by M. J. Fields
He took my hand and placed it under the water and wrapped it around his thick cock and starting moving it up and down under his hand. “Every time we have been in the same room this happens.” He let go of my hand and took his finger and slide it up and down my slit. “I know you feel the same. I’ve known it from the minute I set eyes on you.”
His forehead was against mine and his fingers were skillfully working me into a tizzy. His eyes penetrated me like no one else’s ever had. I could cum just looking at him.
He pushed a finger inside of me and I sucked air through my teeth and he let out a low rumble from deep in his chest as I stroked his shaft faster. His eyes held mine captive as I was overtaken with the heat that consumed my body, the muscles clenching inside of me, and the fact that I was holding him in my hand stroking him, giving him as much pleasure as he was giving me made me feel formidable even in his presence.
“God it feels so good, Bekah, this is what I mean. Tell me you feel this too, the fire between us.”
My muscles contracted and my pulse quickened as he curled his finger up hitting me exactly where he knew would cause me to burst and then he quickly pulled his finger out and slid me up his thigh as he stretched out his leg. “Right here is the first place your pussy went off on me Kitten.”
He pushed my hips against his leg hard and made sure my swollen clit rubbed its way up his muscular leg. He wrapped my legs behind his back. “I want to make love to you with the passion I feel between us and fuck you with violent lust. Can you handle that?”
“Yes, oh God, yes.” I pushed against his leg.
“I will do what I please to you and you’ll know that it’s to please you without hesitation or question.”
“Aww oh, fuck yes.” He pulled his leg down when I was ready to cum.
“I won’t make excuses for my past and you won’t either. We stand by each other as we see where this leads us outside of the bedroom, Bekah.” I was in agony and needed to cum. “I know what you need but you need to agree to this, too. Tell me you’re willing to try.”
“Yes, oh God yes, please.” I gripped him harder and his body tensed.
“Not just because you know how good the physical part of this is.” He hissed and pulled back as he pushed me away.
I knew there was no way I hid the disappointment in my face and his knowing little smirk across his face confirmed that nothing could be hidden as he stood in the bath. His cock was inches from my face and I wanted it so bad.
As he stepped out I smacked his tight round perfect ass and he laughed conceitedly. “You’re not very nice.”
“You didn’t answer me.” He leaned over and gripped my hair and kissed me hard. “Don’t stay in here stewing babe, meet me in bed and take all that frustration out on me.”
He stood and stroked himself a few times while I watched, panting no less, and I slid down deep in the water as he chuckled and walked out.
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I walked out into the bedroom area and there he was lying on the bed, completely naked, uncovered with his hands behind his head. “I was almost ready to come back in there and make sure you hadn’t drowned.”
I looked up at the ceiling and blew out a breath slowly, trying to calm my heart beating wildly inside my chest.
“Would you quit fucking standing there and get your hot ass back in this bed?”
I walked around the bed and climbed up and sat back on my heels ready to do this, this talking thing. “Could you cover up so we can talk?”
“Could you take that towel off so I can see your tits?”
“No, you’re …not playing fair. You laying there all naked and…”
“You could be doing the same.” He reached for my towel and I smacked his hand and he tried not to smile.
“I’m not good at relationships.” I looked down and played with the towel’s corner.
“I’ve never been in one.” He bowed his head and looked me in the eye.
“Never?” Yeah right, I thought to myself.
“No honestly I haven’t, Bekah. I never wanted one until recently. I’m a picky bastard too, so I was in no hurry until I met you.”
“You’ll hurt me,” I whispered.
“You could do the same to me.”
“We barely know each other.” I felt myself begin to scowl.
“We know each other well enough. How many people start a relationship working together for two weeks…five, sometimes six days a week?”
“I don’t know.”
“Tell me what your biggest fear is.”
“Getting hurt.”
“Mine, too. I think it’ll be worth the risk.”
“That it’s just sex.”
“Great sex, and I need a partner who can keep up. To me, it’s a very important part of a relationship.”
He lay back on the pillow and pulled me down, wrapping his arms around me. “We’re going to talk, get some bugs worked out.”
“I really have enjoyed becoming friends with you.” He smiled and rubbed my back.
“As much as you enjoy this?” He reached down and pulled my leg across his body and kneaded his hands on my ass.
“Are you planning to torture me with touch and then pull away and make me feel embarrassed and empty.”
“Oh yeah, my bad. Sorry about that Kitten, but I needed answers.”
“But you don’t now?”
“You’re in bed with me, it’s kind of hard to not touch you.” He lifted my chin and kissed me.
“Try, this was your idea.” I went to pull away and he held me still.
“Fine, let’s chat. You and I, you good with that?”
“Yes, I think we could…”
“Perfect, good enough.” He rolled over on top of me and pulled the towel apart making me giggle. “I want to spread whipped cream all over your body and lick it off. Then I want to place very cold strawberries in unspeakable places and nibble them until you can’t take anymore. Then I am going to…”
“I need to get home before he wakes up, and then…”
He growled and sat up. “I cannot wait to get you back to the shore.”
