by Amber Dark
Her eyes widen in surprise, and her jaw drops. “I-I don’t know what that is.” Her lashes flutter with embarrassment.
“I’ll show you.” I give her a grin. “And then you’re going to ride my cock while I suck your tits. Your body is hot.”
“I have stretch marks,” she starts to say.
“I told you, I don’t want to hear it,” I insist through narrowed eyes. “I love your body, your curves, your creamy skin, and of course, these.” I tongue one of her nipples, and I love that she gasps in delight. I take her hand and guide it to my cock. “Feel that?” I watch her reaction and love that she smiles in reply. “You’re doing that. You make me hard.”
I lean over and kiss her, kiss her till she’s panting and clawing at me. I shudder with anticipation. I love it when she gets all needy and rough with me. I love her scratching me, as she pulsates with need.
I lay her flat on the bed and straddle her belly, ensuring I don’t press my weight on her. The muscles in my arms and legs are so strong, I could plank for hours. But she doesn’t need to know that.
“Cup your breasts, and then fondle yourself, while I watch,” I instruct.
She nods and I watch as her hands come up, and she starts teasing the nipples with her fingers, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. She groans. “Moan louder,” I say.
Her nipples are standing to attention, and rock hard. “Now cup your breasts, massage them.”
I kneel over and stroke my cock. It’s hard, and waiting. My hand gently moves up and down as I watch the show. Her hand moves toward her pussy, and I push it away. “No. You can only touch your tits,” I bark at her. She moans and writhes against the sheets. I know she wants to touch her pussy and come, but I want her to enjoy something different.
Her head presses against the bed, and she arches her back. She moans as she continues to touch herself, and I’m enjoying the show, and loving this night with her. She’s so fucking responsive.
“Push your breasts together,” I say as I guide her to do my bidding.
And then straddling her, I plunge my cock between the junction of her breasts. She gasps in surprise and then smiles as my cock fucks her tits. I don’t hold back, I go in hard, thrusting, enjoying the feel of her soft skin against my hard cock.
Her breathing is labored, and I can see how turned on she is. Her gaze glazes over, and she’s licking her lips. My fingers move to her clit and it’s dripping wet.
“Touch me more,” she begs.
“Not a chance, babe,” I say. I fuck her more, till I can see her panting with need.
“Mayim, I need more,” she cries out.
“What do you want?” I demand.
“I want your cock,” she says.
“Where? Your mouth? Your pussy? Your ass?”
Her breathing is even more labored now. “No, I want to be in charge, and I want to fuck you.”
My little wild cat has grown sharper claws, and I love how demanding she is. I’m loving this filthy talking assertive woman; it’s turning me on.
“Tell me how you’re going to fuck me, and then I decide if I’ll let you,” I say, allowing the game to play on a bit longer. She needs this. She needs to tell me what she wants. If she can do this for me, she’ll be able to tell Dean.
Yep. I can now feel that they’re going to come back together, and they are going to fuck like they did when they were young. But now, it will be even better. There’ll be toys, role playing, and intense orgasms. Their fucking is going to strengthen their marriage, make them even closer. But Misty needs some tutoring, and I’m going to give that to her.
“I’m going to fuck you,” she says.
“No, I told you to tell me how you want to fuck me,” I insist as I continue to slide my aching cock between her sexy tits.
“You’re going to get off me. You’re going to lie on the bed. I’m going to use your cock to masturbate. You’re going to watch but not touch me. And when I come, I’m going to sit on your face and you’re going to make me come again with your mouth only, and when I come, I’ll ride your cock so hard that I’m going to come again.” She’s panting with need, and I smile.
“That sounds great. Come and fuck me,” I say as I wrench myself away from her beautiful breasts.
Misty
Did I really just say all that?
I’m so turned on that I’m ready to self-combust. Who is this woman that’s demanding to be fucked by a stranger? It’s me, and I barely recognize myself.
I’m a mom of grown-up children. I’m older, I’m cynical.
And yet, I’m having a one-night stand with a man who’s incredibly hot and just wants sex. And he’s so good at it.
I don’t swear and yet tonight I’ve used words I’ve never used before, and I’m loving it.
I’m so horny and have not felt like this in a long time. Even with the kids grown up and barely at home, Dean and I allowed our sex life to stagnate.
When we were young, we used to have sex all the time, and it was great. Even when the kids were young, and we had sex less often, it was still good.
When the kids grew up, we found excuses not to have sex and often we would just go to bed and sleep.
Why? I ask myself.
We should’ve been pleasuring each other instead of becoming boring.
Mayim shifts and breaks my thoughts. He lies back on the bed, his penis thick and standing to attention. It’s like he can maintain an erection for hours.
I lick my lips. For tonight, his dick is mine.
He’s watching me, his aquamarine eyes are blazing at me with interest and lust. It’s a turn on.
I straddle him and allow my hands to roam across his chest. It’s hard, defined with a smattering of hair. His belly is flat, and his arms are strong and muscular.
