Anne had to close her eyes as a rush of exhilaration surged through her. She was restrained, naked, at Garth’s sexual mercy and nothing had ever felt so right. Her nipples sprang to attention, and her cunt pulsed.
“Answer me,” he ordered.
Her initial attempt to comply only resulted in a guttural moan. How was she supposed to speak when she was fighting to keep from coming? Her eyes flew open when Garth cupped her breasts and gave an authoritative squeeze.
“Yes, yes, all clear,” she panted.
Garth kissed and caressed his way down her body from her neck to just above her mound. When he knelt at her feet, Anne spread her legs in wanton invitation. The contrast of the cool air on her exposed, heated pussy lips caused her to whimper loudly. He rested his palms against her inner thighs, effectively stilling her movements and gazed at her cunt.
“Please, please, Garth, don’t make me wait any longer.” She dug her heels into the mattress, lifting her hips toward him. “I need your fingers, your lips, your cock…you!”
“Now that’s what I call effective communication, sweetheart.”
Using only the tip of his tongue with the lightest of touches, he tickled and teased her from clit to anus. A fine sheen of perspiration broke out on her forehead as he kept her dangling on the edge of release. Just when she thought she couldn’t take his decadent brand of torture another second, he proceeded to go down on her in earnest. He slid two fingers into her channel, his thumb in her ass and sucked on her clit. Anne cried out and thrashed uncontrollably through an orgasm so intense stars danced beneath her slammed-shut eyelids. Garth expertly licked and caressed her, drawing out her pleasure.
“Wow,” she sighed.
Garth rose up and smiled at her. He dropped a kiss on her tummy then the underside of each breast. “My sentiments exactly,” he agreed. He reached over her and undid the handcuffs.
“How did you do that?”
“They have a release latch.”
Anne tilted her head and studied them. “Where?” she asked.
“That’s my little secret.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
Anne wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. Garth settled on top of her and nuzzled the side of her neck.
“You still have pants on,” she noted, draping her legs over his hips. Regardless of getting off so hard her limbs felt like jelly, Anne wanted, needed to have his cock buried deep in her body.
“You’re about to be taking them off me.”
“Ooh, goody,” she said, giving him a quick squeeze before releasing him.
“But not here,” he stated, getting up off the bed. Garth held his hand out to her. “We’re on the move, sweetheart.”
“Where are we going?” she asked, confused and intrigued. The bed seemed the logical place to stay, but then again, she was game as long as, wherever they went, fucking quickly followed. She accepted his help and stood up on shaky legs.
He turned and walked to a closed door across the room, which she’d assumed was the bathroom. “There’s a key in the top drawer of the bedside table. Bring it to me,” he ordered.
She did as he directed without question, anticipation and a powerful desire to please him spurring her on. When she opened the drawer to find the key lying next to a plethora of condoms and more than a couple brands of lube, Anne glanced over her shoulder at him. “Would you like me to grab anything else?”
“Did I ask you to?”
She brought him only the key. Garth unlocked the knob and walked into the connecting room. Anne leaned against the doorframe, hoping the stellar results of her recent stress test were accurate. Her heart was beating a mile a minute.
Obviously, the space had been originally used as a study or library. A stone fireplace dominated one wall, and built-in bookshelves covered another from the ceiling to the floor. Books filled the upper and lower shelves, but the two in the middle displayed an impressive collection of vibrators, butt plugs and dildos. The only piece of traditional furniture, an armchair, was next to the window. An elaborate, padded, part bench, part table-like apparatus, unique to any she’d seen on the internet, sat in the middle of the room.
“You didn’t think this might be something worth mentioning to me earlier?” she asked, sweeping her arm to indicate the entire room while staring at the bench.
“And ruin the dramatic reveal? No way.” Garth ran his hand along the side of it. “I designed and built this myself. It has a number of attachments and can be maneuvered into all sorts of stimulating positions.” He demonstrated by slightly lowering the table portion and adjusting the knee rests. Garth patted the top. “See? Perfect angle for both of our enjoyment.”
“There’s a strong possibility I’m going to come from just looking at it.” Moisture trickled down the inside of her thighs as she crossed the short distance to Garth. “May I?” she asked, resting her fingers on the waistband of his jeans.
Garth gave an affirmative nod. Anne carefully unzipped his fly then slowly drew his pants and briefs together down his hips, exposing his magnificent penis. She stared at his crotch, licking her lips, as he stepped out of the garments and kicked them to the side.
He grasped a handful of hair at the back of her head. “Suck my cock.” He punctuated the order with gentle downward pressure.
Her mouth watered. Giving blowjobs turned her on big time. Anne cupped his heavy balls with one hand and held the base of his rock-hard shaft with her other. She ran her tongue over and around the bulbous head. The salty, slightly bitter taste of his pre-cum was the headiest of aphrodisiacs. Anne took him into her mouth. Garth stayed still as she adjusted to his length and girth.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Damn, that feels so good,” he encouraged when she hit her stride, sucking him to the back of her throat on every trip up and down his cock.
He flexed his hips in perfect rhythm with her ministrations. His cock thickened, twitched, and his breathing sounded labored. She released his balls and grabbed his ass cheek for better leverage.
