Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  “Baxter… I want to tell you to stop, but I can’t. I think in some way we were waiting for one or the other to make a move. Everybody knows how sex can complicate things. It feels natural to be in your arms, I think that we should find someplace more comfortable.” He was in a state of delirium with his tongue moving around the area of my nipple and grabbing it with his teeth.

  “I don’t want to move and I don’t want to say anything too loudly to give you any possibility of stopping this from happening.” He was doing everything right including the way that his knee was rubbing up against my very excited mound. His lips were like fire sizzling along my skin. He was causing me to squirm which only made our bodies rub together even closer than they were already.

  “I’ve never had the occasion to do something in the great outdoors. I find it erotic and it makes me wet. You already know that from touching me. I would really like you to peel off my jeans and see for yourself.” He was tugging and I was undoing the button on the top.

  “I just have to have you and the feel of the heat coming from you only makes me want to taste you on the tip of my tongue. I want you to feel it flutter against your clit. I want to suck it deep and to pull at it with my teeth grazing along the skin to drive you crazy.” I couldn’t get my pants off fast enough like they were on fire.

  It was a warm rain and the spectacular fireworks of the lightning gave me something to watch while he insinuated himself between my legs. I felt the material being pulled from the cleft of my pussy. It was sticking to me and showed just how hot I was for his form.

  “I see that you see no reason to take them off.” I brought my legs up and wrapped them around his head. The insistence of my strong thighs was able to pull him into the gravity of my sexual desire.

  “I’ve wanted to see you like this for quite some time. I didn’t know how to say how much I wanted to fuck you without making it sound like I was putting you on the spot.” I would have listened to him without judgment, but I’m not sure that I would have been able to give him what he wanted at the time.

  “It’s all about timing, Baxter. I can feel your hot breath touching me. I know that you’re teasing to make it impossible for me to resist. You want to slide your tongue into my wetness and to taste the product of my arousal.” I was feeding his need for me and he was more than happy to pull me apart like a wishbone.

  The clothing I still had on above the waist was soaking wet not unlike another part of my anatomy. I began to move my body off the deck slamming my hole up against his mouth.

  He was making some kind of sound which was the perfect way to add a little bit more incentive to my orgasm.

  The sloshing sounds and the sloppy way that he was feeding on my hunger for him was not lost on me. I wanted him to give me all of his loving and then the gates of pleasure opened up to receive me.

  “Yes…get that tongue in deep and I want you to go where no man has gone before.” I was gyrating, twisting and turning and pulling at his follicles like a wild woman possessed.

  His tongue was amazing and was moving seamlessly throughout the steaming contents of my delicious nectar.

  He was holding onto me and wasn’t letting go. His hands were leaving an imprint of his fingerprints on my skin. It was a good reminder of how long I had wasted on watching him with other women.

  It must’ve killed him to see me with Adam. He never said anything and I felt bad to put him in the position of listening to my woes.

  I had barely any time to think about his unrequited love for me. His tongue continued on the same course driving me wild with anticipation. I was trying to catch my breath and I realized that what we were doing was scaring me half to death. I knew this was going to change everything. It was yet to be determined whether this was a good thing or bad thing. Only time would tell the tale.

  My impending orgasm started at the bottom and worked its way to the top making me shiver from the contact of his tongue wrapped around my little friend.

  I kept him down with my hands firmly on the back of his head and then I let go. The intensity of the second orgasm was like the other one didn’t even measure up. I never felt that much in touch with my sexuality.

  “Fuck me… I didn’t even get a chance to see it.” He had driven with the precision of a jackhammer between my legs. I held him lovingly and squeezed those muscles to hear him grunt his response.

  “Ask and you will receive.” He pulled back and I quickly scrambled to a sitting position on my elbows.

  The glistening shaft and the long vein down the back were quite a telling scene. I stared at him and reached out, but I just couldn’t bring myself to touch him in case this was some sort of hallucination.

  Grabbing him from around the waist, I pulled him back down to where he was sinking into the mire of my sweet delights. I could feel myself riding that wave of euphoria and begging him to join me with only my eyes.

  They were shining brightly with my mouth slightly parted and my tongue lazily moving across my lips.

  “I want that nice hard cock and I can’t believe how good it feels to be filled up by you. I never knew it could be like this and sex for me in the past has been a pale comparison.” He was slowly and methodically moving his hips in slow motion.

