by Tiana Laveen
“I just want to make you feel good, baby…” he slurred, speeding up his rhythm, opening up her soft and tight confines.
“You are, baby…believe me… you are…” she gasped, her voice listless, as if she didn’t quite have the strength to finish her thought.
Emerald fluttered then rolled her eyes, then closed them. Her hips met his movements, and he paused to kiss her navel, then resumed a fast pace. He could tell by her tight walls she’d not had sex in a while, so he wanted to take his time… watch his stride, give her insurmountable gratification. Soon, he was able to graduate to two fingers. He worked them within her as he would his cock, loving the intense faces she made as he drove her to orgasm.
“Mmmmm!” Moments later, she tensed and dug her nails into his forearm. He kept on, driving his digits in and out of her until he felt her gush of warmth coat them, raining out onto the bed, below her shaking, gyrating ass. “Oh shit!” the woman hissed between clenched teeth, her back arched and her muscles locked. She poured down, soaking him with appreciation. He kept right on, ensuring she’d given all that she could. Opening her eyes, she smiled up at him, then burst out laughing, causing him follow suit.
“What? What’s so funny?” he asked with a big smile.
“It’s been so long since I came that hard, even with my vibrator.” They both laughed a bit more, feeling silly, feeling comfortable, incredibly horny and helplessly in love…
“Well, then I did my job. You have to tell me what you like, so I can do it for you.” He straddled her, looping strands of her hair around his index finger before laying a kiss on the bridge of her nose.
“I like cake and ice cream, the beach and—”
“I’m serious.” He laughed lightly, amused at her joke nevertheless. “I want you to tell me how you like to be touched…rubbed… sucked…fucked. I want to hit all six of your cylinders each and every goddamn time.”
Her smile slowly dissipated. “Hmmm, wow… do you know I’ve never been asked that before, actually?”
“Well,” he said, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips. “There’s a first time for everything, right?”
“Looks that way…”
He started to slowly drift down her body, kissing as he journeyed her soft, feminine form. Wrapping a hand around her thighs, he pushed her legs farther open, eliciting a throaty sigh. He peered at her pussy, taking in the way the pretty lips glistened from her sweet secretions. He pushed his finger inside of her once again, removed it, then sucked it clean.
“Oh my God…” she panted when he pressed his mouth urgently against her pussy, running his tongue up and down the wet slit in fast, pressure-filled zigzags. “Shit…I like that!” Her fingers combed harshly through his hair. “I can tell you… that much! Oh God…yes!”
He tasted her, savored her, devoured her whole. Slippery sweetness coated his lips as he swallowed her essence and he was certain his mustache and beard was drizzled with her delight.
“Sloan… damn!” She bucked beneath him, making a mess of his bed.
“I love eating your pussy, Emerald. I love giving pleasure to you, baby … and you taste so damn good. You’re in trouble… I’m going to want to eat you all the time now… Mmmm!” His voice sounded muffled as he spoke between sucks and licks, and overdosing on her nectar. Soon, he felt the woman trembling beneath him and screaming out nasty words wrapped around his name. He kept the course, pinning her in place and ravishing the hell out of her.
“Oh shit!” Her liquid love dripped in his beard and down the crack of her ass. He kept on going, long after she’d subsided, resting beneath him, a lovely aftershock here and there making her muscles stiffen, then relax. When he’d had his fill, he laid a tender butterfly kiss on each of her inner thighs, climbed slowly back up her body, and nestled his chin between the crook of her neck and the soft side of her face. He heard a light giggle that warmed his heart as she gently stroked the back of his neck.
“You’re addictive… You can work that tongue, can’t you?”
Not saying a word, he laid tiny pecks along the edge of her ear and admired her beauty from various angles. “You smell good… what perfume do you wear, baby?” he questioned between kisses.
“Um, today I believe I put on my ‘Lovely’ by Sarah Jessica Parker.”
“It’s a fitting name. The scent suits you, too… works well with your chemistry.”
