by Amy Brent
He winked and smiled. I rolled my eyes playfully, but my heart skipped.
“Wow, Mr. Sternlict! This is quite the spread! I don’t know if I can eat it all!”
“Eat whatever you want. I just figured I’d give you a bunch of options so in case there was something you didn’t like.”
I grabbed the fork and started to dig into the bananas foster, which was extremely tasty. I knew Anthony was a great cook, but to have him cook especially for me made things taste a million times better for some reason.
“Oh, and Stella?”
“Hmm?” My mouth was full, but I looked up.
“Could you not call me Mr. Sternlict anymore? I think it’s a bit too formal after what occurred last night. Not that it will happened again, it just makes me feel very odd. Anthony or Tony is fine. If you say Mr. Sternlict around Rachelle though, that’s fine. She would probably think it a bit a weird if you called me Tony.”
I gulped down the food in my mouth and nodded, agreeing.
“Of course, Anthony.”
He smiled and seemed pleased.
“Now eat up. If you need anything else, let me know. I’m going to get a bath started for you. The hot water, jets, and aromatherapy will help relax your muscles.”
God, this man was heaven sent.
He disappeared just outside the room and I could hear the water running in the bathroom. I took a few bites of each item he had brought for me, but that was enough to fill me up.
“All done?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty full.” I said patting my protruding tummy, which was straining against the lace of the underwear I never took off last night.
“Let’s get you out of that.” Anthony chuckled, helping me out of the lingerie set. I tried really hard not to dwell on his touch, but it was extremely hard. He pulled down my garter belt and panties, which took the thigh highs with them and then he unclipped my bra. I swore his hands lingered longer than they needed to, and I wasn’t complaining, but I took it as a sign that he definitely wanted last night to happen again. But I knew that he would try to fight it again.
I wasn’t going to let him.
He lifted me into his arms and I winced but tried to hide it so he couldn’t see. I couldn’t believe he was carrying me. No one had ever been able to pick up adult me. I worried I was too heavy for him, but although his muscles were rippling, his breath was steady and showed no sign of fatigue. I immediately moistened.
I told myself to calm down before I felt that sore shooting pain again.
“There’s some lavender and chamomile bath in the water and I have some incense burning for you.” I had never used incense before, but as he brought me into the bathroom, the smell was overwhelmingly wonderful. Just a single deep inhale and I felt my muscles relaxing.
He lowered me gently into the water, which was hot, but not scolding. Luckily, he had already gotten my temperature rising, so I wasn’t too shocked by the water.
Anthony’s master bathroom had a two-person jetted bathtub in it and I had always been jealous of it because every bathroom in places I had lived barely had bathtubs large enough to for me to take a bath on my own. Only my legs ever fit and that wasn’t nearly a satisfying bath.
“Let me know when you would like to get out.”
“Don’t you want get in with me?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He seemed very reserved.
“Oh come on. You could help me clean up. I might hurt myself.” I pouted. He seemed to consider this for a second.
“Okay, I guess I could use some cleaning up and relaxation myself anyway.”
Yes! I inwardly rejoiced as he dropped his sweatpants and climbed into the bath with me. The water had already significantly reduced the soreness from before and I tested it by clenching the walls at my center. There was a very light sting, but it was perfectly manageable.
That meant I could play again.
I drifted over to him and started to rub the water into my skin. I did the same for him, splaying my hands across his chest, trying to feel every inch of him, which I didn’t get a chance to do the previous night. He sighed as my hands traveled over his body and I began pressing soft kisses across his chest.
“Stella…” His voice sound caught between a moan and a protest and my goal was to kick that doubt. I reached down to touch his length and found it erect to my delight. He grabbed my hand. “We really shouldn’t. You’re hurt. I might hurt you again.”
“Please?” I begged, but I didn’t force against his hand. Our eyes met, and I watched his tongue glide against his lips.
He slowly released my hand and I did my best not to smirk. My hand moved against his shaft, stroking him slowly, but firmly, gripping him tightly in my hands. I watched his body relaxed as he exhaled, and I tentatively placed some kisses along his neck. He moaned as I nibbled a bit, pulling at the skin there.
I continue to jerk him as we kissed slowly and tenderly, our lips melting into each other. I felt his muscles tensing under my hand and I released his erection. I pushed against his shoulders, guiding his down into the water until he was sitting comfortably. He seemed to pick up quickly and guiding me to his lap, positioning himself at my entrance.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked, hesitating. I nodded, holding onto him for support as I sank down onto his hardened member.
I winced slightly, but the pain dissipated almost as quickly as it came. I settled onto his lap and just wiggled around a bit until I felt comfortable and relaxed. He didn’t move me and instead let me do what I wanted, which was a nice change of pace from the previous night.
“Let’s take it slow. No bouncing.” I guess I spoke too soon. He was right though. I wasn’t sure I could take the roughness of the previous night, but feeling him inside me, I knew there was nothing I wanted more than this moment. With the jets of the tub and the heated temperature, I felt no pain. Only the fullness of his thick long member inside me. The smell of lavender filled my nose and I felt more relaxed than I ever had in my entire life, there in his arms.