  I was able to feel every single inch all the way down to his heaving and heavy laden balls. I felt something unusual happening and then I was soaking him while convulsing on the ground in some sort of orgasmic fit.

  “I always love the differences between women in the throes of ecstasy. There’s never anything the same and it’s always a joy to figure out those things that will have them reaching the highest plaque of their pleasure.” His hands were underneath me and keeping me elevated in a position where he had the power.

  He was slamming into me repeatedly loud enough to sound like the very thunder cracking above.

  I frantically pulled open his shirt, ripping the buttons and not giving a damn that I had ruined something quite expensive. It didn’t look like he was complaining and his thrusts were becoming quite deep inside me. This was a turning point in our relationship and there was no turning back once the flood of my juices coated his shaft from the top of the head all the way down.

  “This is the best…that I’ve ever had it and you should be very careful about what you do next. It might be the difference between letting you go and never wanting to be apart.” He smiled wickedly, biting his bottom lip and then turning things up a notch.

  “It feels so right to be with you and I only wish that I had the courage to say something long before now. You’re the only one that has been able to keep me sane during the tumultuous years of my marriage. She’s nothing but a pretender when you obviously wear the crown.” I was lying there looking at him and not quite believing that I had gotten so lucky to find something right underneath my nose.

  I lost count after the third time and then I heard his breathing sounding like a steam engine running at full tilt. Raking his chest with my fingernails only encouraged him to fuck me harder. The red marks signaled an end to this interlude.

  His knob expanded and swelled inside me. It began to pulsate and pump what felt like a gallon of his sticky seed.

  He continued unabated, finding me spellbound by his stamina and how he was able to stay completely in the moment. His excitement never diminished and the scream of submission radiated in his facial features.

  The rain wasn’t coming down in buckets, but I figured this was the calm before the storm. I moved my hands down along his cheek. I felt small in his arms. To think it all started with him losing his balance when he was pulling the cord for the generator.

  He exposed the rest of his body by taking off his shirt and letting me see his physique glazed like a doughnut from how the rain was making him look even more tempting than usual.

  Chapter Three

  It was a little awkward after reality set in and we tried to say something to one another but nothing came out. He was content getting a fire started and the glow
of the flames licking in the fireplace warmed the skin of our bodies.

  I wrapped myself in an Afghan and looked around at my surroundings. I began to envision a renovation that would entail many hours of hard labor. It would be worth it, in the end, to see the finished product come to life before my eyes.

  Our clothes were hanging on a makeshift clothes line near the fireplace. I still wanted more and what we had done barely scratched the surface. He looked embarrassed and I had to let him know this was a two-way street.

  “Baxter, you know this isn’t like me, but I think we need to talk about this. We did something to change the dynamic of our relationship. I have no regrets, but I need to hear you say the same thing. You’ve been harboring these feelings and I was blind to your pain.” He looked at me quizzically and then he laid back on the bearskin rug with his hands folded over the other.

  “Do you really think I have any regrets? This was my dream and my nightmare all rolled into one. I’m afraid we won’t be able to be friends. I can only hope that you can see this as a good thing. The added component of sex to our friendship only makes it stronger in my opinion.” I was thinking the same thing, but it was complicated with Adam and Michelle still lingering like phantom ghosts from our past.

  “I’m going to show you something and then I’m going to send it. I’m through playing games. I might be young, but I know when to cut my losses.” I showed him the text message and I wanted his opinion on whether or not it was too harsh. “You have the perfect poker face and you could bluff your way into a fortune if you put your mind to it.” His face was expressionless and the only way that I was going to get a straight answer was by confronting him.

  “I think you said what you had to, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea to do it with this impersonal touch. It’s not going to be pleasant, but face to face is always better to make them see they have no recourse.” He did make an interesting point and one that I had been thinking about.

  “I’m going to change it and tell him that we need to talk. If he’s any judge of character, he’ll know what that means without me having to paint him a picture.” I let the Afghan slip from around my shoulders giving him a bold portrait of my porcelain skin slowly unveiled one inch at a time.

  “Rachel, you’re doing that on purpose to get underneath my skin and you’re doing a damn good job of it.” The window panes began to rattle with the wind picking up to Gail Force status. I was going to give it a run for its money with my ungodly screams of pleasure echoing in the enclosed space.

