by Pamela Ann
As my eyes flickered back and forth, searching her face, I knew this moment had been inevitable. We could find our way later down the road, but for now, we were at a standstill, free to explore and get lost in each other. The world could easily ebb away and we would make our own.
It was as if my hand was magnetized towards her body; I couldn’t hold back a single finger when I reached out to touch the curve of her cleavage. I watched her close her eyes, her body gravitating towards me.
Darkened with hungered desire, my finger traced the thin cotton strap of her dress, aching to touch her breasts. “It’s my turn, Emma,” I murmured.
With a forceful tug, the delicate strap broke on her right shoulder, making her dress hang loosely as she eyed me with shocked dismay. Her expression got me harder than I’d imagined possible. “My turn to claim this sinful body of yours,” I ground out the words before I ripped the strap from her other shoulder.
Beautiful didn’t even fit how she made me feel in this moment. I simply felt like a king, seeing that blasted dress pooling at her feet.
From the tip of her dainty toes, my eyes travelled north until they finally met hers again. When they did, I saw her face register the change in me. The man she once knew was gone and a primal, feral beast had now been unleashed.
My eyes sparked with electrifying lust as I took in her pebbled rosebuds. The more I scrutinized them, the harder they became. Still gazing at her perfect breasts, my fingers took hold of the side of her thong and roughly ripped the scrap off her body.
Her gasps fell on my deaf ears as I gathered the wetness the underwear had been soaked in. She was getting turned on by my rough handling, which excited me even more. I loved it rough and I knew I would enjoy it all the more with Emma.
Blue clashed on blue, each of our eyes unblinking as I took off my pants. Undisguised lust etched all over me as I watched the wanton woman bite the bottom of her lip at the sight of my now unraveled cock springing to life.
Her eyes said it all.
The more she perused it, the more furious her gaze became.
Gradually stroking my shaft, Emma was even more mesmerized as her eyes glued onto my length. Wetness slowly dripped from her thigh as she watched me touch myself with fervid arousal.
A moment later, Emma was caught unprepared when my fingers pinched one hard-budded nipple and twisted it. Upon releasing the tortured skin, I gently slapped her breast, bringing more awareness to her body.
Sex was, after all, all about senses, so why not make use of them all?
An impatient groan came from her as she tried to clench her thighs together, hoping for some relief.
“What are you waiting for, Bass? Where do you want me?” she demanded as gently as possible, yet the hint of desperation was unmistakable.
She was where I wanted her to be. Begging, emotionally and mentally, for me.
Letting go of my cock, I softly pressed my chest against hers, reveling in the naked feel of her against my bare skin. She felt as near to perfection as I had ever felt.
Gently, my hand caressed the side of her neck with soft, excruciatingly slow strokes. Once I reached her jaw, I paused around her lips, pondering, before I finally inched closer to her face, giving her a smile that meant it all. It was a smile that a person shouldn’t forget because it was one that meant you were going to get owned, possessed and ravished until you no longer knew who you were.
“Kiss me, Emma.”
Wetting her lips slowly, she forcefully pulled my arm away and pushed me hard against the wall. The rough impact on my back heightened my pleasure as I tried to contain my libido. I barely had time to think before Emma’s body rubbed against my own, pulling my face towards her.
My hands instantly wrapped around her while she cupped my jaw. Then, when our lips met again, her hunger was palpable as she devoured my lips whole. As much as I liked this to be rough and animalistic, I somehow urged the kiss to tone down.
Our kiss became slow, sweet, enrapturing as our tongues matched each other in hot passion.
Kissing Emma shifted me to a man I barely knew. The man now kissing her was full of need and packed with intentions that were probably too scary to even voice out loud.
It was fate that had led me here, not coincidence. It was embedded in my psyche. I just knew that Emma was meant to change my life; whether it was for the good or the bad, she was meant to be in it.
While I sucked on her tongue, she moaned as she ran her nails down my back, marking and grazing me with possession until I shifted positions and had her body against the wall instead of mine.
With our lips kissing and our tongues sparring, effortlessly I lifted her up and shoved her body hard, pressing it against the wall while her legs clutched around my hips. The position made it easy for my cock to connect to her heat. And when it did, it twitched against her parted pussy lips, coating it with her slickness.
Emma was past drunk from my kisses as she brazenly used her hips to ground against the mushroom tip of my length, guiding it towards her greedy opening.
Not yet, I chanted in my head as I slowly shifted my dick away from her inviting pussy.
Emma wasn’t having it. “Bass… I can’t wait anymore,” she panted out, fingers digging into my skin as she pleaded for my cock.
Wall fucking was great, but not great enough for my first time with her. Quickly thinking, I gathered her in my arms and took her outdoors to the partially shielded canopy bed that was out on the patio.
Her naked body flushed before me as I hovered over her. We each absorbed the other’s need, communicating on a different level of ecstasy.
The loud clapping of thunder broke out in the background, but we were beyond caring about anything other than each other.
This—wrapped in each other and gravitating towards the fruit of life—was what I had been waiting for all along and I wasn’t going to let a damn thunderstorm steal my moment.