“Thank you. You smell good, too, but you always do.” She pressed her lips against his cheek, and he beamed with a proud smile. After a long sigh, he propped himself up on his elbow. Running his hand along her shoulder, slowly back and forth, he glanced lazily down at her. Without another word, he wedged himself between her legs and spread her thighs far apart, eliciting a feminine pant to the tune of Ambrosia’s ‘You’re the Only Woman’, which now played in the room. Wrapping the sheets snugly around his waist, he pulled his boxers down and off him and kicked them towards the foot of the bed.
He rose up on his knees, exposing himself to her. Gripping his cock, he stroked it, letting her see as she sat up a bit to get a better view. He stifled the urge to laugh when she wasted no time checking out his goods. Emerald first stared, then she squinted, and after that, her eyes widened like saucers. Gasping, she pointed at the damn thing and bounced up and down in the bed.
“Oh, hell no!”
“That is so rude!” he teased, trying his damndest to not burst out laughing from her reaction.
“I don’t give a shit what it is! You aren’t sticking that damn thing in me! Is that yours? I mean, is it real?” She cocked her head to the side, studying him from that angle.
“Of course it’s real! Who’s else would it be?!”
She reached out to touch it, but then seemed to second-guess herself so she drew her hand back from the thing as if it were some poisonous snake. “Boy, bye! I value my walls, okay? You aren’t gonna have me all stretched out and hobbling around on disability!” She chuckled as she tried to wiggle free from beneath him.
“But you told me black don’t crack. That means you’ll be okay!” he goaded.
He knew damn well what he had hanging between his legs; he’d been told since he was first sexually active that his dick was huge. For the most part, it worked in his favor, but every now and again he’d come across a woman like Emerald who would flat out refuse any further advances upon seeing it, at least initially.
“You’re trying to rest my ass in peace, rip me to shreds…not going to happen. No way, baby!” She frantically waved her hand around in his face. “Then I’ll be a ghost up in here, too. Dearly departed… we are gathered here…no, sir!”
“Stop it, come on now… you’re exaggerating. It’s probably just a bit bigger than average… that’s it.” He threw up his hands as if things were easy breezy.
“It’s not going to happen.” Emerald crossed her arms defiantly over her chest, but he knew she was full of shit for a glimmer of a grin creased her face.
“You’ll be fine, baby. I warmed you up… I’ll go slow. I promise.” He leaned forward and laid a sweet kiss on her lips. She looked up at him, arms still crossed and sporting a rebellious look. “All right, let me ask you something I hadn’t asked you before. It didn’t matter at the time, but it does now. When was the last time you had sex?”
“With a man or my vibrator?”
He shrugged. “Both.”
“With a man, about a year ago; with my vibrator, last week—neither of which came remotely close to what you have going on there!” She stared at his cock once again like it was someone that had crashed their nice little party. “Sloan, I’m serious. You may as well pack your friend away, and his two pals, too, because he isn’t visiting Emerald Town. This place is for a population of one.” She held up one finger and paired it with a stern expression. “And that right there is at least a party of five. Sorry, you didn’t make reservations and there are no tables available.”
He couldn’t take it anymore. He burst out laughing at her antics. “Emera
ld, this is ridiculous. Come on, now.”
He ran his hand up and down her arm, but she maintained her uncompromising stance.
“Sloan!” She shook her head. “You have to warn someone about shit like this! You said nothing!”
“Oh really? If I had told you, ‘Hey baby, I have a big cock,’ you would’ve either not believed me or accused me of bragging or maybe even being inappropriate. I’ve never gone around telling people about the size of my manhood; it’s just not something I think about all the time. Look, I promise, promise, promise that I will go slow. I will be extra cautious, super gentle.” She huffed and turned away, but he could see she was having fun. “Come on, now. I’m not the biggest you’ve seen… you can handle this.” She shot him a glance as he ran his hand over it as if it were a puppy in need of petting. Grimacing, she turned away once again.
