Captain O'Reilly's Woman - Ashes of Love 1

by Gwen Campbell

  “Okay,” she said, exhaling deliberately. “But you’re big—really big,” she continued, touching the head of his cock. “And I’m not exactly giant-sized over here.” She wanted to make it sound light, made one corner of her mouth turn up. But couldn’t quite pull it off. “That’s just one finger you’ve got inside me and don’t get me wrong it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt but even that I can feel stretching me.”

  David kissed her forehead, then leaned his head against hers. “I know. And I can’t describe how fantastic and hot and tight you feel.” He kissed her forehead again, still easing the tip of his finger in and out of her. “That’s why I’m petting you like this,” he explained gently. “So you will be able to take me inside you and feel only pleasure.” He swallowed harshly. “I could hurt you—I know that. But I never will.”

  Something twigged in Samantha’s head and she thought about her obstetrics training. Which she’d specialized in. Women in labor seemed to like having another woman attend them during delivery, rather than some guy in a brush cut and fatigues.

  David was doing what she’d done a dozen times before to prevent having to perform an episiotomy: massaging the mouth of the vagina.

  All right enough with the technical references.

  Samantha slapped herself mentally and again focused on David. His delicious mouth was drawn. His eyes watched her intently, searching her face for signs of discomfort or unease. They were overshadowed by a growing desire as he touched her.

  She nodded slowly. “It feels good,” she breathed. Her smile felt genuine now. Genuine and womanly and she relaxed into his hand and let the feelings inside her build.

  David kissed her. His tongue touched hers and caressed it gently, like he was caressing her between her legs. Then he pulled back from her, slid his finger into his mouth and tasted her juices. His eyes, hot and aroused, were on hers. “Sweet,” he said as he pulled his finger out of his mouth. His voice was low and rough. Then he turned her into the flow of water and began rinsing the soap from her body.

  He made quick work of it then twisted his large body under the showerhead until all traces of the soap were gone, turned off the water, took her hand and led her out of the enclosure. David grabbed the towel and started to drag Samantha up the grassy, overgrown incline, back to the house.

  “Wait,” she gasped. Clutching his thick biceps, she pawed at him anxiously. She felt overwhelmed by the blatant sensuality of him, the way he’d touched her, the look in his eyes. The way he’d...tasted her. She’d never been so horny in her life and her legs didn’t have the strength to carry her any further. He turned back to her. His eyes were dark with arousal, his cock thick and straining upward.

  Then he touched the side of her face, pushed back a thick strand of her wet hair and swallowed audibly. “I can’t wait either,” he breathed, tossed the towel onto the ground and dropped to his knees in front of her.

  Samantha cried out softly when David shoved his rough chin between her thighs and slid his tongue over her pussy.

  Ah sweet...

  She’d never felt anything so delicious—so indescribably arousing as the feel of his tongue licking the fleshy folds of her sex, then caressing her clit.

  Trembling and crying out again, she opened her legs for him, wanting him closer. His hands, on her hips, held her firmly. Stroking and kneading, a single, impudent finger slid between her legs and lightly worked the mouth of her sheath.

  When her knee buckled, she grabbed on to him. David wrapped a strong hand around her waist and she cried out at the loss of his touch on her body. She watched in breathless anticipation when he yanked at the corners of the big towel, spreading it on the ground then tugged her down until she lay down. Needing to feel his strength against every inch of her, she held her arms out to him.

  When he lay his body down on hers, Samantha didn’t know who moaned louder. It was so erotic—the feel of him against every inch of her. His size eclipsing her, his strength against her softness, his breath, on her neck. The crisp, damp curls on his chest abraded her nipples deliciously before crushing them. His belly was hard on hers. The shifting firmness of his body over her sex, his cock digging into her thigh so insistently made her squirm.

  She clutched at his back, the thick muscles that bunched and moved smoothly beneath his taut skin. His breath broke, like hers. The quiet sounds of need coming from his throat echoed hers.