No, not a damn chance.
Lowering my body, I planted her legs so that both of her heels were on the bed. The tip of my cock nestled in the cushions while I used two fingers inside her wetness at the same time my tongue teased her sensitized nub and folds.
She whimpered when my ministrations became too fervent. Eager, she pulled herself halfway up and pushed her lips against mine while my fingers were busy melting her core, prepping for my domination.
Raindrops splattered my back; however it didn’t deter me from my mission.
If I was impassioned, Emma was licentious as she wantonly licked the raindrops that were coming down from the sides of my neck and my earlobe.
If I had been going crazy before, I was about to kill myself if I didn’t finish now. My thoughts were at a standstill when Emma started to slip down, kissing and nipping my skin, towards my nirvana.
“Emma, I want you so fucking much,” I hissed through clenched teeth.
She lowered her mouth to capture the thick, throbbing head of my cock, applying extremely hard suction, much to my delighted shock. I was past modesty—past any thinking—when her tongue passionately circled around the bottom of the mushroom head without ever letting off with the suctioned pressure that was about to blow my head. “Shit—Emma!” I bellowed loudly when she hollowed her cheeks and took me deeper into her mouth.
My dick was thick, not to mention my length was long, and women always had a hard time going all the way when they blew me off. Skilled suckers was what I called the ones who could manage to take me all the way in. Emma didn’t gag halfway in and the mere sight of her blowing me off made me ooze some liquid out of my small slit, depositing it on her tongue.
Relaxing her throat, she managed to take me deeper until the tip hit all the way back. “Fuck, Emma!” Grunting in between pants, I wasn’t sure if the sight of my cock disappearing in her mouth was more of a life changer or if it was the knowledge that this woman had some mad skills that men would kill to have in a woman.
When her motions became fervent and relentless, I had to pul
l her off my shaft and kiss her into oblivion before I slowly made our way towards the cemented railing. “Spread your legs open, bend over and rest your elbows on the rail,” I commanded as I nipped her ear.
I didn’t even take a moment to admire her submissive posture before I got behind her, hands skimming all over her soft form. “You’re so beautiful, Emma. You’ve been my living nightmare,” I hissed in her ear at the same time I stuck my fingers into her.
Groaning, Emma pushed harder against my hand, demanding.
My eyes were closed as I lavished on her tightness around my fingers. “How does your pussy like to be fucked, Emma?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Her answer pleased me. We were both at the tipping point, so slow and sensual was fucking out of the equation. “You’re so tight, Emma. Do you think your pussy can handle my cock?”
She shook her head in response.
The thought of lodging my cock into her had already gotten me going. “Do you want me to rip you apart? Make this sweet, little pussy stretch while you wince in the pain and pleasure it will give you?”
She merely panted, “YES! PLEASE!”
The rain hadn’t stopped and we were both soaked. Another agonizing sound came from her when my other hand sought her anal entrance.
She was going to learn what pleasures her body could gift us and her untried hole was going to give me Heaven.
The thunder rumbled again, a little longer this time, just as my lips pressed against her arched back before I dropped one of my plans on her. “I will fuck you on one condition, Emma.”
She tensed. “What condition?”
“You give me your body the entire time we are here, day and night. I want it available to me at all times. No one else gets to touch it, but me. Allow me to fuck my addiction of you, in your mouth and in your sweet cunt. I want sole ownership, Emma.” I withdrew my fingers and positioned the tip of my fat cock against her pussy hole with just enough pressure.
One.
Two.
Three seconds before she gave me a response, “Yes…”
That was it. One word was enough to lift me off towards Heaven as my dick drove and pierced into her with one hard, rough thrust. “Perfect answer, you are mine now.”
Even with all of her abundant wetness, I was having the hardest time sliding in and out of her hole. “Hell, Emma. If I had known you’d feel like this, I wouldn’t have let you go,” I muttered as I took hold of her hips and forcefully took her harder until my shaft was fully inside, filling her to the brim.
Emma was heaving badly as she tried to accommodate my size. She needed practice and I couldn’t wait until I could easily slide into her pussy without difficulty.
“Open your eyes and look ahead. Don’t ever tear your eyes away until we’re done.”
She followed my directions, looking ahead.
The Aegean Sea was dark and foreboding. Black, thick clouds rumbled and terrifying bolts of lightning lit up the sky. The thunderstorm was dangerous and beautiful; Mother Nature at her finest.
Emma’s body violently shook as I pounded into her. When her head tipped to the side, she cried out, losing herself in the delirious moment of pleasure as I gave her ass a good, rough smacking.
“Keep staring at the tumultuous, thrilling beauty of nature in its rawest, purest, majestic form. This is what you do to me. You’re like a thunderstorm. This is how I feel about you.” Crazy. Dark. Volatile. Electrifying. All in one strange, beautiful combination.
“Bass, I’m losing it here. Just fucking finish me off already because I don’t think I can take this anymore!”
Without a word, I placed my hand around the back of her dainty neck, giving one last, powerful thrust that shattered us together.
Her pitched screams rung in my ears as her orgasm annihilated her and I rode out my own, seeing stars behind my eyelids.
