There was something different about the way he kissed her. This was no simple mating of mouths and lips. No, he possessed her mouth. A thrill chased up her spine when he slid his hand roughly under her hair and cupped the back of her head, holding her to him. His lips were firm over hers, and she reveled in his open display of desire for her.
His hands pulled at the tie of her shirt just above her shoulder, and she had a moment of panic. She quickly opened her eyes to make sure the lights were still off. Naked was great so long as it was disguised in darkness. The room was still dark. She shut her eyes and stretched into his hold.
“God, woman, you taste good.” His mouth quickly worked its way to her exposed shoulder. His hands held her by her hips as his thumbs massaged the soft flesh there. Her curves didn’t seem so abundant in the hands of a man built like Cain. He held her in a way that would appear affectionate, but there was a force behind his touch, a sort of power, as if he were holding her in place. Her body reveled in the awareness of his control.
He suddenly pulled his mouth from her heated flesh and sat back. He roughly took her by the hips and centered her on the bed. Leaning back on his heels he smiled down at her, his pearly teeth contrasting in the shadowed moonlight. It wasn’t fair for a man to be so beautiful. Staring up at his exquisiteness, dappled in silver pools scattered by the moon, almost made her stomach hurt.
He was just so perfect, his dark hair tumbling over his forehead, those silvery blue eyes practically glowing in the darkness, the hard line of his jaw covered in a day’s worth of growth. If only a fifth of his perfection had been graced on her, she would have been happy.
“Let’s get rid of this, shall we?” His hands went to the waist of her shirt and slowly tugged it up over her belly. Alarm bells sounded in her mind.
“Wait!”
He stilled.
“I…” What could she say? There was no way she was taking off her clothes in front of a man that looked like him. She was so turned on she couldn’t even comprehend how novel having such an impressive man kissing her was, yet she wasn’t too far gone to realize this was probably a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Somewhere in the past five minutes, she had decided she was going to have sex with this man. Amish or not, she owed it to women everywhere to fuck him if she had the chance. But at the same time, she was terrified he would see her far-from-perfect body and suddenly lose his erection or look at her with disgust.
“Do you want to stop?” he practically growled.
“No,” she quickly assured him as she searched her mind for a way to have mind-blowing sex without getting fully naked.
“Then what?” She could hear the urgency in his voice.
“I want to sleep with you, it’s just…”
“Destiny, I want you. I won’t take what you’re not willing to give, however. If you want to stop, then you need to let me know before this goes any further. Do you want to stop?”
Her heart was racing so fast she feared it would pound out of her chest. “I don’t want to stop,” she admitted.
“Then I’m in charge.”
As if he said the magic password, a part of her opened up, and all her self-conscious barriers went tumbling down. Her body lifted as he peeled her shirt over her shoulders. She braced herself as he took inventory of her body.
In the blue light of the moon, his nostrils flared. Cain leaned forward and cupped her breasts in warm, hard hands. “These are incredible,” he said as his thumbs teased the tips through the lace of her bra.
“I hate them. They’re too big.”
He looked at her sharply and glowered. “They are perfect. You would look silly with little breasts.”
The thin veneer of pride she held for her body chipped at his words. She would look silly because she was chubby. She considered rolling away from him and replacing her clothes, but the next thing she knew he was peeling her pants over her hips and down her legs. She shut her eyes, not wanting to see his look of disappointment.
She tried not to imagine her wide thighs or dimpled knees. She wished she had delicate little bones that could be detected beneath her flesh, but she didn’t. She was cushioned where she should have been firm and tight. Her body was shapely, definitely not saggy, but still, her curves were exaggerated on her short frame, and she would never be built the way society viewed beauty, at least not in this century.
His hands coasted back up her naked legs, and he groaned. “You, Destiny, are built just as a woman should be. These hips are made for a male to hold onto. You’re solid and strong, a woman capable of playing hard with a male and coming back for more.”
Her eyes opened, and she looked at his countenance, searching for signs of sarcasm, but found none. He was admiring her curves with an awed expression, and his hands mapped out each swell and dip.
“And your skin is so incredibly soft. I plan on tasting every square inch of it. I believe I’ll start right here,” he said as he undid the front clasp of her bra.
Her breasts came tumbling out, and he quickly bent to his feast. Destiny had never really gotten much pleasure from nipple play. While it excited her as a prelude to better things, her nipples weren’t very sensitive, and she found it difficult to get overly excited about them. The little bit of pleasure she gained from her breasts was usually lost as she focused on making all the right noises so not to hurt her partner’s feelings.
Cain licked and sucked on her breasts. The scrape of his rough jaw over her tender flesh was nice, but nowhere near orgasmic. She tried to make all the right sounds and move in all the right ways, but her arousal slowly began to lag. This was where she usually reminded herself why she avoided sex. She was almost impossible to please. Her breasts were unreceptive to gentle caresses, her orgasms were like some distant dream, and her partners always grew frustrated and insecure when they realized she wasn’t going to come.
Pretty soon he would start the perfunctory line of questions that squashed her arousal to a point beyond resuscitation. Does that feel good? Should I push harder? Is that too much?