I made eye contact with Anthony, wrapping my arms around his neck and started grinding on his shaft very slowly. I held his gaze, gliding my tongue over my bottom lip before biting down to muffle my moans. His eyes were half lidded and filled with lust, but they did not leave mine. His hands glided over my back, caressing every curve. I kept my slow deliberate pace; I wanted to feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me.
His mouth met my ample bosom and I threw my head back in pleasure, deepening my arch, which he took full advantage of. He roped his arm around me, keeping me flush against him and making it impossible for me to straighten out and he began to thrust upward, not quickening the speed, but vastly improving the amount of his length I could feel.
I gasped as his length pushed against my womb, sending jolts of electricity out towards the rest of my body. He continued his assault on my nipples all the while.
I could feel the water around creating waves and splashing onto the floor. He didn’t seem to mind in the slightest as we continue our oceanic rhythm.
I felt his body beginning to tense and I knew he was getting close. My pleasure nub was pulsating with intensity and I knew my release was close as well. I fought every urge to quicken our speed to catapult us over the edge and I could see the tension on his face as he fought with the same desire. We wanted to drag this out as long as possible. We wanted this to last.
Unfortunately for us, we couldn’t move like that forever. Within minutes, I could feel his seed spilling into my womb as a stuttered moan escaped his lips. My pleasure couldn’t have been louder as my moans ricocheted off the walls and back to my ears. I was sure anyone passing the house outside could hear me, but the earth was shattering around me as my body rocked with pleasure. I was a convulsing mess in his lap and he held me until the pieces of the bathroom fell back into my vision. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath. His member grew limp inside me. We stayed this way for several moments, my
face against his shoulder, his arms wrapped loosely around me, the water slowly calming.
It felt like an hour had passed that we had been like that, but I didn’t want to move. I was perfectly content wasting the day away in that bath, in his arms.
Anthony
I awoke to the sound of light gentle snoring beside me and opened my eyes to find myself face to face with Stella. Her soft pink lips were only inches from mine and I resisted the urge to close the distance and wake her. She seemed to be peacefully resting, her chest rising and falling with her even breathing. Her hair was messy, yet somehow neat. I always loved sex ruffled hair, especially when it was combined with bedhead.
She must have been having somewhat of an intriguing dream because I could see her eyes moving around under her eyelids. Her lashes fluttered every so often and I thought she would wake at any moment, but she stayed soundly asleep.
She had spent the rest of the previous day recovering from our bath session. As soon as she left the water, although her body was much more relaxed, the soreness within her returned and I guessed our moment in the bath didn’t help. I knew we shouldn’t have, but it was so hard to resist her in the moment. She was gorgeous, and her body was intoxicating. Not only that, she was a hell of tease and kept coming onto me. I found her near impossible to resist. No mater how much my mind tried to fight, my body would respond.
So, for the rest of the day, I had cuddled her while we watched some of her favorite movies including Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, 50 First Dates, and Pitch Perfect. I was lucky none of the movies contained any elaborate sex scenes because I was very worried that regardless of her condition, Stella might try for Round Three. And I wasn’t sure I would be strong enough to resist her depending on how hot the scene was. My whole body was on edge and zinging with excitement. We spooned, and it took all I had to focus on the movie and not on her bum against my flaccid member. I knew even the slightest bit of firmness would initiate another play session and I knew she still needed to heal.
Luckily, since we picked mostly movies she liked, she was so entranced and engaged by the films, she seemed perfectly content just lying there in my arms, pressed against me. It was so cute, seeing her sing along to the songs in Scott Pilgrim and in Pitch Perfect. She knew them all by heart and it seemed the equivalent to me of little girls and Disney princess movies. When I made the joke, she insisted she loved all those movies as well.
To take my mind off sex, I instead made jokes about possibly having to fit her own evil league of exes to win her affections.
“Or would I have to sing?” I had joked. She responded with a slap on my hand and a giggle. She knew I was only poking fun.
I brought her food, drinks, anything she wanted or needed and didn’t let her leave the bed unless it was to go to the bathroom despite her protests that she didn’t need to do all those things. I know she didn’t, but I was responsible for her condition and the least I could do was help her feel better.
Speaking of food, I knew that she would wake up soon, so I figured I would go down and make her some breakfast again, maybe a little less options though. I left the bed as quietly as I could. She seemed already on the brink of waking up and I didn’t want to disturb her.
While I was standing there making her a frittata with home fries, eggs, broccoli, spinach, tomato, cheddar, and feta cheese, I decided there was no use fighting Stella anymore. It was clear that I wanted her, my body responded to her no matter how much I willed it not to. She was offering me pleasure and comfort that I had not had for a long while and there was no reason for me to keep denying myself that. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t miss having someone in my bed. I deserved happiness and I could do a lot worse if I wanted to. Stella was beautiful, smart, and incredibly sexy despite her younger age. There was no way I could keep resisting her and I finally admitted to myself, I didn’t want to. She was everything I was looking for, I wasn’t going to let my doubts get in the way of that.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my shirtless stomach. I smiled and closed my eyes as Stella’s lips kissed up my spine, sending electricity straight to my manhood. I took a deep breath to calm myself.
