by Ravenna Tate
I nod slowly as the fog completely lifts and I finally understand what he’s saying. “And, you’re really willing to help me with that?”
He brushes a hand down my arm, and I shiver with anticipation. “I would be honored to help you with that, Glynis.”
That means I’ll see him again after tonight. As I slowly absorb the reality of that, Asa leans in and kisses me, tongue and all.
Chapter Six
The blanket slides off, but I’m no longer shy about being naked with this man. How can I be, when he’s got his tongue inside my mouth and moves his lips over mine in ways that send shivers up and down my spine?
He rolls me onto my back and I wrap my arms and legs around him as he eases his body over mine. Moans escape my throat. His fingers tangle in my hair, and when he tugs it gently, I nearly come.
After arching my hips in an attempt to move even closer to him, I tighten my limbs around his shoulders and hips. The bulge in his pants presses into my groin, sending tiny contractions fluttering through my vulva. My clit throbs. If I flex my Kegel muscles, I can almost bring myself to orgasm.
The longer he kisses me, the easier it is to let go and allow this to happen. Memories of awkward sexual encounters and my natural instinct to pull away fade as his mouth works its magic over mine. I’m lost in the heady sensations of intense arousal and aching desire.
His soft groans join mine, and now his hands alternatively tug at my hair and brush down my sides, caressing my skin. When he rolls us onto our sides and caresses my bruised ass cheeks, I’m so close to coming it’s ridiculous.
“I love your ass. It’s so round and sexy. You should see how pink and puffy it is right now. Fucking gorgeous.”
No one has ever said they love my ass. That comment alone earns this man the privilege of me making the boldest move I’ve ever attempted during a sexual encounter. I slide my hand between our bodies and rub his erection through those leather pants. He is not small.
“Oh, Glynis…”
The timbre of that utterance, coupled with the shaky undertone, is all I needed to hear. The second of two fantasies is about to come true. I am finally going to have sex with a man who knows what he’s doing, and who wants me, just the way I am right now. Nothing could top this.
“I’m naked, but you’re not.” I’m becoming bolder by the second.
“That is very true.” His breath is warm against my skin as he chuckles softly, torturing my neck with tiny bites and kisses, up and down both sides. “What are you going to do about it?”
I’ve never taken off anyone’s clothes before. Is there a zipper on the pants? A button or a snap at the top? No clue, but there’s only one way to find out. I slide my hand up and find the clasp, undo it, and then slowly pull down the zipper. I assume he’s not wearing underwear, and don’t want to accidentally hurt him.
“Take it out, Glynis.” He sounds ready to burst, which only makes my arousal go up. He wants me. Me! This is overwhelming, but in such a good way.
I gently release his dick from the leather, and just for good measure, I push the pants down his hips so nothing catches. I’m actually wincing as I do this, picturing that delicate tissue against a cold, metal zipper.
He sighs as if in frustration and rolls away from me. I immediately sit up, wondering what I did wrong. “I’m sorry. I was trying not to—”
“What?” He cuts me off as he slides off his pants and tosses them onto the floor. “Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Oh. Okay.” I feel so damn foolish. “When you made that sound and rolled away so quickly, I thought…”
His expression turns contrite. “I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. I wasn’t thinking. You’re inexperienced. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way.”
“No, it’s okay that you did. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t seen one, or touched one.” I’m very grateful the light in this room is so dim, because my face is burning with embarrassment. What an asinine thing to say. I sound like a teenager in the back seat of a car, naked with a boy for the first time.
“Glynis, are you sure you want to make love?”
Oh God. “Yes,” I whisper. “Very sure.”
We stare into each other’s eyes for impossibly long moments, and I’m convinced he’s going to change his mind, call me a cab, and thank his lucky stars he dodged a bullet. I don’t dare cut my gaze to his groin, because I’m also certain his cock has deflated by now.
When he pulls me into his arms, I’m stunned by the tenderness of the gesture. “Glynis, what have you done to me?” His tone of voice suggests the question is rhetorical, but even so, I don’t understand what he means.
“I’ve never met anyone like you.” He pulls away slightly to cup my face. After a few seconds, he kisses me again, and I’m lost once more in the exquisite sensations of his mouth on mine. When he eases us back down, we’re lying side to side. I start to reach for his dick again, but his hands are off my face and on my breasts before I have a chance to.
No one has ever handled them so carefully, yet so skillfully. I moan loudly as he kneads them with strong hands, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs. His touch is forceful enough to send jolts of electricity straight to my clit, but not so clumsy that it hurts. He definitely knows what he’s doing.
His mouth moves to my neck again. “I love your tits, Glynis.”
“I love your hands on them.”
“Mmm…” When he lifts his head, he gives me a quick wink before lowering his mouth toward my left nipple. The wink alone causes goosebumps to break out over my arms because it’s so damn sexy. But the way he licks and sucks my nipples sends me right over the edge. Tiny contractions flutter inside my pussy. I’ve never experienced anything like this. It’s heaven, and I never want it to stop.
