by Dee Palmer
“I want this; I want this so fucking much it hurts! Tell me you want this, Bethany.” His voice is ragged. I try to nod, but he tightens his grip holding my hair and raises his brow.
“Yes, Sir,” I exhale my reply.
“No, Bethany, I need to hear you say you want this.” His tone is serious, and I look again and see a flash of uncertainty in his eyes, but then it’s gone.
“I want this, Daniel.” I do, I have never felt desire like this, didn’t know you could feel like this. It’s a paradox; I am scared shitless and horny as hell.
He holds my waist and pushes me from his body, he then takes my hips and lifts me above his proud erection. I take my weight on my knees and hover. He reaches between us and positions the head of his cock at my entrance, sliding it back and forth through my wet folds. I drop my head, and he lets out a small groan. “Relax, baby, you’re in charge.” This sweet endearment makes my chest clench. I swallow and take a long breath out as I push down onto his waiting cock. I instantly clench at the pain and shut my eyes. When Daniel growls softly from the back of his throat, I open them and am rewarded with such intensity and desire, I will myself to relax or at least not grimace quite so much. I continue to push down, taking inch after excruciating inch. I focus on my breathing in an attempt to relax and take more of him. “Jesus, Bethany, you’re so fucking tight.” He is gripping my hips, but not pushing me down. I can see the concentration in his face, as he tries to control himself. I shift slightly and sink a little further.
“Fuck! “ He presses his head back into the pillow. “Take it all, baby. You have to take it all.” He moans. I feel a burn inside me spur me on and I push myself hard and finally sink low enough to take his cock whole. I am throbbing, I’m on fire and I am full, stretched to a point of pain. I let out the breath I’d been holding and draw in some smaller pants as my body begins to accommodate the intrusion of a lifetime. My head drops to my chest. I take a few steadying breaths and start to move my hips. Not sure what to do with my hands I place one on my thigh and one on his, I can feel the muscle in his leg flex and relax with every roll of my hips. “Oh, fuck.” Daniel’s voice sounds shaky and raw. He continues to hold my hips, ,but now that he is buried deep in me, he seems happy to assist with the rhythm. He pulls me up and down in a controlled motion, and I rock my hips feeling him move deep inside. There is no sharp pain now just an intense feeling of pleasure from the friction and a deep stirring within.
“I want you to come with me Bethany, can you do that?” His voice is strained, concentration evident on his handsome face.
“I … I” I stutter, my concentration is all over the place. There is no way I can control this.
“Listen to me.” He takes a deep breath and continues to grind a movement against me that is insanely good. My head falls back. “Bethany!” I snap back to him, my eyes wide. “You are going to come with me, and you are going to keep your eyes open, I need to see you?” His stern tone has me instantly nodding my compliance.
“Yes, Sir.” I slide a little further up and fall back firmly. I’m feeling a little bold.
“Fuck!” He growls. He grabs my hips more firmly and begins to control my movements. I am under no illusion who is in control now, as if I ever was. I am rolling my hips with him and he is moving and changing angle all the time to touch my sensitive spots. I feel the build start within me right away, and I am hoping he can feel it too, because I am nowhere near proficient enough to control the ‘when’ of my climax. “I can feel you’re close, Bethany, you need to look at me.” I fix on his dark pools, the intensity sears right through me.
“Oh, fuck.” I gasp, my body starting to convulse, and my core beginning to clench around him. “Daniel, please,” I beg. “Please, I can’t.”
“I know baby, it’s all right. Let go, Bethany, I’ve got you. I want you to come for me.” His soothing tone and sensual words send me right over the edge, again. “Come with me.” He continues to thrust into me and continues to maneuver my hips to make sure I take every bit of his release. I’m suspended in a daze of ultimate pleasure. Every muscle in my body contracting, pulsating, and from the muted sound in my ears all I can hear is the beat, beat, beat of my heart. I fall flat against his heaving chest and have no intention of moving, ever.