“Can’t you see I’m a little busy right now?” There was no answer from her, but I could hear a malicious giggle as one of her hands moved down to cup the erection I had been trying to get rid of quickly. “You’re being very naughty, Stella. That can wait until after breakfast.”
My scold didn’t seem to work, and I guess it didn’t help that I wasn’t too stern. It was hard to be when I wanted it just as much as she did. And I wanted it more so with her hand stroking me through the gray sweatpants I threw on to make breakfast in.
So, she wants to play some more, huh?
I discreetly turned off the pan with her frittata in it, which was luckily just done already anyway and grabbed both of her hands. I turned around and lifted her onto the marble kitchen island.
She was wearing an oversized shirt as a dress and something told me there wasn’t anything underneath, which please me to no end. I wanted to blow that smirk wide open; I hoped she was ready.
I spread her legs, pulling her to the edge of the counter top and just buried my face straight into her folds, delighted to find that I had been right about the nakedness that lied beneath her long shirt. I heard a gasp as she threw her head back and cried out, my tongue just beginning its assault on her center.
Her moans filled the air like the most beautiful symphony I had ever heard in my life and I wanted nothing more than to hear it until the end of time. Her core was drenched already, and it made me wonder if she had been having a sex dream or something as she slept, while I watched her. Surely, she couldn’t always be this moist at the drop of a dime. I had never seen anything like it, but it made the blood in my length swell with arousal to know that her wetness was for me and only me to enjoy.
I flicked my tongue skillfully over her pleasure button with vigor, enjoying the warmth radiating from her core and the taste of her sweetness. I dove my tongue deep into her and pushed against her hips to get deeper. I wriggled around in there and she gyrated her hips on my tongue.
“Oh, Tony…That feels so good…” She moaned my name and I suddenly couldn’t contain myself anymore. My shaft felt like it would burst at any second and I wanted it inside of her before I could do that.
“I know something that’ll make you feel better…” I wiped my mouth off with my hand and pulled my erection just over the waistband of my sweatpants, exposing my large length and positioned it at her entrance.
I buried my engorged member deep into her canal and watched her face to make sure I wasn’t hurting her. But she seemed in pure bliss and it appeared she was finally used to my impressive shaft. I sank into her easily and her walls expanded to accommodate me. I could feel her clenching around me and I groaned. She knew just what to do to drive me crazy and I was glad I didn’t have to be delicate this time because I wasn’t sure I could contain myself too much. Especially not if she kept doing that. She was learning quickly and becoming quite dangerous during sex.
I exited and slammed into her one good time, testing to see if she had healed fully, but also trying to find any escape from the stronghold of her muscles before I found myself spent long before I wanted. I, of course, longed for release, but I wanted to have some fun first.
Her ecstasy filled moan told me I didn’t really have to worry about whether she was in pain and it was my turn to smirk. If she wanted it that bad, I was going to give it to her.
“Get ready,” I warned her, gripping her hips tightly.
I didn’t really give her much of a chance to prepare herself as I started slamming my thick manhood deep into her core, setting a fast, deep pace. Her moans increased in volume. She clearly had not been ready but showed no signs of wanting me to stop. She just let herself fall to pieces in my arms, digging her nails into my back. I winced a bit at the stinging feeling, but the pleasure far outweighed any other feeling. Her legs wrapp
ed tightly around my waist, allowing me to go even deeper.
Pounding into her was quickly becoming one of my favorite things. I loved the feel of her rippling around me, the tip of my length settling into the entrance of her womb for just a moment.
Being buried in her warmth, I could feel a fire igniting and spreading throughout my body, warming me to my core. I could see a light sheen of sweat forming on us both as we kept our quick pace, racing towards our orgasms. Suddenly, it hit me like being struck by lightning, exploding throughout my body. Waves of pleasure jerked through me as my seed spilled into her with each continue thrust. The final thrusts caused her to dissolve into a pool of pleasure in my arms as well, shockwaves rippling through her body. I could feel her walls pulsating around me and they milked me for every drop I had to give in that moment. Our labored breathing was in sync and she was slumped against me.
“You can’t be tired already. You have to eat my breakfast!” I joked, out of breath as I stroked her back. She mumbled something indiscernible and I chuckled. “Come on, Stella.”
I slipped my now flaccid member out of her and heard her groan. I lifted her off the island and placed her on the nearest stool. She wriggled around trying to get comfortable on it and made noises of protest but stayed put.
I noted the pool of moisture on the counter and resisted the urge to have her watch me lick it up. That was sure to leave breakfast cold and forgotten. So instead, I got a wet rag and cleaned it up. I heard a giggle and saw that she was already back to life.
“Sorry for making such a mess.” She didn’t sound sorry at all, but I didn’t mind because neither was I. I would have left it there while we ate as a reminder of what just happened, but the clean freak in me would not allow it. Sometimes I got in my own way.
I didn’t respond, mostly because anything I said would probably start some more sex. Instead, I made her plate while some bread toasted and set it in front of her.