“You’re right. You’re not the biggest I’ve seen, Sloan. The one that tops yours belongs to a retired porn star by the name of Long Dong Silver from the 1970s but this is not a movie. That’s not a tricky camera angle or prosthetic and my vagina is not a damn trampoline.” Now he was cracking up so hard, his eyes welled with tears. “I have hot flashes, things don’t warm up as fast as they used to, and if you think I am going to end my stint of celibacy with something that looks eerily similar to a log, you have another thing coming. I’m not a lumberjack and my name is not Timber, so take that fallen tree somewhere else!”
Sloan was certain he was turning red in the face as he fell languidly onto his back and looked up at the ceiling, his stomach caving and crunching from the hilarity of it all. He was practically choking on his own spit as Emerald went on and on, giving reason after reason why he wasn’t allowed to touch her with his ten foot pole. He ran a loose hand over his ribcage, trying to steady himself from laughing, but it proved near impossible. She was so damn dramatic. Though his ego was beautifully stroked from her humor, he much preferred to stroke the insides of her sweet pussy if just given a chance. The warmth of her hand touched his thigh, bringing him out of his thoughts. He soon realized she was also laughing, but no sound coming out of her mouth as she tried to catch her breath. It started him going again; both laughed so hard, there seemed to be no end in sight.
But, alas, he’d had enough of her stalling.
On a sigh, he got up on all fours, pushed her down with the palm of his hand and kicked her legs open with a toss of his knee before settling between her thighs. Her smile slowly dissipated and things got serious. He ran his fingers gingerly through her thick tresses as he pressed his need into her plush pussy lips. The head of his cock glided against her zone, praying to reach the deepest depths inside of her.
They simply stared into each other’s eyes, enjoying each other to the fullest. Sloan worked his finger back inside her and after a short spell, he kissed her until he couldn’t control himself any longer. He pushed the head of his cock inside her and moved it in and out, swaying his pelvis from side to side. The woman moaned and cooed, her thighs squeezing his waist, her grip taut with tinges of nervousness in her jerky movements. He brought her hips flush to his body as he delivered short, gentle thrusts, watching her the entire time, making sure she was okay, pacing himself just right. Much to his delight, she matched his tempo, moved like a dream, elegantly receiving him. He kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose. She looked up at him with such an expression. Damn, he loved her eyes.
The woman’s pussy was amazingly tight, but with the proper lovemaking technique and a bit of patience, he’d have her wide open and dripping wet soon enough. He pushed a bit more of himself inside her, and about lost his mind at the sensation when her walls closed in on him. Taking the corner of her pillow in his grip, he balled up the material, summoning control and trying to convince his dick not to blast off inside her so soon.
Her wet fortifications were like saturated clouds massaging his cock—enough to propel him forward, entice him toward the tempting notion of bottoming her out with little to no mercy as he went for gold. But he resisted, keeping her needs first… but damn, she felt fucking amazing. With each steady stroke, the woman became wetter, making his task to not lose his mind all the more difficult.
“Feels good to you, baby?” he whispered in her ear before delivering a kiss to her succulent lips.
She nodded and smiled up at him. “I can’t even tell you how good you feel inside of me, so let me show you.” She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and brought him closer, layering his face with sweet kisses.
This encouraged him to work himself a little farther in. He was now half way inside.
“Pussy like fine wine…” he murmured, rendered almost speechless. “I’m getting drunk.” He plunged deeper, made her scream and claw at his back as she bumped her pelvis against his. He watched in amazement as she twisted and turned beneath him, grinding in a nasty and seductive way that would be the catalyst to his ruination.
“You’re so deep inside of me.” Her breathing was harsh and erratic. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.” She gritted her teeth and held on to him so tight, there was no way he could remove her even if he tried.
