by Maggie Ryan
She nodded again and smiled. He gave her a quick kiss. They soon had a blanket spread out on the top of the large boulder. He sat down and pulled her to rest between his knees, her back pressed against his chest. “I have something for you, honey.” She turned to smile up at him, her eyes soft and filled with desire. He bent to kiss her even as he fished a small tissue-wrapped object from his pocket. He said, “Give me your wrist.” She lifted her hand and he touched the bracelet. She felt a smile pull at her lips and watched as he unwrapped the object. He held up a tiny silver hand. She knew instantly what it represented and shivered as he threaded it onto her bracelet, where it chimed against the baby shoe. When he was done, he lifted her wrist to his lips and kissed her sensitive skin.
“It’s beautiful, Sir. Thank you.” He watched her play with the small charms and was pleased. She obviously loved the gift, and that was confirmed when she said, “Your hand to both guide and protect me as well as to remind or sp… spank me.”
He smiled, his chin resting on the top of her head. She pressed tighter against him, as if to secure herself in his arms. He gathered her tighter and said, “Always, Bella. My hands will always be there for you; trust that you are safe in them.”
She nodded and whispered, “I will, Sir.” They sat contemplating the moment and its meaning. The sun was warm but not yet blazing and the world was quiet except for the sound of nature. He didn’t want to move; he was perfectly content to spend the rest of his life with this woman in his arms.
Gradually, though, she wiggled against him and he asked, “Not comfortable in my arms, already?”
She laughed and said, “I’ll always be comfortable there, but I think I’m sitting on a rock and it hurts my butt.”
He smiled and lifted her away from him. As she moved, he said, “Hungry?” She discovered that she was and spread out the food she had packed. They enjoyed sandwiches and shared a thermos of iced tea. When he sat against the boulder again, he drew her to sit on his lap. She snuggled into him and shared a bunch of grapes, popping one into her mouth and then reaching up and feeing him, as well. He grinned, “I could get used to having you serve me.”
She blushed and felt a rush of arousal. She fed him another grape and took another step. “I would like to serve you, Coleman.” His eyes turned darker as he understood her message. The last of the grapes was tossed aside, as he lifted her and laid her back onto the blanket. He covered her mouth with his and was soon kissing her until she thought she’d die. Her arms clung to him as she pressed her body up against his. He pulled away only briefly, in order to look down into her eyes.
“Are you sure, Bella? I don’t think saying whoa will work this time. I want you too much.” She blushed but answered by sitting and lifting the hem of her shirt. He watched as she skimmed it off. Her bra did little to contain her full breasts and he was soon kissing them, tongue dipping between.
She moaned louder, desperate and aching for more. “Please, oh, please,” she moaned as his mouth found her nipple. It was rock-hard. She felt like she was burning up and yet continued to try to get even closer to him.
He moaned and sat back to look down at her. He grinned and helped her to sit only long enough to reach behind her and unsnap her bra. She started to reach up, but he said, “Let me, Bella.” She moaned with arousal, wanting him to hurry. He didn’t hurry. Instead he slowly began to ease her bra down her arms, kissing her skin along the way. He loved hearing her groan. “You are mine Isabella, every sexy, beautiful inch of you.” She shuddered, her mind spinning that this incredible man wanted her. Despite knowing her past, he was being the most gentle and yet demanding lover she had ever had. Never had her body quivered as it was doing now; never had her heart pounded as hard, and never before had she felt that she was going to both melt in arousal and explode at the same time. She whimpered, and he grinned against her skin. She reached down to tug at his shirt, but he simply captured her hands in his and held them behind her back.
She moaned again. Desire was flooding through her. She desperately wanted him to take her. His mouth was like lava against her skin. She was struggling to let herself go, to allow herself to feel as she used to before Bryan. She shuddered again, trying to convince herself that it was okay that her heart had started to pound harder, her pussy to drip even more when he pinned her arms. She loved—and hated—his control.
Coleman felt her shudder. He lowered the bra to beneath her breasts and proceeded to drive her further down the road to insanity by trailing his tongue across the very edges of her breasts and then blowing across the wet trail. She felt her panties grow even wetter as she surged up into his mouth. He placed his mouth around one turgid nipple and very slowly drew on it. She arched her back, her hands pulling against his.
