Sex Becomes Her

by Regina Cole

He’d wondered if there would be a problem getting this stuff on the plane. Fortunately, he’d checked this bag. Of course, when he plucked the suitcase from the carousel, it’d had one of those “Screened by TSA” tags on it. At least he hadn’t been there for that part.

  Now, as he wheeled the suitcase down Eliza’s hall, he wondered which toy he should use. The flogger? No, too soon for that. He wanted to get her mind into a more sensual place before they played that way. The image of her bare ass, dappled with sunlight through the trees above, popped into his mind.

  She’d begged him. “God, Chandler, please. Tie me up. Spank me. Fuck me in the ass, in the mouth, however you want to.”

  He’d tied her up and spanked her back in Hawaii. Well, it was a fun list. Why should he stop there?

  As he entered the bedroom again, Eliza had crawled up toward the headboard and nestled against the fluffy pillows. She looked at him with wide, interested eyes.

  “What have you got there?”

  “It’s my box of tricks. No peeking,” he admonished as she leaned over to get a look inside the suitcase’s now-open lid. “There are surprises in here for good girls.”

  That wrenched a laugh from her. “You’re not going to find any good girls in this bedroom.”

  “Fine, then. For girls so bad they’re good.” He removed the small pink plug from the suitcase, along with a bottle of lube. Kicking the lid closed behind him, he grinned.

  “Strip for me, baby, and I’ll show you what I’ve got.”

  Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “I’ve seen what you’ve got, and I know I want it.”

  Crossing her arms in front of her, Eliza lifted the hem of her T-shirt straight over her head. Chandler watched hungrily as she unbuttoned her jeans, shimmying them down her thighs. He set the plug on the table behind him and began to take his own clothes off as Eliza’s hand reached behind her to unfasten her bra.

  “God,” he moaned aloud when her breasts came into view. They were more beautiful than he remembered—round, their points a dusky, delicious pink. The tips hardened under his gaze, causing a similar response in his cock.

  “Panties, too,” he said when she stopped to watch him remove his boxers. His erection sprang free, pointing directly at her. Her lips were glistening from where she’d licked them, and he longed to press his hungry cock past their softness and into the heat of her mouth.

  God, he was killing himself. He had to stop, had to slow down his headlong descent into heedless lust.

  Her. He had to watch her, help her past that threshold of anxiety into pleasure. She was halfway there already, her eyes dark and her hands wandering the planes of her nudity. Her panties had been tossed aside, a splash of pink against the dark floor.

  “Excellent,” he growled low, reaching over and picking up the plug. Without showing it to her, he placed it on the bed beside her.

  He stretched out beside her, his hardness probing against her thigh, and he kissed her. Slowly at first, tentative, gentle touches. Coaxing her into a higher plane. His tongue licked along her teeth, her tongue, seeking out and finding all those warm places in her mouth that he’d missed so much.

  Her arms wound around him, her leg hitching high on his hip. The slick wetness of her pussy came into contact with his thigh, leaving a hot, wet patch there. God, she was so wet and ready for him, and all they’d done was kiss! Eliza was amazing. Simply amazing.

  His hands wandered down her body, one hand finding her breast, the other caressing her ass. Her hips lifted against him and she rubbed her clit hard against his thigh. Tweaking her nipple, Chandler deepened their kisses. She met him, stroke for stroke, caress for caress, her fingers wandering over his shoulders, down his chest, between them to grasp the base of his cock. She squeezed lightly, moving her hand up and down in time with the thrusts of her hips.

  His balls tightened in warning, and he slid his hips back regretfully. Not yet. Soon enough he’d sink into her welcoming body, but for now he had other plans.

  He rose onto his knees and looked down at her, stroking his cock with one hand. She lay splayed open to his gaze, her breasts heaving with her ragged breaths. The glistening pink folds between her legs begged for his touch, his taste, but not yet. Something else first.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, reaching forward to touch her. She shivered as his fingers drew down between her pussy lips, sliding with her wetness. Pressing inward at her entrance, Chandler smiled at her gasp of pleasure. “But I want to experience more this time.”

