‘Ouch!... Apart from you of course.’ He winced and rubbed at the offending area.
‘Oh, of course, apart from me,’ I sarcastically replied. ‘I love elderflower anything, but I was sort of hoping you might be about to ply me with alcohol, just so you could have your wicked way with me.’ I turned my head to the side and looked up at him. He looked down at me, enveloping me with the depth in those gorgeous eyes of his. He appeared to ponder on my words for a moment.
‘Nah, I’m not good with alcohol…’ He looked at me trying to convey more intent than the words he was using. When I didn’t shrink away or question his words he carried on. ‘You don’t need it either, you remember exactly how we feel together. I don’t need to get you drunk or high to be able to seduce you.’ He gently ran his fingers over my face, brushing my hair away from it and exposing my features to him.
‘I’m a sure thing, huh?’
‘Yep,’ he replied.
‘Sure of yourself aren’t you, handsome?’ I teased.
‘Sure am, Ma’am.’ He put on a deep southern drawl, using it to emphasise the words he used.
‘Are you going to show me how sure?’ I asked, curling a piece of my hair around my index finger. I was completely astounded by my own confidence with him.
‘It will be my fucking pleasure and I know it’ll be yours, too.’ He rolled us as one, off the large dark green cushions we had been leaning against and on to the floor, with one easy movement.
I heard myself sigh as he adjusted his hold on me and his mouth came to find mine. He took exactly what he needed as his mouth crashed into mine. We had shared parts of ourselves that I didn’t believe we had revealed to anyone else before. When our lips met, the feelings we had for each other felt even stronger than before. We had opened ourselves up to each other, and to the possibility that we just might have found someone to share the pain of our past with and hopefully the happiness of our future.
His tongue found mine as it swept firmly into my mouth, we teased and caressed each other with equal intent. Our mouths opened ever wider as we demanded more and more from each other, until our teeth clashed together in our frenzied rush. I moved my hands up to either side of his face and just held him to me. As his body rolled to the side of mine, suddenly his hands were everywhere on me, taking, demanding and tempting. His mouth left mine and I gasped for the air I so badly needed. His skilful tongue travelled down my jaw line and into the dip just below my ear.
‘If you kiss my neck,’ I whispered, ‘I’m not responsible for what happens next.’ I half smiled the words out and half gasped as his mouth immediately found the sensitive skin of my neck. My body began to instantaneously shake in need.
‘That’s fine… this, right here, is all on me.’ I felt his breath hit my wet skin. Then he bit into the flesh on the top of my shoulder and my body ignited. I crossed my legs to relieve the ache that was building to a crescendo. I felt his fingers running down my neck, over the bare skin on my shoulder, until his hands cupped my breasts and his fingertips pinched and rolled my hard nipples. They were now so long and hard, I knew they were jutting out prominently, even through my jumper. Still he didn’t let up, he left me with no doubt in my mind just how much he wanted me, how much he wanted us. His hands pushed at the hem of my jumper and the muscles in my stomach jumped to attention. Every nerve ending contained within me was brought to life, as the most captivating man I had ever met demanded I give him my all.
‘I need you naked and I want you naked, now.’ His mouth lifted slightly away from my shoulder and his voice somehow found me.
I didn’t vocally answer him, but released his face and sat up. He bent his arm at the elbow and leant his head onto his palm to watch me. I took hold of the hem of my jumper and lifted the garment up over my body, then with a final flourish up and over my head. I shook my hair out and threw the garment on to the settee behind us. My bare breasts tingled as the cooler air hit them.
I heard his sharp intake of breath as the air travelled between his teeth, hissing as it did so.
‘Fuck me, you’re indescribable. Your choice of underwear, or lack of… blows my fucking mind.’
I knew it was taking every bit of his self-restraint just to lie motionless and watch. His breathing had ramped up and the bulge filling the front of his jeans was making my mouth water.