  And then he was kissing her. Hot. Possessive. He claimed her mouth like she wanted him to claim her body. Like she’d always wanted him to claim her body. Samantha matched her hunger to David’s and drove her tongue into his mouth. She shuddered lightly when he sucked it in even deeper, caressing every inch of it with his own, painting it with his taste and need. The hand on her breast held her so gently. His roughness stroked her smoothness until she squirmed, wanting even more. David squeezed her breast, plumping her flesh then dipped his head and ran the length of his tongue across her hardening nipple.

  This was what he’d wanted. What he’d ached for. To feel her—warm and soft and loving. Her size made him keenly aware of his and he’d never felt stronger, more potent than when he lay his body over hers. And to be able to kiss her breast, to feel her nipple harden against his tongue. His balls cramped angrily but he ignored them, instead focusing on the incredibly sensual, giving woman beneath him. Her feminine strength rose to meet his. Her hands were on his head, holding him to her as he squeezed her breast again and took her nipple into his mouth and sucked on her gently. Taking hold of its mate just as carefully, he held them together so he could lick both her nipples at once.

  Samantha thought her head would come off. The feel of his hands on her breasts was good—really good—but couldn’t compare to how his mouth felt. Seducing her completely with lips and tongue and teeth. If she hadn’t already been completely in love with this man, she would be now.

  She moaned with frustration when he slid further down her body. Still holding her breasts, David kissed a line around them. Then her ribs and abdomen. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing when he dove his tongue into her navel. Her laughter turned into a gasp when he bit her hip hard enough to sting, then he soothed the spot with gentle sweeps of his tongue. His hands, still on her breasts, cupped and plumped her flesh. His fingers, stroking then squeezing her nipples until she moaned and her back arched...her body asking for more.

  Then his rough chin was nestled between her thighs, pushing lightly. Then harder until she opened her legs.

  “David...” Samantha breathed in awe as she felt the first, unimpeded sweep of his tongue across her clit. Open mouthed, she stared down her body to where his mouth was fastened on her. It was cruelly erotic. Her excitement rose even more when she saw his hands slide down her body, his fingers on the back of her thighs, lifting and parting them in one sure movement. The pronounced mass of his shoulders slid beneath them.

  David had never known anything as sweet—as pure as Samantha. The way she accepted, without protest, his every touch. His every caress. Responding without knowing what delights he had planned for her. Responding to him so hotly the skin on the head of his cock felt like it was going to split. Dappled sunlight revealed every curve and dip of her lush body beneath wavering beams of light and shade. The smell of her skin, her sex, was dewy and clean and sweet. It mixed with fresh air and the damp ground beneath them. And the taste of her...David shuddered violently when he slid his tongue into her. He lapped at her wetness, loved the taste of her. Humbled by how wet she was, he slid the tip of a finger into her and began to piston her gently.

  Lifting his head for a moment, he watched her face for signs of discomfort or unease and found none. Smiling now, he lowered his mouth back to her and, languidly, began to circle her clit with his tongue.

  It pulsed at his touch. A jump of surprise. He tickled it with the tip of his tongue, feeling it tremble then swell. Samantha was moaning now, telling him incoherently how much she liked his touch, liked the feel of his mouth, his hands
on her body. Her thighs flexed, released and trembled. Her beautiful breasts, swollen and rising with her breath, were perhaps the most beautiful things he’d seen in his life.

  Gradually, he felt the cruelly tight mouth of her sheath loosen. He could now move his finger in her without having to force. Her core still clung to him though, wet and demanding. Her thighs started to shake. Soon, now...David knew she’d come soon and he flicked his tongue against her deliberately, drove his finger a little harder, a little faster until her legs tightened and she bore down on him, crying out softly.

  Samantha felt like she couldn’t get enough. Would never get enough. The things David was doing—how wonderful it felt when he touched her. Kissed her. Licked her. She’d heard of such things, of course, but had never dreamed it would be so exquisite. She wanted to come. Every inch of her ached to come. And when her body arched, her back stiff and bowed, she gave herself over to the overwhelming sensations. She let passion and excitement roll through her without check until her orgasm hit, exploding and consuming. Deep pulses of release twisted and claimed her. Her core throbbed with the awareness of David’s mouth, his hand on her.