“Ah, yeah,” Garth groaned, twisting his fingers in her hair and thrusting more forcefully.
Anne allowed him to take control, to hold her still or guide her as he saw fit. Garth told her in no uncertain terms exactly what he felt as he fucked her mouth, how she looked bent over his cock, taking everything he had to give. Knowing how much she pleased him inflamed her senses.
He pumped twice then moaned loudly. She whimpered in protest when he wrapped his fingers around hers on his dick, holding them in place, and gave a quick tug at the back of her head. When she was upright, he tilted her head back to look at him. What she saw stole her breath away. His irises were pitch-black. His cheeks were flushed, and a single bead of sweat slowly rolled down his the side of his face.
“Why did you stop me?” she asked quietly, surprised and more than a tad disappointed in not being permitted to bring him to release.
“I’ll be re-visiting your wicked little mouth soon enough, sweetheart, but this time it will be your pussy milking me dry.” Garth turned her toward the bench. “Are ya game to give it a go?”
“Hell yes!”
Being placed into position on the bench was an erotic experience in itself. He steadied her as she knelt on the knee rests then he moved behind her. He caressed her shoulders, down her back and over her ass cheeks before tickling along her inner thighs, getting her to spread her legs where he wanted them to be. Garth secured her with wide leather straps.
He came around the bench and attached her wrists to each side of the table portion. He then adjusted the headrest so she could lay her cheek on it.
“Comfy?” he asked, stroking her hair.
“Oh my God, Garth,” she whispered. “I…I…” Anne wanted to describe the numerous emotions she felt, the rightness of being where she was, of being with him, but words failed her.
“Do you have any idea how stunningly beautiful you are? How you’re fulfilling my fantasies? How much I want to fulfill yours?”
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p; From her angle, she watched him go to the bookshelves. He picked up a condom packet, ripped it open then rolled it down his cock. He studied and touched a number of the toys before returning to her empty-handed.
“I’m in a greedy sort of mood,” Garth said, meeting her eyes. “I want to feel each and every nuance of your responses.”
Goose bumps rose on her skin when he trailed his finger along her side as he moved out of her field of vision. He stopped touching her and didn’t continue speaking. Anne waited, her pulse pounding in her ears and her breathing the only sounds she could hear. What was he doing? What was he going to do? Should she ask? Should she beg him to make love to her? She wiggled, testing the strength of the restraints. All she accomplished was an increase in her sweet torment when her hardened nipples rubbed against the padded table.
His warm palms cupped and spread her ass cheeks. Anne cried out at the first sweep of his tongue around her puckered anus. He used the tip to poke and tease the tight entrance, sending bolts of pleasure racing up her spine and straight to her pussy and clit.
Anne decided begging was the most viable option in her current position. She was on fire with needing him. “Please, please, fuck me!”
His mouth was instantly gone, and his fingers clutched into her hips. “Your wish is my command.”
Garth surged into her cunt. Anne cried out when her orgasm began before he was fully seated. He gave her no quarter, thrusting into her with long, swift, powerful strokes, keeping her flying on waves of extraordinary ecstasy as he took total command her body, her care, her satisfaction.
When he reached his own release, Garth shouted and pumped his hips spasmodically until, with a loud sigh, he rested his body on top of hers. His chest was damp, and his breathing was labored. He made no attempt to sever their intimate connection, and Anne delighted in the comfort of being beneath and filled by him.
“We’re not leaving this house for the next two days,” he announced.
“I was hoping we might not even venture out of this little sexual haven you’ve got going on in here,” she responded, chuckling.
“Well, there’s a sawhorse in the living room we can put to good use, and there’s an extra large shower in my master bath, oh, and my new lounge chair is ultra roomy.”
“I like the way you think.”
Chapter Four
Garth glanced over at the clock on the bedside table then to the woman napping, snuggled against him. Her head was on his chest, one of her sexy long legs draped over his thighs as her left hand rested dangerously close to his re-hardening dick. He’d had her less than two hours ago but was quickly working into wanting, no, needing to take her again. With Anne, he was insatiable and had the recovery time of a goddamned teenager!
It was after five o’clock. The curtains were partially drawn, and with the waning early evening light, the room was bathed in shadows. Garth stared up at the ceiling and pondered what had happened over the last few days and what he wanted to happen moving forward.
He’d made good on his “not leaving the house” declaration and had added a no-clothing-allowed addendum for the duration of her stay. Anne had eagerly participated in every wild, inventive sexual encounter he’d suggested and had come up with a few doozies of her own. One of his favorites was when he’d awakened yesterday morning to find himself cuffed to the bed and Anne already going to town on his cock. A man could get used to waking up that way every day.
And the last two and a half days hadn’t been solely devoted to sex. They shared so many common interests and similar opinions; simply talking with her was a hell of a lot of fun. Garth had never been with a woman like Anne. She was an intoxicating mix of strengths and vulnerabilities all rolled into one gorgeous, unique package.