He heard her whimper, but she didn’t speak. He looked up and saw her eyes closed, her body tense. A glimmer of doubt entered his mind. She seemed to want this, yet he felt something wasn’t quite right. He whispered, “Bella, look at me.” She shuddered as she barely heard his words. When she didn’t open her eyes, he said, “Isabella, honey, open your eyes.”
She finally did, her eyes finding his. He saw confusion in her eyes and he slowly released his hold on her hands. She whimpered and closed her eyes again, disappointment flooding through her. Coleman didn’t want her; she was demanding too much. He saw a tear slide down her cheek.
He immediately gathered her onto his lap, cradling her against his chest. “Bella, talk to me.” She shook her head. He felt her body shake. “Oh baby, please talk to me. Let me help you.” She still didn’t speak. He took a deep breath and held it in order to reign in his urge to shake her until she responded. He let out his breath slowly and then just began to gently stroke her arms and her back.
After several minutes, he felt her relax. “Can you talk now?” She gave him a slight nod. “Good girl. Remember, you are safe in my hands.” Those words seemed to penetrate her heart. She shifted against him and was shocked to feel his cock still stiff under her. How could he be erect if he didn’t want her? She took a chance and looked up into his face. Instead of any sort of negative judgment, all she saw was concern and love.
“I… I didn’t mean to… to act slut… slutty.” He was absolutely shocked. Of all the thoughts that had gone through his mind, this sentence would never have occurred to him. She watched his face and saw the surprise. She blushed and looked down. She gasped as she realized her breasts were still bare, her bra pushing them up into even more prominence. Not only must he think she was acting slutty, she now looked the part. She reached down to tug the fabric back into place. Coleman recovered and captured her hand in his.
“Don’t.” She froze and then shuddered as he tugged the fabric back down until it didn’t cover her. “I love your breasts, Bella.” She blushed and then moaned as his thumb rolled across her nipple. “Bella, look at me.” She slowly met his eyes, conscious that he had continued to gently stroke her breasts. “Tell me why you would say that.” She shook her head, unable to even articulate her fears. He continued to stroke her but knew she needed something more, something firmer. He said a quick prayer and then deepened his voice. “Isabella, I’ll give you another second to talk to me before I turn you over and spank you until you decide to trust me.”
Her eyes widened. Still she hesitated, until he started to lift her off his lap. Her hands reached out to wrap around his neck, “No… please.”
He looked down at her. “Start talking, or I’ll start spanking.”
She was biting her lower lip, but as he lifted her again, she blurted, “Okay. I’ll talk.” He nodded and settled her back down, his arm around her waist and his hand returning to stroke her breasts.
“Do you want me, Bella?” She nodded and involuntarily squirmed on his lap. He bit back a moan as her little bottom teased his cock. “Good, sweetheart, now trust me.”
She took a deep breath and began. “I didn’t mean to push you, Coleman; I was acting slutty… I was trying to get you to do what I wanted
. I’m sorry, I know I should just let you do what you want… give you what you need.”
Again, he was shocked. He knew this woman was no stranger to submission, but this was ridiculous. He might be a dominant but only when the woman truly enjoyed that lifestyle and only when it enhanced both their sexual desires. “Bella, you are the total opposite of slutty. Why in the hell would you think that I am not concerned with your pleasure as much as my own?”
He watched as she blushed all over. “I want you with all my heart, Sir…. I just… just want to please you.”
His temper finally got the best of him. “Isabella! That’s bullshit!”
Her eyes widened, but he had to get to the heart of the matter. “I’m sor….”
“Stop! Don’t you dare apologize, unless it is for not trusting me.” Her mouth opened and then closed at the look on his face. “I am not looking for a sex slave, Isabella. I don’t see you as my servant and definitely don’t see you as a slut. I can’t even begin to understand why you would think I would. I enjoy sex; I enjoy it a lot, but I don’t enjoy it if my partner doesn’t. You were fine in the beginning; you seemed to enjoy what we were doing.” He saw her color deepen, and she nodded. He thought back to their encounter. “Come to think of it, you were awfully quiet, though. Was I going too fast? Doing something you didn’t want—didn’t enjoy?” She shook her head, and he felt her nipple tighten under his still-stroking finger. It seemed that she did enjoy it.