He does, though, a moment later, he sits up taking me with him, and we are nose to nose, panting breath to panting breath. “Eyes, Miss Thorne?” I open mine to see his dazzling smile, but we are back to Miss Thorne again, and I think I prefer baby, or at least, Bethany. He thrusts, and I can’t believe he’s still hard; I grip my lips together to stifle a yelp. He chuckles and the vibrations ripple through my body. “I believe I said I would take my time with you, Miss Thorne. I also believe I said I was going to fuck you all night, and you will come to appreciate I am a man of my word.” He leans to plant small kisses below my ear and whisper, “And there is so much more to explore, Miss Thorne.” With this promise, he resumes his languid thrusts as he holds my shoulders pulling down with some pressure and holding me firm. The guttural growl from the back of his throat fires up my senses and I can feel my core begin to respond. I am running on adrenaline and lust, because I barely have the energy to lift my eyelids. “Eyes!” He warns. “You have the most amazing fucking eyes. I need to see them, do you understand?” I keep them open and look deep into his.
“Daniel.” My voice is breaking. I’m very distracted by each heavenly thrust. Building the pleasure, pushing me but not enough to gain the release I know I am going to need, the release that I’m going to be begging for if he continues this pace. “Please, please Daniel, I don’t think, I mean I know you can but I’m not so sure I can…” I falter and he interrupts.
“Sorry, Miss Thorne, did I tell you to speak? I must apologize if I gave you that impression. The only words I will accept will be if you scream my name when you come, although you seem to favour ‘God’ so that will be acceptable too.” How can he sound so calm when I am struggling to construct a full sentence? He lifts me slightly and maneuvers smoothly so he is above me, and I feel his delicious weight press down, his thighs angled to keep my legs spread wide. He hooks one of his arms under my knee, lifts my leg onto his shoulder and thrusts. I can’t help the cry that escapes me. Fuck, that’s deep. Oh, it’s so good, though, every nerve and muscle contract wildly against the deepest point of penetration, the euphoric part where pain morphs into sublime pleasure. God, I like it deep but his slow rhythm is driving me mad. I release a frustrated groan, as noises are allowed, I think, and he looks down with a knowing grin.
“In a hurry, Miss Thorne?” He grins as I whimper, but he takes pity on me and begins to increase his speed. I can see his jaw tick and his eyebrows are wrinkled, like he is trying to think of the answer to a really difficult equation. My breath quickens with the speed of his thrusts. He holds himself above me, and his eyes express the same raw need I feel in my core. He takes his hand and slides it between our bodies, and just above our union he uses his thumb to draw circles over my clit. Our bodies move together, slick with a sheen of pure desire, his rougher skin scouring mine, setting mine ablaze. His leg entwines around mine, and his hot sweet breath is like a flame against my neck. Again the familiar tingle and heat begins to build. Just before I am about to explode, he stops and pulls back, sitting on his ankles. I let out a breath and raise myself on my elbows with what little strength I have. I hope I look as confused as I feel.
“God, you’re amazing!” He fixes his eyes on mine. He leans forward, and with one hand he squeezes my breast. with his mouth he covers the hard nub of the other. Swirling his tongue and sucking, he switches breast and repeats the same move, each flick of his hot tongue making my core spark. Sitting back up, he runs his hand down the center of my body before he places his hands on my hips and flips me over. My heart has leapt to my mouth. He reaches over and grabs one of the overstuffed ultra-soft pillows. Tapping my bottom, I lift to accommodate the pillow beneath my hips. I swallow hard, wondering what I’ve gott
en myself into. I bury my face into my pillow and let out a smothered moan.
“Miss Thorne, it seems you like it hard, and you really like me deep. Well, I promise this will be deep, but we will take it slow. You need to relax.” He says this as he must have noticed every muscle in my back and bottom tense. “Bethany, do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.
“And I think it’s safe to say you have more than enjoyed yourself so far, yes?” I nod into the pillow. “Then you have to trust me that you will enjoy this, too.” He leans to plant a soft kiss below my ear, and I immediately relax. “Good girl.” He sits back, and with one hand he rubs the cheeks of my bottom, creating a scorching heat, and with the other he runs his fingers into my wetness, drawing it back up to my other entrance. His finger rubs in the moisture, applying small amounts of pressure. I moan and take a deep breath. This is extremely sensitive, the slightest touch creating an extreme reaction within my body. His lips are again at my ear. “Relax, that’s right, push back against my finger.” I do and the tip enters my body, he begins to move his finger in and out, and the feeling of fullness is good, enjoyable even, and I push back a little more. He ventures a little deeper and I get the sensation of a million prickles emanating from my core, spreading wildly across my body, but that is just his finger, his cock is so much bigger. The thought makes me tremble, and I can’t stop. My whole body begins to shudder. “Shhhh,” he whispers. “It’s all right, baby, maybe not tonight?” I must visibly relax because he gives a light laugh. “But this feels good, doesn’t it?” I turn my head around to try and see his face. He has a wicked grin, and I smile.