He’s like a Greek god with his lean body—so perfect.
Then I shift my body, my ass pointing skyward and I take his cock and rub the head over my aching pussy. He smiles, watching me.
Then using my arms to steady me, I rub my clit up and down his length.
I shudder in delight. It feels amazing.
I continue to run my pussy up and down his cock, and it feels so good. I’m so horny that I’m tempted to sit on his cock and ride myself to completion. But no, he has to tongue fuck me first.
“I want you to suck me off,” I say, as I shift toward him on all fours. Using the headboard for support, I bend my knees and ensure my pussy is over his mouth. “Make me come.”
“It will be my pleasure,” he says.
The first swipe of his tongue makes me shudder, and then his mouth attaches to my pussy as he licks, sucks, and nibbles. He doesn’t stop, he keeps going.
I cup my breasts as he tongues me, my thighs supporting me but quivering in need.
I pinch my nipples as his tongue licks my clit and I shiver. I want to come so badly I’m literally aching for it. My hand moves toward my pussy and he smacks it away.
“No,” he insists.
The need to come is so strong that my legs can barely support me anymore. “I’m going to ride your cock now,” I say. I shift my position so I am now straddling his body.
I lick my lips as I see his hard cock waiting for me.
I lift my body and then slowly lower myself onto it. I shut my eyes, it’s so good.
I’m so hot and wet for him that I slide down, impaling myself with ease.
And finally, his cock is filling me, and I take a moment to enjoy the intense pleasure of sitting on his cock.
“Misty?”
I look at him.
“You are magnificent, don’t ever forget how sexy and desirable you are,” he says. “Can I touch you?”
I nod. I feel sexy and desirable, something I haven’t felt in many years.
His hands come up and touch my breasts. He gently massages them, as though worshipping them, and then he tugs me forward and kisses me.
With his large dick in me, we kiss and kiss and kiss. It’s unbelieva
ble as his tongue duels with mine, and his fingers massage my scalp.
I feel his cock twinging and my muscles clench in appreciation.
I give him one last kiss before I sit up, astride, and start to ride him. His cock is so hard and thick in me and feels amazing.
His hands come up and grip my hips. “Touch yourself,” he insists. “I want to watch you finger yourself as I fuck you. You are a fucking goddess.”
“I want to be in charge.” I pant.
“Whatever, but I’m telling you that you are magnificent, and I want to watch you come over my cock. And you finger-fucking yourself at the same time is a turn-on for me,” he hisses.
I smile in response. I lean back, so one hand is pressed against the sheets behind me. Leaning back now, I have access to the top of my pussy and moving my hand there, my fingers caress my clit.
“That’s it, Misty, that’s so good to watch,” he says.
I touch myself as I rock my body on his cock. It’s so good, and the pleasure is building up in my belly. My fingers go faster, rubbing my pussy and I ride him faster.
“Good girl, Misty. I want to see you come on my cock,” he tells me.
I can’t take it anymore, the need to orgasm is so intense. I sit up straight and ride him hard and strong. He thrusts in me and I cry out his name. It’s like I’m possessed. I’m moving my body, thrusting my hips against his, wild as I call out his name again.
“Come for me, Misty,” I hear him call out.
And then I feel the wave of my orgasm, and an explosion of color dances in front of me, as I come and come and come.
My pussy muscles squeeze him tight.
“That’s it, baby,” he says.
And then I collapse on his chest, and I literally have to shift my body and get off his cock; my pussy is so tight and throbbing.
My breathing is erratic, and my skin is clammy and sweaty. I can’t remember how many times I’ve come, and I barely remember my own name. “That was amazing,” I murmur.
“You are so fucking hot,” he whispers in my ear as his fingers run up and down my spine.
It could’ve been seconds or it could’ve been minutes of me lying on top of him. Every muscle in my body is exhausted, like I’ve run a couple of marathons back-to-back.
“How about I run a bath for you? And then you sleep?”
“I would love that,” I say, loving him caring for me.
He gently lifts me off his body, and naked, unabashed, walks to my en-suite where I hear him running the water. I lie on the bed and breathe in the scent of our sex marathon, permeated on the sheets.
My body is tired, but my mind is awake, reflecting on the evening. It’s late, or rather, very early in the morning. He’ll be leaving soon, but I’m not upset or disappointed.
Tonight was so intense, and it awakened me to a wave of sexual possibilities.
I want to do it again, but with Dean, my husband. I love him so much, and miss him.
But for now, I’m going to buy some new clothes. Mayim is right. I’ve been hiding myself figuratively behind shapeless shirts. And I also intend to buy a vibrator and start using it. I shudder in delight at the thought.
“Misty, come.” He’s leaning over the bed and holding his hand out. He gently helps me to my feet and we walk hand-in-hand to the bathroom.
The room is warm and scented with bath salts. “Thank you.” I step into the bath, loving the feel of the water around me. I lower myself to the tub and lie down, the water massaging my body.
