Emerald Green

by Desiree Holt

  Meredith thanked God his hands clasped her arms firmly or she really would have fallen. The sensation was so erotic she felt more liquid seep from her cunt. She knew by now her panties were drenched.

  They stood there while he finished every bit of the candy, licking the last little bit from each breast. When he was done he bit down gently on each nipple, then suckled it, drawing the last of the flavor into his mouth.

  “My God,” she whispered.

  “Oh sweetheart, we haven’t even begun.”

  He unbuttoned her slacks and lowered the zipper, then slid the material down her hips to her ankles, lifting each foot to free it. When she was almost naked he knelt before her, his gaze raking over the tiny scrap of green silk that covered her mound. He grasped the lace edging at the top between his teeth and drew the fabric away from her, his hair brushing against her thighs and his breath like a kiss on her skin. Very slowly he pulled the fabric down, inch by maddening inch, until the minuscule panties too, were tossed to the side.

  He sat back on his heels, looking at her with those whiskey-colored eyes, until she thought she’d go mad if he didn’t do something. Every pulse in her body vibrated. Her blood, racing through her veins, felt like molten lava. She had never, ever been so hot in her life. And they’d hardly done anything.

  She waited until she couldn’t stand it a moment longer. “Touch me.” Her voice sounded strangled. She could barely get the words out.

  Connor breathed gently against her skin. “My pleasure.”

  His hands nudged at her ankles, telling her silently to move her legs apart. Gripping her hips with his long fingers, he used his thumbs to open her labia, then leaned forward and ran the tip of his tongue over her clit. Meredith could barely stand as a hunger stronger than any she’d ever known swept over her. The evidence of her arousal trickled down the inside of one thigh and heat suffused her. That one lick of his slightly roughened tongue erased any memories she had of any other man’s touch on her body. Every inch of her vibrated, her body demanded satisfaction and all he’d done was taste her once.

  God! She was lost and she knew it.

  With a touch as light as a feather Connor teased at her clit, lapping at it, tasting it, swirling his tongue over it until she was ready to scream in frustration.

  He moved his head back, his lips and chin wet with her cream. “You taste like strawberries, just as I imagined.” He licked his lips. “But I think it’s time for a different taste.”

  Standing up, he lifted her in his arms and placed her full length on the blanket. “Don’t move,” he told her, a wicked gleam in his eyes and a grin teasing at one corner of his mouth. With swift movements he shed his own clothes until he too, was naked in the sunlight.

  Meredith couldn’t take her eyes away from him. Every muscle in his body was defined, like a sculpture. Fine dark hair that her fingers itched to touch covered a tanned chest and tight abs. His fit body tapered from broad shoulders to lean hips and narrowed to a line over his flat belly directly to his groin. She stared at his jutting erection in open-mouthed admiration. Long and thick, with a broad plum-colored head, his cock extended from a nest of curls as dark as those on his head and his chest. Below it, heavy testicles rested against his thighs. Moisture pooled in her mouth at the thought of tasting that delicious-looking cock.

  His eyes focused tightly on her body, Connor stroked his penis once, from root to tip and back again.

  “When I slip this into your body, Meredith, you’ll know you’re well and truly fucked. You’ll feel every inch of me inside you, filling you, stretching what I damn well know is a perfect little cunt so tight it’ll feel like a vise gripping me. And when I fuck you, you’ll climax like never before in your life. I promise you that.” He released himself and dropped to his knees, reaching for the bag of fudge. His eyes were hot as they swept over her body. “But first, we’re going to give a whole new meaning to the words ‘eat you up’.”

  Connor knelt on the blanket, kissed her knees and with gentle hands bent them and spread her legs wide. His breath hissed as his eyes feasted on her weeping slit.

  Meredith shivered in anticipation. She wondered why she didn’t feel the least bit self-conscious, lying here naked under the sky, her entire cunt open to a man she’d never met before today. But rather than feeling embarrassment or discomfort she was in the grip of a feeling of total sensuality. She wanted to feel his hands and his mouth everywhere, his thick cock filling her tight channel.

  Whatever it was he had in mind, she knew she would crave it. He could do anything with her and she’d cry for more. How had this happened to her? She reached up and touched the pendant. Did the little piece of jewelry have magic embedded in it?

  She wet her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. “You’re right,” she told him.

  “About?” He was kissing the insides of her thighs, his mouth like a silken caress.

  “The emeralds. It’s so strange. I can feel them burning against my skin. Sending messages through my body. Making me feel…”

  “Yes?” he prompted.

  “Lust,” she finally said. “They make me feel lustful.”

  “Good. That’s what I mean them to do.” His eyes glittered like the precious stones themselves. “I’m going to satisfy that lust and pleasure myself while I’m doing it.” He opened her labia wide, bent his head and lapped the entire length of her slit.

  “Ohmigod!” She arched up to meet him. “Connor!”