In the years since his second divorce, he certainly hadn’t been a monk, but he’d purposely kept the few relationships he’d had on a very casual level. Emotional drama and game playing weren’t his thing, and his ex had excelled at both. Anne had confided that she’d experienced a similar situation in her last relationship, which had caused her to stop dating altogether. When he’d asked why she’d decided now was the time to throw her hat back into the proverbial ring, she’d smiled and responded, “boredom”. Damn her honesty was refreshing! He strongly considered making a trip to the jail to thank Charles for being such a douche bag.
Garth lightly caressed Anne’s shoulder, causing her to sigh and shift closer in his embrace. Her fingers brushed the top of his cock, and Garth clenched his teeth to keep from moaning aloud.
Anne was going to be a major part of his life. Hell, the way he saw things, she already was. Two people didn’t connect so quickly, on so many levels, if something really special wasn’t going on. He knew their next few hours together would be pivotal; the real world called. He had to be back to work at six tomorrow morning; she had her monthly office meeting at nine and was eager to get back on her computer. Earlier, Anne had reduced him to a panting sex-fiend as she described how she’d integrate their goings on into her current manuscript. The manner in which they parted company tonight was vital to the progression of their relationship, but he wasn’t ready yet to leave the bed, let alone her presence.
Garth shifted, sliding his cock underneath her fingers. Even in sleep, she took him in hand. He grasped her upper thigh, positioning her so her pussy lips pressed against his hip. Almost immediately, he felt moist heat.
“Wake up, sleepyhead. I need you.”
“Mmmm,” she mumbled, sliding her leg off him while trying to roll onto her back without letting go of his penis. “Having the best dream. Finish it for me, will you?”
Her voice was slurred and thick and fucking sexy as hell. Garth grabbed a condom from the dwindling pile now on top of the bedside table, loosened her fingers from his shaft, and sheathed himself in record time.
He shifted over her, spreading her legs with his knees. He kissed her closed eyelids, cheeks and lips as he slid into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. He cradled her upper body, holding her close, and rocked gently.
“So sweet, so perfect,” he murmured. Being inside her, having her holding him so close, listening to her little sounds of pleasure were pure heaven on Earth.
Anne’s movements took on a more frantic pace. She dug her heels into the backs of his thighs and raked her nails down his arms. “Faster, harder, I’m so close.”
Garth gave up any delusions of making love to her slowly. Giving her what she wanted, how she wanted it was of utmost importance to him, so he followed her directions to the letter. The headboard banged against the wall as he let loose and took them both tumbling over the edge.
He wasn’t sure how long they stayed entwined together afterwards, but when Anne started to fidget, he just knew it hadn’t been long enough.
“Hey, aren’t I the one who’s supposed to have trouble cuddling?” he asked. Garth removed and dropped the condom into the wastebasket by the side of the bed then gathered her back into his arms.
“You’re an afterglow master,” she said, patting his chest. “I’d like nothing more than to stay right here, like this, for the foreseeable future, but…” She lifted her head and looked over at the clock. “That’s pm not am, right?” Anne asked with a grin. “My days and nights are all mixed up, what with me not wanting to waste my time with you sleeping.”
“I graciously accept the compliment,” Garth teased.
“But I’m worried about you, Garth.”
“Why?”
“I can catch up on my beauty rest when I want. You’re about to be working three twelve-hour days…and there’s a firearm involved! You need to be fresh as a daisy.”
“Mark will let me doze in the car.”
“Oh very nice,” she said, rolling on top of him. She sat up, straddling his hips. “By the time we get something to eat, because yes, I’m hungry again, and you get me home then drive back here, it’s going to be late.”
Garth played with her boobs, smiling when her nipples har
dened. “I think we need to take a quick shower before we leave.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“History shows that we’re unable to complete that activity with anything close to speediness.” She scandalously rubbed her pussy against his abdomen.
“What if I promise to use the soap and washcloth only in the manner for which they were originally designed?”
“I bet you a large pepperoni pizza that you won’t be able to make good on that particular promise.” She hopped out of bed.
“You’re on, sweetheart.” He enjoyed the view of her naked ass as she scurried to the bathroom. “That’s what I was already planning to pick up for dinner,” he added under his breath before hurrying to join her.
* * * *
Two and a half hours later, they arrived at Anne’s house. “You do realize it took every ounce of self-control I have not to start eating that pie in the car,” she stated, shrugging out of her coat and hanging it in the closet by the front door. She took the box from him and set it on the coffee table. “Let’s eat out here. I’ll get plates and napkins, and how about you see if you can find anything decent to watch on TV. What would you like to drink?”
“Water’s good.”
Anne headed into the kitchen. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and she needed to take a minute to regroup. During the ride home, they hadn’t lacked for things to talk about, but Garth hadn’t said a word about when or even if they would see each other again.
The last two days had been the most intense, incredible, amazing ones she’d ever spent in the company of a gentleman. He was a wonderful, considerate, inventive lover and an all around interesting guy. They’d done a hell of a lot of laughing but also had some pretty deep conversations regarding feelings and emotions, something she sure as shit wasn’t used to having with a man!
A tiny niggle of doubt crept into her thoughts. Had she turned their time together into more than it really was?
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