by Nikki Sex
“Yes, all right.” From the tone of his voice I can tell he’s pleased with himself. “I want to play with your cunt, but I don’t want you to come yet. Can you restrain yourself?”
“Grant!” I wail, nearly weeping with frustration.
“If you can’t wait, that’s OK, darlin’,” he reassures me, still erotically twisting and tugging my nipples. “I’d enjoy seeing just how much you can take. I’d like you to come when I tell you to, but if you can’t, no problem. I understand.”
Jeez Louise, now I want to rein in my arousal and hold on. Otherwise, I’ll be letting him down. I don’t know if I can, but I want to, for him.
Hot damn, he’s a natural Dominant.
André would be impressed.
“I’ll try,” I tell him and when he doesn’t reply, I add, “I’ll try really hard.”
“You’re so good to me, Renata,” his deep voice rumbles in my ear. “You have no idea how much it means to me, that you’ll allow me to play with you like this.”
“I love it!” I cry out.
Grant chuckles. “It’s fun and so damn sexy—taking control of your body. I promise that I’ll make sure it’s worth it, gorgeous. I’ll never get tired of this. I want to feel you come again and again, all night long. You make me so fucking hot.”
Holy shit!
I’m not sure what to call the sound I make in response. It’s long and low… sort of a strangled groan.
Grant is supporting my weight; I can barely stand. I’m sweating, I’m panting and I’m pretty sure I’m going to explode.
“I want to play with your cunt now, Renata,” he says. “Would you like that?”
“Please!”
“Don’t come yet.”
I clench my hands into fists. “I won’t,” I promise, determined to restrain myself.
One strong arm holds me by the waist as he runs his fingers over the mound of my sex, and along my inner thighs. Feverish and trembling, I gasp when he trails them along the dripping seam of my slit, gently caressing the swollen flesh at my entrance.
“You’re so wet and ready for me,” he murmurs.
“I need you,” I cry out, instinctively rocking my hips, writhing and bucking against him. I want him inside of me—now!
Grant stills, then laughs. For a moment, his laughter shakes me out of my sexual fog.
“What’s so funny?” I ask in a breathy but irritated voice, completely unable to see anything amusing about this situation.
In response, he presses the palm of his hand against my mound, pushing against me—pressing down on my clit. His scorching touch is incendiary, waking every nerve ending I have. I moan helplessly and grind myself against his palm.
Gently, he continues to run his fingers up and down the length of my folds, probing and teasing, but never pushing inside.
My entire body grows taut in response. It’s an effective distraction.
I can’t remember my own name, much less recall what I just asked him.
“I’m not laughing at you,” he says. His husky voice rolls over me, sounding so intimate and sensual in the dark. “I’m simply enjoying myself tremendously. I know you and I now realize I also understand your body—what it likes, what it wants.”
I’m unable to form words. A long, low groan comes out of me, clawing its way out of my chest. This erotic torment is both excruciating and divine.
“You need my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, please!”
He hesitates for a moment, his breathing harsh and sporadic. “I’m gonna give you everything you need, Renata.”
“God, Grant, yes, yes,” I beg him, wanton with desire. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I chant.
“Not yet.”
“Please!”
“No.”
“Will you let me come?” I plead, shocked by the whiny, desperate urgency in my voice.
“Yes, of course—when I say so. I’m going to play with your lovely swollen clit right now. Tell me when you’re almost there. Will you do that for me?”
Trying to think and talk proves challenging in my current state. After a moment, I answer, “I’m almost there right now!”
He laughs again. It’s a beautiful sound. “But you won’t come, right?”
I pause. “No.”
“Good girl,” he says, and begins circling my pulsing nub with one slick thumb. “You’re too good. So good and unbelievably sexy. I can’t believe how lucky I am. I love how turned on you get when I touch you.”
“It’s you, Grant,” I gasp, arching toward him. “Only you. You turn me on like nothing else.”