He spends long, luscious moments on them, alternating nipples, until I’m out of my mind with need. The flogging was incredible. I wish we could do more tonight. But this is amazing. He’s so practiced, so deliberate. No awkward groping or silly small talk. No thinly-veiled insults, or comments clearly designed to shame me. I have to blink back tears. This is really going to happen!
“Are you enjoying this, Glynis?” His tone is slightly concerned. Was he watching me just now?
“Oh, yes. It’s so different from anything I’ve known. Asa, thank you. Thank you so much for all of this.”
“Are you all right?”
“Yes. I’m wonderful. Please don’t stop.”
A grin so hot I expect the bed to catch fire spreads across his face. “Not until I have you screaming for more, baby.”
Oh… I have no words. They aren’t needed. All I have to do is lie back, close my eyes, and enjoy this. His mouth moves lower, playing across my abdomen. I try to cling to his hair, but it’s too short to grasp. So instead, I grab fistfuls of the comforter as he teases me mercilessly with that fabulous tongue.
“You taste good. You smell ready for me. You are, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s see…” He spreads my legs wide, but nothing happens for several seconds. I open my eyes to find him gazing at my pussy.
“What’s wrong?”
“Wrong?” He gives me a confused look. “What could be wrong with such a work of art?”
“I don’t know.” A giggle escapes my throat. “Just never saw anyone stare at it before.”
“I told you they were idiots.”
The giggle is about to become a full-blown laugh but stops cold when his mouth clamps down on my pussy. “Oh, God in heaven…” One long finger slides into my wetness, and there is no pain, only the most beautiful, peaceful feeling, like I’m floating. He moves the digit in and out at a leisurely pace as I tighten my walls around it, silently begging for release.
His tongue slowly circles my clit, and now I’m crying out in pleasure. I beg him to let me come. I call his name. I call on every saint I know, and a few I’m pretty sure I’m making up on the spot. I’m barely a
ware of the words coming out of my mouth. The only thing I know for certain is that no one has ever done this to me, and I am going to come. I am going to come like I’ve never come before.
The speed of that finger fucking me increases, and at the same time, he sucks hard on my clit. I don’t scream, but I do cry out loudly. There is no way to help it. This orgasm is the most powerful one I’ve ever had, and I thought I had done a damn good job in the past of giving myself some whoppers. But this one tops them all.
It goes on and on, with contractions that envelop my entire body. I honestly didn’t know such a thing was even possible. It’s simply not stopping. The fact that he now has two fingers inside me, and is alternately sucking on my clit and licking it probably helps. It’s almost painful, but there is no freaking way I’m telling him I’ve had enough. I have no clue what I’m saying once more. I’m pretty sure I’m still calling on saints, though.
When I do become aware of my own sounds, they’re only soft moans and whimpers. He’s slowing down now. My entire pussy is sore, but I will never complain about it. The contractions are still going on, but they, too, are easing off. I’m still panting, however.
He lifts his head, and I let out one long moan when he wipes his mouth, then sucks on his fingers. “Jesus,” I whisper.
“That was yummy.”
“Thank you. Oh my God, thank you.”
“No, Glynis, thank you. That was incredible. Don’t move. I’m reaching over you.”
I’m treated to the sight of his very swollen cock as he lifts up and reaches over me to open the nightstand drawer and remove a condom from a box inside. His dick drips with pre-cum, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek because the urge to lick it is strong. But I’ve never given a man a blowjob, and I don’t want anything to ruin this night.
He winces as he puts on the condom, but then he gives me that sweet, sexy grin of his once more. “I need to be inside you.”
I let out a sound halfway between a gasp and a moan. “Yes. Yes, I need that, too.”
“You’re adorable. Do you know that? It’s been so long since I’ve really enjoyed sex.”
His comment shocks the hell out of me. When he reaches for me, I wrap my arms and legs around that hard, muscled body and kiss him like it’s the last thing I will ever do. No one has ever made me feel so special and cherished. I’m going to be so damn sad when morning comes.
No! I push that thought away. It’s not morning. I’m here now, in his arms, and he’s kissing me again. Just let go and embrace this.
His fingers are inside me again, gently stretching the walls. I gaze into his face. Veins stand out on his neck, and his skin has darkened. How he has so much self-control is beyond me, because I’m dying here.
“Ready?”
“Yes.” I’ve been ready for this my entire adult life. Before that, even. Before I barely understood what sex was.
There is no pain as he pushes his cock into my pussy. The fullness is exquisite. I cling to him and cry out as he moves, slowly at first. I’m going to come again, and that realization has me giggling.
“Please tell me you’re enjoying this.”
“Oh my God, yes. I’m just so … so damn happy.”
The smile he gives me is too tender for words. As he increases the strength and speed of his thrusts, his groans become louder. He sits back on his heels and grasps my breasts. “Oh, yes. That’s it, Glynis. Squeeze me as I fuck you.”
I try to do as he says, and find it brings on the climax faster. Makes sense, but I never did it before. Duh.
“Yes. that’s it, baby. Oh my God, you feel so fucking good!”
As my orgasm draws near, words are impossible. I grasp his arms tighter and hang on for the ride. When the climax washes over me, I’m incoherent. I have no clue what’s coming out of my mouth, and I hardly think it matters because he’s coming, too.
