Chrysalis: The Box Set (A Steamy Romance): The Complete Story of Brie's Journey in One Volume!

by Mia Moore

  Her hips squirmed and once more she tensed her muscles pushing up to meet his mouth.

  There was cool air on the fullness of her pussy, teasing her to new heights of sweet longing, agony.

  “Ahhh...” She sucked air when his fingers slid through her womanly crease.

  “You like that.” His voice was a soft purr as he increased the pressure of his finger.

  “Oh God, yes! Don't stop!” Her voice was a hiss. Her arms lifted and splayed on the bed above her head. her hips rocked up and down gently, seeking his touch on her sensitive bud.

  His other hand rose and his fingers pressed into her opening, filling her. He pulled her lips open and his tongue flicked over her clit.

  “Oh God, Andy...” Her eyes closed and she gave herself over to the hotness of his tongue and fingers.

  He pumped his hand deeper inside, in and out. His tongue alternated between a quick flick across the top of her bud to a slow sensuous licking. Her breath was rapid and shallow, arching her hips, rocking against his mouth. She was so fucking close!

  “Yes, yes, don't stop...” She breathed the words from a chest rising and falling in a fast pant.

  The pressure inside increased. It felt like all of his fingers were fucking her fast and hard. The sensation of his tongue on her clit was perfect. He followed every jerk of her hips, his tongue hot and thick on her.

  Her leg muscles strained tight. The floor of her abdomen and pelvic muscles quivering as the first hot gush of orgasm spread through her.

  “OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD.” she panted, head straining off the bed watching his mouth and tongue ravish her pussy. “Please, yes, yes” she grabbed his head pulling him harder onto her...bucking her hips under him, caught in the tsunami of pure lust.

  He licked and suckled her clit like he was sucking a candy. On and on, her legs quivering, screaming her need.

  Her body jerked back and she pushed his head away. Gradually her eyes opened, slowly focusing on his face, the soft kisses he placed on the insides of her thighs.

  When he rose, his mouth and chin were slick with her juice. He smiled wide with parted lips.

  “That's the first that's ever happened.” She pulled her hand from her face and sat up.

  Andy rose to his feet and slipped the buttons of his jacket open. “What? Don't tell me I'm the first guy that's ever gone down on you?” He slipped the jacket off and tossed it onto the dresser.

  Her eyes sparkled and she gaped at him. The orgasm had been so long and more intense than she'd ever had. “The first time I came from someone doing that.” For just a moment the smile vanished as a flashback of Rob's face filled her mind.

  “You're kidding. Really? I guess I should feel special or...” His fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt paused and his forehead showed lines watching her. “What kind of guys were you with? That's just about the most erotic thing a guy can do to a woman—make her dance with only his tongue.”

  She sighed and slid forward on the bed reaching for the buckle of his belt. “Let's put it this way, the only guy I've ever been with was a total jerk. I left him back in Ohio.” She flipped the buckle open and worked at the button of his pants. “I'm singing the praises of an older man. You know what you're doing.”

  He finished with the shirt and tossed it next to his jacket.

  She looked up at his bare chest, the pectoral muscles full, separated by a wisp of chest hair. His stomach was hard and flat with a dusting of soft dark hair centered and curling around his naval. Oh God, he was all man and all hers, right then.

  She slid the zipper down and pushed at his pants. She glanced up at him, only to find a look of lust and wonder in his eyes. His fingers threaded through her hair and she managed to free his cock.

  It popped up from the confines of the trousers, hanging long and heavy in front of her face. She kept watching it as she pushed his pants lower, until they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them causing his cock to bob up and down.

  Her fingers curled around the thick, purple shaft, sliding down the length until she pressed into the flesh on his pubic bone. It was dark and veined, the thick knob at the end pointed to her lips. He was huge. So much bigger than Rob had been. For just a moment she wanted to savor the sight.

  His balls were big too, hanging low in a wrinkled sack of skin. She cupped them in her hand and rolled them softly. His hands pulled her head forward and she opened her mouth to take him in.