His seeking fingers continue to probe my inner and outer lips, still without actually entering me—the bastard! Meanwhile, his thumb keeps circling my throbbing clit, intermittently brushing against the swollen bundle of nerves with long, soft strokes.
I cry out, jackknifing with the pleasure of it each time.
Grant is clearly in no hurry.
I feel as if I’m trapped inside a dark, blissful dream, teetering right on the edge of orgasm. It’s like a near-death experience of pure pleasure.
Grant is all that holds me upright—my legs gave out ages ago. The same hand that embraces me, occasionally fondles the supple roundness of my heavy breasts, or casually reaches up to tug on a tender nipple.
Urgent and needy, I crave him. I’m mindless with my need for completion.
How did he figure out how to do this? Where did he get this talent?
As he continues to torment me, Grant murmurs soft and super sexy words of encouragement into my ear. He praises me, telling me how beautiful I am—how hot I make him and how badly he wants to fuck me.
He really, really wants to fuck me, thank God!
His seductive voice, his hot breath and his words of need excite me beyond anything I’ve ever known. I may burst into flame if he doesn’t thrust his hard cock deep inside of me soon.
I cry out when his solid shaft begins to pump in the sensitive valley between my buttocks. My pussy clenches hard. This sudden and unexpected anal stimulation on top of everything else he’s been doing to me almost sends me over the top.
“You like that?” he says, and there’s surprise in his voice. I don’t think he meant to rub himself up against me. That humping movement must have been unintentional.
“Hell, yes,” I tell him.
“Why?”
“It feels really good, but I especially love the thought of you using my body to get yourself off.”
“Ahh,” he says, and now begins sexy friction—slow, steady rhythm against me with his heated cock. He rubs it between my buttocks while still toying with my saturated folds and clit.
Mindless with arousal as I am right now, I have a sudden realization.
I remember him explaining that when he focuses on me, it enables him to enjoy himself without triggering his feelings of guilt, shame or panic. Grant is humping my butt, but he’s doing it to make me feel good. That’s what gets him off.
My pleasure is what he needs in order to heal.
This is all about me.
The sensation of his hard cock thrusting against my ass, the tugging and fondling of my aching breasts, his hot breath whispering against my neck, the sexy growl of his voice, his erotic tormenting of my sex, combined with the insight that everything he’s doing is all for me—blows my mind.
It’s suddenly all too much.
“I have to come! I’m gonna come!” I cry out suddenly, as the threat of my imminent orgasm overtakes me.
“Good girl, come for me,” he bites out in a voice that doesn’t sound human. It’s almost a snarl. “Come now.”
I’ve been holding back for so long, it surprises me when I don’t instantly climax. I’m there though.
I’m right on the edge.
Grant’s thick, heavy shaft is pumping against my buttocks, stimulating my sensitive anus. One of his hands pinches my nipple, while his other hand squeezes my clit between his finge
r and thumb.
Two of his thick digits wedge themselves deep inside of me and I cry out in bliss. Driving all the way in, their reach is only stopped by the thickness of his hand—but he doesn’t stop there. Those blunt fingers inside of me begin to twist and turn, stretch and explore.
My clit and my core are so sensitized! The relief I feel as he stretches my inner walls elates me.
Sexual tension has turned into almost unbearable agony. Grant filling the emptiness I feel inside is pure, unadulterated bliss. My inner muscles begin to pulse.
Uncontrollably, my hips arch up against his hand, desperately trying to get more of his touch.
“Yes! Good girl! Fuck my hand!” Grant commands me. “Do it! Ride my fingers! Ride me until you come!”
“Grant,” I scream out on a half-sob, urgent in my need to obey him—frantically craving my own release.
I’m shocked by the maelstrom of erotic sensation. My body bowed, my heart hammering, I begin to ride his hand with ruthless, frenzied motion, bucking against his fingers as if my life depends on it.
I scream his name as I violently erupt when my climax finally rips through me.