His thrusts are hard and jerky, and his groans have turned to grunts as he slams into me, hard enough for it to hurt. But I’m not going to stop him. I adore this. Goosebumps break out over my arms again as my contractions finally begin to subside. I had no idea my body could do this. I had no idea sex was supposed to feel this good. I had no idea there was a man on this planet who wanted to fuck me like this, and who would enjoy it as much as I did.
Every fantasy I’ve ever had has just come true. I never want the morning to come, because when it does, the dawn will take Asa from me. Despite what he said earlier about helping me be true to myself, I am now utterly convinced that I will not see him again. I’m not ready to give him up. I will never be ready for that, because this is the man I’ve been waiting for.
Chapter Seven
The smell of coffee wakes me up. No… It can’t be morning already. Please let it not be true. I lie on the bed, covered with that downy comforter I grasped last night as Asa fucked me into next week, listening to him sip coffee and munch on something. But if I lift my head and see him, it becomes real. I’ll have to acknowledge my night with him is over.
“Are you awake, Glynis? Your breathing pattern changed. Come and have something to eat.”
He’s a bit spooky at times. “I don’t want anything.”
“Why not? Aren’t you hungry? I’m starving.”
“I don’t want to leave.” My heart is pounding as I speak the words, but there’s no sense in playing coy now.
“You don’t have to leave yet. It’s not even midnight. We have hours ahead of us.”
I sit up and stare at him. “Are you sure?”
That laugh I’ve come to love puts a smile on my face. Asa rises, buck naked and glorious, and beckons me with a sweep of his arm toward a cart, laden with food and drink. Two chairs have been placed on either side of it. “Come on over. You must be hungry.”
“I am.” I’m ravenous, now that I know we still have most of the night left. I walk over and take my seat. He returns to his, pushing the coffee pot toward me. “Do you drink coffee?”
“Does a bear shit in the woods?” I pour myself a cup while he laughs again. “Do you need a refill?” I ask, once my cup is full.
“Yes. That was very subbie of you to ask, although you should have refilled mine first.”
“I’ll remember that next time.”
“Good girl.”
The combined scent of scrambled eggs, toast, and oatmeal makes my stomach rumble. Since he’s stuffing his face like he might never eat again, I’m not embarrassed to fill my plate. I normally hate to eat in front of anyone, even if I’m only having an apple.
We eat in silence for a few moments while I try not to dwell on the fact we’re both naked. This is definitely not something I’ve experienced before. Sitting down to a meal with man while nude.
“I’m glad to see you eating.”
“I’m usually reluctant to do so in front of others. People give me that look.”
“People are idiots.”
“So you keep saying.”
“Only because it’s true.”
Has he ever been insulted? With that chiseled face and those muscles, I easily imagine him as one of those guys every girl in school either flirted with, or fantasized about going out with, even if they did consider him out of their league.
“How did you get started in this lifestyle, Asa?”
He drops his gaze for a second or two, and I’m reminded of his comments on the difficulty in finding a woman who doesn’t want to be rescued from a mess she created.
“You don’t need to tell me if it’s too painful. I’m sorry I asked.”
“Please stop apologizing. You haven’t asked anything wrong, but it’s not a pretty story.”
“I’d still like to hear it, if you care to talk about it.”
I’m not sure why that should surprise him, but that is definitely his expression for a few seconds. “My father was never in the picture. My real father, that is. When I was five, my mother married a man who adopted me. He was verbally abusive to both of us. My earliest memories include him yelli
ng about everything, at all hours of the day or night.”
“That’s terrible.”
He nods. “Yes, especially for my mother. I never understood why she married the asshole. I asked her once, and all she did was shrug.”
“Ah, it all makes sense now.”
“What does?”
“Why you don’t want to rescue anyone.”
“Yeah. You’re right. That’s exactly why I feel that way. I mean, okay. She told me she needed a man around, but she could have chosen someone else. He was a mean drunk, and my mother made excuses for his behavior, telling me the stress of a new wife with a child was too much for him.”
I open my mouth to protest, but Asa holds up a hand. “I know. Believe me. Even at that young age, I understood bullshit when I heard it. But when that BS comes from your mother, and you see she’s scared and hurting, you’re helpless. Especially when you’re that young.”
My heart goes out to this strong man. What a horrible childhood he had!
“When I was seven, he began hitting my mother. I couldn’t handle that. One day, I came running up behind him after he slapped her, and I punched him in the back, right over his left kidney. He was in a lot of pain, but I didn’t give a shit. They took him to the hospital, and he stayed there for a week. Not because I hit him. He was there to dry out, and because his liver was already showing early signs of failure. But I was too young to understand that my punching him did not cause any of that.”
“Did your mother blame you?”
“No. She blamed herself, which was even worse. I remember being so confused inside. I wanted the man dead, but I also wanted my mom happy. It’s not a fun thing at any age to realize the person you love more than anything in the world is miserable, and there’s not one damn thing you can do to help her. But when you’re that young and don’t have the emotional maturity to process what you’re seeing, it’s devastating.”
