by Desiree Holt
Meredith automatically pushed back against him, unexpectedly wanting that penetration, a dark thrill running through her. Forbidden images were spinning through her mind and she felt a sense of loss when Connor moved his hands to the front again, separated her labia and bathed her cunt once more.
When he rose from the water she could see his magnificent penis jutting from his groin, the broad head now a dark purple, the veins running beneath the skin thick and ropy. For a moment the thought of taking that large cock in her tight ass made her anxious. But then she forgot to worry about anything as Connor bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, stroking her clit at the same time. One strong arm supported her tightly awhile his legs wedged her thighs further apart.
Meredith threaded her fingers through his hair, clutching his head tightly, the feel of his tongue and teeth on her engorged nipples driving her wild. The more he suckled her breast, the more he played with her clit, the more unbelievably hot she got. And she didn’t need the emeralds to do it this time. She wanted him inside her. And now.
“Fuck me,” she cried, wondering in some faint corner of her mind at her boldness. “Please, Connor. Do it now.”
Connor raised his head. “My pleasure.”
He swept her up in his arms, strode out of the water and lay down on the blanket with her. Ignoring the fact they were both dripping wet, he moved briefly to reach for his jeans, pulled out his wallet and extracted a foil packet.
“Put this on me,” he told her, handing her the condom.
His eyes never left her as she rolled the latex onto his cock. Then, pulling her legs over his shoulders to widen his access to her, he took his shaft in one hand and guided himself to the opening of her slick entrance.
“Pinch your nipples again,” he told her in a taut voice. “Just like you did before. And when I tell you to, squeeze them as hard as you can.”
Meredith obediently took her nipples and tightened her fingertips around them. Instantly jolts of sensation shot straight to her pussy.
“Good girl,” he rasped, as he thrust inside her. “Look at me while I fuck you, Meredith. Don’t take your eyes off me.”
She couldn’t if she tried. His eyes held her as if they were magnets and she was steel.
The blunt head of his cock pressed against her opening, pushing against the now-resilient flesh. Already her cream was running again, easing the way for him. Inch by slow inch he eased himself inside her, his eyes locked on hers. At last he was in all the way, the muscles of her pussy gripping him like a tight, wet fist, squeezing him hard.
His breath hissed through his teeth and his body tensed.
Meredith lifted her hips, urging him to move.
“Oh, I’ll fuck you all right, sweetheart,” he rasped. “I’m just enjoying this too much to move for a minute.”
His whiskey-colored eyes darkened to the color of aged cognac, golden lights dancing in the irises and his face was taut with passion. He braced himself over her on his arms, hands bracketing her head.
Meredith wrapped her legs around him, locked her heels and pulled him tight against her body, pressing him into her even deeper. As large as his penis was, she couldn’t seem to get enough of him.
“Please,” she begged.
“All right,” he whispered. “I’ll give you what you want.”
He began to move in slow, powerful strokes, pulling all the way out, then thrusting back into her. Each time she felt the broad head push against the mouth of her womb, setting off sparks that lit her nerve endings. Everything around her ceased to exist—the beach, the ocean, the gulls wheeling overhead, the hot sun blazing down on them. Nothing existed but this man filling her pussy, fucking her with a rhythm that drove her out of her mind.
Connor had to grit his teeth to hold on to his control. The feel of that delicious cunt around d his penis was making him ache with the need for release. Not yet, he told himself. He wanted the caress of those plump pussy lips as he moved his cock in and out of her grasping channel. As large as he was he knew he’d needed to ready her to take him with those other orgasms. As it was she was stretched tight around him, the tender tissues a dark pink, the labia swollen and tempting.
More, he told himself. I want more. The next time he pulled back he balanced himself to grab her thighs and brace her legs on his shoulders.
“Open your cunt wider for me,” he ordered. “Let me see that gorgeous pink flesh.”
Meredith reached her hands down and spread her labia, eyes still fastened to his. He saw fire dancing in the deep green of her eyes and knew she was as turned on as he was by this. She was so responsive. So fucking receptive to everything he did.
His stomach knotted as the thought whisked through his brain. This is far more than just sex. He tried to shove it away before it could fully form. That wasn’t what he wanted. He’d seen this woman, wanted to fuck her, to have inexhaustible, erotic sex with her and that was it. He’d learned the hard way he didn’t do relationships well.
But Fate was apparently playing a trick on him, because something more complex was building here and it terrified him. The emerald had been an impulse, a way to seduce her. But what if there really was something to those old legends? What if the whole thing was backfiring on him?
If he had an ounce of common sense he’d take Meredith back to her car and drive off into the sunset, doing his best to forget what happened here today. But a maelstrom of emotions was crashing down around him and he couldn’t shake himself loose.
