Oceans Apart 2

by Amanda Heartley

“Oh really?” I channeled my inner Kari and let my voice take on a flirty quality. “How would we be touching? You mean, laying together and cuddling?”

  Tristan chuckled. “Cuddling, yes, but not until we were both blown away from fucking over and over again; not until the only word you could remember was my name. I’d kiss you everywhere, not letting any part of your body remain unclaimed. I’d touch you, you’d feel my fingers caressing your lady parts, making you cry out with the most exquisite pleasure imaginable.”

  “Hnnng…” I had no response other than a strangled moan and I swore I could already feel his hands on my body. The thought of him kissing and touching me had my mind racing.

  He kept talking in that sexy voice of his. “You’re imagining it, aren’t you baby? My fingers caressing your skin until you don’t know where I end and you begin. Our sweat-slicked bodies sliding back and forth against each another.”

  “Oh my God, Tristan, I want that. I wanna feel you against me. I want to feel your… your cock against me, pushing in deep until I can feel it in the back of my throat,” I gasped, imagining what it would feel like having him over and inside me, our lips meeting in frantic kisses as we pushed forward headlong into our climax.

  My hands had abandoned my Kindle in favor of running them up and down my body, nipples perking up into hard points with each pass of my fingertips. My breath was coming out in shallow pants; I could hear Tristan’s breathing sounding just as wrecked as mine then I heard the sound of rustling cloth.

  “What are you doing? Are you touching yourself, thinking of me?” My voice sounded breathless as I shifted slightly to rearrange my clothing so it was easier to caress myself. I wondered if there would ever be a time when Tristan was actually touching me, rather than me having to use my imagination.

  “Yeah honey, touching my cock thinking about how much better it would be if it were your hands wrapped around me.” His breathing intensified. “Baby, would you stroke me hard? Take control and demand I cum for you? Or would you be shy and sweet with soft, tentative strokes? Tease me until I lose control and cum all over your beautiful body?”

  He was so good at talking dirty. My panties were soaking wet and all I wanted at that moment was Tristan in bed with me doing everything he said. Maybe Kari was right and he was just waiting for me to make a move. Maybe he was worried I was traumatized or something after the whole Brad stalker situation. All I knew was that I had a smoking hot Brit panting into my ear and describing the filthy, nasty things he wanted to do to me and I had no idea what I was waiting for.

  “Come over.” For a moment, all I heard was Tristan breathing and I worried that I’d scared him until I heard rustling of clothes over the line. When I heard the sound of water running, I smiled to myself.

  “I’ll have to call the car, but I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Be ready for me, baby. I am going to fuck you until you can’t walk. Then I’m going to hold you in my arms and fuck you again. And after that —” The last part was practically growled at me and my body jerked with want. I think I’d discovered a kink for dirty talk and growling.

  “I’ll be waiting for you,” I whispered and decided to take it a step further by using Kari’s legendary flirting skills. “I’m so wet for you, Tristan. I bet you could just slip inside me before you even take your clothes off.” I slid one hand over the soft skin of my stomach, lightly twirling my fingers through the sparse hair above my pussy, letting the warmth bleed into my fingertips. The first touch on my lips, and a small gasp escaped from my mouth. I could hear Tristan let out a quiet curse in response.

  “Oh fuck, you sound so hot. You touching yourself, baby? Running your fingers up and down that wet pussy?” I could hear Tristan’s breathing picking up and a thrill ran through me that I was the one who reduced him to that. I, the slightly overweight and at times, horrifyingly insecure Ginny Peterson managed to reduce hot, sexy, English, Tristan Armstrong to grunts, growls and curses. I felt so fucking powerful and that made my pussy even wetter.

  “Ginny baby, I have to hang up okay? But I’m coming, I’ll be there as soon as possible, so don’t you fucking cum until I arrive. Your orgasm is mine, Gin, you hear me? It’s mine Now, wait for me, I’ll be there soon.” With that last whispered command, the line went dead and I lay there, stuck between chasing my orgasm and doing exactly what he wanted.