I lay myself back down beside him, refusing to let his eyes once again captivate mine, until I had completed my task. I released the top button on my jeans and began to shimmy them down, lifting my hips a little off the floor as I did so. I could feel his eyes on me everywhere and was pleased I’d thought hard about my choice of underwear. All there was between us now was the delicate scrap of lace between my legs. It took until my jeans were just above my knees for his restraint to finally snap. In one swift movement, he was now standing at my feet and yanking the ankles of my jeans towards him. They came off quickly and were thrown somewhere into the large room. His T-shirt followed rapidly and then he was in between my bare legs, sitting on his haunches in just his jeans. He was amazing, every time I looked at him my breath would catch and my heart raced. His body was a work of art, the tattoos adorning his body were stunning and showed every defined, worked-hard-for muscle on his incredible torso. I let my eyes wander slowly down him, relishing in the fact I was being given another chance to be with him. Finally, my eyes slowly swept over his abs and the start of what I had previously found to be an extremely well-defined V. My tongue on instinct flicked out to wet my suddenly dry lips. In my peripheral view, I could see him beginning to smile at my excruciatingly slow perusal. The top button of his jeans had been opened and I followed his happy trail of fine hair down to where it disappeared inside the button fly. I licked my lips again and swallowed down my building anticipation.
‘I want to take my sweet fucking time with you, Amy. Then I’m going to fuck you so fast and deep, you’ll be able to taste me in the back of your throat. I’m going to drive ya to the edge of insanity over and fucking over, until you can’t remember your own fucking name… But you’ll remember me and that from this moment on, you’re mine.’
‘Then get on with it, handsome. I have nowhere I need to be.’
Daniel shook his head and grinned at me, and it reached his eyes.
‘Enough with the fucking sass, beautiful.’
I sucked in my bottom lip and smiled at him, promising him nothing. But knowing I would do anything to keep the lightness and strength of feeling here between us.
With his eyes still on mine, he placed his forearm under one of my knees and lifted it up, then he placed it back down at a right angle to the side of me. Effectively he had bent my leg and opened me up wide to him. I felt the air enter the small space where the triangle of lace had lifted away from me and I gasped, making him raise one eyebrow at me.
‘So fucking sensitive.’ His lust filled voice had deepened, and it stirred me deep inside.
He picked up my other leg by the ankle and placed it on his bare shoulder. His mouth then began its slow descent down my calf, as he kissed, licked and bit at my very needy flesh. All the time he spent teasing me with his mouth, his eyes held mine prisoner.
Very quickly my heart rate quickened and my body began to move of its own accord. My hips lifted and started to move in small, indignant circles. I was pleading with him, without using words. I wanted him, and I needed him to give me what I was silently crying out for.
‘Keep still.’ His words were quietly spoken, but his commanding tone made me comply. I restrained my hips and made sure the small of my back stayed fixed against the floor. It was sweet torture.
His tongue found its way to the back of my knee and I almost fell apart. I could hear the sighs and whimpers just tumbling away from my wide-open mouth. Not being allowed to move my hips meant that my head had started to turn from side to side. The more he licked into the cleft he had found there, the more my mind began to imagine his tongue had found its way to where I needed it to be. I began to expect
the regular rhythm and the warmth he placed there. He knew and, watching and listening to my body, he moved himself away, to follow the path of the inside of my thigh. My core tightened to the point of being painful.
‘How much do you want my tongue, Amy?’ His breath found my skin and made my limbs begin to shake in expectancy.
‘I want it a lot,’ I nodded even though I wasn’t sure he could see me.
‘I’m not convinced,’ he replied. My head lifted slightly to look at him with more intent. ‘Tell me whatcha want me to do with my tongue.’
I felt my eyes widen as I looked at him.
‘Tell me.’ As he spoke one of his fingers ran gently over the top of the lace panel covering the bare skin of my pubic mound. As he connected with my enlarged clitoris, my hips bucked upwards and I moaned.
