by Mia Carson
“I do. I do love you. Maybe I never stopped. I should have never left. If I’d been here, then—”
“I love you too,” she said, interrupting me. “I never stopped, but I didn’t think you’d want me after—”
“I do want you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”
“Then take me.”
I brushed her lips with mine. “That’s not what I mean.”
She smiled. “I know, but I want you to make love to me like you did in your bedroom that day. Do you remember?”
“I remember,” I whispered as my lips closed over hers again.
We kissed slowly, luxuriantly, connections I thought dead coming to life again. I moved along her jaw with my lips, taking my time, allowing the bonds to reform between us. Our love had been strained and weakened, but it hadn’t been broken, and like muscles worked under tension, it had become stronger than ever.
I kissed my way down her neck to the place where it joined her shoulder, moving to the spot I knew she liked so well. Her soft exhale, the light pull of her hand on the back of my head, the sudden stiffness in her body, the caress of her hand on my back, made my heart sing. I didn’t care what my parents thought of her. Ella was mine, forever and always.
She pushed at me, and we rolled until she came to rest on me. She sat up, her legs to either side of my hips as she smiled down at me. I reached for her, but she brushed my hands away, her smile growing as she began to open the buttons on my shirt. I thrust up with my hips, a soft groan escaping me as a surge of pleasure washed over me. I pressed against her, my rigid member trapped between our bodies, delighting in how her eyes half closed and her mouth slowly opened as I did.
My shirt opened, she tipped forward and kissed me before she began a slow crawl down my body, watching my eyes as she slowly licked and kissed her way lower. Before she escaped my reach I gently pulled her shirt over her head and released her breasts from their lacy prison. She bewitched me with her smile as she kissed along the waistband of my jeans, her nimble fingers working at my buckle, button, and zipper. She exposed me, her nails lightly dragging along my length causing a storm of sensations to spread through me from her touch.
As she lowered herself to take me into her mouth, I covered myself with my hands and smiled. “Nuh-uh. Pants,” I said as I removed one hand long enough to flick my finger rapidly three times while toeing off my shoes.
The way she looked at me, the soft smile, the contained lust, made my heart thud in my chest. She backed away as her tongue peeked from between her lips. We took a moment to undress, and I admired her body as it was slowly revealed. She was perfect. Some men liked skinny women, but I liked a woman with curves, a woman said at a glance she wasn’t a boy. Ella had softened slightly with maturity, but she was still achingly beautiful. Her round face, big eyes, and lush body called to me, a goddess made real, and she was mine.
She came to me, her eyes bright like I hadn’t seen since I returned, and she kissed me. “I love you,” she murmured as our lips slowly parted. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I love you,” I whispered, my hand gently stroking her face. We held each other’s gaze a moment before she turned, swinging a leg over my shoulders and lowering herself.
I began with butterfly kisses as she took me into her mouth, her tongue flicking and battering the head of my cock, and suddenly she plunged deep. I barked softly as she swallowed me, coughed, and backed off.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she purred before taking me deep again, more slowly.
I groaned as I slowly thrust up. She hadn’t been able to completely swallow me the last time we’d been together, and I relished the challenge of matching her skills. I’d learned a thing or two during our separation myself, and I intended to use them all.
We pleased each other for many long minutes, our soft gasps and moans filling the air. I was battling my orgasm as she licked and sucked at me when her busy tongue began to slow. She still had me in her mouth as she hummed, her hips rocking slowly. She began pumping my shaft with her fist, her saliva making me slick. I popped free of her mouth.
“Fuck, you’re about to make me come,” she groaned, her rhythmic stroking of my cock becoming disjointed. “Stop, I want to feel you inside when I come,” she whispered, but I didn’t stop. I pressed her, my tongue and lips busy, wanting to please her like no other man. “Levi, stop! I’m about to come.” She tried to pull away, but I tightened my grip around her hips. “Stop! You’re… going…”
Her soft moan was the single sexiest sound I’d ever heard from a woman as she quivered gently. She keened softly as I continued to devour her before she lunged away with a deep, grunting groan. She sagged over me, panting softly for a long moment, before she recovered.