  His finger, coated with her moisture, dragged lower until it was pressed against her puckered hole. Eliza’s eyes went wide and she scooted away from his fingers.

  “Did I hurt you?” He stopped, not moving his hand away.

  “No, I was just surprised.” Her words sounded breathy. He liked that.

  “You said you wanted this,” he reminded her as he pressed against her nether entrance again. She gripped the backs of her knees, squeezing her eyes shut tight as his finger slipped past the barrier. “Do you still?”

  “God.” The word hissed through gritted teeth. “That feels—Oh my God, Chandler. I can’t . . .”

  “Relax,” he said, stroking his aching cock with his free hand while one finger slid even further inside her. She was so tight, her body quivering with his invasion. Arching her back, she moaned his name, gripping her breasts and squeezing.

  He’d never seen anything sexier in his life.

  25

  Eliza gritted her teeth to keep from yelling aloud. She’d never imagined it could feel like this. She hadn’t ever had a partner willing to do all the things she’d dreamed of. She’d tried on her own, but it just wasn’t the same. Her experiments hadn’t adequately prepared her for Chandler putting his fingers there.

  It stretched with a decadent kind of burn, one that twisted her insides and made her long for more.

  Her hand wandered down her body and began a slow, easy motion between her legs. Her clit was begging for more as Chandler began to move his finger slowly, carefully, in and out.

  “You like that, don’t you.”

  It wasn’t exactly a question, but she answered him anyway. “God, yes. More.”

  The sound of a plastic lid popping open broke the quiet of the room, and Eliza opened her eyes when Chandler’s finger left her. It came back a moment later, its entrance aided by the slick feeling of lubricant.

  “Oooh,” she moaned, penetrating her pussy with two fingers. The pressure of Chandler’s fingers and her own inside her made her blood fire. An orgasm was mounting deep in her body, and she wanted it so, so bad.

  “Slow down, baby,” Chandler said, easing his fingers out of her. “The main event is coming. Don’t leave me behind.”

  She smiled at his unintentional pun. He reached down beside her and picked up an object that she really hadn’t noticed him putting there. He held it up for her examination.

  “Have you ever used one of these?”

  It had a small, flat base. Shaped like a small, slender Lava Lamp or rocket ship, with a narrow base flaring out slightly, then tapering to the end. She knew what it was. She’d tried to convince herself to buy one and beg Tyler to use it with her, but things had ended before she could get up the courage. Chandler didn’t need to know any of that, though.

  “No, but I know what it is.” Her breath came quicker as he lubricated the pink toy. Biting her lip, she watched as he brought it down to her ass.

  “This is a little bigger than my fingers. If it hurts, tell me, and I’ll stop.”

  “I will.” She wouldn’t. She wanted it, that little flare of discomfort that fanned the flames of her lust. That brief flash of pain that reminded her she was alive, and so was he, and together they could make a little island of heaven on earth.

  It started as a pressure, slipping past her resisting muscles. Gripping the covers on either side of her, she waited, counting her breaths. It filled her so deeply, so much she thought she’d break. The pain built, almost breaking
her from the passionate spell Chandler had woven over her, but then he reached his free hand between her legs and gave her clit some light, delicate strokes.

  “Easy, Liza. Relax. Breathe. Let me go slow.”

  The pain faded then, and pleasure grew in its place. Then the plug slid fully inside her, and Chandler stopped his delicate torture. Kneeling between her legs, he smiled down at her.

  “How does it feel now?”

  “Weird. Really good, but kind of odd at the same time.”

  “Just wait, baby. It’ll get better.” He stretched out on top of her, keeping his weight on his forearms. She kissed him, her tongue playing with his, her hardened nipples brushing against the hairs on his chest. Her insides wept for him, her pussy throbbing with the want. Somehow it felt tighter, more aching than usual. The butt plug? It had to be. It was driving her crazy, his body trapping hers against the softness of her bed, his hard, hot cock rubbing against her inner thigh. She wanted it.

