by Mia Madison
He shakes his head. “Nothing.”
“No, tell me.” Then, remembering whom I’m talking to, I add, “Please.”
15
A Roll Of The Dice
Lily
“I’ll tell you later.” His head lowers to mine and he claims my mouth in a long, deep, drugging kiss. At the same time, his fingers slide under the hem of my panties and down to cup me.
Feeling his skin against mine there is electrifying. My legs move restlessly, not sure what they should be doing, but needing to dispel the energy surging through my body. Then he parts my slick folds and presses a finger inside me.
I moan against his mouth while his finger and tongue work in concert, plunging inside me, then pulling back, slowly at first, then faster. My hips arch, inviting him in, trying to take him deeper. When his thumb starts to circle my clit, I nearly go mad.
Tearing my mouth away from his, because suddenly I can’t breathe, I gasp, “Hunter!”
“You’re so wet you’re slippery.” His finger doesn’t stop, and neither does his thumb. He’s still circling, not getting down to business.
“Hunter …”
“More?”
“Yes. Please.”
He works another finger inside me, and I suck in a breath at the sudden discomfort. “You’re so tight, honey,” he says. “Hang on; I’m going to make it better for you.”
Brushing a soft kiss against my lips, he works his way down my body, his hand still busy between my legs. When his head reaches my hips, he pulls his hand away long enough to tug my panties down and off, then spreads my legs and settles between them. His cheeks are heavy with stubble, and he rubs them against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, then sucks the tender flesh into his mouth.
My head is tossing on its pillow as sensation builds, one golden layer atop another, thickening my blood. Then Hunter’s mouth is on my softest flesh, and I groan. He licks me open, working his magic all over again, his fingers once more stroking steadily in and out of me.
Finally, he reaches my clit. He presses a gentle kiss there and I arch my hips, begging wordlessly for more, always more. A flick of his tongue and I jerk, pleasure arcing through me.
The tip of his tongue traces my swollen tip as I writhe, until at long last he closes his mouth over me. My eyes roll back in my head. Oh yes. This is heaven.
He starts to suck, and my hips automatically find a rhythm, pushing me up against him. Then he adds a third finger, and a tiny whimper escapes me. Until his hand starts to move faster, and the friction combined with what his mouth is doing to my clit obliterates the ache in a flood of pleasure.
A new urgency seizes me, a pressure that gathers and coils in my core, pulsing out along my nerves only to return and twist even tighter. It builds, and builds, until my body is like a bowstring about to snap.
Then Hunter presses his teeth against my clit, and I cry out as a violent orgasm engulfs me, crashing over me in wave after wave of pleasure.
When I come back to myself, he’s stretched out at my side, his thumb brushing idly over one nipple. “How are you doing?” he says.
I open my mouth and close it again, then settle for, “Wow.”
He smiles and kisses me, and I taste myself on him. “On to the main event?” he asks.
“Yes, please.” Then I take in his expression. “What’s wrong?”
Hunter hesitates, and I can tell he’s wrestling with something. Eventually, he says, “I assume you’re not on the pill. Or anything else.”
Oh. “No,” I say quietly.
“I have condoms.”
“Do I hear a ‘but’?”
“But … even the best condom in the world is still a barrier. A necessary evil, but the sensations are different. Less.”
Now I understand. “You want to go without?”
“Maybe, just this once. Just for your first time. But it’s entirely up to you. I’ve been tested, so there wouldn’t be any concerns there.”
“Just the minor matter of a potential pregnancy.”
“Yes. A roll of the dice, but a big one. And if we gambled and lost, I would take care of you, no matter what. But it’s your body.”
16
Perfect
Hunter
Waiting for her response, I can’t believe I even brought it up. Having unprotected sex is something I don’t do, haven’t done for a good twenty years.
But against my better judgment, I had to ask. Because with Lily, I want things I never have before. And right now, the animal inside me doesn’t just want to claim her.
I want to join with her, fully and completely. With no obstacles. And if we make a child, my primitive side will rejoice.
Which is one hell of a shocker. And I’m almost certain that even if this weren’t her first time – if Lily had had a lover, or a thousand of them – I’d feel the same impulse.
I try to keep all this off my face, because I don’t want to pressure her. My inner beast is screaming at me to fuck her bareback, as many times as it takes until she’s pregnant. But my rational side is hanging on by a thread.
I’m not even certain yet that things will work out between us. So far, so extremely good; the way Lily responds to me gives me all sorts of hope. But there’s a lot of territory we still haven’t covered.
Her hand covers mine, the one that’s cupping her breast. I bring my eyes to hers, and she gives me a hesitant smile. “You can pull out, right?”
“Yes.” Every cell in my body protests, but I’ll do it for her. “It’s not exactly a perfect method, but better than nothing.”
“Okay.” That adorable blush creeps up her face again. “Like you said, for my first time … I want to feel you.”
