by Alice Ward
Her words filtered past my fixation on her glistening pussy. “Work together?”
I didn’t work with people. They worked for me.
But the word, “Yes…” came out of my mouth.
She lifted up off me, sliding slowly, torturously to the tip and hovering.
It took a second for me to dig my heels into the mattress, then, without giving her any warning, I slammed my hips upward, driving myself into her, gripped her hips and rocked her down until they slapped against mine, and thumbed her clit.
She wailed as her inner muscles clenched around me, her wide eyes meeting mine.
“Just working with you to fuck properly.” I grinned and let her loose, except for her hardening bundle of nerves, which I flitted my thumb over at a fast pace.
“Ahh, it’s supposed to promote total cooperation, both partners need to be in unison with each other in order to reach sexual harmony.” Two lines appeared between her eyebrows as she ground down on me, rocking back and forth in small jutting movements.
“Is that so?” But I still hadn’t hit her spot. “Lean back more.”
She obeyed, lost in the feelings I was eliciting in her center. I gripped her hips and thrust upward, tightening my ass, making my hips roll.
When the tip of my cock jammed right over her g-spot, she screamed, and I almost lost control. I was pulsing with her, slipping in farther with each thrust, and the friction it was creating was insane. This angle had my cock hitting her “yoni” walls, scraping back and forth. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to flip her over on the bed, pin her arms up over her head, and pound into her until I exploded.
This rhythm was slow and sensuous as she burst above me, and I held her hips tight to mine, letting her grind down on me. What we were doing was drawing feelings from me that had never happened during sex before. Feelings like… I wanted to pleasure her above myself, wanted her hand to run down my chest, on down, circling her body then dipping in to cup my balls. I closed my eyes, caressed her legs, and mirrored her motions until that familiar heat rose from the very center of me.
I was about to blow, we had to switch gears.
“What’s the next one?” I asked, trying to hide the tension it took to hold back my orgasm.
Still in a kind of sexual hypnosis, she picked up the booklet, but it took her a moment to focus on the page. While she was concentrating, I slipped out of her and sat up, pulled her close to me and took one of her glorious breasts into my mouth. My tongue knew its geography, and I sucked and lapped until I couldn’t help myself and let my teeth close on her tight nipple.
She squealed and warned, “No biting,” but moved her body in closer to mine, her face flushing with heat.
I finished with that nipple and smiled. “I can’t promise, but I’ll try.” Moving to the neglected breast, I sucked on that nipple until it was tense and hard. I smoothed my hands gently over her breasts, touching her turgid buds with my fingertips. “So, what does it say?” I asked, pinching her nipple and making her jump. A little payback.
She showed me the picture, and I laughed. “You sure you’re up for this?” I knew this wouldn’t be her favorite way to have sex.
“Sure.” She smiled and shrugged. “It says this position, with the woman’s yoni exposed to the air, allows the man to explore her and worship the beauty of her sex. Penetration from this position is deep and fulfilling for both partners. I like deep and fulfilling,” she purred.
She was a good sport. I could see her struggling with the concept, but she lifted her legs in the air, spread them as wide as she could and rolled backwards until her knees were behind her head.
Her pussy and ass were up and splayed. I had full, unbridled access.
In the picture, the man’s cock entered her vagina from the top. I loved this position as it gave me lots of leverage to thrust in deep, and with her as prone as she was, she’d feel every inch of me. My cock was jumping for joy.
“I might like this very much,” I said as I knelt, leaning down so my mouth hovered over her pussy, and kissed the soft skin of her labia. I inhaled the scent of coconut oil and the ambrosia of her sex, a mixture that tempted my tongue to lapped at her folds. She sucked in a breath, and I flicked my tongue in a quick circle around her awakened clit before I dove my tongue into her slick heat as deep as I could. She couldn’t wiggle too much in this position, just had to take the onslaught as her arousal flooded my mouth.