“Trust me when I say this, I cannot wait to get away from here, either.”
He reached over and grabbed his phone. “Kitten, it’s only two in the morning, what time does he wake?”
“Four-thirty, sometimes five.”
“Okay, great. So tell me as much as you want to about why he thinks he can treat you like he does.”
“You sure we have to do this?”
“Let me think…yes, Bekah, I want us to get to really know one another.”
“Are your parents divorced?”
“No, my father died a couple years ago.”
“In the service?”
“No, he died during the hurricane. He was helping with search and rescue.”
“I’m sorry.
“Me too. So back to you.”
“My mother and father never had a good relationship. My father was always in charge and she was always to do what she was told. He wasn’t nice to her. When my brother Chris graduated, my father caught her with another man and all hell broke loose. They split and I was in my senior year. I wanted to stay. I was angry at her for cheating, so I did.”
I looked up and he was staring intently into my eyes. “I’m sorry.” He rubbed my hands. “Do you have any more siblings?”
“No.”
“Why isn’t he here?”
“He and my Dad haven’t spoken since my parents split up. Okay, enough about me I want to know about you.”
“You already have the advantage here.” He lifted me and sat me on his lap. “You’ve met my entire family.”
He was steel beneath me again. “Tell me about your tattoos.”
“Which one?”
“Well I know about the one across your chest.” My fingers itched to touch it. “How about the one on your side?”
“Rib tat, Forever Steel, all four of us got it after Dad died.”
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sp; I looked at it and then down.
“You wanna know what that one is?”
He pointed to the lightning bolt with the number five.
“Yes, actually.” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You mockin’ the ink, Kitten?”
“Well it’s a lightning bolt with a five pointing at your…you know.”
“Why is that funny?”
“Clearly you’re fond of your skill and ability to please women. You’re bigger than a five, just kind of funny you’d advertise as such.” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, she has jokes.” He ran his finger up my side and I squirmed. “And she’s ticklish.”
I held his hand in place. “It’s funny, sorry.”
“New York Yankees, Joe DiMaggio was number five, Kitten.”
“Okay? So why not a Yankee’s symbol?”
“Too obvious, but I don’t just admire the man because of his skill on the ball field.”
“Okay so what else would make you do this?” I couldn’t help but trace it with my finger and his cock twitched and started to plump.
“He married my first love.”
“Oh I see.” I continued tracing it, and he continued to grow.
“I thought you wanted to talk, Kitten. You want that, you better stop finger fucking the ink.”
I stopped and looked up at him. “Your first love, who was she?”
“Hmm, you better not talk about her either, it’s like foreplay to me.”
He was smirking.
“Should I be offended?”
“Well, she was my first sexual experience. The only woman in my past that I still think about often, so maybe. I hope it isn’t a problem for you.”
“Wow.” I sat up and looked at him and crossed my arms over my chest, pretending to pout.
He sat up and stuck out his delicious bottom lip. “I knew it would be a problem.” He smiled playfully. “You’ll just deal with it.”
He lunged at me and pushed me down under him and bit my neck sending chills…everywhere.
“Joe DiMaggio was married to the very beautiful Marilyn Monroe. My first sexual experience was this hand.” He held it up and then grabbed my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. “And her in my head. She was curvy and very beautiful. Maybe that’s why this attraction to you began and would not go away.”
“She really wasn’t that big you know.”
“She was a size twelve, Kitten.”
“In today’s standards, that’s like a two, Zandor.”
“She had meat on her bones, big tits, and an ass. Men like that shit, a steak not just a bone.” He pushed against me and my knees fell open to him. “Hmm, you want a steak, Kitten?”
I didn’t answer, I couldn’t. His mouth was wrapped around my breast and he was rubbing himself against me.
“Answer a couple questions, Kitten and I will feed you prime rib.” He rolled his hips, making his thick hard cock rub against my clit.
“Please,” I whispered trying not to cum yet.
“You’ll try this girlfriend boyfriend thing with me?”
“Yes.” I held onto his neck and nipped him like he had me.
“I won’t ask next time I want to fuck you I will just take and you’ll be alright with that?”
“Uh huh.” My voice cracked, I wanted him so badly and he knew it.
“That’s a good kitty,” his voice purred in my ear.
He slammed into me and I nearly lost it.
“Aww, fuck, so damn hot and tight in here, Kitten.”
“Zandor, condom.”
“Shit! When we get back, you’re going on the pill. I’ve never ridden bareback before and this is so good, so fucking good!”
He continued rolling his throbbing cock inside of me and I was loving it, but he needed a condom, I didn’t want to make that mistake.
“Stop, please, just for a minute.”
“Aww, fuck!” He pulled out swiftly and leaned over the bed and grabbed the already open box of condoms that sat next to the cream and strawberries.
I watched him smirk and grab the bowl. “Did you know I love to paint?”
He was looking down at me mischievously.
“I didn’t know that.”
“Hmm, I really enjoy finger painting.” He straddled me and dipped his long finger into the bowl of fresh whipped cream. “You’re a beautiful canvas.”