She needed lovers to be confident, and when they had to ask she only lost admiration for them. She would never tell anyone that, because she was far from perfect, but the truth was she could never fully surrender to a man who required her guidance. Just the thought of what would come next made her dry up.
She had the mental debate of whether or not to fake an orgasm. Most men couldn’t tell the difference, and if they could they were too polite to ask. Either that or they needed no extra attention drawn to the fact that they had failed at satisfying a women. Not that it was their fault. It was hers. She was broken.
When Cain pulled his mouth from her breasts and sat back she opened her eyes. He was frowning at her. She had the sudden fear that he knew she was losing interest. His eyes narrowed, and he pulled a deep breath in through his nose. Dear God, did she smell? She fought the urge to sniff herself.
“You do not like your breasts touched?”
His question caught her off guard and was a little too close to the truth. It unnerved her. Maybe she wasn’t such a good faker after all. “I like it.”
“Liar.”
Her mouth opened and shut on another lie. What should she say? She didn’t want to hurt his feelings. If he was enjoying himself she didn’t mind. Maybe she should just thank him for what he had done so far and find her clothes. He probably was regretting waking her at this point. No one enjoyed a nonresponsive lover.
“Slide your brassiere all the way off.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “What?”
“You heard me.”
A normal woman would have bristled at the sharp command of his voice, but not her. Nope, Destiny’s heart fluttered at his authoritative tone. Yup, there was definitely something wrong with her. She sat up and pulled her bra down and off of her arms. She held it up for him to see then dropped it on the mattress.
He stared down at her coolly. “Place your arms above your head. Lace your fingers together
and do not release them until I give you permission.”
She shut her eyes and tried to disguise the wave of pleasure that washed over her at his words. Obediently, she raised her arms and did as he instructed and cautiously cracked her lids to see what he was doing. He simply watched her for long seconds, maybe even minutes. It was unnerving, yet the longer he stared at her with that penetrating stare, a strange ball of fire built inside of her like a combustible atom of anticipation.
Finally he reached forward and trailed his finger between her breasts and over the high swells. Her breath was coming fast, not because of the way he touched her, but due to the way he looked at her. He was in total control, and she was happily at his mercy.
His fingers trailed over the creamy flesh, but never touched the darker tips. He came dangerously close to her areolas only to pull back again. His actions had her nipples tightening and practically straining toward his touch.
Destiny grew impatient and frustrated. Her heart was pounding, and once again her sex was throbbing. When he pulled his long finger near her nipple again, she arched her back and raised her shoulder trying to force the contact.
His hand flattened on her soft stomach and anchored her to the bed. “Did I say you could move?” Her throat went dry. She wasn’t sure what was happening here, but this was quickly climbing the scales as one of the hottest sexual experiences of her life.
“Well?”
Holy shit, he expected her to answer. She swallowed. “No.”
“No, what?”
“No, Cain.”
“Good girl. Now stay still.”
Her body twitched, mimicking the quivers that started prior to an orgasm. How was he getting her so close without even really touching her? She had never been this aroused by foreplay before. It was as though she was preparing to emotionally come. He was seducing her mind. She almost wanted to end it for the simple fact that she didn’t want to spoil the memory with an anticlimactic ending.
Her panties were wet to the point of being embarrassing. He continued to torment her breasts. Her flesh became so incredibly sensitized, his caress was practically unbearable. The instant his fingers unexpectedly clamped down hard on the protruding tips of her nipples, she cried out a hoarse sob of pleasure so unlike her she barely recognized her own voice. He held her flesh between the calloused tips of his work-roughened fingers, and tears stung her eyes. Sensations unlike anything she had ever experienced reached her nipples, and her uterus quivered and contracted.
“Take it,” he commanded in an authoritative, yet soothing voice. And she did.
When he finally released her nipples, the blood rushed to the sensitized tips, and his mouth fastened over her abused flesh while his other hand rolled the dark, distended tip of her other breast.
Destiny became a woman possessed. Her hips jerked, and her body bowed off the bed as he sucked her nipple to the back of his mouth. His tongue flicked over the tip as he held her flesh between his teeth, maintaining just enough pressure to keep her on edge.
Cain moved from one breast to the next, never allowing her to lose the feeling he had built. Her entire being was awakened in a way she had never experienced, and the entire time he touched her, she took great pride in never once lowering her arms. She loved being completely under his command.
When she had dissolved into a sobbing puddle of arousal, he slid down her body. His mouth kissed over her stomach, and she wanted to pull away, but was too aroused to care about her imperfections. She should be concerned that he was touching her in such a flawed place, yet she was suddenly too selfish. She had never been so turned-on, so close to the edge without consciously encouraging herself to keep her eye on the prize. She only wanted him to keep touching her.
He yanked her panties down and over her hips. Her legs moved like a cricket’s trying to help him along. He licked the indent of her hip, soft and fleshy, so unlike his own hard, muscled body, yet he didn’t seem to care.
His body moved lower, and his shoulders wedged between her thighs. Destiny rejoiced at the instinct that he would put his mouth on her there. She needed to come, and that was usually a sure way to make it happen.