I kiss her, tweaking her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, swallowing the sound she makes, then climb off the bed and strip. Lily watches me, staring unabashedly, her eyes drinking me in. When I lose my pants and underwear, her gaze locks on my dick like it’s the only thing in the universe.
I’ve gone partially soft with the delay, but her fascinated inspection is enough to bring me back. Her eyes get huge and I know what she’s thinking. “It’ll be fine.”
She gives me a look of extreme skepticism. “Really,” I say. “People have been doing this for tens of thousands of years.”
“Well …” She manages a crooked smile. “It only hurts the first time, right?”
The last thing I want is to hurt her. Not like that, not in any way that isn’t wrapped up in bringing her the ultimate pleasure. “I think we’ve already done enough that you won’t feel more than some momentary discomfort.” I’m not exactly sure that’s true, but if it helps her relax then it might become true.
Sure enough, most of the worry fades from her expression. “Why are you all the way over there?” she says, and I climb back onto the bed and lie down next to her. She reaches for me, and I let her work me for a few seconds while I move a hand down to explore between her legs.
She’s still dripping wet, so I shift down. Lily pouts at having to let go of me, but when I take my cock in hand and start to rub the tip over her soft folds, she forgives me in a hurry.
“Hunter.” Her moan makes me even harder, but I keep on with what I’m doing until her hips move, the rhythm older than time inviting me in. Then I position myself at her entrance, ready to make her mine.
I should ask her one more time if she’s sure about the condom, but I don’t. She might change her mind, and I want her – need her – too badly. Meeting her eyes, I start to press inside.
She tenses, and I ease back before pressing in again. “Breathe, Lily.” I put just a little command in my voice, and she sucks in air. Even with all our preliminaries, she’s incredibly tight.
I stop a little way inside to suck her breasts, one elbow holding me above her, my other hand reaching down to tease her clit. When she moans, I flex my hips and slide forward.
Before long, I’m in deep. Quelling the need to move, I kiss her until her answering ki
sses become heated, her legs coming up to wrap around me. Only then do I draw back, until just the tip is inside her, then push back in.
Her breath catches, but not like it did before. I do it again, and again, and she moans, a long, low sound that almost shreds my control.
“Okay?” I ask.
“Don’t stop.” The look on her face makes me feel like a god.
“I won’t stop.”
Her hands frame my face. “Hunter … you feel so good …”
“So do you.”
Perfect. That’s how she feels.
17
Beautiful
Lily
So. Totally. Worth the wait.
Sex, and Hunter, and especially sex with Hunter. I want to do this forever.
He goes a little faster, and the impossibly good gets even better. My hips start to lift, meeting him on every stroke. “That’s it,” he says. “Let your instincts take over.”
The urgency is growing again, rising, swelling. “Hunter …”
“More?”
“Yes, please.” He speeds up a little more, and I match him. His eyes roam my face, his expression intense but … the only word I can think of is tender.
I thought it would be mostly about getting it over with, this first time, a quick, heated rush to the finish line. There’s heat, all right, but it’s so much more.
The weight of his body on mine – not all of it, he’s holding most of it off me – feels so good, so right. And his cock inside me, rubbing against all my nerve endings, is beyond amazing.
But it’s not just the physical. I never imagined it was possible to feel so connected to another person. If I were the poetic type, I might think our souls had drifted down to the place where our bodies join, and they’re traveling back and forth, so now I have some of Hunter’s and he has some of mine.
Then my body has had enough of thought. Now, it demands, and I gasp and arch against him. Hunter reaches down between us and finds my clit. “I want you to come for me, Lily.”
“Okay,” I moan. His fingers rub, press, and roll, again, and again, and I cry out as the climax takes me.
Hunter speeds up while I’m still coming, and I get an inkling of the power of his body, how much he’s been holding back, and still is. I want him to let go, to find the same release he’s given me.
And then, as if a tape’s been rewound, my words to him play back: You can pull out, right? And it’s wrong, all wrong.
“Hunter!” His face is tense with concentration, and I know he’s willing himself to stop in time. “Stay inside me.”
“Lily,” he grits out, and I’m not sure if he understands or not. So I say it again.
“Stay inside. Don’t pull out.”
“Baby. Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please, I need to feel you.” And I do, I need it, like I need my next breath.
“Lily.” He growls it, and then he stops holding back, and shows me the difference between sex and fucking.
He pounds into me, hard and fast, and it’s glorious. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back, and feel it building. “I’m going to come again!”
“Fuck.” He pummels me even harder, until my body explodes, and a second later he follows me. His release floods me, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt.
I take his weight then, all of it, and that’s wonderful too. His face is buried in my neck, and we stay that way for long moments until he levers himself up on his elbows and looks down at me. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I smile, and he smiles back, and kisses me, and then rolls off, taking me with him so we’re on our sides.
He cradles my face in one hand, stroking his thumb along one cheekbone. “How are you doing?”
18
Whatever You Want
Lily
“I’m excellent,” I assure him.
