The Midnight Rose

by April Vine

  He was stunned. Normally he was an ace when it came to perception, his senses always on super alert, but they had been drinking hard, glad for the chance not to be vigilant. In his subconscious he had felt Leah's presence, but in his mind he couldn't be sure.

  "Shit,” he said softly. “Leah...” Damn he was sure he was up to his balls in the woman's ass, but more vividly that it was no great place to be. He swore again, quietly, as Leah came to him and pressed her body to his.

  "Ryan,” she breathed against his mouth, her little tongue running across his lips, making him grunt involuntarily. She pressed her palm to his cock and he shuddered. When she began to stroke his jeans-covered arousal, he gripped her wrist and took her hand away.

  "Leah, you don't know what you're doing. I'm going to leave—” He turned again.

  "No, you're not,” Leah said fiercely. “Ryan Redford, you owe me for ruining my entire sexual existence. It's payback. And you know what they say about payback, don't you? I have tried so hard with other men, but what I saw you doing with Sonia has haunted my dreams for eight years. I refuse to be a virgin anymore, Ryan. That's the bottom line.” She was still talking to his back. “And it ends here, with you or without you, because I can get anyone in here to do the job if you don't want to. Turn around and look at me, Ryan, and then tell me you don't want me."

  Didn't want her? Was she crazy? He wanted her hard, long, everywhere. He wanted her to swallow the thick stream of cum that his cock would give off when she sucked him. He wanted to suck her pussy until her own cum streamed down his chin. He wanted to fuck her until even she didn't know where she ended and he started. And he wanted to fuck that tight ass of hers until she cried in pleasure.

  But she was Leah Jenkins. She was sweet, innocent, spring and summer. She needed someone gentle, someone inhibited and someone who wouldn't taint her delicate sensibilities or bruise her lovely skin. Someone Bill would approve of. Someone who was anybody—but him.

  "Leah,” he said.

  Turning around, meaning to let her down gently—sweet, innocent, summer and spring. Gone. She was a blazing hot, forbidden Goddess in all her exposed loveliness.

  Her dress was pooled on the floor next to her, and slowly his eyes grazed over her. The further up her body he got, the larger his cock grew.

  "Ah, fuck, Leah,” he said running a hand through his hair.

  "Ryan, please want me,” she begged, her glistening, tear-stained cheeks a testament to her resolve.

  "Leah, I'll hurt you, baby, and you don't deserve that.” If he gave in to himself and took her, they would both know Bill's wrath. He was a big boy, he could handle it, but Bill wouldn't spare Leah. And he'd be damned if he was going to be the cause of her distress. Better this than that.

  "It's okay. I can handle anything you give me, just give it to me, Ryan, please..."

  "God, you're so beautiful, like rose petals all soft and fragrant, untouchable because you're so pure.” He ran his hands through his hair again. “And you're just so fuckable. Dammit, if I touch you, I'll taint you, Leah."

  "I want you, Ryan,” she said, spreading apart her legs.

  Ryan convulsed. Her pink pussy lips glistened damp and pink.

  "I want you to fuck me, Ryan..."

  Scare tactics. Maybe that would work. He was a super secret agent and disinformation was his thing. In a flash he was at her, felt a deep satisfaction when she jumped. “You want me to fuck you?"

  She stood her ground, legs apart. “Yes."

  "I don't think you could handle it if I were to fuck you, Leah. And do you know why?"

  "No, Ryan, why?” she asked softly.

  "Because I would fuck you so hard you would scream for me to stop—"

  "No, I'd scream for more,” she said blatantly.

  He inhaled sharply. “You think you'd scream for more? You think you'd scream for more when I prop open your mouth with my giant cock and fuck those sweet lips of yours so hard you won't be able close your mouth for a week? You think you'd scream for more when I suck out all your pussy juices while I stick my fist up into you? When I ground you into the floor with my cock until you can't breathe, can't move? Until you feel as if I've suffocated you because your pussy is so fucking tight? You think you'd scream for more then?” He expected to see her register his threats, watch her eyes grow wide as one by one his threats sank in and cataloged and soon she would be begging him to leave.