Instinct compels me, combined with the desire to please and obey Grant. I continue to hump against his fingers frantically, but he doesn’t hold them still. He helps me fuck them, slamming into me with exactly the fierce and punishing force I need.
“Fucking amazing,” Grant growls approvingly. “Your cunt squeezes so tight. You’re so fucking hot!” He’s making loud, primal male sounds of lust and passion.
Waves of ecstasy overwhelm my senses in rhythmic pulses. My body viciously clenches and relaxes, clenches and relaxes, again and again and again.
I can’t stop coming.
Long and intense, my climax seems endless.
Grant swears under his breath in a litany of muttered curses. He’s not angry, he’s impressed. I’ve pleased him and I know it.
It gives me a warm feeling inside.
“That’s right, darlin’,” he murmurs huskily. “You’re so wet, so hot. You drive me crazy, woman. I'll never get enough of you, but I won’t mind if I die trying. You gushed when you climaxed, did you know that?
Nope, but I’m too blissed out to answer him.
He sighs with satisfaction. “Fuck, I love the feel of your tight sexy cunt. You gripped me so hard you crushed my fingers. It felt unbelievable—so I’m going to make you come on my fingers again!”
I love the sound of his voice. This gorgeous man is talking, yet I don’t feel the need to respond. Lost in sensation, I’m not even sure if I understand what he’s saying.
Hard tremors continue to wrack my frame. I’m utterly shattered. Did I lose consciousness? Everything is black inside, outside—the whole world is empty.
There’s nothing in my universe right now, except for Grant.
He’s everything I need.
When I finally finish climaxing, I feel boneless and I twitch with aftershocks. Sweating and shredded, I pant raggedly, attempting to regain my breath. I hang suspended in Grant’s arms, weak and wrung out, yet joyous in the afterglow. He holds me up, supporting my weight.
Grant is my foundation.
I realize then—I’d feel utterly lost without him.
Chapter 44.
“There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.”
— Leonard Cohen
~~~
Renata Koreman
I lay in the dark, my head, torso and one arm cuddled onto Grant’s broad chest. We’re both still struggling to catch our breath.
Any minute now, I may even be able to uncurl my toes.
My tits and my pussy are so sensitive, still pulsing with blood. My whole body is deliciously sore, I feel as though I’ve had a vigorous workout.
And I have.
Grant had positioned my boneless body; head, chest and shoulders face down on the bed, with pillows beneath my knees on the carpet. My butt up in the air and my legs spread wide apart, he then proceeded to lave, suck and finger me into another two orgasms.
I don’t know what’s gotten into him; but whatever it is, I hope it’s here to stay!
He tormented me with pleasure until I shamelessly begged him to fuck me. Finally, he did, taking me doggy style. The memory of what we just did together replays, pounding through my mind—just as he pounded himself into my body.
I moan, writhing and breathless with anticipation when Grant’s scorching hot cock teases my entrance. My back arches as I reach toward him. I’m desperate to feel him inside of me, my molten core aches. Tears of overwhelming emotion run down my cheeks—I’ve needed him for so long!
Grant’s hands firmly grip my hips, while his every touch leaves a trail of fire. “How do you want it?” he breathes into my ear. “Rough? Soft?”
“Hard and fast!”
In instant response, Grant plunges his cock inside of me, driving inside me with such force and fury he leaves me gasping.
Ball’s deep, his powerful cock stretching and filling me, he pauses. “Too hard?” he grunts huskily.
“No! God, no. Harder!”
He pulls back and brutally surges forward again and again, the sound of his hips slapping loudly against mine. My breasts bounce with the impact of each thrust. In, out, in, out, in a steady, urgent pace. The man is a jackhammer and he feels divine!
“I’m going to come,” he growls, after a long series of punishing thrusts. “Come with me.”
The moment his fingers reach down to vigorously rub against my clit—I explode. Such intense pleasure feels almost like pain. Blinded with exquisite ecstasy, I scream his name.
