by Liz Madrid
I loved hearing Greg call out my name, the sound of it mingled with words that I never thought I’d hear him say. It excited me to see and feel Greg lose control, this man who demanded nothing but complete honesty and trust in me. I loved playing with the hairs along his chest and belly, my fingers following the trail as it led down to the delicious hardness between his legs, tormenting him with my tongue and my hands, my eyes watching him writhe and enjoying the control I was having over him.
When Greg couldn’t take any more of the delicious torture of my mouth and my tongue, he finally took control of me. This time, he abandoned the tenderness that he had shown me the first time we made love, positioning me on my hands and knees before him and plunged himself into me till I screamed his name, filling every inch of me as his cock hit me in places I’d never felt before and sending me riding the crests of a thousand waves about to crash upon the shore. I relished the roughness of his hands against my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, his hand pulling my hair so I’d arch my back against him as he pounded his cock inside me.
It did not take me long to reach the heights of my orgasm. When I did, my chest heaving as I buried my face in the pillows to muffle my cries, my fingers clenching the sheets on either side of me, Greg only held back his own release so he could take me again once my own orgasm abated, my body shuddering before him. Giving me only a few seconds to catch my breath before he turned me over, this time to face him so he could kiss me, Greg sent me through a thousand more waves as he entered me again, hammering in and out of me and listening to me scream, my words now littered with the same words I had heard him say earlier, modesty be damned.
I clung to him tightly as another orgasm overtook me, my legs wrapped around him tightly till Greg welcomed his own release, calling out my name, his hands holding my wrists down on the bed on either side of my head as his mouth descended upon mine to silence my own cries. And as the waves abated, leaving me drained and spent, I heard Greg’s voice against my ear saying words that echoed through my thoughts again and again, making me wonder as I drifted off to sleep if I had simply imagined them.
You are mine, Bella, he had said. You’re all mine.
The next morning, I awoke with Greg behind me as we lay on our side, my head cradled on his arm. The room was in semi-darkness, the only light coming from the the hallway outside the half-open door of the bedroom. As I stirred, I felt him move with me, as if the slight movement of my body had awoken him, too.
I sighed, moaning as I brought his hand tighter around me, smiling when I felt his fingers brush against my breasts. The thought of Greg so close to me made me smile and I rubbed my hips against him, hearing him moan in response. I felt his breath against my ear, fanning my hair as I brought his free hand down to cup my sex, letting him feel the wetness that awaited him there. But Greg was already ready for me, the hardness of his cock pushing against the moist heat between my legs, making me shiver with anticipation as he guided himself inside me, his leg gently nudging my thigh wider so he could tease the swelling nub of my clit. I leaned my head back, a gasp escaping my lips as his fingers knew exactly how to send my body writhing against him.
Greg was gentle this time, the languor of sleep still evident in his voice as he said my name, his teeth nibbling playfully at my ear lobe as I found myself whimpering at the sensations that washed all over me. I cupped his hand, my fingers following where his own fingers were gently rubbing, trying to learn something about my body that I never knew before. When his hand left my sex to prod my leg wider, I let my own fingers play where his own fingers had been, surprised at how I could pleasure my own body on my own even as his cock moved in and and out me.
My other hand moved towards my breasts, squeezing them and pulling at my nipples as I gasped and mewled at the pleasure that I was giving myself, burying my face in the crook of his arm as if I were too embarrassed to watch what I was doing. I’d touched myself before, yes, but not like this. Not for the express intention to pleasure myself to an orgasm, and especially not in front of anyone else.
But I was beyond a point of no return and this was no time for false modesty. The feel of him inside me was too much for me to ignore, awakening parts of me that I never knew existed, a wantonness that surprised me and made me blush. It was as if Greg were slowly revealing me, removing each layer without me knowing till it was too late. His voice urged me to keep playing with myself, further spurring me on as his words turned me on more than I realized, his voice as smooth as chocolate and dripping with the hunger that matched mine. His tempo began to quicken as Greg neared his own release, his grip tightening around my thigh, splaying me wide open, even as my fingers busy against my clit never ceased its movements. I could feel his hot breath against my ear, the sound of it inflaming me as I felt my body begin to quiver, anticipating the promise of sweet deliverance.
When I pulled my hand away, too afraid to push myself beyond the edge that awaited me, Greg replaced my fingers with his, and I found myself bucking against him as everything suddenly crashed all around me in a powerful release. I could feel the walls of my pussy clenching around him tightly, rhythmically milking him as he slammed his hips against mine, crying out against my ear as he came. My hand reached behind me to dig into the skin of Greg’s hip, our cries echoing in the semi-darkness of the room till it was over, leaving only the sighs of two people now too exhausted to move.
I turned my head to look at Greg and felt his lips against mine, our breaths mingling for a few seconds before we lay our heads back down on the pillow.
“Don’t ever be afraid to let go, Bella,” Greg whispered and at that moment, I believed him.
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While Esme and Evan are stand-alone characters and not connected to any of my novels, Ashe and Riley are characters from the Loving Ashe Trilogy and Sam and Erik are characters from my first novel, Finding Sam. Greg and Bella are characters from my upcoming novel Someone Like You.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Liz’s start in storytelling got its rocky start in 8th grade when the “play” she wrote landed her in the principal’s office for being a bit in the NSFW side. Since then, she’s done penance by writing romance and chick lit—although she does throw in a naughty story into the mix now and then.
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