In my desperation, my embarrassment left me. ‘I need you to part my lips open wide and to run your tongue inside them and over my clit.’
‘Mmmm, that’ll do.’
He pulled my thong to one side and gently opened my lips. The moment his tongue found my beaded clit, I was there, right on the edge. My hands found their way to his head and my fingers threaded quickly into his dark hair, holding him right where I wanted him to be. As he inserted one finger inside of me, my walls clamped down fast, effectively holding him in place. My orgasm was gathering strength in the small of my back. Lost in the tempo he was setting, my body answered every touch he gave me, so the moment he pushed his thumb against the nerve endings at my anus, I was gone. I’d never allowed anyone to touch me intimately there. It was erotic, and dirty, but most of all it felt exquisite. The light started to change behind my closed eyes and my orgasm shattered around me. As it rolled through me, I began to shout out to God, over and over.
As my catatonic state began to roll away, I could feel Daniel moving between my thighs as his jeans brushed over my now ridiculously sensitive skin. I watched as he pushed his jeans down over his hips, just enough to expose his heavy cock. I looked on, spellbound as he rolled a condom down his shaft. He put his fingers into the elastic side of my thong and tore it from my body. I gasped at the action and felt wetness once again pool at the top of my thighs. In what seemed like one flowing movement he pushed my legs open wide, purposefully fell over me, with his hands taking his weight on either side of my shoulders, and thrust his firm, steel-like cock inside of me.
‘Oh. My. God!’ I cried out.
As before, we both froze as the feeling of our connection travelled through both of us. I had never felt so much with anyone before.
‘Feel me, Amy.’ He thrust deep inside me again. ‘Feel us! This here is fucking everything.’
‘Oh God,’ was all I could manage as he began to move.
‘This and you were fucking meant for me.’ He swivelled his hips and thrust again. Then I saw the look of determination come over his face, as he started what he had promised me earlier. He began a punishing pace that I fought hard to keep up with.
My arms on instinct found their way around his hard, muscular body and in no time at all I was careering towards the edge. Every muscle went tense. My fingernails dug into his bare arse as if I was trying to control his movements, but deep inside I knew I had no conscious control over his actions. In the short time we had been together, he was skilled enough to already read me like a book.
He was giving us what we both needed and wanted.
I was aware that some of his weight had come down onto me, freeing his hand to run down the side of my sweat-covered skin. It made my flesh react and turn to goose bumps where his fingertips had gently touched. He cupped my backside and squeezed my bum cheek with his large hand, before once again moving his hand to touch where are bodies were connected, as he wet his fingers in my arousal. With his fingers wet, they drifted backwards. The moment his thumb pushed through the tight ring of muscle around my anus, the most powerful orgasm of my life swept through my body.
Slowly, oh so slowly, I gradually came back down to earth.
My eyes flew open as Daniel shifted again, removing his cock from me and pulling off the condom. With both of his hands once again back beside my shoulders he began to push his cock backwards and forwards through my wet, sensitive folds.
‘Look at us,’ he demanded.
We both looked down at the movement between us. His cock was glistening as time and time again he rubbed the large head over my still throbbing clit. I grabbed hold of his flexed forearms.
‘Let it go, beautiful.’ His voice rasped as he grew nearer to his own release.
I felt my walls inside begin to flutter and almost on his instruction another orgasm crashed through me. I fought to keep my eyes open as I watched Daniel hurtle into his own.
‘FUCK! …YES!... Yes.’ His words stopped and a deep guttural groan left his body.
My gaze drifted between his indescribable eyes and the depth of feeling I found there, to watching his cock as he emptied his seed all over me. His cum spurted again and again, up in between my breasts, over my stomach and pubic mound. I felt the liquid’s heat wherever it touched me.
He was an erotic sight, still half dressed. My eyes were captured by the man between my legs. The same man who had made me come three times in succession. His tattooed body was now covered in a sheen of sweat from his exertion, making the colours on his skin even more vibrant. Like us being together made him more alive. I watched as some of his sweat dripped off him and onto me.