  I must have floated along in my own little world for longer than I’d thought, because the next thing I knew, I heard the doorbell ring, muffled voices, then my bedroom door flew wide open. I sat up quickly to cover myself, only to let out a sigh of relief when I saw it was my hunk, Tristan, standing in the doorway, hair sticking up wildly and eyes focused like lasers on my body. His shoulders rose and fell quickly as if he had run here all the way from his hotel.

  “Hi, baby. How’d you get here so fast? Did you run?” My questions came out quiet and breathless as he walked into the room, firmly closing the door behind him and locking it in one smooth movement. Trapped in here with this gorgeous British hunk, I felt the anticipation rise.

  “I threatened the chauffeur with deportation if my erection wilted before I got here,” Tristan replied. He stood beside the bed, his eyes glowing with lustful intensity. His hand reached out and curled itself into my long hair, pulling my head back until my neck arched slightly. He bent down, planting his soft, warm lips on the sensitive skin under my ear, his teeth nipping lightly. I had a feeling I’d either need to invest in some turtlenecks or wear my hair down all week to cover up the marks he was about to leave on my skin.

  “That wasn’t very nice of you,” I mused playfully. I stood up in front of him, placing my hands on his narrow hips and pulling him towards me as I looked up into his face. “That’s blatant blackmail and a betrayal of an employee’s trust.” Tristan rolled his eyes as his other hand slid down my body and over my hip to cup the swell of my round ass. I moaned at the heat seeping into my body as his hand began to knead my rump softly, yet firmly.

  “Do you really want to cite me for infractions or would you rather sit on my cock and ride me?” he smiled, his eyes twinkling.

  “Jesus,” I pushed my head back into his large meaty hand, my eyes closed tight, my lust for him growing by the second. We’d already talked about this moment so many times, but now we were actually here, together, in the flesh. The newness and excitement was both terrifying and thrilling in its intensity. Our previous Skype sex and virtual making out was an amazing prelude to this moment, because it was obvious we were both ready for the main course. Separately, things felt great, but I knew together it would be mind-blowing, and I wanted that all day every day. And yet…

  …it felt a bit awkward. The dirty talk was hot for sure, but now we were finally together, bodies moving and thrusting against one another, I was a little uncomfortable with nerves. What if I wasn’t as good as he expected? Or what if now that we were actually touching each other, he was disgusted by my extra weight? He didn’t look disgusted, but I started to feel uneasy. I wanted to hide under the covers and turn off all the lights so he could only touch and not see. Then I remembered, he’d seen me on Skype. He knew what I looked like. And tonight…he’d know what I felt like.

  “Stop thinking so much, baby,” he breathed into my ear, sending spikes of electricity up and down my body.

  “I don’t—”

  “It’s okay,” Tristan protested, using his hands to guide me back down to the bed. My head was right at the level of his crotch and I could see his slacks bulging slightly from his huge cock. My hands trembled as I brought them up to his waist, slowly moving inward until I reached the button of his pants. “Are you ready for this?” Looking up, I could see he was being sincere, his eyes full of lust… for me.

  I nodded my head and bit my lip. “Oh fuck yes... I’ve wanted to suck your cock since the first day I laid eyes on you. I don’t think you realize how fucking hot you are,” I replied, briefly glancing up through my lashes before unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down his legs. His
boxer briefs were straining towards me and my confidence grew at the thought that I turned him on so much. I mustered up the courage to hook my fingers in the band of his boxers and slide them down until I was face to face with his beautiful cock. It was so much better in person than on Skype.

  The head was already glistening wet with his precum. He let out a small whimper when my tongue teased the tip, tasting his salty-sweetness. The shaft curved up very slightly and I knew without doubt, he would feel so fucking amazing inside me. The shaft was soft as silk wrapped around heated steel. I leaned in to lick it again.

  “Fuck Gin, you’re killing me looking like that. So sweet and innocent while you lick my cock,” Tristan groaned. His breathless voice made my pussy clench as I turned my eyes onto my prize. I stuck my tongue out again and flicked lightly over the slick head, teasing it, just before I sucked him into my mouth.