  His skin was like satin and the slick bead of pre cum was salty. The smell of his skin was sharp and masculine. Her mouth strained wider and she eased forward taking more of it in.

  Oh God, he was thick. He urged her down farther and his hips rocked forward. Her eyes watered as the thickness of his knob grazed the back of her mouth.

  She breathed slowly, trying to still the gag reflex. Her hand pulled upward on his shaft until it touched her lips. Slowly, she pulled her head back, following her mouth with her hand.

  “Jesus, I love watching you do that.” His words were a soft whisper.

  Her gaze rose until she met his eyes. Still looking deep into his eyes, she lowered her mouth on his shaft, flicking the underside with her tongue.

  His fingers bunched in her hair, fisting a hand-full while he gasped. “That's right, baby. Breathe slowly and take it all.”

  She inched her way down until her nose touched the hair of his groin. Oh God, her eyes watered and she sucked in air through flared nostrils.

  Again, she pulled back and heard him gasp. When her tongue circled his knob and probed into the slit, he jerked away.

  He grabbed her arms lifting her like a rag doll and tossing her back onto the bed. She landed with a bounce and giggled as his hands cupped the cheeks of her ass.

  She reached for his cock pulling it through the slippery folds of her pussy until it pressed against her opening.

  “Agh,” She grunted when he thrust into her, stretching her until it kind of hurt. The thickness of his knob punched her cervix when he thrust deeper still. “Ow...” She tried to squirm away but his hands were like steel gripping the soft flesh of her ass.

  “Jesus, you're so fucking tight.” He withdrew slowly before ramming into her again.

  The sensation, so full, almost ripping her apart was hot as hell. Her legs scissored around his ass, pulling him tighter into her. Sex had never been as raw and exciting. She was spread open, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

  His eyes were downcast watching his cock pummel into her. He pushed forward, forcing her ass to slide farther up onto the bed. his hands reached around and grasped her ankles, pulling them away from his hips. he pushed forward, bringing her knees to each side of her waist, rolling her hips so that her pussy was tilted up facing him. In the process his cock slipped out of her.

  She gasped. What? Just when she was almost there he took it away? A longing emptiness in her cunt...oh please.

  His eyes were narrow and lips slack, looking down at her pussy. He gripped the base of his cock between his thumb and forefinger lifting it above her slit.

  Her eyes widened. Was he going to shove it in her ass? That would really hurt. Instead he flicked his wrist, slapping his thick heavy rod against her furrow. The hot jolt of lust when the knob hit her clit made her moan.

  “Like that, baby? Getting your pussy spanked? Have you been a bad girl?” His words were low and soft.

  Again, he slapped her clit, this time a little harder.

  She jerked and her eyes closed at the hot spike of pleasure there. This was totally different, nothing like she'd ever expected.

  He was so big and in control of her body, towering over her. She felt small and vulnerable. Her groin ached with yearning lust and her hand flew to her breast, pinching the nipple hard.

  “Oh yeah, I like that. You're such a hot, bad little girl. What does a bad girl deserve?”

  She opened her eyes and their gazes locked. Whatever sexy kink he had with this 'little girl' talk made it even hotter. This was just totally dirty and
hot. Oh fuck, his face was handsome and rugged, but oh so mature. She could really get into this.

  “A spanking! I deserve a spanking Sir!” The words sparked a deeper more primal level of passion, a craving to be taken. She watched his thick dark rod rise and gasped when it struck her clit.

  “Oh please...” She squeezed her breast, neck muscles taut to hold her head up to watch. Her pussy lips were splayed and the pale pink of her clit protruded from a sea of darkness.

  He had licked and sucked her little bud until she'd writhed with pleasure. Now he was spanking it with his hard cock and it was even better. How could that be?

  “Are you a bad little girl, Brie?”

  She nodded and bit her lip, waiting for that thick mauve knob to bounce against her nub.

  His knees pressed under her ass rolling her hips even farther forward. There was an aching in her lower back but it was nothing. There was only the lust for his cock.