“Yes, yes, it does.” My face instantly flames, and I quickly plant it back into to pillow.
He slowly removes his finger and positions his heavy cock again between my sodden, sensitive folds. He pushes slightly against the entrance, and I sigh and push back. In truth I’m a little sore, but I am also hot and needy. “This is going to be deep and hard, and because I’ve been playing with your arse for the last ten minutes, it’s not going to last too long, either. Just thought I should warn you.” With that he plunges deep, sinking his entire length into me with a groan. I cry out into the pillow. Oh, my God, he wasn’t lying! That is so fucking deep! He pushes harder and faster, hitting the end of my womb again and again. He wraps his hand around the front and strokes my clit in time with each thrust sending me higher. My core instantly clenches around him, gripping, and I push back to meet each thrust. He reaches to grab my hair, fisting it in his grip, pulling my head, and arching my back to accommodate this dominant move. He releases pure guttural sounds, which vibrate from the back of his throat, the urgency of each demanding thrust and the desperate hold he has on my hips combining to ignite the inevitable explosion within me. This level of ecstasy literally causes my eyes to water, and I am thankful that my face is now pressed against the pillow. I know I don’t have a huge frame of reference, but I’m thinking crying during sex is not a good thing.
He falls half onto me, half onto the bed. His heavy arm drapes across my back, and I love the feeling of being trapped by him. Certain there are no stray tears, I turn my face to his. He regards me carefully, like I’ve confused him. He is so handsome, so flawless. His eyes are again brilliant dark blue, and he has the beginnings of stubble, which adds a roughness that would not look out of place on a billboard. His skin sparkles with the sheen of sweat, which lightly covers his body. His full lips give way to a wide smile, which I return.
“Shower?” He doesn’t wait for a response but scoops me up in his arms, walks into the bathroom, and carefully places me on the marble top next to the sinks.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I bounce and try to put my hands underneath my bottom. The surface is freezing.
“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” He quips.
“Yes, but since she doesn’t know who I am most of the time, she doesn’t mind.” Too late I snap my mouth shut. Shit! Where did that come from? Way to unload.
“What?” He widens then narrows his eyes, as I inwardly curse my big fat mouth.
My laugh sounds faked, but I try deflecting all the same. “Nothing, just a really cold surface.” I’m still hopping from one butt cheek to the other, trying to distract him from my comment. “Can I have a bath?” I look longingly at the bathtub. I can’t help being seduced; it is a large oval free-standing white bath with overhanging chrome fittings, and it’s deep. A bath with Daniel wrapped around me, well, that has to be heaven.
“Sure, but no bubbles. I’ll see if there are any salts. It will help with the soreness.” He can’t be saying sweet things like that or calling me baby. It’s confusing as hell and makes my chest tighten. He starts to run the water and the room quickly fills with steam. He comes to stand between my legs and cups my face. I suddenly feel exposed, and my face flushes. “You’re so beautiful when you blush.” He strokes my newly reddened cheeks.
“You are beautiful all the time.” It was his turn to look uncomfortable. I quickly smile, give a slight shrug, and slip off the unit. I slide carefully into the searing hot bath. “Arhhhh. Oh. My. God.” I sink back and let out a dramatic sigh. Daniel climbs in behind me, wrapping his long legs around and over mine.
“Well, I’m jealous of the bath now. I want to be the only one able to make you make that noise.” He sounds disgruntled, and it makes me giggle.
“You are, it’s just I don’t have a bath, haven’t had a bath since I moved out of Sofia’s nearly two years ago. So this is pretty special, but not going to lie, you’re the icing!” I sink into his chest, and he wraps his arms around me and holds my breasts.