He grins. “Yes, you are.” I blush, and he kisses me again, then rolls out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Bath.” He goes through an adjoining doorway. There’s not much light in his bedroom, but I can see clean lines and lots of gray and black, punctuated with touches of deep eggplant. I hear water running, and then Hunter comes back and scoops me into his arms.
The bathroom is big enough to serve as a studio apartment and continues the bedroom’s color scheme. The tub is an enormous sunken lagoon that could probably hold four people, fragrant steam rising from the water. Hunter climbs in and settles down, turning me so I’m straddling him, snuggled close against his chest.
His hand strokes up and down my back, soothing, and we cuddle for a few minutes before he says,“So. Thoughts on the ancient dance?”
I love that he wants to talk. He must have done what we just did a million times before, but he’ll let me process my reactions. “My first response, after we got going, was ‘I don’t want this to ever end.’ But then that doesn’t work, because the body wants to race ahead to the finish line.”
“Yeah. It’s a biological imperative, I guess. Without it, people could do nothing but have sex all day – but if they never finished, the species would die out.” That reminds me that we just rolled the dice on continuing the species ourselves, and we fall silent until Hunter says, “But the good thing is, we can always do it again.”
I give him my best attempt at a sultry smile. “Are we going to do it again soon?”
“Later. You’re sore.”
I rub my breasts against him. “I don’t mind.”
He gives me a look. “Remember when I said it’s my job to take care of you?”
“Yeah, but you said that about the kinky stuff.”
“It’s always my job to take care of you, not just then.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Shouldn’t it be my choice?” Honestly, I love that he feels that way, but I feel compelled to test his limits, see how he responds.
Hunter seems to know I’m not really serious. He’s smiling in that cat’s-got-the-cream way he has. “Feeling naughty, are you?”
“Maybe.”
He brushes his lips along my neck. “Maybe I should show you what happens to naughty girls.” A shiver runs through me despite the warm water, and my nipples go hard against his chest. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Before I can think of a convincing counterargument, he has us out of the tub and we’re drying off with big fluffy towels. I wrap mine around me, but Hunter tugs it off and hangs it up, then takes my hand to lead me back into the bedroom. “Chair or bed?”
I give him big eyes. “Um … what are we …”
“You’re going to be over my knee.”
My pussy muscles tighten instinctively. At least one part of me seems to be on board with kinky. “Whatever you want.” My voice has gone husky again, and from his smile he hears it.
19
Again
Hunter
I choose the chair. Pushing her just a little, giving her a straightforward punishment instead of the bed, with its sensual implications. I want Lily to learn right away that all of this comes with pleasure, whatever the context.
It’s a tall straightback against the wall. I sit down and give a gentle tug to her hand, and she leans down without any obvious reluctance, bending herself over my lap. And there it is, her gorgeous ass.
The first time she jogged past me, while I was working in my yard, I had to go inside and take care of myself in the bathroom. The image that sprang into my mind, fully formed, of her ass red from my hand was too strong to resist. I’m beyond happy that this particular dream is coming true.
I smooth my hand over the creamy flesh, my cock already starting to get hard. Just as well I’m naked too; it won’t hurt for her to know how she affects me. “Here are the rules. If you get scared, or it hurts too much, and you need me to stop, you say ‘stop,’ immediately. And I do.”
“That’s it?” she says when I don’t add anything else.
“That’s it. Listen to your body very carefully. Don’t say ‘stop’ unl
ess you need to, but don’t hesitate to say it if you do need to. And my job is to pay close attention to you and how you’re doing.”
“Okay.” Her voice sounds natural, a little breathless with anticipation, maybe some nerves, but no fear. “That seems simple enough.”
“It is.” I squeeze, and she wriggles a little. “You’re just a naughty girl who needs a pink bottom.” She shifts again, a telltale sign that she’s getting turned on. Excellent.
I give her some warmup pats, all over, then a few slightly harder pats, and then I start. Not hard, almost gentle, letting the burn build slowly. Varying where my hand comes down, and keeping the intensity low, but my speed moderate, I keep going.
Lily’s breathing is shallow, and she takes a few gasping breaths, and occasionally a sound escapes her, but that’s all. She’s a natural. So I don’t stop, not yet.
Her ass is pink, heading toward rose, and I let the sight brand itself on my memory. Beautiful. I hope this is the first of many spankings, but the first time is special.
Finally, she lets out a sharp sound and flinches, and I stop and rub my hand over her, soothing the sting. “Okay?”
“Yes …” She sounds uncertain.
“Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“It hurts, but in a way that feels weirdly good. But the balance is changing.”
“Okay. Let’s stop there.” She lasted longer than I expected, and I want to end things while she’s still game.
“You don’t have to,” she says, and there’s something in her voice I can’t quite read.
Still rubbing her, I say, “It’s all right if we stop, Lily. I won’t be disappointed. You should never go beyond what you can handle because you’re worried that I’ll be upset. I won’t.”