  "Yes,” she said, looking him straight in the eye.

  "Yeah?” he asked mockingly, though completely thrown. Had she even heard what he said?

  "Yeah,” she shot back.

  "And when I plug that tightly-closed asshole of yours, Leah, with my cock, going right in—hard, fast and deep, and then fucking it while you're on your hands and knees, and you wouldn't be able to sit for a month, would you scream for more?” That should definitely have her throwing him out of her house. And a good decision that would be, too.

  "My panties are called The Midnight Rose, Ryan. Do you want to know what The Midnight Rose means?"

  He sighed, feeling the first stirrings of defeat. “Tell me anyway."

  "It means I want your hot cock to fuck me everywhere it can."

  "Fucking hell,” he exploded and grabbed her hand, dragging her to her bedroom. He slammed her against a wall, ground his body into hers. He meant to scare the living hell out of her, dammit. “You want me to do all those things to you?"

  "Yes,” she said confidently.

  "All right. But you know what's the first thing I'm going to do?"

  "Tell me anyway,” she said cheekily.

  "The first thing I'm going to do is fuck that virginity out of you,” he rasped. That would definitely make her change her mind. Surely she should have felt some fear. She had never done this before. It could be frightening. He was, had been, trying to frighten her into asking him to leave, using every uncensored, dirty word he knew. Instead she met each of his threats with class and sauce and eagerness and trust.

  "If you think that's what needs to happen."

  "I said that because I want you to change your mind,” he said harshly, squeezing her arms.

  "Don't make promises you won't keep, Ryan."

  "Ah, Leah.” Conquered, completely and totally defeated, he looked deep into her hazel eyes and found her soul pure and pristine. And yet she wanted him, she really truly wanted him to fuck her. There was no confusion, not even the slightest, or he would have taken it and manipulated her with it until he got what he wanted. But in her untainted eyes and heart and, God help him, her body, she wanted him. Even he knew when a battle was going the wrong way. Then you had to join the enemy and work from the inside. The thing was, working from inside Leah's body, he'd never go back again—to anything, or anyone.

  So be it.

  He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, then took to discarding his own clothes. Spotting a bowl of condoms, he immediately rolled one onto his distended cock. “Open your legs then, baby. I want to see how ready you are for me."

  And when she did, he groaned. Her silky pussy was wet, dripping and hot. It had a string going down the slit, her lips on either side, her clit hidden. Ryan dropped down to his knees to worship her.

  He kissed her ankles as he removed her shoes, her knees as he massaged her calves. He dropped wet kisses on her thighs, up one and down the other and expertly avoided her pussy, even though the heat from it leaped at him like raw flames. Then he unfastened the leather bows on her hips, and unraveled the wet string from her center. It was like opening the best present in the world.

  There would be no going back after this. Once he took her pussy into his mouth, nothing would be the same, would feel the same, would taste the same.

  And he was ready.

  "You have such a pretty pussy, Leah...” He ran the string through his mouth and tasted her lovely cream, then tossed it aside and lowered his head to her, giving her soft kisses, everywhere around her swelling wet slit. His tongue became
alive. It was like eating an aphrodisiac that would have had him coming into the air. But he restrained himself and held on. He should have known this would happen when he touched her. Just dreaming about her did that, so what did he expect actually seeing her and touching her would do?

  He teased her clit to come out and play, then ate the sweet bud the instant it showed itself. Leah screamed and scooted a little backwards. But he just followed with his mouth open, his tongue ready to lick and devour.

  She was so wet her lips were plastered together. Using the fingers of both his hands he slowly peeled them apart, rubbed his index finger between them, and watched as she flooded over it. He slipped one finger into her, turning it slowly, in and out and then a second finger joined that one. He sucked the swollen folds of her fragrant sex, swallowing her sweet dewiness as it seeped from her, knowing she was close to coming, her responsiveness driving him beyond reason.