A light bulb seemed to go off in his head. “You froze after I pinned your arms Isabella; you tried to take my shirt off, and I pinned your arms behind you.” She squirmed and blushed again. He suddenly realized that he had frightened her with his taking control of her arms, but the nipple under his thumb was now rock-hard; her breathing has quickened and she squirmed against his cock again. “I will restrain you often, Isabella. I like controlling you. Look at me, Bella.” She raised her eyes to his—the want, the need evident in them. “You like to be controlled, don’t you?” She nodded and whimpered. “It’s that asshole, Bryan isn’t it?” Her eyes widened and she nodded. “Oh Bella, baby. I’m not Bryan.”
She felt his pain and whispered, “I know…. I know you’re not. I’m trying to forget what he did; I’m trying, but it… it’s hard. Please, please don’t give up on me.”
He enfolded her in both arms, rocking her against him as she sobbed against his chest. He understood what she hadn’t said. She wanted sex, but the kind of sex Bryan had allowed her wasn’t the good kind. She was ashamed of her needs and her darker desires. He wished he could smash his fist into the asshole’s face. Instead, he used his hands to stroke and comfort the damaged woman in his arms. He knew he needed to erase those memories, to prove that he not only wanted her, she was the only one for him. He allowed his hand to slip between them and began stroking her breast again. She shuddered and pressed herself into his hand. She needed definite confirmation that what she wanted wasn’t perverted; she wouldn’t be free until she was convinced of that.
“I’m going to take you, Isabella. I’m going to claim you as mine.” She squirmed and then moaned as his fingers closed around a nipple, pinching it tightly. She shuddered as he released it, only to roll and then pinch it again. He continued to play, moving from nipple to nipple until she was moaning and whimpering.
He waited until she finally moaned, “Yes… oh please, Cole, please….” He had her flat on her back in an instant, her hands once again held in his above her head. He moved down to capture her nipple in his mouth. She arched into him. He knew she was begging for release, but he simply moved his mouth to her other nipple. He was staking his claim and was determined to erase any other man’s touch. She would remember this first time for as long as she lived, if he had anything to do with it.
“You are mine, Bella; your breasts belong to me and only me.” She moaned again, his words and the sound of his voice flowing over her. He moved back to tease and suckle at her breasts, gently biting her nipples. She felt her climax building and couldn’t believe it. Never before had a man caused her to come with breast play alone. It had been so long—years, truly—since she had wanted anyone this desperately. He was going to kill her before he ever took her pants off. He finally tossed the bra aside but didn’t yet move lower. He returned to her breasts, his tongue swirling around each bud, alternating between biting and suckling. When he drew one into his mouth and rolled it against his tongue and then held it tight against the roof of his mouth, she exploded. She screamed and bucked against him. Coleman was shocked, to say the least. He smiled against her skin and placed gentle kisses all over her chest. She was breathing hard and whimpering. He felt her gradually relax as she sank back down onto the blanket.
He finally lifted his head and said, “That was absolutely the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Isabella.” She groaned and slowly opened her eyes. They were full of wonder as they met his. She blushed and started to look away. “Don’t baby. Look at me.” She forced her eyes back to his and saw the desire in them. “You are beautiful, Bella, and I promise that was only the first.” Her cheeks flushed even more, but she nodded and finally smiled. He bent forward to kiss her and released her hands.
She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, her hands buried in his black hair. She found she was already needy again. She tugged at the hem of his shirt and he chuckled. “Okay, okay baby.” He sat back and pulled his shirt off; her hands fluttered at his chest. She touched him gently at first, his muscles hard against her skin. She ran her hands across him again and then was delighted to find his own nipples hard. She gently pinched each one and he groaned. “Naughty, naughty,” he whispered and heard her giggle. He laid her back down and tried to remove her boots. As he tugged them, she laughed and then clamped her hands over her mouth. He grinned, “Stop, I’m trying to seduce you.”