“I’ll make you a cup of herbal tea, if you like,” he suggests.
“I’d like that,” I say as I lean back in the watery cocoon.
About ten minutes later, I’m so relaxed and he returns with a mug. “Sorry, I needed to eat. I ate all the smoked salmon in the fridge.”
I had bought a massive side of salmon for an upcoming dinner with the children and their significant others. “You ate it all?” I gasp, unable to believe someone could eat that much! Even my sons who seemed to have hollow legs wouldn’t eat a full side of salmon.
“All that fucking made me hungry.” He gives me a shrug.
“That’s fine,” I say. I can always buy more, and besides, tonight was worth more than the fish. He’s made me feel sexy and desirable again, something I haven’t felt in years.
His hungry gaze travels from the tips of my toes, up my legs, over my hips, my breasts, and then it collides with mine. “Don’t ever underestimate yourself again.”
I yawn, and slowly get out of the bath. Mayim hands me a towel, before removing the plug so the water drains. He watches as I dry myself, as though he never gets tired of seeing me naked. I can’t help but feel flattered.
He takes my damp towel from me and hangs it up. Naked, we return to the bedroom and I find that he’s straightened the sheets, and the bed is beckoning me.
“That was thoughtful of you,” I say. I lie down and he tucks me in, making me feel valued and treasured. “I’m too tired to drink my tea, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” His fingers gently brush against my cheek. “I’m going to dress and go now.” He pauses. “I really enjoyed tonight, you were so responsive to me, it was a huge turn on.”
I smile. What woman doesn’t want to hear such things?
He leans down and kisses my lips, so soft and sweetly. “Thank you, Misty, for saying yes, inviting me to your home, and allowing me to fuck you. You are so incredibly sexy, and worthy, never forget that.”
And then I close my eyes, as a wave of exhaustion washes over me. My body is so tired, and I can no longer fight to stay awake.
“Good night, beautiful Misty,” I hear.
Epilogue
Six months later
I’m lying on my bed, my elbows are bent, and my attention is focused on Dean’s head buried between my open legs. It’s so sexy and I never tire watching him lick and suck my clit.
Using his mouth and fingers he makes me come and I scream out his name.
It’s only us at home, so I don’t care how loud we are. It’s just me and my man, my love. My true love.
He looks at me and gives me a sexy grin, before he slides his body up over the bed so we are facing each other.
“I never tire hearing you come,” he says, before suckling one of my breasts.
His cock is hard and thick, and I love how he makes me come. Since he came back to me, we have sex every night, and sometimes even during the day. I can’t get enough of him.
We’ve had sex in the kitchen, in the shower, in the living room, and even in the back yard, on a warm night. We’ve tried different positions, sex toys, and role play. We love it.
Our sex life is so fulfilling, and I don’t miss a day when I reach out for my husband’s cock, and he makes us one.
Dean had issues after being laid off, but he reached out and got counselling. We’ve started a small business, working together, and we couldn’t be happier.
“Misty, baby.” He groans in my ear. “Ride me.”
I straddle his hips, and then lower myself on his erection, and moan as he fills me.
He reaches up and cups my large breasts. “You’re so beautiful.” He teases my nipples before lying back against the sheets, his hands gripping my hips.
I move my hips back and forth, and I bite my lip. It’s so good.
“I love watching you, and your boobs, you’re so beautiful,” he says, his focus on me. “Come for me, baby, I want to hear you cry out my name.”
I clench my pussy muscles around his cock and he smiles. “I love when you do that.”
He lifts his hips, thrusting into me. So good.
I’m so wet for him, I tilt my pelvis so my bottom is pointing upwards and slide up and down his cock. It feels amazing. And when I reach a point where I’m about to come, I lower myself so he’s balls deep and I ride him—hard. I fuck him till I see stars and scream out his name. “Dean, Dean, Dean.”
“Misty,” he cries as he pumps hard, coming in me.
I collapse on his chest, our breathing labored, our skin clammy.
Eventually we roll off, and I cuddle up next to him. “I love you,” I whisper in his ear.
“I love you so much, baby,” he says. “You are the love of my life. I’m sorry that I didn’t deal well with being laid off, and I left you. I regret my stupidity every day.”
“I understand,” I say, trailing my fingers down the side of his face.
“I promise to love and look after you, I’ll never leave you again,” he says, pressing his mouth against my lips. He turns me around and presses his naked chest against my back. His hands cup my breasts. “I’m so in love with you,” he murmurs before we both fall asleep.
About the Author
Amber may love Hallmark romance, but she has a naughty side…she loves writing steamy hot sexy stories with alpha heroes that will melt your panties.
If dirty talk and bad boys are your thing, you’ll love her super seductive, sinfully delicious quick reads.
Amber’s books should only be read by those aged 18+. All sex is consensual.
Other books by Amber Dark
Mayim Merman series
Book 1 - Eat Me
Book 2 - Tease Me
Book 3 - Want Me
Book 4 - Mate Me
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