  He blew on her clit and dug his fingers right up her slick channel. She came, shattering, crying his name over and over again and he just watched and felt her contractions closing around his fingers. She dripped a fresh dose of juice and he lapped it up as his reward. “You're amazing, Leah. So soft and responsive and wet I could live on eating from you,” he murmured as he kissed her navel and her flat, quivering stomach tenderly, leaving her skin damp. He kissed her ribs, and then he stared at her nipples for long moments, until she began to writhe in anticipation for his touch.

  No, there would be no going back after this. Once he took her nipple to the roof of his mouth, nothing would be the same, would feel the same, would taste the same.

  And he was ready.

  "Leah, when I take your virginity, I'm going to make love to you, slowly and gently,” he said hoarsely.

  "Oh, Ryan.” There were tears in her eyes. He couldn't bear to see it.

  "But after ... after I'm going to make you my Midnight Rose,” he promised before taking her nipple, propped by the constraints of her bra, all tender and engorged, into his mouth and dying a little death. She was heat and sweetness, a taste so addictive he was suckling her nipple deeper and deeper into his mouth, harder and harder while his fingers rolled the other until it rose, erect and pebble-hard.

  "The other one, Ryan,” she said, her hands in his hair, directing him to her other nipple for his oral orchestration.

  Instead, he unwrapped her from that damned sexy bra with his teeth. Heavy, full-rounded breasts spilled out.

  "Ryan,” she gasped when he bit her, then laved her with his tongue. It took him a while to feast his way through every square inch of both her breasts, but he didn't mind at all. He kissed his way up her throat, to her jaw, her cheeks, her eyes, her eyebrows. And knew after this nothing would be the same. But he was ready.

  "Leah, I'm going to kiss you,” he said, his lips brushing down her temple before whispering the words into her ear.

  * * * *

  Nothing could have been more of a turn-on than hearing those words coming from Ryan's mouth, from the man Leah had loved all her life, really. She squirmed, as her already toiled and excited nerves started to tingle and singe anew. She moaned when he touched her lips with his own. So lightly, so gently, a breeze, a whisper, as he brushed her lips over and over again, tantalizing the smoothness of her lips with his breath, making her head lift off the pillow to catch it.

  But he was faster and moved slightly away, and she was forced to lower her head again, sighing when he began to sweep his lips over hers again. Leah resigned herself to his light touch. If she was patient he would come to her. But she wasn't, she was moaning desperately, her hips writhing against the silky bedcover. And just when she thought he wasn't ever going to kiss her properly, he licked her lips open and plunged his tongue into her mouth.

  Leah wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself to his body, her breasts against his chest, her thighs against his, her mouth against his and had her world, as she knew it, rocked off its axis, spinning out of control with no direction, only a lightheadedness she suspected would make her faint. But, oh ... Ryan's kiss was indescribable, splendid wonder.

  He felt it, too, she knew, because he gathered her closer, compressing her body to his, trying to get closer so he moved between her legs and she welcomed him there.

  He continued kissing her, never stopping the rhythm of his kiss even as he reached down, lifted her knee higher and let his cock find its own way into her. It needed no help or encouragement. Leah gasped in his mouth as his thick head parted her sleek lips, as her pussy just swallowed him up greedily, gluttonously, gloving him and pulling him in until he groaned from the feel of her wet, hot canal eating away at his length. And when she stilled under his cock and mouth, he kissed her wetly, his tongue sliding all over and inside her mouth as he pushed harder into her and broke her, until he was on the other side where heaven lived.

  "Okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, leaving her swollen mouth, rubbing his thumb over her reddened lips.

  "Hmmm ... no ... I like it,” she said when the pain floated away.

  "God, Leah,” he said huskily. “You feel like a furnace of silk. I feel as if you're going to melt my cock.” And then he was kissing her again, ferociously. “Honey, hold on. I'm going to slow fuck you now.” He picked a pace and continued his rhythm for a while.

  "Ryan...” she pleaded. The way he was moving inside her, with such long slow thrusts of his shaft, kept her climax just out of her reach.