  It wasn’t as if I had never sucked a cock before, but this was different. It was Tristan. The hottest man I had ever laid eyes on and I had to be good. Surprisingly, I felt like I was enjoying it more than he was. Opening my mouth wider, I slid my lips down a few more inches, and brought my hand up to grasp and squeeze the portion I couldn’t fit in my mouth. He groaned above me, his hips twitching as if he wanted to thrust into the soft, wet heat of my mouth. The groan that slipped out of me was damn near obscene and I shivered as Tristan’s breathing increased to a harsh rhythm.

  “Ahhh, baby, you keep that up and things are going to finish much sooner than I —fuck!” Tristan’s body tensed as my teeth accidentally scraped on his shaft, the head suddenly twitched and that was all the warning I got before his hot cum spilled into my open mouth. The force of his stream made me cough slightly as his cum hit the back of my throat before I was ready. I pulled back and the rest flew all over my cheek, in my hair and my outstretched hand.

  “Oh fuck, that wasn’t—” he panted, pulling off his shirt to wipe at the splatters of cum on my cheek. “Geezus! That was not supposed to happen that fast. That — your teeth— oh God I’m sorry.”

  Chapter 5 — Tristan

  ‘Shit!’ That’s all I could think as I frantically wiped my sticky spunk off Ginny’s face. What the fuck is wrong with me? Finally, we have time to ourselves and we are physically together and I cum like a fucking teenager having his cock touched for the first fucking time.

  Ginny angled her head back up and looked at me with a slight smile on her face. “Tristan, it’s okay.”

  “No, no, no, that was definitely not okay. That was…fucking embarrassing,” I replied sinking down onto her bed with my head in my hands. The feeling of her scooting closer and leaning against me slightly wasn’t anywhere near as comforting as I think she meant it to be, but I made a conscious effort to relax my body regardless of the fucking humiliation.

  “I…” she started, her face once again red with embarrassment, “…the fact that I made you…you know, cum — so, uh… fast, actually makes me feel really sexy. Like, powerful. No one has ever wanted me that bad, you know…sexually? I hope that doesn’t make me a horrible person.”

  Despite the way the evening turned out, I had to laugh it off. “No, you’re not horrible, but you are sexy. I’m sorry. I feel like a fucking schoolboy looking at his dad’s nudie magazines for the first time. That was not supposed to happen.” I exhaled. Embarrassed, limp and questioning my manhood. “Come out with me tomorrow.”

  Ginny looked surprised but pleased. “You know, it’s our first time in real life. Did you expect it to be perfect? I mean…we’re both nervous. Don’t even worry about it. Seriously. And yes, I’d love go out with you tomorrow.”

  “Well then it’s a date. I know after tonight I have to make it up to you.” I wrapped an arm around Ginny’s smooth waist and pulled her closer to me. I loved the feel of her in my arms and still had plans to make her moan my name in exquisite pleasure. Now that I had a little taste of what she had to offer in the bedroom, I wanted everything.

  “Well,” she paused, weighing her thoughts.

  “Seriously. Get dressed up tomorrow evening, I’ll send the limo to pick you up at eight and we’ll…what’s that expression…paint the town blue?”

  Ginny giggled, her eyes alight with pleasure. “Paint the town red, goof ball. We’ll paint the town red. But I think it’ll be tough to beat the spread I had going the other night.”

  Her sass made me laugh. “True. The food you cooked was amazing, Chef Ginny, but we’ll have to see what I can do to wow you.”

  I leaned into her; I’d never get tired of kissing her, the softness of her lips and warmth of her sweet breath as she opened to me. I loved watching the way her eyes fluttered closed, and hearing her moan as our lips touched. My tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting her deliciousness. She slid her hands across my chest and I shuddered as they slipped over my nipples and my shoulders before pulling me hard against her. Her body trembled and it made me feel powerful, made me want to do more, to give her more pleasure than she’d ever thought possible.

  I pushed forward, cradling the back of her head until we were spread out across her bed; my body held up above hers as I balanced on my elbows. My kisses grew hungry and I ached to consume all of her, cursing my lack of control earlier as my cock could do little more than twitch in sympathy. I fell between the vee of her legs, nestling my body there. It was agonizing, knowing I couldn’t bury myself into her warmth right away. I wanted to please her and give her a preview of how well this Englishman could rock her fucking world.