“Good girl,” I said as I withdrew my tongue and looked at her cute little puckering asshole. All’s fair in love… so, I oiled up my fingers just the way she did and ran my thumb across the pucker, tracing the ridges. There’d be more time another day to explore this spot more thoroughly, but I thought I’d test her tolerance. She was already moaning, so a little dip wouldn’t hurt. I wiggled my finger near her tight entrance until it gave, then slipped it in.
She yelped and took some deep breaths as I slid the digit in and out of her, giving her only a little. I watched her face as she bit her lip, released it, and licked the swollen lower portion. She’d done better than I’d imagined she would.
Grabbing a wipe, I cleaned my hands, even though I was dizzy with desire. When I was finished, it was time to claim her pussy. I positioned my cock at her entrance then pressed my hips forward, clenching my jaw as my dick slid into her. I heard a sharp intake of breath as her tight center grabbed my cock. God, it was glorious. There was something to be said about Kamasutra, it was fucking mind-blowing.
I was in the dominant position above her, but the tightness of her vagina was such an obstacle to deep, hard thrusting, that in a way, she was controlling how deep, fast, and hard I went. I had to go slow and fit my engorged cock into her narrow channel as I let her slickness lubricate us until I’d widened her enough to pick up the pace.
When I did, it was euphoric. I didn’t want to slam my cock in, as I usually did. Her pussy held me snug inside, and I realized that a gentle ride would be good for both of us. Already, my insides were tense from holding back, and I needed to last until we finished the final position.
What I didn’t expect were the tiny whimpers of Ava’s orgasm as she fisted around me. The sound was lyrical, and when I watched her eyes roll up in her head, I would have admitted it was spiritual too. I’d made her come twice now, by becoming aware of her body’s needs on a deep, physical, and emotional level. Fuck, it was intense, but the familiar fingers tightened in my chest, telling me that I’d cracked open a door. I knew I needed to slam it shut and add a layer of bricks in front of it.
But, damn, she felt so good. My balls clenched tight, and with an iron will, I reluctantly slid my cock out of her deliciously warm pussy and took deep breaths, feeling bereft of her the moment I was out, which was very strange for me. Gritting my teeth, trying for the willpower to not just say fuck it to this contest, I leaned down and kissed her sweet pussy, feeling such overwhelming affection for Ava in that moment. I then helped her uncurl from her position as she groaned, her limbs rubbery.
“What’s the last one?” I asked, cradling her in my lap as I looked over her shoulder while she flipped through the book to the last marked page.
“Hmm.” The sound she made was sweet and full of longing as she looked at the picture of a man and woman in a deep embrace, the woman straddling the man, sitting in his lap, their arms wrapped around each other as they kissed.
It was a sweet picture of two people making love to each other. Of course, this was what she wanted, what every woman wanted. Loving, face-to-face intercourse, where it seemed as if their souls met.
“In this position, the pleasure is doubled, double hugs, two eyes seeking out each other’s souls,” I rolled my eyes behind her as she read, “two people in the active position sharing each other’s ecstasy and joy.” Done with the passage, she looked up at me with a kind of giddy delight.
Sweat broke out on my upper lip. I couldn’t do this. The couple in the picture were so close, sharing everything, her in more control than him.
I fisted and unfisted my hand. I wanted to bury myself in her. My cock throbbed, threatening to burst just thinking about being in her sweet pussy. But imagining her face so close to mine made my breath hitch up a notch, my lungs feel like they were filling with cement.
“Lucas? Are you okay?”
I swallowed and nodded. What was wrong with me? People had sex like this all the time, every day. Why was it the thought of…
Her hand wrapped around my cock. Pumped. Down. Up.
“Here goes nothing,” she said as she leaned in close, her lips hovering over mine. Her hand moved again. Down. Up.
My torso stiffened, my spine going rigid, and my legs automatically mirrored the man in the picture’s position.