“Well, if taking a bath was always like this, I would definitely forgo the shower in favour of these.” He playfully squeezes my nipples, which in turn happily respond, peaking into taut nubs, despite the heat of the bath. I giggle and wriggle my bottom, instantly feeling his erection harden against my back. “You lived with Sofia? What about your family?” I release a deep sigh and close my eyes, as his heavenly hands caress my neck. His strong thumbs press and roll with varying pressure around each vertebra up into my hair.
“I lived with her family for a while. I have some family but you know the saying, you can choose your friends, but you can’t choose …” I can feel him nod. “Well, it’s my mantra. Do you mind if we don’t do the twenty questions thing? This is kind of perfect, and I don’t want to ruin it.”
“Not a problem, it doesn’t matter, anyway.” He lets out a deep sigh and stretches. I frown. I am not sure what he means by that, but I am pleased he doesn’t pursue his questioning. He tilts my head back and begins to scoop warm water from the slowly running tap and wets my hair. His fingernails gently scrape my scalp causing an involuntary tremble, and he begins to massage the shampoo into my hair. He again begins to scoop the clean water to wash out the shampoo, taking extra care that no water runs onto my face. Once he is satisfied I am thoroughly rinsed, he kisses my head, then the spot below my ear, and on to my neck. I slip around to face him. He takes my breath away. His perfect features and his soft sensual mouth looks too tempting. I lean in to kiss his lips, but he shifts, and I find I am placing my feather kisses along his set jaw. I sigh, his skin is warm and slippery. His body glistens with a film of water. I kiss his chest, and I lick the water from his nipple and instantly feel his cock twitch beneath me.
“This is not going to happen, baby.” He half chuckles. “You will be too sore. Besides, it’s already morning, so your night’s up!” I must look confused. “I said I would fuck you all night, so consider yourself fucked.” He slaps my bottom and lifts me from the bath. I am engulfed by the enormous towel he wraps around me, and he methodically dries every inch of my body. Picking me up again, he carries me to the bed and crawls in beside me, pulling me back into his arms. His warm naked body aligned perfectly with mine, a perfect fit. I sigh as he kisses my hair.
“Daniel.” I whisper not sure if he is asleep already.
“Yes.” His
voice is soft, and it sounds like it is only a matter of minutes before he is.
“Thank you.” I want to say more, but at the least I want him to hear this.
“Goodnight, Miss Thorne.” I can’t prevent the silent tear, which escapes my eye at the disappointing return of my moniker.
I ACHE IN muscles I didn’t know existed as I embrace the first stretch of the morning. The cotton sheets feel like silk and the bed is deep and luxurious, it takes only a moment to remember where I am. Not that I could confuse this bed with my own. I am, however, alone in the bed. The chill I feel is a stark contrast to the warm covers. I look at the indent of the pillow next to me. I think we barely moved at all last night, but Daniel has definitely moved now. The bathroom door is open, and I can hear no movement, no running water, no sounds at all. I sit up and see that the clothes that were strewn across the floor are no longer there, well, mine are. I sink back into the pillow. My hand rubs my temples to try and ease the pressure I know is about to build. Daniel has left. I take a deep breath and tell myself, ‘It is what it is, Bethany’. I did know that, and I did it, anyway, pretty sure I begged on a few occasions. It was a quick fuck, and it was good. Hell, it was amazing. Sofia had said to listen to my body, and I did, and it was fun. End-of! So that was the worst that came from letting go for once. Move on, Bets.
I swing my legs round and sit up, but I flinch at the soreness and aches, I am tender everywhere. Then, too quickly, the world falls away and my stomach rushes to my mouth. I run to the bathroom and quickly and noisily deposit the contents of my stomach. There isn’t much, and I am left dry heaving, exhausting my already spent and tired muscles. I collapse on the floor and press my fevered head to the cool tiled floor. Oh, God, this can’t be happening. I stand on shaking legs and return to the bedroom, slowly walking over to the sight that made me sick, makes me sick. There, on the nightstand, on top of my purse is cash, lots of cash. The tears, which were waiting until I had finished throwing up, fall freely and silently. Of course, this is the worst that could happen. I have honestly never cared what anyone said about me, never, really, and certainly not since John died, but to think that Daniel has paid me for last night rips my heart right out.