She laughed louder and finally sat up and helped him with her shoes. “I think that’s already a given, Sir. You not only seduced me, but I’m one ahead, if my math skills are good.” His grin widened, and after he finally set her boots aside, he removed her socks. He began to kiss her feet and she immediately was lost in laughter, tugging her feet away. He looked up and grinned, “Ticklish?” She nodded as she continued to laugh and roll back and forth on the blanket. He released her tiny feet and took the opportunity to pull off his own boots and socks.
By the time he stood and unbuckled his belt, she was once again quiet, her eyes wide, as she looked up at him. He unzipped his jeans and she whispered, “May I?” His eyes widened and he hesitated. He had wanted to serve her this time. “Please, Sir?” He saw the need in her eyes and nodded. She quickly knelt up before him and began to tug his jeans down his long, long legs. He saw her biting her lower lip and he groaned. Her eyes flew to his, and he put his hands in her mane of red hair.
“Go on, you are just killing me, here.” Her smile lit up his world. She returned to her task and soon was helping him step out of his pants. She reached up to his boxers. She saw the evidence of his arousal tenting the front and desperately wanted to release his cock. The thought that he might consider it slutty flew through her mind, but she pushed it aside. She was desperate to please him, as well as herself. She grinned and bent forward, wrapping her lips around both the fabric of his boxers and the head of his cock.
Coleman was shocked as she licked him. He suddenly growled, grabbed her and lifted her to stand before him. She was crushed against him as he held her, his mouth searing on hers. She loved the feel of his chest against her bare skin.
Coleman didn’t know if he could hold on. He released her only long enough to tug her pants and panties off. Once she was standing naked before him, he stripped off his last clothing. She couldn’t help but gasp. His cock was thrusting up into the air, his need evident. She tentatively reached out and touched his skin. He groaned and bit his own lip as her hand encircled him. She couldn’t believe how hard and yet soft he was. She moaned, her body shaking. Before her knees buckled, he picked her up and cradled her ag
ainst his chest. He slowly lowered himself to the blanket and lay back, drawing her to lie on top of him. She rubbed against his erection and found herself whimpering yet again. Coleman wrapped her hair in his hands and kissed her again until she was begging him to take her. He groaned and then mumbled, “Condom… pants pocket.”
She moaned, not wanting to move away. She shook her head and said, “I’m on the pill… no need.” He knew he was clean, and from what he knew of her life, she’d avoided men for a very long time.
He considered her words, but said, “Bella, get the condom. I’m clean but don’t want you to regret this later.”
She smiled. “Sir, I trust you….” She yelped as he popped her bottom.
“Get the condom before I explode. Don’t argue, Bella.” She moaned and wanted to argue, despite the slight tingle in her bottom. She sat back a little and saw that he was serious. “Honey, you are wasting valuable loving time.” She grinned and agreed. She sat back on his lap and felt his cock under her bottom. She wiggled on top of him as she reached for his pants.
Coleman thought he would never make it. She finally found the foil packet and ripped it open. He gasped as she lifted herself off his lap only long enough to roll the condom onto his cock. She then looked down into his eyes and he grinned. She reached down and guided his cock to her soaking-wet entrance. As he began to enter her, she gasped, “I don’t think you can fit.” He grinned and put his hands around her waist. She was panting, bracing herself against his chest, her fingers splayed out against his skin.
“I’ll fit baby… don’t you worry; you can take me.” She shook her head but didn’t argue as he continued to press up into her. She moaned and then began to push down against him. Inch by excruciating inch, she slowly took him inside. She was stretched wider and far deeper than she had ever been before. When her bottom finally nestled on his thighs, she whispered, “Oh God, oh God, don’t move yet… please don’t move.” He moaned. It took every bit of his self-control not to begin thrusting into her. She felt incredible, her warmth and wetness enveloping his cock. She felt her body begin to give a bit more and smiled. He watched her face, and once he felt her muscles relax a bit, he slowly begin to lift her up and down on his cock. She moaned deeply and was soon moving against him, finding the rhythm she needed for her body to adjust to his size. He removed his hands from beneath her and instead began to tease and pluck at her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned in need. She began to stroke faster as she pumped herself up and down. She was filled so completely that each stroke was just delicious.