I wasn’t sure of who I was when I was with him, but he made me feel sexy, he made me feel everything. With him still raised above me, and as his body came back down to earth, I moved my newly manicured fingernails in front of his face to catch his refocussing eyes. Then I swept my fingertips through his release on my skin and rubbed the moisture slowly over my nipples. I knew he was coming back rapidly with every movement I made. His body began to once again stiffen as his teal eyes watched my hand’s progression. I felt him throb in response to my action. This small element of control over him was heady. I felt the heat of his cock as he grew hard once again. On a final flourish, I brought my fingertips up to my mouth and sucked them clean.
He lifted his gaze and found my eyes with his, a lopsided, cocky grin took over his face.
His mouth came back to mine, with so much force I was taken by surprise. He tasted himself and then broke away, licking his lips.
‘You’re as sexy as fuck, Amy. You’d better be ready for the long fucking haul, because I refuse to let you walk away from me, from us.’
I nodded and watching him cock his eyebrow in question, I answered, ‘I am.’
‘Good answer.’ He pushed himself off me quickly and stood to his full, dominating height at my feet. His jeans fell further down his legs, until eventually he could step on the bottom of them, to pull his legs free of their confines. All the time his eyes swept up and down my body and the release he had spurted onto my skin. His right hand cupped his balls tightly and his left went slowly and methodically up and down his shaft. I heard myself gasp and bit down onto my bottom lip as I watched him.
‘Like what you see?’ he asked with a grin beginning to twitch at the corner of his lips.
I brought myself to. ‘Errrm, maybe.’
‘Too right you fucking do... but it’ll have to wait for later. I need sustenance and so do you, it’s going to be a long night.’ He full on grinned and then moved away from my line of sight, and I relaxed back into the warm blankets underneath me. I heard the fire spit as it consumed the wood that he had just casually thrown onto it.
Then he was back with me.
He had found a few tissues to clean me up, and then he covered me up with a soft, gold throw. He pulled me to him and when I was comfortable lying in his arms he passed me over some bits to eat and we finally went back to the picnic we had started earlier.
‘What is that?’ I questioned after I’d swallowed a few mouthfuls of food. I watched him about to lower what looked like a fat, bumpy cucumber into his mouth. The totally deva
stating man next to me closed his open mouth and turned his head towards me. A thoughtful smile took over his face.
‘Where are my manners?’ he grinned. ‘It’s a dill pickle.’
He opened his mouth and lowered the pickle in between his full lips and then he sucked and pulled the pickle out whole from his mouth with a resounding pop. ‘Let me share it with you.’
He moved quickly and I squealed as he flung himself under the throw he had covered me up with only a few minutes before. My legs were unceremoniously opened and I felt the calloused, cold skin of the pickle graze over my clit.
‘Whoah,’ fell from my mouth as I took a deep breath in.
His tousled head appeared from under the throw, with a look of amusement on his face.
‘I dare you not to come,’ he challenged as he bestowed a wink on me, and then he disappeared back under the gold throw.
I lay my head down with a thump and felt my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Really? I thought with a smile and as I began to gasp and moan at the sensations he was creating inside of me. Oh heck, I was never much good with being dared, anyway.
As the water from the shower cascaded down over my face and body, I thought about how fast the past few days had gone, but at the same time how long it felt like I had known Daniel.
In amongst our commitments, we had seen each other whenever it was at all possible. We’d kept ourselves away from prying eyes, as it seemed we both wanted to keep our new relationship to ourselves. It was as if we were far too scared to let anyone in to witness just how happy we were, in case we jinxed the situation. I hadn’t wanted to share my time spent with him with anyone else, and it seemed he was just as selfish. So far, we hadn’t spent the night together again. He had told me categorically that until he was certain that I wouldn’t run, that was the way it was going to be. Although I received a text from him late on Tuesday night that made me giggle as I knew he was regretting his rule.
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