She gracefully took her place and smoothed her hand through my hair. I was so bone hard, it was difficult to concentrate on anything but her hand surrounding me. I was still wound tight while, with her two orgasms, she was loose and languid. I knew she was using my state to try out what she wanted. Surprisingly, her gesture cooled me some, as something soft and fragile traveled from where she touched me to swirl around in my chest. I drew her in closer and revised my strategy, lifting her onto my aching cock.
We both gasped at the sensation, this time eye to eye. Her pupils were blown, making her eyes much darker than usual. Her skin was covered with a fine sheen that accentuated her skin tone.
She settled her hips over mine, and we rocked in sync with each other. Her arms went around my neck, and when I would have caught them, she brought her lips to mine and surprised me by biting down on my lower lip. A growl rumbled in my chest, and my hands went to her ass, pulling her up then pressing her down. The air around us heated as her tongue flicked into my mouth and mine dueled with it, our eyes open, watching the other, so present together.
The heat seemed to meld our bodies, and she nestled herself more solidly before torturing me with slow, easy movements. Up then down. Hard. Making our skin slap together. Fast, as I gripped her ass and urged her on. While it was rougher than we’d been all evening, she was still in charge of the pace. I knew her more passionate speed was solely to give me relief, and I appreciated the gesture.
She watched me closely as I leaned back on one hand, wrapped my other around her waist and lifted my legs, giving me some leverage as I met her thrusts. I couldn’t hold myself together much longer, I was so near the end.
“I’m going to come.” I groaned and was helpless as she lifted herself off of me and dove her hand over my cock. To my surprise, she rolled the condom off in one smooth motion then began pumping me until I was shooting load after load of cum onto her beautiful stomach and breasts. The action was so unexpected, so amazing that the orgasm just kept going and going, much longer than I ever remembered an orgasm lasting.
When it was over, it left me speechless. This entire exercise was strangely emotional for me. I was overwhelmed with emotions I hadn’t experienced in… maybe ever.
I scooped Ava up in my arms and laid us down, my cock cooling between us.
“Wow,” I managed to utter as I nestled my head on the pillow.
“Wow,” she repeated as she stroked her hand along my arms and chest. “Thank you.”
My body was spent, and yet I was still energized. I could have taken her again if my cock was up for it, but it wasn’t. And, I had a strange desire to preserve the feelings I was having in this moment. I ran my fingers over her cheek, down her neck, tracing her collarbone, dipping over her shoulder and along her arm. There was a hum between us still, even when we were barely touching. I hadn’t noticed it before, so it had to have come from the intimacy I’d allowed to happen between us.
I decided to hold her for a while and say nothing, just let our bodies speak for themselves.
After the sweat had dried, I was ready for a shower. To my surprise, I wanted her in there with me. Before Ava, my shower was almost sacred alone time. So much had changed since she’d entered my life.
Before I could stop my lips from opening, I’d turned my head to her. “Would you like to join me for a shower?”
She smiled the glowy smile of a woman held after mind-blowing orgasms. “I’d love to.”
God, she was beautiful.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Ava
I never would’ve thought making love to Lucas would be as good as it was last night. He was caring and attentive, and for the first time since meeting him, I could see him letting his feelings take control.
With the help of Kamasutra, he’d bared his soul to me, which was what I needed in order to, hopefully, get into his fortress. The one he guarded with whips and chains.
My muscles screamed when I sat up on the edge of the bed. I couldn’t believe I learned to ski and practiced Kamasutra — three positions! — in the same day. I felt like I could’ve slept for a week.
On the way to the coffee pot, I picked up a new card lying on the table near the door. Ripping it open, naughty butterflies awakened in my stomach. My heart sank when I read the words.
CHALLENGE #8
Build a Snowman
Today you will be working as a team to build the best snowman possible.
Everything you need is waiting for you outside.
The most unique wins.
When I woke Lucas, he cursed something about his uncle imparting manual labor and being obsessed with snow activities. He was in a better mood after coffee, and we all filed into the den hoping for an announcement of winners for the past challenges.
