by Tilly Greene
Big strong thumbs stretched up and strummed her hard tips. A hard rod poked a bit above her backside and she knew what he wanted. Her. She dropped her sweater and held onto his other leg. They had a connection and she wasn’t letting go for anything.
“Shall we go to my place?”
“I’d like that,” she relaxed further into his embrace.
All sorts of naughty ideas raced through her head, but she’d leave the specifics up to him. There were no doubts he’d go to great lengths to please her. Eager to get started, she turned her head and smiled up at him.
“I want you to go without a bra as much as possible. They bounce and sway beneath your blouse, keeping your nipples hard and excited as they brush against the fabric. They are treasured morsels,” he confided as he pinched the hard tips over and over again. He plucked them, encouraged them to stand out even firmer. “I will never grow tired of playing with your breasts.”
“When I can, I’ll leave the garment off, although you can always take it off for me.”
“Now there’s a solution I like the sound of,” Jon laughed as he spoke, and she had a feeling she’d handed over the keys to the castle. It didn’t matter because she’d never do something she didn’t want to do, no matter how sweetly he asked.
He bent down to pick up her sweater, then held out his hand. She took it and they walked back along the dirt road to the main one stretching down until it ended at his house. Molly had seen it before, but had never been inside.
A tidy front yard with a few bushes surrounded a basic log cabin. She could see a few lights on inside, and it was enough. He opened the front door wide and she walked in, ready for whatever this new phase brought her way.
The living room was full of leather and looked comfortable. Jon showed her around; the cabin was much larger than how it had looked from the outside. Besides the living room, there was a chef’s kitchen full of all the latest gadgets and a stunning screened-in back porch. All the fireplaces set up to heat the place caught her attention. It must mean lots of chopping, but his plot of land seemed to have loads of trees.
After peeking into one bedroom, the next one they went into had to be the master, or at least the size claimed it to be. The house was obviously his, but his personality was strongest in this room. The colors and textures were all him. A leather chair, crisp white sheets, and a stunning leather and shearing blanket covered a bed. The bed itself was uniquely constructed with four sturdy and tall trunks at the corners and branches of wood running between the posts.
“What a beautiful bed, and very you,” she said as she released his hand and walked over to run her hand from post to post.
“Me?” he asked as he moved close behind her.
“Oh yes, it’s full of strength, power, and comes straight from nature. I think all of it is unequivocally you,” she shared.
Jon moved behind her and kissed her neck as he reached around to unbutton her blouse. She breathed deeply, quickly, and eagerly while she waited for him to finally touch her flesh. She wanted to feel his flesh coasting across hers. Wishing there was nothing between them had her pushing her skirt off and stepping out of her shoes.
Gooseflesh swiftly spread across her body as he pulled off her blouse. Molly tried to turn around to help take his clothes from him, but he held her fast. The tattoo. She’d forgotten about it and hated to mar a moment of their time together by talking about him.
“Your father?”
“No!” She couldn’t get the denial out fast enough and was sure Jon noticed she was getting tense. She wanted to move on from the subject, only couldn’t. He wanted to know who she’d had permanently inked on her back and couldn’t fault him. She’d wanted to tell him, just not yet. Molly hadn’t wanted that man to intrude in any way on their special time together.
“He must be someone important to you,” he told her as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
“Was! Was important, but hasn’t been for more than five years.” She wanted to confide in him, although right then she wanted his passion more than his compassion.
Turning around to face him, she was naked except for the tattoo, and a thread of shame started to wind around her. No, he—another man, the one who had been her coach—should be ashamed, not her. Molly reminded herself who Jon was as she looked into his eyes and made her request.
“Can we talk about it later? Right now I want you, only you, to love me.” She gave him her truth and he responded immediately. Not with words, but actions.
With large hands holding her head, he kissed her not with gentle seduction but passionate zeal. The lust he encouraged in her was beyond her wildest imagination. She hungered for him and he gave her everything she wanted.
Their tongue-wielding kiss soon moved down to her nipples and further to her pussy. His mouth was everywhere. The grip she had on his head was fierce and necessary. Without her hold on him, she knew she’d immediately fall to the ground. When he used his fingers to reveal her clit, Jon dove right in to make her come.
“Jon,” she moaned and gripped his dark hair more firmly, maybe even tugged on it when he bit her nub. The need for a release raced from her feet to her head and back down where it settled in her mound. A pulsating beat kept drumming, insisting she find her climax. When he tugged her clit while thrusting one, maybe two, possibly even more fingers in and out of her wet slit, she shattered into a million pieces.
He wrapped his arms around her hips and rested his face against her bare belly. She held him there and tried to regain her breath.
“Oh Jon,” she murmured, not sure what she’d planned to say. He surprised her by standing up in front of her. The moment he looked at her, Molly was taken by the need to hold a place in his eyes. He looked at her with an almost palatable essence.