She turned. “I want you,” she said softly. “I need you inside.”
“Are you—”
“Yes,” she said, nodding her head, apparently reading my mind. “I’m safe. Please take me. Please. I want to feel you inside.”
I rolled her to her back and slowly entered her. No woman had ever felt better, and I couldn’t contain my groan as I sank into her depths. She fit me perfectly. I dropped to my elbows as I began to thrust with a slow, gentle pace, my lips searching for and finding hers.
The slow pace allowed me to fight my encroaching pleasure as I took her in the most intimate of positions. We held each other’s gazes, our smiles soft we kissed and touched.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I whispered before taking her lips again.
“And I’ve missed you,” she breathed. “Harder,” she begged as she moved with me.
I picked up my pace with a groan. I’d been holding on by my fingertips before, but the way her breasts were moving, the feel of her moving under me, the increased pace, they all conspired to overwhelm my control.
I groaned in erotic distress. “I’m going to come.”
“I want you to. I want to feel you come with me.”
I continued to drive into her, trying to distract myself, but it was no use. “I can’t hold it,” I grunted, picking up the pace, unable to stop my rising orgasm.
She moaned softly. “Not yet! Not yet! Don’t stop!”
It was our first time all over again. She excited me more than any other woman, and I couldn’t withstand her sensuality. “Shit!” I snarled as I fought my rapture.
She cried out, a soft sound of erotic distress before she pulled my mouth to hers just as she clamped down on me. Feeling her orgasm as she kissed me snipped the last thread holding back my climax. I moaned into her mouth as I thrust deep, holding myself there as I spilled into her. I kissed her with everything I had, our tongues engaged in their own erotic dance as we reached the peak of pleasure together.
We relaxed with a sigh as the heated kiss dissolved. I was spent, complete, and satisfied in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. I settled over her, holding my weight on elbows and knees while burying my face in her neck, wanting to feel as close to her as possible. I was in a storm of emotions. I wanted to scream in excitement and cry for what had been wasted. I wanted to make mad, passionate love to her and hold her in my arms as I caressed her. I wanted to kiss away her pain and protect her from any that would dare hurt her. I wanted her. I wanted her in my life like no woman before her, or after her.
“Are you okay?” she whispered as her hand held my face to her neck, her other hand tracing lazy designs on my back.
“Yes. Are you?”
“Oh yes.”
“I love you,” I said, lifting my head so I could see her. “I love you so much.”
She touched my lips. “And I love you. I’m so glad you’re home.”
“So am I,” I said as I lowered my lips to hers.
16
Ella
“Come on, fuck me!” Levi snarled as I pounded my hips into him.
We were once again under the Cottonwoods as we made wild, passionate love on a blanket. We’d been fucking for hours without end, our desires carrying us a
way and driving us beyond ourselves.
“You like my pussy? You like that big, fat cock in my tight little pussy?” I sneered into Levi’s sweat-soaked face. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard.”
“Fuck!” he growled, throwing his head back as his strong hands kneaded my ass, thrusting me down on his cock furiously hard.
We were bathed in sweat, our flesh slick, our hair plastered down as droplets ran from our bodies, our cries and challenges ringing in the air as we gave and took pleasure. Our fucking hadn’t started out as a competition, but we were destroying each other with pleasure, each of us determined to give the other an experience to surpass any they’d had before. We’d both come twice, screaming orgasms that made us shudder and writhe in erotic agony, and we both knew whoever came next would be finished.
“Fuck!” he roared again before taking a breast into his mouth and biting my nipple, taking me to the edge of pain and the peak of pleasure.
As he battered my nipple with his tongue, creating another searing point of pleasure, I could feel my orgasm rising, but I fought it, determined to best him. With another cry of pleasure, he threw his head back, his back arching, every muscle in his beautiful chest taut.