His eyes focused again on the woman beneath him, her pussy clutching at his shaft in greedy hunger. He caught his breath at the sight of his fat cock stretching that tiny, tempting opening to its limits.
“God.” He was mesmerized by the sight. His breathing was uneven. “Now touch yourself. Take your finger and rub it back and forth over your clit. And pretend it’s me. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes.” The word came out on a whisper of breath.
She moved her finger across her swollen nub and moaned, an excited sound bubbling up from her throat that made his cock throb and his balls ache. Her little cries were seductive music to his ears. He resumed his in and out strokes, slightly increasing the tempo, never taking his eyes away from his cock pulling at her swollen cunt. “Does that feel good, Meredith? Do you like masturbating in front of me? Does it turn you on to have me watch you?”
She nodded, her finger moving faster.
“Tell me. Say the words.”
“Yes, it does. Oh God, Connor. Fuck me harder.”
“I always aim to please the lady,” he ground out and began to thrust harder and faster.
The more he increased his tempo, the faster she moved her finger. His cock slammed into her again and again, his testicles slapping against her elevated ass. She felt him tense and knew his climax was near, as was hers.
“Now, Meredith,” he commanded. “Pinch you clit hard and come for me.”
Oh, God.
She pinched as hard as she could. Connor’s shaft pulsed inside her as her pussy spasmed and her entire body clenched. Again she felt outside herself, twisting in blackness with bright colors exploding around her. Every nerve in her body fired, setting her skin on fire. She was devoured, consumed, her essence pouring from her in a copious flow. As intense as the previous orgasm had been, this one racked her even more.
Her heart hammered against her ribs so hard she thought they might break and she couldn’t catch her breath. There was nothing except that thick cock impossibly filling her, stretching her, pounding inside her. And Connor’s big body looming over her, every muscle straining with his cataclysmic release.
At last she settled back to earth, heaving and panting, sure she’d splintered into a million pieces. The breeze from the ocean felt good against her overheated skin. With infinite care and gentleness Connor eased her legs down and lowered them to the blanket. He eased himself out of her, leaving an unexpected emptiness and a tiny cry of protest burst from her lips. But then he rolled to t
he side, taking her with him and wrapping her in his arms. She burrowed close to that rock-hard chest, feeling its solidness against her and the flex of muscles in his arms as he tightened them around her.
“Connor,” she sighed, unable to form another word.
He kissed the top of her head. “You are a treasure, sweetheart. A gem in your own right.”
“A very worn-out gem right now.” She smiled. “But very content.”
He ran his fingertips lightly over her arm and she shivered. “Cold?”
“No. Not at all.” She smiled against his chest. “I think the emeralds really do keep me warm.”
“I think they must transfer heat to me too.” He moved his hand between them to touch the pendant. “You know, gemstones are the flowers of the mineral kingdom and emeralds are one of the stones named for a color of the rainbow. For thousands of years, when they were pulled from Cleopatra’s Mine in Egypt, legends of all kinds were attached to them.”
“Oh?” She wriggled until she could move her head enough to look up at him. “What kinds of legends?”
“Most of them had to do with sexual prowess.” He grinned down at her. “You think they were talking about me?”
Meredith laughed. “I don’t know. Are you two thousand years old?”
“Right now I feel like it.” He rested his chin on the top of her head. “But no, I was thinking about the sexual prowess part.”
“Unless this pendant has infused you with special properties, I’d say you’re doing just fine on your own.”
He tipped her face up and kissed her, his lips a caress against hers. “But who knows. Maybe the emerald is touching both of us.”
“It’s certainly affecting me. I can’t ever remember being this turned on or this wild with anyone. Ever.”
Connor hugged her to him. “And there’s more to come, sweet thing. Much more to come.”
* * * * *
They swam in the ocean, languid in the water’s buoyancy and warmed by the invisible aura that emanated from the emeralds. They floated on the crest of the waves, fingertips touching.
“It’s hard to believe a gem could do all of this,” Meredith commented lazily, eyes closed, letting the water carry her on its surface.
“There are a lot of myths that say emeralds can do anything,” Connor replied. “They have mystical, magical powers. They were prized as gifts to royalty and Cleopatra favored them over all other gemstones.” He chuckled. “I’ve heard people who possess them can perform the most amazing feats of sexual dexterity and endurance.”
“I’d have to say,” she told him, “I think we’ve proven that point.”
Connor squeezed her fingers. “But remember, I said we’ve barely scratched the surface. If we were back at my home there would be no limit to the things we could do together.”
“Where is your home?” she asked. “You’ve told me almost nothing about yourself.
They had drifted toward shore. Now Connor stood, his feet touching bottom and lifted Meredith upright with him. “Wouldn’t you rather I’d be a man of mystery?”
She tugged at her lower lip with her teeth. “I don’t know. Where will you go when today is over? Does this mean we’ll never see each other again?”