Without a word, he led her to the bed and helped her onto the high mattress. She sat on her knees in the center and waited for something, although she wasn’t sure what. All they did was look at each other before he started to take his clothes off. Boots, jeans, underwear and finally his t-shirt were left scattered on the floor around him.
He opened the bedside drawer, pulled out a couple condom wrappers, and set them on the ledge.
Crawling onto the bed, he kneeled in front of her and reached out a hand to lift one of her breasts. “How do you not play with these bodacious fleshy mounds all day and night?”
Rubbing his thumb gently across the nipple, he was transfixed by them. While he played like a child with marbles, she glanced at his hard cock, stunned. Molly had felt him and knew the man was on the big side. As far as she was concerned, he was a perfect size large. He was definitely no child, and she looked back at his face with more knowledge.
“You’re big,” she told him, as if he didn’t already know.
“Trust me, there are bigger. Not to worry, flower. I’ll fit and give you great pleasure, promise,” he confided with some humor.
“I believe you, but first I must…” She didn’t finish what she was going to say; instead she took hold of his cock and leaned down to place a kiss on the crown. An intoxicating aroma circled around his groan. She couldn’t put a word to the scent, but found she liked it. Putting her mouth around the first inch of his rod for more of a taste, she savored the connection.
Molly knew he let her lick and suck him by what he did. Even though he ran one of his hands through her hair, the other one held his hard-on, ensuring she could take only as much as he allowed. While she’d prefer a quick hard thrust and filling, she was good with how he possessed her body. There was no way she could swallow his entire length, but she could make him think she did.
Circling the tip with her tongue, picking up all the pre-cum she could manage, she then slid her mouth over what he let her have. He may not have expected her laying a hand next to his. There was no intention to stop or encourage him further with her touch. It was simply a natural place for the hand to rest.
Over and over again, she licked and swallowed, and savored
every stroke her tongue made.
Jon wasn’t immune to her blowjob. His hand tightened in her hair and he groaned, but otherwise the man was as cool as a cucumber. Or, at least, she believed he was. Being proven wrong was as much a joy as having his cock in her mouth.
He gave her a little warning and a few mumbled words, but she didn’t understand them and kept on sucking him. When he pulled her away and lay her on her back, she understood he wanted something else.
Would this be when he tied her up and took her? He could always secure her hands above her head and her legs to the post at the foot of the bed.
Ready for the bondage to come into play, Molly was surprised when he put on a condom and went for the missionary position. By no means was she disappointed, she simply hadn’t expected it.
With only the crown of his cock buried inside her pussy, the air caught in the back of her throat. She brought her knees up and splayed them a little wider. The move tightened the entrance to her slit. She hadn’t meant for it to happen, but his groan made the move worthwhile.
He leaned on his elbows and watched her get used to him being there. His cock’s presence, no matter how minimal, felt right. She knew pleasure marked her face and didn’t care. Emotions and feelings raced through her heart and body, so why not let him see her passion for him?
“You all right?” He asked the question while starting to move a little bit deeper before pulling out again.
“Beautiful,” she murmured and gave him her truth. “I want more of you. Give me everything and I’ll love it all the more.”
After taking in everything he could about her in a few brief seconds, Jon moved a hand between them. Even though he rested on her, with her being stretched to an almost painful point, she still gasped when he circled her clit. It was a single step back from being too much, but it pulled unadulterated need from deep within her soul.
She wanted to open her legs even wider and groan her joy as he pleasured her. Trying to spread out further brought a pinch to her nub and another round of unfettered circles from his finger. She couldn’t hold it back. She groaned until it almost became a scream as he pushed even more of his cock inside her.
There was no break. He continued to tease her excited nub and move his cock further in and out of her wet pussy. When he finally was buried to the hilt inside her, she breathed out and looked up at him.
“I’m completely full of you and want nothing else,” she told him with a smile.
“Nothing? No thrusting, no fucking, no humpy-pumpy?”
“Humpy-pumpy?” She laughed hard and might have pushed a small portion of him out. “What man calls sex humpy-pumpy?”
“Me, and you can thank my aunt who said I was a rambunctious nine-year-old boy who was already curious about the birds and the bees.” He moved back into her, then pulled out a bit further before pushing back in. The man was a sex machine and she was glad to have him between her legs. Originally his size was admittedly daunting, but she got over any concern she may have had rather quickly.
She wanted him to love her and her body.
“Please, Jon. Please take me until I can’t take anymore.” She didn’t care if she begged.
“Is this all right?” he asked as he pulled more of his cock out than he had before and pushed it all back in.
Her breath caught on a hitch.
“More, please. Keep going.” Bracing one of her feet between his legs gave her the ability to bump her hips upward. It wasn’t much, but enough for him to make a few changes. Once he opened her inner lips, leaving her clit completely uncovered, he pushed his pelvis more firmly against hers and pulled his hand out.
Jon was able to fuck her freely, and he did. She was still tight around him, but not as much as before. He was able to move more quickly and, somewhere along the line, he added a circular motion.
“You okay?” he queried as he thrust most of his length in before pulling the rod free.