  The fingers of his other hand slid inside her, curling forward. “Oh my God!” She gasped

  Her head dropped to the bed when he slapped her clit once more. This time he let it rest there pressing it hard onto her.

  A wave of light spread from her clit to her trembling legs.

  “Oh baby...”

  She felt his fingers leave and her hips lower before once more, he drove his cock deep inside. His fingers teased her clit, vibrating it quickly, sending hot waves through her core.

  On and on he pounded into her, filling her with a blend of pleasure and pain. One final hard jerk and his body became a rigid mass of muscle as he emptied himself inside her.

  “Oh yeah...” was followed by guttural grunts as he shot spurt after spurt deep inside. Her head rocked side to side from the intensity of the moment. She sighed and her legs trembled.

  He fell forward, catching himself with one hand, head drooping above her neck. His panting breaths hot on her skin.

  She reached and placed her hand on the back of his neck, hot and moist with sweat.

  “Andy...oh God, that was great.” She whispered.

  He puffed a mouthful of air and smiled down at her. “You're a dream come true, baby.”

  He kissed her lips and she felt his cock slip out of her. Her hands skimmed over the muscles of his back.

  After a few moments, he pushed himself up and stood between her knees. “You drained me, Brie.” He grinned watching her prop herself up. “I haven't had sex that good in years.”

  Her arms and legs were heavy and there was a warmth in her chest when she looked at him. Her mouth pulled to the side. “I've never had sex this good.”

  He looked at her and shook his head. There was sadness in his eyes for a moment but then a smile brightened his swarthy face. “I'll take that as a compliment.” He reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet. “There's a world of this kind of stuff before you.”

  Her shoulders slumped as he held her in his arms. True, this was a pick-up in a bar and he was a lot older than her. Jesus, he could be her uncle! Her cheeks became warm as she thought of how she'd wanted him so much.

  She clung to his muscled body. Did she have Daddy issues? She squeezed her eyes tight, purposely blocking out any image of her father.

  “Let's take a shower together. I really worked up a sweat, lady.” He held her out and kissed the tip of her nose.

  She smiled. He wasn't the only one slippery with sweat. After the workout between her legs warm water would be soothing. “Sure.” She grabbed her robe from the back of the door and handed it to him. She rummaged in a drawer of the dresser and pulled a nightgown out.

  “We're not alone, huh?” He slipped his arms into the robe.

  “I'm not sure.” She slid the nightgown over her head and down her body. “Chris may be here, so just in case...”

  She opened the bedroom door and peeked out. Chris's door was closed and the kitchen still dark. She reached for his hand and led the way to her bathroom.

  ****

  After they showered and brought glasses and the bottle of wine to the bedroom they sat next to each other in her bed.

  She turned to him. “Do you have any family, any kids?”

  My wife’s history. We split up a long time ago.” He held his glass with two hands, resting it on his thighs. “I have a son. He's twenty, studying at Harvard. We don't see each other very much. I've been overseas a lot.”

  “Iraq?”

  He nodded and took a long sip of the wine. “And other places. I ship out again tomorrow.”

  It was like a lump of lead settled in her tummy. It may only be a fling but did it have to end so soon? The sex had been awesome, but curious. She touched his hand, running her fingers over his thumb. “Andy?”

  “Um?” He turned to her, a twinkle in his dark eyes.

  For a moment her cheeks grew warm and she took a deep breath. “That 'Sir' thing, when we had sex... It was kind of out there.”

  He turned his body into her, laying on his side. “Kind of hot for you though.” He toyed with the rim of the glass, looking down at it for a moment. “I confess, I've got a thing for younger women. Only women, no teenagers and definitely not kids.” He shook his head and looked up at her. “I thought you must be into it too, given that you let me come here tonight.”

  She reached for the bottle on the night table and topped up their glasses. It was a ploy, buying time to figure out her answer. It surprised her at first, how horny that bit of role playing, that kinky stuff had made her. Was it because of the age difference? She set the bottle now half empty, on the table.