She spread her thighs to accommodate his wide shoulders, and then he went suddenly still. It seemed as if he was even holding his breath. Self-consciousness flooded her, and the excruciating fear that she somehow didn’t measure up swamped her mind, drowning her confidence.
“Cain?” She wanted to curl in a ball and hide.
“You have no hair.”
Blood rushed to her cheeks. “I get waxed.”
“Waxed?”
Were they really going to have this conversation now, with his face between her thighs and his gazed locked on her hairless folds? Quickly, she explained, “Yes, waxed. I go to a salon every six weeks and have my hair removed. I feel like it’s more attractive and…cleaner.” She couldn’t believe she was saying this to an Amish man staring at her pussy. She was going to hell.
He said nothing, and then his tongue licked from one end of her slit all the way up to her clit. Her body shivered, and she tried to eradicate all memories of that quick intermission.
“You’re so smooth,” he growled in a gravelly voice.
“Thank you?” She wasn’t really sure how to receive a compliment about her vagina. No one really ever paid the subject much thought before.
He pressed her thighs farther apart and continued staring at her. He had unnerved her with the way he played with her breasts. Her body was still on edge, still needing to climax. She struggled to tolerate more of his torture.
It took all of her effort not to pull away and take charge. He was like no one she’d been with before. Cain was perfectly comfortable taking the lead. She didn’t want to let her impatience or stingy need to have an orgasm mess with the chemistry they were sharing. So she forced herself to wait.
Slowly he licked her again, and her body tightened. His tongue flicked over her clit, and he blew gently over her sensitive flesh. The sensation of his finger slowly rimming her opening kicked up her breathing. Like a coin works its way down a funnel, he slowly swirled his finger, spiraling deeper and deeper into her narrow opening.
She imagined his lips glistening with her juices, and more heat flooded her. He growled and then sunk his finger deep inside of her. She arched and gasped at the full sensation. He quickly pulled his finger out then plunged two more back inside of her. He wasn’t gentle, and Destiny loved it.
Cain quickly pumped his fingers in and out of her as his tongue joined the melee, licking and kissing her bare flesh. Her blood pumped into her clit, and she swelled right under the torment of his tongue. He nibbled the sensitive, nub and she could no longer hold her arms above her head. She pressed them out to her sides as her hands fisted in the blankets.
Cain sucked at her sharp bundle of nerves, his fingers working in and out of her. She was so close. Her mind cheered, and her own voice echoed, “Yes, yes, yes, yes…”
Finally his fingers pressed deep. The tips twisted and hooked at the mouth of her womb, and a shower of pleasure rained down over her. Her muscles throbbed in a fast, rhythmic flutter that pounded against his fingertips holding her from deep within. Her clit beat rapidly against his tongue as her blood surged to every nerve ending in her body. He sucked her flesh hard as she cried out his name, never letting her completely come down, never letting the pleasure wane. One climax folded into another as he pumped his fingers once again. He drank up her honey and growled greedily as he took more and more and more.
By her sixth or tenth orgasm, her body almost became pained with pleasure. She could take no more. She whipped her head back and forth over the pillows and called out words in Portuguese, too far gone to translate her thoughts into English. When he finally ended his assault, her body quaked with aftershocks so strong she wondered if she would come again from the simple resonance of his touch.
He climbed up her body, his much longer form cocooning hers. His strong hips wedged between her thig
hs, and the broad head of his cock pressed into her opening. Destiny instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips as he plunged deep inside of her. He stretched her. Mentally she acknowledged somewhere in the back of her mind that he was much larger than any man she had ever been with, but the pinch was all part of the pleasure.
He filled her with hard, deep thrusts, and she gloried in the strength he displayed. All her past lovers suddenly seemed like boys next to this incredible man. Her fingers mapped out every muscle along his back, and his hard chest pressed into the soft cushion she created. She actually felt petite beneath him. He was formidable for reasons beyond his physical stature. It was as if his confidence held a presence of its own.
Her body was so spent. There was no pressure to fake an orgasm. Cain had more than proven himself as far as she was concerned. For once in her life, she realized how pleasurable the act of sex could be when the anxiety of climaxing wasn’t weighing on her.
She held onto him as he kissed her breasts and shoulders. Her heels dug into his hard ass as his tongue licked at her throat. He nipped her there, and she moaned.
He leaned back and gripped her by the hips as he fed his length in and out of her. She released her legs, and her knees fell open. The sound of their flesh pounding together filled the room. Their bodies were dewy, and skin clung to skin, tearing away here and there with a sharp and delicious sting.
Her hair was damp, small wisps clung to her temples as did his. Harder and harder he yanked her body to his, slamming his cock deep inside of her. And then something unexpected happened.
Cain leaned forward, grabbing hold of her wrists and pinning them firmly in one hand above her head. Her spine arched, and he reached with his other hand for her nipple. He pulled the tip hard and slammed his mouth down over hers, a blatant display of dominance. Destiny was overcome with passion. She bit fiercely at his full lips, and he bit back. They were mating like animals, and Destiny no longer cared what was normal.
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