“Great! I’m great. Keep going,” she murmured. As he fucked her, she only cared about being with him, lost in the abyss of pleasure.
They had a rhythm to what they were doing, or they did until he grasped hold of a breast and held it out as he leaned down to run his tongue around the hard tip.
“Oh, oh my. Oh, Jon,” she cried as her hands gripped his head. From there, all words became grunts, moans, and groans.
He bit, tugged, and sucked the nipple and it seemed to have a line straight to her pussy. With each loving touch from his mouth and teeth, she wanted to wrap her legs around him and absorb everything about him. An idea slipped in her head how he didn’t need to fuck in and out of her as long as his mouth worked on her breast. All was beautiful, then he would slide his cock in and out, and her eyes would roll back in her head.
The time came when he shifted her leg and held the knee pressed to the bed. Without any warning, he pushed in and she started to climax as he pulled free. The release was in the back of her throat until she screamed his name, then it moved down to rapidly pulse in her pussy.
Jon was more than a sex machine. He was a living, breathing, thinking man who gave her things she hadn’t known she wanted. Sex with the coach had always followed a routine. They’d strip, fuck in missionary or from behind, come, and they were done. There was nothing habitual about this man and she was thrilled by the discovery.
As she started to come down to earth, he shifted onto his knees and brought her with him, leaving her head and shoulders on the bed. She wasn’t sure what to do with her feet and there was no time to figure it out.
With his thumb once again circling her clit, he moved his cock steadily in and out of her wet pussy. She could hear the moist music created by their lovemaking, but couldn’t focus on it. Lost to their passion and on the cusp of coming again, she could only say one word to him.
“Please,” she panted over and over again.
He breathed heavily, and his hair no longer hung straight down past his ears but was mussed from her hands. A part of her needed to know he was human. At one point she wondered because he seemed to be all powerful, all knowing.
“Please what, flower. Please what?” He grunted and kept fucking her as he teased her excited bundle of nerves.
“Please,” was all she could groan before the flood gates opened. Apparently the previous climax had been an appetizer. Her slit pulsated around his rapidly plunging cock and tried to pull it in to hold the hard flesh captive. She didn’t want to ever lose him being buried inside her body.
A minute later—maybe more, maybe less—he came and she tried to soak in every grunt and pulse pounding beat he made. She wanted his seed and it seemed to be the final stage in what they’d done, only his release rested in the bottom of a rubber. They’d have to talk about specifics, although she could say without pause she wanted all he had to offer. She was on a birth control pill and had no STD’s, which meant condoms wouldn’t be an issue.
When he finally relaxed on top of her, she didn’t ask for air. Instead, she accepted him and his weight, wrapped her arms and legs around him, and held on as he breathed. This was the man Molly wanted to spend her life with. There was much more to learn about and from him. She wanted and hoped to experience everything life offered with him at her side.
CHAPTER FIVE
Molly couldn’t be happier as they snuggled under a blanket on the long leather couch in the screened-in back porch. The moonlight shined through tree branches and made it feel almost like it was daytime.
They weren’t doing anything special, unique or sexual. An occasional word or two was spoken, but they simply sat quietly with each other.
It gave her time to think, not dwell, but think through what had happened and what, if anything, she’d change. There was only one thing: to not have the tattooed portrait of a past partner on her back. If she wanted to label it, then a monkey on her back would suit it best.
“How hard would it be to have my tattoo erased?” She said it out loud and hadn’t actually meant to. However, she sense
d she should get rid of some unwanted weight when she told him what was on her mind.
“Many, many visits to someone who uses lasers, and each visit will cost a chunk.” The news wasn’t the best, but he went on and gave her hope. “You could find a tattoo artist you trust and, if they’ll do it, have them do a cover-up tat. I’ve seen a few of those and you can’t see the original ink without looking hard.”
“Interesting. You’ve given me an option I hadn’t thought of,” she murmured and started to think about a potential new opportunity to erase the ink. She wasn’t ashamed of having a tattoo, but she was of having a past boyfriend who, at the end of their relationship, treated her like dirt. It actually sounded more like a viable solution and a great deal cheaper. Maybe she could get rid of him and move on with life. She wanted to get on with things and not be ashamed of her past or her back.
What a joy it would be to shake off the past and be free of a mistake she’d once made. The more her tattoo circled around in her head, the sooner she realized exactly what the first step into something new should be.
“From the age of twelve or thirteen, somewhere around there, he was my coach for riding and eventually eventing. He was my world. Everyday we’d meet up and for hours we’d talk and do all things horse related. On my sixteenth birthday, we had sex for the first time. I was an adult and we were starting a life as a couple, at least to me.”
“Sixteen? We’re talking about a child. You couldn’t make any decisions at such a young and undeveloped age.” Despite their relaxed positions, he didn’t keep the note of anger out of his voice. She knew he wasn’t upset with her, but with someone else. It was nice for someone to see the law said one thing and know human nature another.