He rocked into her, immersing himself in the experience as the core of her intimate heat surrounded his dick and gave a hearty squeeze. Burying his face in her cleavage, he sucked and kissed her sweet, salty skin as his sensual shoves became more and more demanding. The headboard banged against the wall, crashing with each thrust. Just then, Looking Glass’ ‘Brandi, You’re a Fine Girl’ began to play, rolling on as an accompaniment to the sweat pouring down his face. He pushed upward, swinging his hips, deliberately brushing into her clit at each turn, trying to make the woman fall apart into a mind-bending climax as she thrashed below him. He got his wish…
Teeth sank deep into his shoulder, nails dragged across his back and neck, thighs tightened impossibly around his waist, and a raspy, feminine moan played in stereo as he brought her to orgasm, over and over again. Wrapping his ankles around hers, he braced himself to push faster inside of her, making her yell and scream obscenely beautiful things as his balls slapped loud and hard against her dripping pussy. Her bite soon broke his flesh but he didn’t care when he felt the tiny trickle of blood meander down his arm… He kept driving deep and hard inside of her until they were both screaming, shaking and sweating.
Trails of pussy tears ran down her inner thighs and onto him and the sheets as she christened him in her indebtedness. He gripped the sides of her face so hard, her lips looked squishy. When he kissed them, they tasted supremely juicy.
Running their fingers through each other’s hair, they relished each other, their bodies now one entity. The woman’s pussy kept squeezing and hugging his cock; frantic spasms ensued even as her orgasm subsided, but his had just begun. His eyes rolled back, and he simply couldn’t hold out any longer.
“You’re making me cum!” he hissed as his essence shot inside of her. “Mmmm!” His body seized up, then rocked against her as they passionately kissed one another while he continued his rhythm. She swallowed his moans, but his body shuddered, telling on him, making his secrets known as the last of him departed his body and entered hers.
He slumped against her, then sluggishly reached a few inches to the left to grab the remote control for the ceiling fan and turned it on before the remnants of energy he had left were gone, leaving him no choice but to rest.
“Your dick is throbbing inside of me.” She lovingly kissed the top of his head and ran her fingers through his hair, while he caressed her arm and used her breasts as a pillow. “I love that… Sloan, you are damn good in bed.”
“I know.”
She playfully slapped his shoulder, causing him to laugh, a sleepy sound.
“Seriously though, you make me feel sexy without even touching me.”
“I can’t make you feel sexy. You already are… with or without me.” His voice was gruff with exhaustion as he slowly closed his eyes and gave her a warm squeeze.
“I gu
ess what I’m trying to say is, I feel youthful with you, like we’re seeing the world for the first time… only, this time, we’re doing it together. Like we’re kids discovering new things.”
“Without worries about teenage pregnancy or being caught by the cops making out in the car this time around, though.” They both chuckled at his statement. “Seriously though, Emerald, I feel the same way. I’m glad we talked about sex a while back, too. Sexual health, our histories, things like that.”
He closed his eyes, then heard her yawn. On an exhausted sigh, he rose on his palms and began to get up, but she grabbed his arm. “No.” She shook her head, a serious expression on her face. “I want you to just stay here, inside me, for a little longer…”
With a nod, he rested his head back onto her breasts. Before long, he was falling asleep. He didn’t want to do that though; he wanted to think about the love they shared, the bond they had, but his body wouldn’t have it. He fought, and found it much harder to give in to falling asleep than giving in to falling in love with her…
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Fetch a Pail of Water
The faint beat of a digital clock with glowing, green numbers caught her attention from Sloan’s nightstand. Every time the minutes rolled around and gave birth to another sixty seconds, a turning grind could be heard if one was quiet enough. The man lay there, his soft mouth partially ajar as the ceiling fan lightly blew strands of his hair about.
Two strands, one silver, the other a brown so dark it looked black, clapped against one another across his broad forehead as if giving a much deserved applause for his all-star performance. A low, murmuring snore emitted from his lips every now and again; the lower one quivered as if frightened. She stifled a laugh as he noisily smacked his lips, then soon returned to his coma-like state. Taking a light grasp of the cream sheets, she flung them from her naked body and immediately caught the chill in the place. It was a rather strange sensation—the type of coolness not indicative of a faulty temperature dial, a forgotten window left ajar, or a frigid January weekend in Alaska. No, this was an atypical frigidity, the kind that grabbed a hold of your organs and bones, sinking its teeth with an icy bite that would leave you almost paralyzed. It was just like the one she’d experienced hours earlier when she’d pressed her hands against his office door… and just as unnerving.