  “It was hot. But the fact that you took control, teasing me, put me at ease. You led me there, I guess.” She took a sip of wine and felt its warmth trickle through her to her very core.

  A line dissected his eyebrows and his eyes stared intently into hers. “What was the most exciting sexual thing you've ever done? I mean, aside from tonight?”

  She looked away, her mind scrambling. There had only ever been sex with Rob. With him, foreplay had been his lifting her nightgown and pawing her breasts before climbing on top and finishing in a few strokes. Only once had she ever orgasmed while he rutted above her. He'd been drinking so it took longer for him to come.

  She sighed and shook her head looking down once more and meeting his gaze.

  “You're kidding. Nothing?” He rose up and set the glass on the table next to him before taking hers from her hand and setting it aside.

  He put his arm around her shoulder and stroked her hair. “Poor little Brie.” He murmured.

  She sighed and her hand rose to his chest. The gray was like silver threading through her fingers. she glanced down at the sheet covering his lap. A thrill shot through her and she smiled at the tent his hardening dick was making.

  Already? So soon? It wasn't true that older men were only good for once a night or was it because he was in such good shape?

  Her hand slithered under the sheet and fingers curled around his shaft.

  “Mm...my naughty girl wants more, does she?”

  Her smile grew wide and once more there was a flutter of pleasure between her legs. “Yes...Sir.”

  He yanked the sheet back baring their bodies above the knees. A delicious tingle pulsed in her stomach at the sight of his turgid shaft. Her fingers were delicate tiny streaks of ivory gripping the dark heavy tumescence.

  He pulled her hand away and shifted on the bed until he knelt facing her. He tugged the rest of the sheet down, freeing her lower legs.

  His hand skimmed along the inside of her thigh. Her heart pounded in her chest and she shivered at the lightness of his touch.

  “Your skin is soft, like satin. His voice was barely above a whisper watching her body. He pushed her thighs open and leaned over her, dipping down to take her nipple between his lips.

  At the hotness of his tongue circling the hard button tip, her chest expanded in a ragged breath.

  “You're so beautiful.” He glanced at her face and eased to the side to pay homage to her other
nipple.

  She smiled, her fingers toying with his hair, looking down at him. The way he kissed her and every time he looked at her body was a compliment. This was the first time a man had ever looked at her like this.

  She watched his head lift. With tongue extended, he circled her dark pebbled areole. The swell of her breast around it was full and womanly. Watching him, she could almost believe she was beautiful.

  What was it Chris had said to her? Yeah. She was like Marilyn What's Her Face.

  “You don't think I'm too plump?” Her fingers twirled in his hair.

  His head jerked up and his look was serious gaping at her. “No my dear, you're perfect.”

  He eased back and this time when his head dipped he held his hand over the round bulge of her stomach. His tongue circled her naval and snaked inside. “This is beautiful. So soft and feminine.”

  His hand slid lower, fingers scraping through her dark pubic hair.

  She trembled, eyes narrow slits of lust watching his tongue roll over the mound of her tummy and lower still.

  He lifted her leg and shifted his body so that his hips were close to her chest. her leg lowered over his torso. She could feel the heat of his eyes gazing at her womanhood.

  The longing for more of his touch caused a soft moan to erupt from her lips. She twisted to the side, her hand once more gripping his shaft. Her fingertip played in the slit and she smiled when a glistening bead of pre-cum slipped out.

  Her body jerked at the touch of his finger softly teasing the underside of her clit.

  “Do you masturbate very often?” He teased her once more with his finger.

  Her heart beat faster and her gut clenched. This was new. Talking about her masturbation schedule with a man she barely knew. Was it part of the 'Sir' thing and she'd be punished like she was before?

  Her pussy was wet with longing.

  “Hardly ever. Maybe a couple times a month, when I'm ovulating.” She waited, hoping for his next move, spreading the slipperiness of his arousal over the pulpy knob of his cock.

  Instead of touching her, he lifted her leg and propped his body onto his elbow. “Show me.”