  “Please.” She tore her mouth away, but Chandler didn’t relent in his ardent assault. His mouth devoured her neck, nibbling the tendons along the side, nipping across her collarbone and kissing her shoulder.

  “Not yet.” His voice was almost a growl as his kisses moved downward. First one nipple, then the other, each of them getting the same kisses, nips, and nibbles before Chandler’s mouth moved farther downward. Eliza’s fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue dipped into her navel. She couldn’t stop her hips from lifting higher, her pussy from echoing her heartbeat. She pulled his hair gently, begging for more.

  She wanted his kiss.

  He moved lower, his soft lips brushing against her freshly waxed pubis. Thank God she’d taken a trip to the next town over for a Brazilian last weekend. It was definitely paying off now.

  His hands parted her and his breath blew across her trembling flesh.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  She didn’t have time to respond before his mouth sealed over her pussy. Her gasp was loud, her moan afterward even more so. His tongue dragged down from her clit to her entrance and up again. Playing at her opening, then suckling her clit, he moved back and forth until she thought she would die. But then, with one hand, he started a gentle, slow rotation of the plug in her ass.

  Her lower belly tightened and her clit throbbed hard. She was coming, she was so close, she was almost there....

  “Chandler!” Her hips lifted, begging for more, begging for his penetration.

  He didn’t wait. His mouth was at her weeping pussy one minute, then sealed over her own the next. The taste of her own moisture was so erotic. She suckled his tongue like he’d suckled her clit, laving and licking at his mouth. Then the hot, slick head of him prodded at her entrance.

  “Please, now, fuck me!”

  “I don’t—Condom—” His groan nearly made her lose her mind. No. No fucking way she was going to let him make her wait any longer.

  “Fuck me now, Chandler!”

  His groan of surrender turned into a growl of pleasure as he penetrated her so deep. God, the fullness. She was stretched so much. The pressure wound around her mind and dragged her deep into a red mist of passion. Her body wasn’t hers anymore; it was possessed by a demon. A clawing, fucking, screaming demon. His cock was so hot, and then he moved it. In and out, over and over, a sheen of sweat covering them both. He came to his knees and lifted her hips to his pelvis, fucking and fucking, deeper and harder, her wetness covering them both.

  Eliza gripped her breasts, teasing her nipples, both for the feeling and for the sight of Chandler’s face. His eyes were dark, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he fucked her. Deeper and harder, the pressure from the plug and the size of his cock filling her so much. Pinching her nipples hard, just for a tiny spark of pain to heighten the sensation, Eliza cried out.

  “Are you going to come for me?” Chandler kept one hand on her hip, but the other splayed over her lower belly. Drawing his index finger down from her belly button to her clit, he said it again. “Liza, come for me.”

  One stroke on her clit. Two. Three. He was timing his deep, quick thrusts with light circles on her clit. Over and over, the rhythm was in her blood, in her brain, driving her mad.

  She couldn’t wait any longer.

  The orgasm washed her under like an ocean wave. For long moments, her body shuddered and shook, her insides fluttering with pleasure. Her gasps were ragged, loud, rough against Chandler’s low moan.

  In the next second, Chandler pulled out and shot hot jets of cum over her belly. His hands rested atop her knees, and they stared at one another for a long minute.

  Slowly Eliza’s brain came back online. The pink plug was still in her ass. There was jizz dribbling over one hip. She was sweaty, both from her own body and Chandler’s. Her legs felt like they were made of meringue, and she seriously doubted if she was going to be able to stand anytime soon.

  That. Was. Incredible.

  “I’m sorry.” Chandler hung his head. He was still breathing hard, like a racehorse who’d just crossed the finish line.

  “What?”

  “I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have . . . Damn.” Without saying anything else, he moved off the bed and left the room. The bathroom door clicked shut, and Eliza shivered, wrapping her arms around herself.

  What had just gone wrong?

  The faucet squeaked as Chandler killed the water’s flow. Drying his hands on a worn teal towel hanging by the sink, he carefully avoided looking in the mirror.