Talk about, ‘I want to fuck you like an animal!’ I suspect that ‘Nine Inch Nails’ lyric was written about Grant.
Jesus, he worked me over so thoroughly. My sex twitches with the memory. I’ll never, ever forget it.
The feel of his large hands holding me tightly in place, exactly as he wanted me was such a turn-on. His big solid body covering mine, his heavy balls banging against my pussy, stimulating my swollen clit as he hammered himself inside of me was exquisite.
It was the sweetest agony.
Grant slammed into me so hard and so fast, I’m surprised my eyes didn’t fly out of my head with each stroke.
My clitoris was so swollen by then. Between the feeling of his balls hitting me in a fast and furious rhythm, and the friction of the sheets rubbing against my sensitive flesh, as well as the feel of him filling me… well. I'm surprised I didn't come at his first thrust.
We managed to climax simultaneously, which blew us both away. If I had to guess, I’d say we reached orgasm in less than a minute. However, I wouldn’t be surprised to discover Grant got in sixty hard, fast strokes during that time!
Talk about pistoning like a pile driver! What a machine!
This entire day has been unbelievable. A romantic walk, thoughtful conversation and great sex, except Grant is still reluctant to kiss me.
Never mind, we’ll get there. I smile when I imagine all of the things we need to practice, such as kissing, having sex with the lights on and me going down on him. I know Grant is still hiding shameful sexual fantasies. Eventually, he’s going to tell me exactly what his fantasies are.
Then I’m going to act them out with him. In time, with a little encouragement, Grant will give in to every dirty, disgusting and filthy sexual act he can conceive of. How hot will that be?
The thought excites me like crazy.
I’m so bad!
Sometimes Grant seems such a Boy Scout, it’s difficult to imagine what he could be hiding. On the other hand, what he did tonight was the work of an expert. The man set me on fire. I like him so much, almost anything he did would get me hot. Yet, there was some real skill evident here. Where did that come from?
Pulling my hair? Biting, kissing my neck and shoulder, not to mention everything he did when he got between my legs. Whew! Grant rocked my world.
I make a mental note to ask him how
he did it later.
Smiling against the smooth skin of his chest, I take a few moments to consider what kind of dark sexual fantasies might interest him. Unless he wants to tie me up and beat me, which I very much doubt, I can’t foresee any problems.
‘Relax, it’s just sex,’ is the motto I live by.
Fear, anger, hate, temptation, even an inability to forgive—everyone has something they have trouble dealing with. André says, unless it’s a sin, in order to defeat such unwanted attitudes and emotions is to give in to them. He thinks it’s best to be willing to experience anything.
That’s why André wanted to dominate me. If I make a choice to be held down—if I decide to re-experience my fears, then perhaps I can get over them. Unfortunately, I just can’t do it. I’m afraid I’ve disappointed André, although he doesn’t show it.
Feeling trapped, combined with the possibility of punishment terrifies me.
Grant strokes my hand, where it rests against his chest. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, and his sweet, warm breath fans over my face.
After all those orgasms, I have just enough brain cells left to reject his statement. “It’s completely dark in here, so how would you know?”
“I don’t need eyes to see your beauty.”
“Aww,” I say, melting like a marshmallow too near a campfire at hearing his sugar sweet words. “Wow, Romeo, you’re pretty smooth.”
“That was pretty smooth,” he agrees, with a chuckle.
“Are you comfortable enough to keep touching if we turn on a light?”
“Sure,” he says, and switches on the lamp that sits upon the bedside table.
I blink a few times, getting my vision back. When I can see him clearly, I take in his colorful tattoos and sculpted maleness. Hard and fit, he really is gorgeous.
Grant looks me over, studying me intently. “Yep,” he says. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you.” I grin. “You’re no slouch yourself, handsome.” Grant ignores my compliment, so I add, “I just want to say, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
A smile transforms his face. “Is that right?”
“Absolutely.”
I look at him with playful suspicion. “You seem to have learned some new things since the last time we had sex.”