  Shifting my weight, I began my descent downward. With my tongue trailing over her silky skin, I stopped at the dip in her throat, savoring the light sheen of sweat that was beginning to form there. I felt her body shiver as she gasped in pleasure, breaking the silence of the room. The shirt she wore left nothing to my imagination and I could feel her nipples harden through the flimsy material. I used one thumb to roll the tiny nub through her shirt while bending down to flick the other with my tongue. I delighted in the soft moan that floated down to me as I suckled her, wetting the material until I raised it over her breasts as I gave its twin the same loving treatment while I gripped the material of Ginny’s knickers, slowly tugging them down.

  The room was warm and the scent of Ginny’s wet pussy made my mouth water. The way her legs fell open for me made me lose control. I wanted to give her pleasure so badly and without even thinking, I buried my face between her thighs, licking and sucking her pussy. My hands gripped behind her knees lifting and spreading, baring her all to my hungry gaze and I knew I wouldn’t stop until I’d wrecked her for anyone else. Not just wrecked, totally fucking damaged.

  “I want to taste you, baby,” I growled, surprised by the feral tone of my voice. I swore I could see her body pulse out more of her sweet honey, teasing me. I leaned further down, my tongue wasting no time before reaching out and catching some of her sweet nectar, the taste exploded on my tongue and made me groan with pure lust and desire for her. “Fuck baby, I could eat you all night.”

  “Tristan.” Ginny’s voice ended on a high squeak as my lips connected to her sex once again, my tongue driving hard into the center of her folds without hesitation. I could feel the walls of her channel pulse with each lick. Fresh slickness covered my tongue and the moans coming from Ginny increased with each suck and flick. My face was happily soaked with her wet, sticky juice and her womanly scent filled my nostrils.

  I glanced up at her, watching her heaving chest, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took. Her hands fisted my hair, holding my head right where she wanted me to be. There was something so sexy about being manhandled by your woman to bring her to orgasm and as Ginny’s body locked up, she balled her fists tighter in my hair, trying to pull me in closer as her mouth opened wide and with a shout, she tumbled headfirst into her release. I thought she’d more than likely be sensitive, but rather than back off, I redoubled my efforts to make her feel alive with so much pleasure. I could feel the moment she came with my tongue still inside
her, gently licking her folds.

  “Tristan —Oh God!” Her voice was high and breathless, hands spasming as she continued to clutch at my hair, pulling my face hard against her wetness. Her hips were trembling as if she wasn’t sure if she wanted to move toward or away from the pleasure. I took the choice away from her as I gripped her thighs tightly pulling them even further apart as my tongue surged inside of her sweltering pussy. The sound of it dipping and flicking was such a turn on, until all I could think was more, and deeper.

  “Oh please, oh fuck!” The litany of words tumbling from Ginny’s mouth suddenly stopped and her body arched up sharply. I wasn’t sure how long she stayed in that position, or when she would come back down. All I knew was the taste of her sweetness, the warmth of her pussy sliding across my tongue until I swore I was drunk from it. When her body finally came back down to the bed, I pulled back my face, surely glistening with the fruits of my labor and licked my lips, chasing the taste of her.

  “Gin, you’re fucking amazing. I could eat you every day and I’d be the happiest man on the planet.” My voice sounded as wrecked as I felt. I untangled her fingers from my hair and crawled up her still quivering body, until I could capture her lips with mine, sharing the taste of her with my mouth. It was a lingering kiss, soft and simple, no teeth or tongues, but it was one of the best kisses I’d ever had.

  Ginny raised her arms to loosely circle my neck and we laid there breathing together, eyes closed and basking in our closeness. After what seemed to be only a few minutes, I realized she’d fallen asleep so I carefully untangled myself without waking her. I stood up slowly and spread the blanket over her before stopping to take in my fill of her beauty. She slept like an angel. The outline of her curvy hips under the cover was calling my name. I hated that I had to go to work so early. If I didn’t, I would’ve crawled up in that huge bed and spooned her until she woke. I blew her a kiss, whispering, “Good night, angel,” and quietly walked out.