“Fuck! I’m going to come. You’re going to make me come!”
I redoubled my efforts as he pulled me down, crushing my breasts into his chest. He growled, a deep sexy rumble, his teeth bared in a feral sneer as he took over the fucking, pounding his hips up into me impossibly hard. His grip tightened as I matched him stroke for stroke and his growl became an inarticulate, animal roar. I felt him splash into me as he filled me with his essence. He tried to dislodge me, but I continued to fuck him, my hips a blur as I wrung every morsel of pleasure from him.
“You like that?” I growled as he shook and roared.
“Stop!” he bellowed as he thrashed. “I can’t take it!”
“You fucking take it!” I sneered as I reached for my own orgasm.
He roared again, his face a mask of pleasure and pain, his eyes fierce. He held my face and braced me on his arms as he forced me upright and onto my knees. With another cry of erotic pain, he took over the fucking again and pounded into me. The ferocity of his face, his amazing body aglow with our sweat, the feel of his thrusting cock overwhelming me.
I cried out my climax with a throat-rending scream in the hardest orgasm of my life. His lips were on mine, his kiss sweet and gentle. He was everything to me. Fiery when I wanted to fuck, gentle when I wanted to be made love to. Levi was amazing, his lips feathering over mine in the gentlest of kisses. I’d bested him, but just, and he’d satisfied me with his last gasp.
He tumbled me off him as he moved to my breast, his tongue swirling at the point, his still hard cock bouncing and tempting me. How could he go again? Even as I had the thought, I could feel my own desires spooling up again. I’d never want to stop fucking him. With a groan of lust unsatisfied, I took his hard cock and…
I swam up out of the darkness of sleep, Levi’s tongue swirling lazily around my achingly hard nipple. Last night we’d arrived home early, gone to bed early, and gone to sleep early, but now I wanted Levi again, and badly. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this horny, and as the last tendrils of sleep parted, I groaned in repressed desire, the dream of us fucking under the trees at Stamford Lake having primed me for action.
I tugged at him, pulling his lips to mine as he settled lightly over me. I lost myself in the kiss, and oh, God, how I wanted him.
“What time is it?” I asked as our lips parted. I had to know how much time we had.
“About 3:30.”
I had to be at work at 8:30. Since I didn’t have to drop off Abby, I could leave at 8:15 and make it easy. Forty-five minutes to bathe and grab a quick breakfast, which left four hours for fucking. I hoped that was enough.
Last night had been perfect! Better than perfect! He’d made such tender love to me it made me want to cry, and I didn’t know why. It was as if he’d touched a part of me, a part of me that had gone cold and dark. But as we made slow, sweet love, that cold, dark, place had begun to glow with a warmth and light that suffused me with such good feelings I could scarcely contain them. Making love to Levi had been as good as I remembered, better even, and I wanted him to do it over, and over, and over again.
After we’d made love, we’d spoken little, words unable to express the depths of our feelings, but our delicate touches and leisurely kissing made our feelings clear. My love for him had been fully reawakened, and his love had surrounded me like a cozy blanket on a cold night, making me feel warm, comfortable, and protected. I’d curled up at his side, his arm around my back as I listened to his slowly thudding heart and slowly drifted into sleep. It was the first time we’d been able to do that, and it had been the perfect finish.
But now, as the world slumbered in the depth of night, I wanted to experience the other side of him, the dynamic, energetic lover I knew he could be, as he’d been under the trees. My dream had left me randy and out of sorts, and the only solution was to have him fuck the shit out of me.
“Remember the Cottonwoods?” I breathed, his head in my hands as I held his gaze.
The intensity of his eyes and the flicker of the smile that played across his lips as he slid into me told me I was in for a hell of a pounding, and I looked forward to it. He started out slow but quickly ramped up the power of his thrusts, driving into me with authority. My orgasm arrived from nowhere, as surprising and unexpected as a thunderclap on a clear day. I wasn’t a screamer, despite how I’d behaved in my dream, and I moaned softly as my climax surrounded and buried me in pleasure. As I came out from under my rapture he was watching me, a smile on his face as he continued to thrust into me slowly.