  His hands branded her where he touched her and his hair brushed against her like strands of fire. With every lick she felt her juices flow, pouring onto his tongue. The walls of her cunt quivered with need and she pushed herself against the thrusting tongue. When he ran the tip of his tongue along the crease between her thigh and her mound she grabbed for his head, trying to pull him closer. She wanted his whole face on her, touching her pussy everywhere.

  He lifted his head and pulled back, removing her hands and placing them on either side of her. “Hold on, sweet thing. I have a treat for you.”

  She heard the crackle of the paper bag from the store. Then his lean, wonderful fingers were sliding something into her vagina, pushing it in as far as he could reach, rubbing it into her flesh. It felt like a thick substance, titillating and not at all unpleasant.

  “What?”

  “We’ve hardly made a dent in the fudge, sweetheart. Hmm.” His voice had a wicked tone to it. “Strawberries and chocolate are a decadent treat. When I said I’d share my fudge with you I meant it.”

  “Are you—”

  “Mm-hmm.” He buried his face between her thighs, his breath tickling her mound. “Just lie back, sweetheart and let me enjoy my snack.”

  Streaks of electricity jolted her as she felt him rub the fudge into her cunt and over her clit. Erotic images intensified, beating at her like an internal drum and warm liquid trickled out to bathe her heated flesh.

  Connor took a long time pressing the fudge into the slickness of Meredith’s vaginal sheath. Lean fingers that shook slightly at the sweet feelings of her pussy rubbed the gooey taste treat into her tissues, reveling in the feel of her slick walls. Each time he reached inside her his fingers danced along the quivering flesh, rubbing lightly to coat her with the thick confection. Occasionally he would pinch her clit with his other hand, not hard, just enough that more of her cream released onto his hand.

  He felt her pussy begin to clench and her hips automatically start to rock when he massaged the candy far enough into her vagina to reach her G-spot, curling his fingers to rub back and forth. He sensed her poised on the brink of orgasm but he wasn’t ready yet to give her that release. He hadn’t had nearly enough of touching her, of feeling that cunt around his fingers, of toying with the hot little clit that was already swollen and a dark rosy red. He wondered if forever would be long enough to play with her like this.

  “I know you want to come, Meredith.” His voice was tight with his own restrained desire. “But not until I’ve touched and eaten my fill and
driven you so wild you’ll shatter into a million pieces. Not until I say you can, Meredith.” He pinched her clit. “Hold off for me, Meredith. That’s an order. Do not come until I tell you to.”

  His thumbs opened her moist center as wide as possible and he stabbed his tongue deep into her, scooping at the chocolate with the tip. With long, lazy strokes he licked at the confection inside her, reaching to the very bottom of her slick canal. In and out he stroked with his clever tongue, licking and swallowing. Her inner flesh, her outer lips, her clit and the tiny spots on either side of it. And he took his time about it, tasting slowly and thoroughly.

  Connor withdrew his tongue and lifted his head. “Hold your breasts for me, sweetheart. Take them in your palms.” He nodded when she did. “Good. That’s good. Just like that.” His eyes darkened. “Now roll your nipples between your fingers. Pinch them for me. Hard. Come on, Meredith. Oh, yes. Squeeze them until it hurts enough to make you want to come. There. Oh, God, that’s a beautiful sight.”

  Breathing unevenly, Meredith did as he asked.

  Connor felt his cock twitch in response, watching her cup her breasts and hold them out to him like a sumptuous treat. God, he could suck on those plump offerings forever, they were so firm and perfect. He wanted to take her long nipples into his mouth and bite on them until they turned a dusky rose and swelled to bursting, then teased the pebbled flesh with the tip of his tongue.

  He gritted his teeth as he felt his balls tighten and a tingling sensation start at the base of his spine. No. He couldn’t come. Not yet. Not until he’d given this woman pleasure beyond her imagining.

  Connor’s voice had such a ring of command that Meredith automatically did as he asked. But rather than frightening her, it heightened her desire, made her juices flow more and the walls of her pussy quiver. What was happening to her? What had taken over her senses and her mind?

  She could hardly keep her body still. The throbbing in her womb had increased from a tiny pulse to the pounding of a drumbeat, spreading everywhere. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen, her nipples hard and aching.

  When she squeezed her nipples, exerting pressure with her fingers, the pain shot streaks of pure pleasure through her. Connor began to lick the fudge from her clit again, his mouth suckling her swollen bud and she grabbed the blanket with her fists. She had all she could do not to come right then. But she’d hold off, just like he told her to, although her control was slipping fast.

  At the moment she was sure her body would betray her and erupt in a fountain of pleasure, he lifted his head just enough to look at her. “All right, sweetheart. I’m ready to taste your juices mixed with that delicious candy. I want all that sweetness dripping onto my tongue, your plump pussy lips clasping around me. Let it go now, Meredith. Let go.”

  He took her into his mouth again, at the same time sliding two fingers back into her cunt and reaching for her sweet spot. She clenched around him, every muscle in her body tightening at the feel of those long fingers probing her, fucking her. When he bit down lightly on her clit she couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted to. The orgasm roared up from deep inside her, like a beast let loose from a cave. The muscles of her pussy clamped around his fingers, her body shook and she poured into his mouth.

