All Thorns Eve
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The sensation made her dizzy with pleasure and she sobbed out his name again and again, grinding against him, toes curling where her heel was hitched up to his shoulder. Her other leg wrapped around his hip, heel digging into his firm ass to drive him deeper into her.
He buried his face against her shoulder and his whole body shuddered with hers. Her blood was singing and her heart hammering so hard, every nerve on fire with the sensation of his body. “So good. Oh, Nina. Oh, gods, you are amazing. Don’t go. Don’t go. Please!”
“Not going anywhere! I’m here. I’ve got you.” She wished she had wings to wrap around him. Her arms and legs did not seem to be enough to sooth the emotional storm in the big man. He did not soften inside her either. He stayed rock hard and stuffed deep inside her even after he eased her leg from his shoulder and let her wrap arms and legs around him. The hot tears mixed with the water as he kissed from one side of her neck to the other.
Slowly he began to move his hips. At first, she thought he was going to slide all the way out of her and shifted her hips to guide him, but the moment his cockhead nearly slipped out, he paused. His breath caught and with a moan he slowly sheathed himself into her again until his body slapped hard against hers, driving her back into the wall.
They moaned together, and he lifted his face to gaze at her. His eyes searched hers as he repeated the movement and when she arched against him, meeting his thrust with a curl of her hips, he smiled very softly at her. “Again?” he asked, already drawing slowly out. Slow and steady.
“Ooh, yes!” she moaned and cried out as his thrust slammed deep and rough into her.
He took her, steadily increasing his speed until his cock was sliding in and out of her fast and hard. She gripped onto him to keep from being battered to pieces. Her moans of orgasm filled the whole room and likely the hall beyond as his perfect cock hit the right spot relentlessly, pounding into her through the second orgasm and the next.
His whole body arched and tensed with savage, rough thrusts as he came a second time, roaring out her name as he filled her with his cum. The steel and velvet length of his length both the most delicious and brutal cock she’d ever enjoyed. The only one she wanted to worship forever. She felt boneless and the sobbing of her pleasure shook her whole body. His lips kissed away her tears and he pulled her away from the wall and shifted her in his arms as he angled the warm water over her.
“I’ve got you, Songbird. Ohhh, I’ve got you, my love”
“Chaze…Oh, Chaze. Oh, fuck!” She nuzzled herself against his neck, letting the hot water and his careful hands sooth her.
He smiled down at her, drawing back his head, panting softly from the effort and admired her with a proud gleam in his eyes. “You all right, my sweet Songbird?”
She nodded, feeling a little disconnected with the world and anything else. She wanted to stay like this forever. Impaled on his cock and bruised while steamy water swirled around them. Even as she formed the thoughts though, she could tell that the hot water was fading.
He remained steely hard inside. “I’m going to put you down, sweetheart.” He kissed her cheeks to her nose to her lips before slowly adjusting and lifting her off his cock. He moaned against her neck as he slid off inch by inch as though it hurt him.
The hot rush of his cum trickled down her thighs now that his cock wasn’t trapping his seed inside her. She blushed as the reality of what they did crashed down on her. No condom. She loved that he never questioned her request once she’d begged for him to take her bare. It was so risky, but her man, her Chaze said he was up for the challenge. It was a crime to even think about using a condom with him. Her virgin. How could a condom ever fit around that huge organ anyway? She shivered, and he cuddled her warmly and began to soap her up as she trembled.
“I’m not letting you go, love. I’ve got you. I love you,” he whispered as he held her and washed her, moving the soap between her breasts and down her stomach, her limbs and between her thighs to her aching sex. Oh! She was so tender there. His huge hands were so careful with her though and his soft words, loving and full of the emotion that was overflowing from her.
“I love you too,” she replied, wanting to sing it loud. The smiled he fixed on her was radiant as he cupped her face. His mouth peppered small, soft kisses from one corner of her mouth to the other, sucking slow and lingeringly on her lower lip. “I love you, Chaze.” Oh, she loved saying that name. His name. He growled approval and agreement.
