able to add value to the firm, and my chest swells with the pride.
I think a lot about Dad’s comment about juice and being excited to wake up every day. And, as I wake up each morning with my arm around Aspen at her condo, I get my first taste of her. And then, when I drive to the law office, my fingers playfully tap the steering wheel to the beat of whatever music I’m listening to. I have a permanent grin on my face.
No more floundering. I’m driven, from the moment I wake, until the moment I close my eyes to sleep. And I’m sleeping. Gone are the nights of lying awake or going to the gym at 2:00 a.m.
Aspen and I have quickly fallen into a comfortable routine. We kiss goodbye each morning and head to work. She spends her mornings at the bistro and afternoons working on fixing up The Rose. I sometimes work late. I’ve been working out hard, in preparation for my upcoming Spartan race. Sometimes I go to the gym after work, if I didn’t have time to go during the day. And then, I either take her out for dinner, or I meet her at the bistro and help her in the kitchen making pies. I’m getting good at the crust part, and now she lets me roll out the dough.
My first pie came out lopsided, but under her excellent tutelage, I’ve improved my pie-making skills. And it’s fun that she lets me help. The woman who prided herself on never letting a man help her is letting me help her make her signature pies! Though sometimes, my helping means we take longer to finish. There’s nothing hotter than taking her from behind, her ass up in the air, her luscious body bent over the stainless steel counter as it bangs against the wall.
When she complained about possible health code violations, we thoroughly cleaned and disinfected the kitchen. So the next night, she rode me in one of the booths in the dining area. The streetlights filtering in through the closed blinds painted parallel lines of shadow that contoured her naked body like a noir detective novel.
Another time, we fucked on one of the spinning, high-top stools at the bar in the restaurant. Hilarity ensued, but it proved dangerous… honestly, not sure what we were thinking with that one.
Actually, I do know. We’re both constantly horny as fuck for each other.
So, we’re both busy, but we’re also both finding time for each other. We exchange lusty text messages throughout the day. I see it as part of my boyfriend duty to make her wet and wanting all day, so the minute she sees me at night, she spreads her legs. One night, she made it back to her place before I did, and when I arrived, she was waiting for me in bed, naked, her legs spread, her fingers touching her wet pussy, ready to get fucked.
And she enjoys getting me worked up all day, too. Damn, that woman has sent some text messages that would make a sailor blush. She knows how aroused I get reading them. When I tell her I’m going to spank her bare ass, she sends even more naughty texts to tease me. My gorgeous, blond, cherry-lipped hellcat girlfriend.
As much as I’d like to fuck her every which way at my house on the lake, we always stay at her place, because it’s closer to town, closer to her work at the bistro and The Rose. But also because of her bunny, Dagny. Apparently, Dagny gets anxious if left alone too long. But to be honest, I’m pretty sure Dagny is pretty freaked out no matter what’s going on. She’s cute, though.
I still regularly remind Aspen that I’m going to marry her, and that she should start moving her stuff into my house. She pretends to ignore me, or she slaps my shoulder or gives me a playful shove. Every couple of days though, I water that seed. And the idea has taken root. I can see her suppressing a grin every time I say it.
I am going to marry that woman.
I had a great day at the office, and Aspen said she’d be busy for a couple of hours, so I went to the gym and banged out a worko
ut before heading over to her place.
Figuring I gave her enough time to finish whatever she was working on, I ring the doorbell to the condo, still annoyed that I don’t have a key yet. I’ll get one eventually.
She doesn’t answer right away, and when she finally opens the door, I ask, “What took you so long?” I walk into the condo and set my keys on the small table by the door.
“Sorry,” she says and stands on her toes to give me a kiss. But she pulls away too soon. “I’m knees-deep trying to make this website. I want to be able to take reservations, but my forte is baking, not building websites.”
I follow her into the living room, where she has her dining room table set up as a desk. She has papers spread out on it, stacks of files, and an empty cream cheese foil wrapper.
She sits back down at her laptop and mumbles cuss words as she runs her hands through her hair. I don’t like to see her frustrated. I want my future wife calm and relaxed. And she should be, because I have a billion dollars, and I could solve this problem of hers with a phone call.
But my stubborn woman is determined.
Determined to do as much as she can on her own.
I stand behind her and rub her shoulders. I haven’t had her since last night, and my cock gets hard merely by being in her presence. My buildup of semen makes my loins ache, and I won’t feel better until my cock is deep inside her. She closes her eyes and tilts her head to the side. I rub her neck with my thumbs, and she moans in appreciation.
“Can I please help you?” I ask her.
“No.” She stiffens her upper back. “I don’t want your money. I can do this on my own.”
“I know you can do it on your own,” I say. “But why should you? It can take you a few days, or it can take you ten minutes. And your time is valuable.” I pull her hair, forcing her head back so she can look up at me behind her. I want to shove my cock into her beautiful mouth.
She tugs her head back upright, and then she drops her chin to her chest and says, “Because. I just have to.”