  Too much. It was suddenly all too much but instead of letting her squirm away from him, David held her fast. His heavy arm anchored across her hips but he gentled the thrusts of his fingers. He caressed her slowly now and she clearly felt every tender, probing nuance of touch inside her. His tongue nudged her clit softly, circled it. His breath tickled her auburn curls. He moved his wrist, changing the angle of his finger piercing her and she sighed lustily as, once more, pleasure began to build inside her. His tongue swept across her clit languidly, returning when she gasped and her shoulders came off the ground.

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  Shaking with need, David continued to slowly arouse and torment Samantha. Her orgasm had almost triggered his own and he couldn’t remember ever being as excited as he was now. Every inch of him screamed to rise up and thrust into her wetness. But he held his hunger back ruthlessly. He made it wait while he slowly and seductively roused her a second time.

  “David...”

  His name was a siren call—an aphrodisiac coming from Samantha’s lips. He’d never get tired of hearing that rising note of excitement, that naked need in her voice. He moved his fingers in and out of her faster now, harder. She was so wet. Wet and soft and hot and when Samantha started to tremble, when she began to clutch the edge of the towel, the top of his head with a strength that almost hurt, David kissed her pussy one last time then rose up over her. Laying his body over hers carefully, his cock in his hand, he rubbed the head of it against her weeping sex.

  “You all right?” he managed to growl, surprised his voice held.

  “Uh huh,” she answered thickly. Her voice was rough and he loved knowing he’d done that to her. Her arms came around him. Hands clutching, nails scoring him lightly until his back arched of its own volition and he groaned softly when his cock pressed against her before he got hold of himself and stopped.

  “You ready?” he asked, wanting to be sure. Wanting to know she was sure. If she refused him, if she asked him to wait or even if she changed her mind, he’d stop. It would kill him but he’d stop. For her. Anything. For her.

  “Yes. Please,” Samantha sobbed quietly, trembling now with her own need. There was no fear, no hesitancy in her. Just warm, giving woman, opening herself to him, looking up at him like he was everything she wanted.

  Carefully, David positioned Samantha’s limbs. He drew her knees up on either side of his hips, holding back a low moan as her wetness shifted against the head of his cock. Her softness slid over him, sultry and swollen. There was no more waiting now. No reason to hold back. He stared down at her raptly. Her eyes were so dark they seemed black. David flexed his hips and carefully, inexorably, drove himself into her.

  Samantha gasped, her neck arching as a sharp pain pierced her. It spread into her abdomen, across her thighs before quickly fading to nothingness. Until there was nothing but the exquisiteness of David’s body inside hers, filling her, stretching her until it was hard to breathe. He felt so big—inside and on top of her and it didn’t seem possible she’d be able to take all of him. Then she gasped again, in surprise this time when his loins butted hers. When he pressed down into her tightly, she knew he was fully buried inside her.

  David held himself still. Air tore in and out of his lungs. His hands were on her head, brushing her hair back. He stared down at her. He’d hurt her, he knew that, even though there had been no other way. Despite that, he’d never give back the feeling of her maidenhead tearing as he drove into her the first time. But when one corner of her mouth turned up, when he felt her hands on his back, her fingers stroking his damp skin then sinking into him like she couldn’t bear to be parted from him, he felt his brow relax and he nuzzled the base of her ear.

  “Mine,” he breathed, giving voice to the hunger and love and need that had been building inside him for two years now. That single word banished the loneliness that had been his companion for over twenty. He kissed her, gently and reverently, took his weight on his elbows and, carefully, began to ease his cock out of her.

  “No,” Samantha moaned raggedly. One ankle wrapping around his thigh. Her arms clutched him to her.