“Baby, hold into me. Hold on. Okay?” He helped her loop her arms around his shoulders and distantly she was aware that he was turning off the water and carrying her out of the shower and into the steamy bathroom. He slung the towel around her and carefully dried her, kissing her eyelids. “Are you all right, love? Did I hurt you? Please, don’t cry.”
She sniffled at last and nuzzled into his chest as he carried her to the bedroom. “I’m just happy. I’m so happy.” She sniffled into his furry chest and smiled. He was still dripping wet, but he cuddled her into the bed first and then stood there and dried himself as he watched her.
“I’m happy too, Songbird.” He did another pass of the towel over his body and his hair and tossed it in the general direction of the bathroom before climbing into bed with her. Pulling her into his arms, he circled them around her. “But you keep crying. I think I was too rough.”
“No! I just…can’t keep in the joy. I’ve never felt like this.” She lay her cheek into his chest, enjoying the wild thunder of his heart under her ear.
“Just rest, love. I have even more joy to give you later.” She felt his smile as he kissed her brow.
She didn’t actually fall asleep. She drifted in a bubble of pleasure and happiness while she caught her breath and recovered from the wild, rough sex. The soft touch of his fingers stroked through her hair and down her back, from her shoulders to her ass in caresses that were both teasing and exploring. When she lifted her head and looked at him, he smiled impishly at her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, answering his smile with one of her own.
“I’m familiarizing myself with every curve of your seductive body,” he answered and flashed a huge, gleaming smile.
“Uh-huh,” she whispered and shifted so she could press more fully against his body and discovered his cock hard and warm against her hip and stomach. When she pressed herself against him suggestively, he growled a low, hungry invitation for her to continue.
They didn’t get any sleep that night. The nap between orgasms didn’t not count. It wasn’t until the sun was lighting up their windows that they realized they had to untangle. They showered again together, much more careful this time as they were both almost too sore for pleasure. Except neither of them could keep their hands or mouths off each other.
She dried herself and looked in the mirror at the stranger who grinned back. This was a new Nina. A Nina with bite marks on her shoulders and livid bruises from hand prints on her pale skin. Her lover slipped closer to her with a towel slung low around his hips. His necklace of scars matched the hickeys he’d left on her. Their gaze met in the mirror and held.
She saw the concern in his eyes too. The spell was about to end!
His throat worked for a moment around the words he wanted to say but they seemed caught in his chest. His big hands settled on her hips, softly holding her as he bowed forward and kissed the bite he’d left on her skin.
“Let me come home with you?” she asked, and his eyes snapped up to catch her gaze again. His brows knitted as the tightness eased from his shoulders.
“You sure?”
Nodding, she turned and faced him, looking up into his eyes before cupping his face. “If you are all right with having me over. Maybe just for another…”
His lips kissed away her words and he growled low into her mouth, “You can stay as long as you like.” He wrapped her in his arms and nuzzled into her neck.
Nina closed her eyes and melted against his chest. Her world was about to become a whol
e lot more complicated, but now that she’d met this man and his unusual friends, she didn’t think she could pretend this didn’t happen. There was no going back to the life she had before.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Diana Rose Wilson
Diana Rose Wilson grew up under the shadow of the Mayacamas Mountains, raised by outlaws and bikers. She has been involved in the lifestyle since 1989 including working at a high-end adult boutique specializing in fetish, BDSM and LGBT merchandise. Her debut book is Wicked Masquerade, first in the Forbidden Secrets series. She has also been published in Finesse, a publication for the Thomas Keller Restaurant group.
Her mundane work experience spans the computer gaming industry, technology dot coms, hazardous waste disposal including the Gulf Oil spill cleanup, County Administration, and the culinary industry.
Currently, Diana lives in wine country with her husband, where she enjoys good wine, better food, loud Harleys, 3-day eventing, and the delights of deviant erotica. She is a member of the Pacific Northwest Writers Association, Snoopy Writers, and CFTW Writer’s Block
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