The dick was sensitive after coming, so when her muscles gripped me hardcore, another wave of cream unloaded inside her pussy.
Our bodies quivered as my cock pulsated inside her. We were both panting heavily as we tried to catch our breaths.
Sex with Emma took the saying out of this world into another dimension.
Leaving a soft kiss on her shoulder, I pulled out of her at the same time that she happily sagged against me, sated.
Grinning mad, I carried her inside the house and went straight to her bedroom. Since we were both wet from the rain, I situated her at the foot of the bed before grabbing a towel to dry her off first and then myself.
Emma with her wet hair, swollen lips, glistening skin and that goofy grin she was giving me now… owned me.
Her eyes danced with mine as we eyed each other with pure wonderment—contentment—with this newfound world of each other we now moved in.
Simple moments like these were the best ones to remember. Never had she looked more beautiful in my eyes.
Touching her cheek with the back of my finger, I moved closer to kiss the tip of her nose. “I know we should shower, but I want to be close to you for a little bit longer.” I was becoming this sap that was so unknown to me and yet, I couldn’t help it. My need to be with her overruled and took over any common sense in me.
Now spooning in bed with my arms enveloping her, Emma broke into my thoughts.
“Bass?”
“Hmm?” I responded, holding her tighter against my chest.
She took a moment. “What did you mean when you said you wouldn’t have let me go?”
My fingers kept on stroking the side of her arm as I considered her question. Since we were starting anew, I wanted to be honest when it came to my feelings, most especially when it came to something about her. After losing her the first time, I knew I had to take better steps to ensure that she was well and satisfied without doubting anything when it came to where I stood with her.
“That last night in my bed, I wanted to tighten my arms around you and never let you leave me.” It sounded less dramatic, but each time I recalled that time, my chest would tighten up.
She stilled, peeking at me with a questioning frown. “What do you mean? You were asleep.”
“I wasn’t.”
She was now looking at me like I had just said the biggest lie known to mankind. “You looked like you were asleep.”
Looked… “I’m an actor, Emma.”
Her blonde mane brushed against my chest as she slightly shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around what I’d told her. “But why did you let me go then, if you clearly didn’t want to?”
Ah, Emma, Emma, Emma… why ask questions when you aren’t prepared to learn the things that might trouble you? Her question weighed on me. I wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear what I had to say, yet as I stated before, I planned to be honest as much as I could without hurting both of us… much.
Expelling a deep sigh, she placed her head against my chest, listening to my heart beating as she waited for my answer.
Picking up a strand of her hair, I toyed with it while I reflected on that moment in time. “You needed me to let go of you at the time. Carter was in your life, but with or without him, I felt that you needed to find your own happiness. I didn’t want to sacrifice your happiness for my own.”
She kept still, figuring things out quietly.
We were lost in our thoughts, holding onto each other with calm silence before she spoke up again.
“So… a thunderstorm, huh? I don’t know how to take that.”
Shifting a bit, I kissed the back of her earlobe before whispering into her ear, “You simply struck me without warning.”
Smelling her had me beginning to get hard again. So when I started nipping her neck as I rolled myself on top of her, I was more than eager to oblige when she urged me on.
“I want you again, Bass,” she moaned, slightly parting her legs to accommodate me before guiding my semi-hard dick and aligning it with her entrance.
Her heat radiated off her and my shaft was drawn to it like a truly add
icted animal.
“Emma.” Her name was rasped out of me as I gently rolled my hips and felt the head penetrate her, slowly expanding that tight band of slick muscle, stretching it wider to acclimate to my size.
I knew she was sore, but she didn’t stop me from taking her rough and hard. Trailing kisses on her face, a well of deep emotions ached in my chest as I connected with her in a whole different light. “Don’t make me fall for you, Emma.” I warned as I slid all the way into her, throbbing inside her swollen walls.
“You won’t,” she cried out.
She sounded so sure…
Kissing the side of her face, I then added, “What if it’s already too late?”
Pure Morning
Approximately two months later…
“Wake up, Emma.”
Her weekend away from me for the first time after eight weeks, bound to her almost on a daily basis, had made me miss her tremendously. She was enjoying London with her friends while I spent time in Paris. It was only a weekend.
Three days. Yet, those days were all it took to make me realize how much she truly meant to me.
She was asleep and I was waking her up the way she just liked it; with the hard strokes of my dick inside her while I whispered sweet nothings until she came out of her sub-conscious state.
My beauty let out a soft moan when she became aware that it was me waking her up while I worked in and out of her body, like a parched man. “Good morning, my love.”
A ghost of a smile formed on her lips. “Did you need to wake me? You could’ve just finished off by yourself,” she groaned, clenching around me.
She loved it… but each time, she feigned indifference.
“Where’s the fun in that?” I huskily asked, going deeper into her depths while her legs opened more to appease our hunger. “We both know how much you love waking up with my cock inside you, Emma.”
Her face crumpled. “Do you have to be so crude in the morning?”
“Says the woman who grows wetter with each filthy word I tell her.” My brow arched at her, knowing how she truly felt about it.