  "Do you want to come?” he asked, sucking her jaw, kissing her cheeks.

  "Yes,” she whispered, her hands running down his back to his buttocks to grind him into her.

  "Ready?” he asked and she nodded her head. Ryan took her hips in his hands and pounded her pussy with alacrity, yet with tenderness until, very quickly, a liquid orgasm streamed out of her, washing over his cock, and falling onto her red satiny bedcover.

  He stilled inside her, kissing her throat as she arched her back, crying because nothing had felt so good but trembling so violently because of her climax, and the aftershock of it.

  "Again.” It was no question. He slid his cock from her, then rammed into her, lifting her higher, and never ceasing the hammering until she was begging him to stop, then begging him for more, then begging him to make her come once again.

  He took her breast in his hand and squeezed until her nipple jutted out, and when he bit it, she came again, exhaustively. And so did he. He seemed to come forever, filling the condom with his cum. But she clung to him, her body sleek with perspiration against his, sporadic convulsions rippling through her orgasmic body every now and then.

  "Did you like that?” he asked, slipping out of her, pushing her hair away from her eyes and kissing them.

  "Yes, it was so amazing, Ryan. I could never have imagined it to be so overwhelming. Thank you for taking my virginity like that. It's always going to be so special."

  All her life she had taken two perspectives about everything—until now. There was only Ryan. There could only be Ryan. What her heart and mind had known for ages, her body had just confirmed. She was completely in love with him.

  She loved the way he filled her up, leaving no room for anything else. She loved the heat he gave off, his power, his size. She loved the way he held her so tightly, she felt as if her ribs were going to break. But she loved, oh, she loved that length of his that shuttled in and out of her like a bullet on repeat.

  "My pleasure, honey.” He kissed her bruised and swollen mouth, then licked her lips tenderly and suckled them soothingly before he got off the bed and went into her bathroom.

  Leah stayed as she was, her legs raised and slightly opened, her hands covering her face as she remembered Ryan on her body, Ryan sucking her body, Ryan in her body.

  He returned, ever so gently cleansing her vagina with a warm, soapy rag and then drying her with a soft towel he had retrieved from her bathroom.

  He stood at the foot of her bed. “Are you ready to be my Midnight Rose?"

  With her inhibitions me
lting further and further with every climax Ryan gave her, Leah opened her legs so she could see him, certainly no longer blushing, no longer shy.

  "Oh, yes, please, Ryan, now,” she replied.

  And when he pulled out the dildo from behind his back, she didn't even start. She just opened her legs wider, rocked her hips and waited for him. In truth she had forgotten about the toy, had left the bag in her bathroom, had meant to put it away later and then, well, just forgot about it. But she was glad Ryan had found it. She got wetter wondering what it would feel like and where he would put it.

  "That's it, baby, open wider. I want to see right up your pussy before I put this inside."

  And Leah did, her knees practically flat on the bed on either side of her.

  Ryan put his palm flat against her pussy and rubbed her up and down. She was already thrashing from side to side. With just his touch, she felt an orgasm build and gather until she was tracking it down.

  But it was apparent to her that Ryan could read her body very well. At the brink of her escape, he took his hand away and her pussy literally tried to jump him again. She whimpered when he stood up and gazed at her for a couple of minutes, waiting until she had settled into a trot again and then he tongued her, up and down. Leah licked her lips, but just as she began to run again, he took his mouth away.

  "Ryan!” She shouted his name in sheer frustration, and then had the wind momentarily knocked from her as Ryan flipped her around with such ease to her hands and knees. She threw a look at him over her shoulder, her hair falling across her face, and shuddered in delicious fear as Ryan loomed over her body, brutally sexy, utterly gorgeous. He leaned over, his cock thick and fierce pressing into the heat of her ass cheeks, his lips kissing her shoulders.

  "Leah, I'm going to do things to you that are going to have you screaming. Any last requests?"

  "Hmmm ... just one,” she said as his cock nudged the tight bud of her ass and his hand snuck around so her breast could nestle itself inside his palm. “Don't stop."