  David’s first thought was that he was hurting her, but he quickly realized she thought he was pulling out of her. “Shh...” he breathed reassuringly, and eased his cock back into her hot, clinging sheath. He sank as deep as he could go then held still. “This is part of it,” he whispered and nuzzled her temple, despite the tremor in his voice and his shaking, rabid need to anchor an arm beneath her hips and slam into her deep and hard. “My cock. Moving in you...” He swallowed when his voice failed. “The best feeling in the world, Sam.” David eased his hips back, then forward, filling her carefully.

  His world narrowed until there was nothing but the small woman beneath him. The sound of her breath breaking as he moved in her, the feel of her hands. Her thighs cradled his. The taste of her was still warm and fragrant on his lips. Her lush breasts were crushed beneath his chest, her belly cradled his. And her pussy—so wet and swollen—the tightest, most delicious thing he’d ever felt, shredded his control.

  “The best feeling...” Samantha parroted breathlessly, the corners of her mouth turning up.

  “That’s right,” David said, grinning. He kissed her quickly, drove his tongue deep and possessively then tipped his head so he could look down at her beautiful, trusting face. Pleasure made her lids heavy and left her mouth slack. Pleasure that he gave as he fucked her slowly. “Now move your ass, Corporal,” he ordered imperiously, chuckling when she did. “Lift your hips.” His breath hissed out of him when she moved against him. “Yeah. Like that, Sammy. Take me in deep. Show me what you want.”

  Samantha gasped as she tipped her hips up a second time. Meeting his slow, driving thrust, her gasp turned into a shudder as he sank even deeper into her. She felt wet, swollen and hungry—even though he’d just given her an orgasm. “Make me come again,” she whispered hoarsely. Her breath cooled the sweat on his throat.

  “Oh yes, ma’am,” David agreed lustily and drove his cock into her. Harder now. Short, incomplete strokes. Stretching the mouth of her pussy with the head of his cock, he thrust deep. Rotating his hips lightly, he was enthralled by the sounds of pleasure she made, the feel of her nails digging into his back.

  “Oh sweet...” Samantha moaned. “There are some things you do better than kissing.” David laughed and his cock jumped inside her. She trembled and squirmed closer.

  David began to drive into her rhythmically. The walls of her tight sheath softened and cling to him hotly, instead of making him force them open. There were so many ways he wanted to take her, so many things he wanted to teach her. But this would do just fine for a start. Straightening over her, David levered himself up and began to show her his strength. Driving harder deliberately, he felt her hot breath on his chest as he sank his cock into her sweet pussy, aga
in and again.

  She gasped and the light rolling of her hips becoming more urgent. More demanding. Breathing deeper now, her beautiful face was flushed with excitement, her legs came around him, urging him to take her. When her thighs began to shake, when she tensed, when he heard the unmistakable, low and primal rumble of need deep in her chest, he sped up his strokes. He drove his cock into her hard now, harder than he should but he couldn’t stop himself. It was her first time and he knew...he knew he should be gentle. But Samantha responded to him so hotly. Every sigh and movement told him how much she wanted him, how much pleasure he was giving her. Humbled to his very depths, David kept driving into her and let his lust rise to satisfy hers.

  David’s moan echoed hers as her body bore down on his. He felt the tautness, the strength in her body magnified as ecstasy claimed her, and squeezed him hard. The shuddering pulses of her sheath fisted him so tightly he thought she’d snap his cock in two, but he kept driving into her, driving her release, riding it, loving it. Knowing he was the first satisfied something primal and deep inside him. He was the only man to ever give her this pleasure. He needed it like...like he needed her.

  Unleashing his hunger on her, David drove into Samantha’s convulsing body. She was so wet now, unbelievably wet with the sudden flow of her juices. His mind had long ago given his body permission to come inside her. He knew that, when the moment came, he would plant his seed deep and irreversibly inside her fertile body. He could almost taste the coming together of their cells to create life. Him and her, combined.

  With a deep, shuddering cry, David came. His hips thrust forward with the first spasm of his release. He felt his balls draw up tight and hard, felt the seed in them shoot out of him, into her. Pulses of ecstasy consumed him, pain and pleasure in equal parts, like darts of fire licking over him and dissolving him in a maelstrom of pure, animalistic lust.