He touched his forehead to hers. “We haven’t finished seeing each other yet. Have we?”
“I don’t know.” Her breath caught at her throat. What else could he have planned? “Have we?”
“I have so many things I want to do to you, sweet thing. And with you. I wonder if forever would be long enough.”
Her breath caught at his words and she deliberately tamped them down. That kind of thinking was dangerous. She needed to focus just on today.
He lifted her in his arms as he had before and carried her to the blanket. When he looked at her his eyes were hot. “You have no idea how it would turn me on to see you finger yourself. Not just when we’re fucking but by yourself, so I can see everything.”
“Would it?”
He brushed his lips across her forehead. “I’ll bet you do it when you’re alone, don’t you.” When she didn’t answer him he tipped her chin up and captured her eyes. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, sweet thing. And it’s very sexy to watch.”
Her heart began to hammer again. She tried to say something but her mouth wouldn’t move. The idea made her feel uncomfortable yet at the same time the idea turned her on so much she could feel her arousal already dripping from her cunt.
“Watching you slide those fingers over your clit and rub that luscious pink skin and bring yourself to orgasm would be one of the most incredible things to see.” He rolled over until he was almost on top of her and cupped her face with his hands. “Would you do it, sweetheart? For me? Bring yourself to climax and let me watch every bit of it.”
“Connor, I—”
“If you do, I promise you a real treat.” He refused to let her look away, holding her face turned toward him.
Her breath hitched. “But we’ve already used up all the fudge.”
“We won’t need it,” he told her and bent his head to capture her mouth.
His lips were warm against hers, his tongue like the flame of a candle as he licked the seam of her lips and probed into the warmth of her mouth. His tongue swept against the roof of her mouth and licked the insides of her cheeks. She met his tongue with her own, thrusting it into his mouth to seek his taste and swallow his flavor. His body was warm against hers and his cock, hard and fully erect again, prodded at her belly with its wet tip. He kissed her until her bones felt as if they’d melted and she’d dissolved into a puddle.
“All right,” she gasped, when he finally lifted his head. “I’ll do it.”
This was more new territory for her. Playing with herself while he was fucking her was one thing. But now his whole focus would be on what she was doing. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her hands resting lightly on her abdomen.
“I want you like this,” he told her, bending her legs and placing her feet flat on the blanket, wide apart. Then he lay down full length with his head between her thighs, his eyes fastened on her cunt. “I want you to listen to me, sweet thing. Follow what I tell you to do. Are you okay with that?”
“A-All right.” Trepidation was fast vanishing as the entire concept of what she was about to do heated her desire and made her tingle everywhere.
Connor touched her vaginal opening with one fingertip. “Wet already. I love it. You know, I’d have to say the emeralds are more than doing their job.”
Something was, she thought, if she was this wet again so soon.
“Pull the lips of your cunt apart,” he told her, “and let me see inside you. Yes, that’s it. Oh, God, what a luscious pussy.” He dragged his finger through the cream seeping from her, then put it to his lips, licking it clean. “Delicious too.”
Meredith watched him, waiting for him to speak again.
“All right, Meredith.” His voice was like a warm embrace sliding over her. Reassuring her. “I’m going to put my fingers on your pussy lips so your hands are free. I want this gorgeous vagina wide open the entire time. Now. Put your fingers on either side of your clit and push down so that little button pops free from its hiding place.”
Meredith felt tremors already building in her just from his words. She did as he asked, feeling the touch of cool air as she freed her aching nub from the hood protecting it.”
“Good, sweet thing. Very good. Now drag your fingernail across it. Not too hard.”
She did as he asked and at once the tremors increased and more liquid gushed from her. One more touch like that and she’d come without further urging.
“Now slide two fingers down and into your pussy. Let me see you fuck yourself.”
Meredith didn’t even need to wet them with her saliva, she was already so juicy. Her fingers easily slid inside her dripping sheath and she began moving them back and forth.
“Oh, sweetheart, I am so hard just watching you I’m in pain
.” Connor’s voice was taut with passion. “Keep doing that. Don’t stop, no matter what.”
He moved one hand to slip a lean finger into her cunt along with her own. The feeling of their fingers joined inside her was so erotic a minor orgasm shuddered through her.
“You like that do you?“ His voice with thick with lust. “You’ll like this even better. Move those cum-soaked fingers for me, sweet thing, and hold yourself open.”
Obediently Meredith did as he asked, glad he was making decision for her because she was fast losing the ability to make any for himself.
He moved his hands away from her pussy, slid one lean, strong finger along the ultra-sensitive skin between her cunt and her ass and pressed the wet finger against her anus. “Take a deep breath, Meredith and whatever you do, don’t stop finger-fucking yourself. Keep pumping those fingers in and out of that slick sheath.”