  Damn. That was beyond stupid. Even though he’d avoided orgasm while inside her, bareback sex wasn’t something he’d anticipated on this trip. Why hadn’t he insisted on waiting the brief second it would have taken to put on the condom?

  But I have to admit, it felt fucking amazing.

  That didn’t matter. It was irresponsible, and Eliza deserved better than that from him. A sigh escaped him as he grabbed a washcloth from the rack above the commode and began to soap it up.

  A timid knock on the door interrupted him.

  “Yeah?”

  “Can I come in?” Eliza’s voice was small and thin through the bathroom door.

  “Sure.” Chandler lifted the soapy cloth from the sink as the door squeaked open.

  She stood there in the doorway, a light yellow robe hanging from her shoulders. It didn’t quite meet in the front, and she was still naked beneath it. Her hair was wild, her lips were swollen, but her mouth was drawn down at the corners and her eyes looked suspiciously moist.

  “I was coming to wash you off,” Chandler said, lifting the cloth. “I didn’t mean to leave you like that. Here.” He moved her robe to the side and began to clean the evidence of his orgasm away from her skin.

  Eliza’s hair fell forward as she looked down at his hands. “I thought you might be mad at me.”

  “What? Why would you think that?” He wasn’t stupid. He knew she’d misinterpreted his quick departure from her bed. Kind of a dick move, but he wasn’t exactly thinking clearly again.

  “I don’t know, maybe it was bad?”

  He rinsed the cloth out and wiped the suds away from the skin of her stomach and hip. “I think you know better than that.”

  She looked at his face then, and his mouth suddenly went dry. Damn it, he was fucking this up.

  “I was mad at myself, not you. I lost my head there and should have grabbed a condom. Too little, too late, I know, but I don’t have any STDs. And if you were to get pregnant—”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down there.” Eliza took a step back, but her heel caught the hem of her robe and she stumbled. Chandler caught her arm and steadied her.

  “I just wanted to say I’d take care of you, no matter what. I take responsibility for my actions. And I’m really sorry that I didn’t this time.”

  “Before I almost fell on my ass, I was about to say you don’t need to worry about that. I’m on the Pill, and I’ve been tested, too. All clear.”

  A sigh of relief escaped Chandler, a
nd he laid the rinsed-out cloth on the edge of the sink. “Good. It doesn’t excuse what I did, but I’m glad to know that it should be okay.”

  A smaller hand crept into his, feminine fingers curling between his own digits. Eliza’s head leaned against his shoulder, and his arm lay between her breasts as she hugged it.

  “It’s okay anyway. I know we haven’t really talked about what to call this, I mean, you and me, but I want you to know that for me, there’s really only you. So we don’t have to use anything if you don’t want to.”

  He stared straight ahead into the bathroom mirror, trying to get a look into her eyes, but her face was hidden in his bicep and her hair covered her cheek. She squeezed his hand and took a deep breath as his heart began to pound.

  “I don’t know why you’re interested in me, but I’m glad you are. And I’m extra glad to have you here with me.”

  “I’m glad, too,” Chandler said, then pressed a kiss atop her head. For a moment they stood there, not saying a word, Eliza hugging his arm and Chandler breathing in the scent of her shampoo. His heart felt lighter, his body felt stronger; in fact, everything was better with Eliza close to him.

  After a long, tender moment, just when Chandler was starting to really believe that this was the closest he’d felt to any other human being, Eliza sighed and let go of his hand.

  “I hate to bring this up,” she said, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. She turned and lifted the back of her robe. “But what’s the best way to remove this thing?”

  A snort of mirth escaped Chandler as Eliza bent over and waggled her ass at him. The pink plug was still there between her cheeks.

  The bathroom echoed with their combined laughter for a long moment. Chandler gripped the edge of the counter in a vain attempt to catch his breath. His chest felt full, light, and the source of that feeling was standing beside him and wiping tears of laughter from her still-pink cheeks.

  He was really afraid that he might be totally in love with this woman.

  “I was kidding. I can take it out myself. But somehow I think the removal might be a little less sexy than the insertion, so maybe you could give me a minute?”