  Every muscle tightened and spasmed, wrenching every bit of response from her. Connor drew out her climax with his very clever mouth and fingers, pushing her up and over a precipice until she was sure she’d fall apart. She was spinning in space, whirling, twisting, her body no longer her own, as the orgasm went on and on and on.

  He was relentless, never taking his hands and his mouth from her cunt and her clit. Whenever the tremors would begin to subside he drove her to the peak again. Finally, when she was trembling from the effort and her body refused to respond one more time, he slid his fingers out, gave her slit one last, long lap with his tongue and lay down beside her, pulling her against him. His large warm hands moved easily over her back, soothing her and calming her. His lips, still coated with candy and her own wetness, pressed kisses to her forehead, her temples, her cheeks. When her breathing had evened out he tilted up her chin and smiled at her.

  “Definitely the best treat I’ve had in a long time.” He smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “Are you doing okay, sweetheart? You came for a long time.”

  She smiled up at him, still shaky but unbelievable sated. “Better than I’ve ever been.”

  He chuckled. “Don’t say that. We’ve just gotten started here.” He touched one finger to the emerald pendant, the gems vibrant as the sun’s rays caught them. “I guess the Egyptians knew what they were talking about.”

  She let out a tremulous breath. “I’d say so.”

  With fluid grace he stood and lifted her in his arms. “All right, then. Time for a swim.”

  Chapter Two

  “Connor, are you crazy? It’s October in Maine. And this is the ocean. We’ll freeze to death.”

  He laughed, a rich, full sound as he strode across the tiny strip of beach, holding her to his chest. “Afraid of a little cold water? I think you need something to cool you off.”

  “No!” she squealed as he stepped into the surf, lowering her to her feet. “Oh! Ouch! Cold! You brute.”

  “Come on, chicken. We need to wash away all that fudge.”

  Still laughing, he tugged at her hand, leading her into water up to her hips. She flinched at the first cold touch but Connor stopped, pulled her against him and lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was like a flame, scorching her, setting every nerve ending to sizzle. He moved his tongue in and out of her mouth in rapid strokes as he’d done with her cunt, mimicking the movement. The chill of the water disappeared as flashes of warmth spread through her.

  “Touch your pendant,” Connor whispered, his lips against her. “Go on. Do it.”

  Meredith raised her hand in slow motion and pressed her fingertips against the emerald pine tree. At once the warmth she felt turned to white hot heat. Even the water swirling around her seemed to rise in temperature. “What?”

  “Better?” he murmured against her mouth.

  She felt his lips turn up in a smile. “Yes. But how—”

  “Ssh. I told you. The emeralds have secret powers. Stand still and let me wash you.”

  He knelt in the water that now slapped at his shoulders, nudged her legs apart and ran his fingers lazily the length of her slit and back again. She shuddered as, unbelievably, her pussy responded, muscles she could have sworn were exhausted begin to flutter again, His lean index fingers moved up the insides of her labia until the reached her clit, then peeled back the tiny hood covering it and sucked on the unprotected bud.

  Meredith’s body jolted, every nerve ending sizzling in response. Her legs were shaking so badly she had to dig her fingernails into Connor’s shoulders to keep her balance. But as soon as she took her hand away from the pendant she felt the icy kiss of the ocean again and goose bumps rose on her skin. Somehow she managed to grab the emerald jewel again and still hold onto Connor with one hand, anchoring herself. Even immersed in the water she could feel her pussy juices flooding again and the muscles quaking. When he slid two fingers inside her vagina and began lightly scraping the walls with his fingernails, her body began to spasm and shockingly another orgasm rolled over her.

  Connor wrapped one arm around her thighs to steady her as the tremors overtook her, holding her close so she didn’t slip down in the water. He pressed his lips to the soft flesh of her belly and held her like that until the aftershocks subsided.

  “I told you the emeralds were magical,” he reminded her. His voice was thick with passion. “I’ll be you’ve never been finger-fucked in the ocean before and brought to climax. Am I right, sweetheart?”

  She nodded, barely able to speak, still shocked at what was happening to her.

  He moved his hands to separate the cheeks of her ass and ran a fingertip up and down the cleft. “Has anyone ever penetrated you here, Meredith?”

  She shivered
and not from any feeling of cold.

  “Well?” he asked again, rimming the opening to her rectum. “Have they?”

  “N-No. No one.” There hadn’t been anyone who’d tempted her enough to allow that particular act. But now the thought of Connor taking her ass heated her blood and sped up her pulse.

  The pad of one finger pressed against the tiny puckered rosette of her anus, pushing gently, chafing across the sensitive skin. Incredibly she felt her cunt come to life again and throb with a need she was sure had been already well-satisfied.

  “Count on this, then, beautiful lady. I’m going to be the one.” She heard the desire in his voice and the anticipation. “I’ll be the one to have that pleasure of fucking that delicious virgin ass. First with my fingers, then with my cock.” He pressed his fingertip more firmly against her. “Would you like that, sweet thing?”