“Did you come?” I asked, disappointed that it was over so quickly.
His smile widened. “Oh, no, babe, we’re just getting started,” he rumbled, his voice low and sexy as he lowered his lips to mine.
“God, I hope so,” I breathed.
Last night he’d made me feel loved and protected, but now I wanted him to erase the chalkboard of my memories and write over it with new ones, replacing the bad memories, of the loss of control and the aftermath, with wonderful ones.
He drove into me again. I liked how he looked at me, his face hard yet loving, determined yet soft. It was his eyes. They were the eyes of a man who knew what he wanted and would stop at nothing to obtain it. He wanted me, all of me, not just my body, and that knowledge was explosive. He was drawing me out of the shell I’d built around myself, giving us a second chance, and from this day forward, I would prove to him every day that I deserved that second chance.
My dream was fading, the fucking I’d taken in my mind being supplanted by the fucking I was taking now. Levi’s soft grunts of passion as he pounded into me forcefully were exciting me beyond any man I’d ever been with, but I could still recall the power I’d felt in my dream as I fucked him into submission.
I pushed him and we tumbled. As we came to a stop with him on his back, I held his erection and lowered myself over him. God, I loved being a cowgirl, and his cock hit me just right. I began bouncing on him, my hands braced on his chest. I felt a tingle as he bared his teeth at me, his face twisted in pleasure as I rode him enthusiastically as he held my breasts in his big hands, playing with them and tweaking the nipples.
I rode him relentlessly, but his stamina was amazing. Had I not already climaxed once, I was certain I’d be shivering and moaning in orgasmic fire by now. I was beginning to sweat when I saw the first cracks in his control.
“You’re going to make me come,” he warned.
“Come on!” I growled. I was going to break him.
He rumbled deep his chest. His face twisted as he clenched his eyes shut, giving his head a shake as if denying what he was feeling. “Fuck,” he snarled, twisting his hips.
I fought to keep my position, but he was too strong and overpowered me. He dumped me to the bed and hauled my ass
up and back as he flipped me to my stomach, stuffing the two bed pillows under my hips. He entered me as he lunged in deep, thrusting deep into me with long powerful strokes, his hands on my hips, before grabbing my hair.
I felt a moment of panic with his sudden aggression before my alarm evaporated. While his pull was assertive, it wasn’t rough, and by taking my hair close to my head, he didn’t hurt me. After jacking my head back, he slammed into me for a long moment before he took me under the chin with his free hand, releasing my hair as he pulled me upright to balance on my knees.
His hand slid down around my throat and again I felt a surge of fear. He was handling me in a way I would never allow by anyone else. His touch was firm, but gentle. He was being aggressive as hell and dominate, but because I trusted him, it was also incredibly exciting. The sudden rushes of anxiety fueled my passions in the same way funhouse scares elevated the laughter. Had it been any other man grabbing my hair, his hand at my throat, I would have freaked out with all my fears of being out of control crashing in around me, but this was Levi. The surges of panic and fear twisted and morphed to become need and desire.
I reached behind me and grasped his head and steered his lips to mine as I twisted my head around. He was letting his hair grow back out, but it still wasn’t long enough to get a handful yet, but soon.
“Ah… fuck,” I breathed. Another orgasm was bearing down on me like a freight train, frightening and unstoppable.
“You’re going to come,” he growled in my ear, his left hand firmly but gently at my throat as his right slid down and began to tease my clit, his breath hot as flame licking at my neck.
I made some vaguely affirmative sound as the approaching maelstrom stole my words.
He began fucking me harder, his left hand sliding lower off my neck to hold me tighter into him as he nipped and kissed at my neck, his bellows like breathing fanning the flames of my desire. I stood at the edge of the abyss, teetering on the edge.