He rubbed his finger across my lips and bent down and kissed me. “Tasty, too.”
He rubbed more cream across my nipples and smiled. “I need a picture of this.”
He started to lean over and I grabbed his cock. “I don’t think so.”
“Hmm, my Kitten is a hungry kitty. Let’s see what I can do to fix that.”
I about lost my mind when he dipped the head of his penis in the dish and sat up on his knees. He was definitely a naughty, naughty boy, and I really loved it.
He ran his cock across my lips. “Taste it, Kitten.”
“Mmm, very good.” I licked my lips and the head.
“More?”
“Please.” I smiled.
“You’re beautiful, but you’ll have to wait. I need nourishment before I fuck you hard enough that it’s all you think about until we do it again. I’m going to spread cream all over your sweet little pussy and then eat strawberries from it and you’re going to let me.”
I was not going to argue when it came to sex with him, ever. He was Eros, and I was under his spell. God help me, I have killed the diet.
His skill was like no other, his tongue teased and pleased me until I was clay in his hands. My self-consciousness was erased by each word of praise, and each flick of his skillful tongue against my clit. He took time to move up my body teasing my tits and taking my mouth and tongue.
When there was no more cream to lick or suck from my body, he placed strawberries on me and as promised in unspeakable places. I would never look at a strawberry again and not remember the way Zandor Steel rubbed several up and down my slit and then brought them to my lips.
“Hold this in your mouth.” He was as breathless as I was and he chewed it as he licked my mouth and bit my lips. “You’re now my favorite fantasy, Bekah.”
He grabbed the last strawberry and his eyebrow raised and he lay down. “Climb up here.”
It was ridiculous how agreeable I was to whatever he asked, but it felt good, on several different levels.
A sat astride him and he grabbed behind my knees and pulled me so I sat high on his stomach.
He spread my legs wide and parted me with his fingers. He held the strawberry in his other hand and gave a smirk and a very dark chuckle. “You sit still now, Kitten.” He spread my legs farther. “Don’t move.”
He pushed two fingers into me. “How…oh Zandor…how do I not fucking move?”
He was fingering me hard and fast. “Control, Kitten.”
He pulled his fingers out and pushed the strawberry into me.
“Cold.”
“Only for a minute.” He nipped my inner thighs, and I squealed in delight and covered my mouth. “I would love to take a picture of the view from here, you should let me.”
“No way… OH GOD!”
He pulled me up and started licking and sucking around the strawberry shoved half inside me. I grabbed the headboard and screamed his name.
“That’s right, Kitten,” he said as he chewed on the strawberry, its juice dripping down his chin. “So delicious.”
He buried his face between my legs, licking, sucking, and fucking me with fingers and tongue. I was seeing stars, dizzy, burning. “Oh Zandor!”
I exploded into the heavens as he slid down away from me. From behind me his arms wrapped around my waist. His fingers circled my clit as he held one hand against the wall in front of us. “Kiss me damn it.”
I turned my head back and his lips met mine as he pushed deep inside of me.
“FUCK! Hang on, ”
I held tight to the headboard and his hands held my hips f
rom behind as he fucked me doggy style, hard, and fast. I felt his heavy balls slapping against me as his throbbing cock rammed into me mercilessly until I came again, screaming out his name.
He continued until my arms could barely hang on.
He pulled us back. “Head down, ass up, Kitten, I need to cum.”
His fingers dug into my hips as he pumped into me at least twenty more times before he came, growling, panting, and yelling my name.
He rolled over onto his back and rubbed my ass, still raised in the air as I panted into the mattress.
“You are so good, Kitten.”
“Then you’re fucking amazing.”
“Yeah I am huh?” He pulled me against him and enveloped me in his arms.
“I need to go.”
“The walk of shame.” He yawned.
I laughed. “Yeah, that’s always a good time.”
He sat up. “I’m gonna go grab the SUV, and you can drive it home. That way I know you’ll be coming back.”
“I’m going to drive your new car?” I was shocked.
“Yep.”
He stood up and pulled off the condom and looked at it disgusted, “I’m serious about the pill, Bekah. If I’m gonna do this boyfriend thing, and I really want to, I expect to be able to fill you with my cum.”
The way he looked at me made me laugh. “I’ve caved on the whole sex thing because you’re really good at leading.”
“In all things, Bekah,” he winked.
“I wouldn’t go on the pill because a man told me I had to.”
I stood and grabbed my clothes.
“Your man told you to, there’s a difference.” He grabbed my shirt out of my hands and pulled it over my head and then kissed my nose.
“Go fetch me my man’s car.” I smacked his ass and he grinned.
“You gonna go on the pill, please.” his bottom lip stuck out and he batted his eyes.
“You’ll need to get a checkup, I don’t want any diseases. You’ve already said you’re a slut.”
He grabbed my face. “We had pasts, both of us. I’m no slut and neither are you. Let’s say we were both experimenting.” He kissed me sweetly and it made me smile. “You’re fucking beautiful, Bekah.”
He pulled on his jeans, leaving his underwear free and I grabbed his shirt. “Bend.”