Lucas’s uncle was there, his eyes gleaming in a way that made me hope that there really weren’t hidden cameras in the bedroom.
“Good morning to all. This next challenge will be a chance to have a little childish fun. Before that, though, allow me to announce the winners of challenges six and seven, which involved an intimacy that I’m sure was challenging. Once again, since there is nothing but privacy in the bedrooms, we must go on the moods of the couples and what their reactions show us. One couple took both challenges due to their seeming connection and cooperation with each other. The winner is… Mason and Isabella.”
Lucas whipped his gaze to Mason, who picked up Isabella and swung her around. Their wins put the contest abruptly in Mason and Isabella’s favor.
“Unacceptable,” Lucas muttered, his jaw clenched, eyes narrowed. “And due to their connection? I have to up my game. How will I do that building a fucking snowman?”
Despair was like a weight in my chest. Was the connection between us only a façade? Only Lucas trying to win the competition?
I sighed as we braved the outdoors, me a bit stiffer than the time before. I blinked in the bright light, then gasped at how much deeper the snow was today.
I congratulated Isabella and Mason, but Lucas went right to the snowman supplies, getting started without a discussion. I let him lead, sensing that last night had been a bit much for him, and he needed this to burn off steam. By the time we were halfway done, I realized our snowman wasn’t a man. It was a snow woman, who was built like a brick shithouse and sported tits so big they could practically be named mountain ranges. As I helped, anger was creeping into my system. I didn’t want to think about the women he’d had before or his appetite that smacked of unnatural to me.
Agitated, I picked up some snow, formed it into a ball and lobbed it at Lucas’s head. At first, he didn’t know how to react. He just looked at me dumbfounded, so I tossed another one at his finely chiseled chest.
His brow furrowed, and he didn’t seem too amused.
For a second I felt a tiny finger of fear. Was this the real Lucas? This angry, tit-focused man? I hadn’t known him for more than a few days. Last night had been touching, and I thought I’d broken through to him, but maybe it was just a thing he’d tried. I couldn’t get my hopes up that he would drop his armor and let me in.
I wasn’t going to let those thoughts get me down. Wanting to show him that I wouldn’t bow to his dominance, I bent over and started gathering snow for an even bigger ball. When
I turned to toss it at him, I got a face full of icy-cold. I wasn’t sure how to feel… happy that I’d got him to play or mad that my face was now frozen.
All I knew was this was war. I gathered up my ammo and went for his head, with the hope the snow would slide down into his clothing. When it hit him square on the chin, there was a roar as he dove to the snow pile.
I screamed, “No!” giddy and terrified. Laughter spilled out of me, the same it had in snowball fights as a kid.
He overtook me and rubbed snow down my neck, letting it melt past my collar as I screamed.
With all the noise Lucas and I were making, we got Mason and Isabella’s attention. Mason threw a snowball at Lucas, hitting his shoulder. Lucas turned and rushed at Mason with a snowball in his hand.
The snowmen were forgotten as the fight quickly switched to girls against the boys once Isabella and I ganged up on them. The guys were surprised by this shift in loyalties, but it gave me a boost when I saw in Isabella’s eyes the same mix of frustration and happiness I’d been experiencing.
The fight got pretty physical, with the boys tackling us, and were all covered from head to toe in snow. It went on and on, and I was exhausted, using all the strength I had to lob a snowball.
Isabella and I knew we were losing and came out from behind the bushes we’d been using as cover, Isabella blocking a snowball from Mason that ended up exploding in Lucas’s face. Time stood still as his expression changed from playful to angry. His eyes darkened as he faced Mason.
Isabella gasped beside me as Lucas threw a punch into Mason’s stomach, doubling him over. Mason recovered quickly and clocked Lucas with a right. Then they went down in the snow, grappling with each other. They rolled around in the snowdrifts, throwing punches and grunting as Isabella and I stood by helplessly watching.
I knew there’d been some animosity between them, but wondered now how deep it went. And whether this was helping or hurting.