  “Tell me what’s on your mind. I think I already know what you’re thinking. Every man is the same.”

  “I hope you don’t find this kinky, but I have something that I would like to try.” I felt like he was hitting me and there was no way to duck from what he was obviously going to tell me.

  “Color me curious to know more.” I was waiting and then he got up and went and came back with a candle with a lighter.

  “I want you to get naked and let me drip hot wax all over your body. I want to see you moan and how your body responds. You don’t have to do it, but it’s already getting me ready for round two just thinking about it. Don’t expect this to be one sided. I want you to do the same thing to me. I never was able to tell my wife about the browsing history on my computer in the dead of night.” I could only imagine what that would entail. I would’ve loved to look over his shoulder.

  I had found some interesting sites where leather was quite prevalent. We were both looking for something to arouse our libido.

  I excused myself for a moment and slipped back into those boots by the door. It was the only thing that I was wearing with him sitting there holding the candle with this stupefied look on his face.

  “I am a sucker for leather boots and yours makes me want to lick the tip all the way up to the top. Come over here and sit down where I can see you to appreciate the view. I’m glad that you are quite responsive and able to enjoy yourself without reservation. Adam is a fool to let you go, but you are better off with someone who understands you.” We still had our secrets, but they were very few and in between.

  “I thought you were a leather man and I could almost see the drool when you saw me looking at them in the window. I had to have them and I thought that every man would be on their knees ready to serve me. Something deep down must have been there all this time about you and I didn’t notice.” It was possible that I was afraid of stepping into the unnecessary drama of his marriage on the rocks.

  “It’s like a shot of adrenaline between my legs. You and those boots are my personal Viagra.” I saw the large and imposing presence and I loved the way that it was bobbing up and down like it was shaking its head in the affirmative.

  “I can see that and you’re making it very hard to stop myself from jumping you. I want to pin you down and ride you while dripping the wax down your chest at the same time. You made this suggestion and it would be rude of me to take it out of your hands.” He didn’t seem to mind that I was going to wear the boots and he took a few moments to feel them with this hungry growl forcing its way out between his lips.

  “Just touching you and watching you wear those boots put me in a better mood.” I brought the tip of my right boot up to his chest where he grabbed it and began to give it the attention it deserved.

  He spit shined the entire thing and then allowed me to cup his shaft in between both of them.

  “I can see that this is doing something for you.” I was jerking him off slowly with my feet encased in leather. He was practically my slave willing to do anything to make me happy.

  “I could cum all over those boots, but I’m not going to.” I could’ve easily changed his mind, but I was ready to progress to where I was going to be covered in wax.

  “Go ahead and I know you want to.” He lit the wick and waited for a suitable amount of time before proceeding.

  The first contact made me arch my chest and I closed my eyes to the pleasing sensation of warmth touching my flesh.

  My feet were still wrapped around him and I only had to open my eyes to see that he was dripping like a faucet. He was rubbing the hot jizz into the boots.

  He moved his manhood down into the valley of my wide open legs. With one movement, he was burying his staff while the wax dripped unpredictably from the candle.

  “I love the look in your eyes and the way that your muscles contract when you feel the wax making contact.” I thought that he was ramrod stiff when he was fucking me on the deck, but he seemed to grow an inch. I didn’t even know that was possible and the feeling was pushing me towards the edge of my sexual awakening.

  “Take me from behind. I don’t want to see the wax coming. The doggie position is my favorite and I always get maximum penetration. You can pull my hair and slap my ass at the same time. Give me an inch and I will surely take a mile.” I felt momentarily disappointed when he was no longer fully in my grip.

  Assuming the position, I was looking at the flames in front of me and then he brought both hands down on my cheeks with a definitive slap. I managed to keep quiet and only squeaked to make him think I was strong. He continued to supply me with the heat baking my buns and then he slipped back into the saddle like he was never missing in the first place.

  “I must admit this position has become one of my favorites. You can feel what you do to me and let me be crystal clear this is your doing.” I hadn’t had a drop of liquor, but I felt intoxicated by the sexual scent in the air.

  I wasn’t prepared for the wax and my inner muscles worked him over from stem to stern. He was biting my ear and the scorching wax was a nice way to turn up the heat. I was on my hands and knees taking what he had to offer. Balls deep and moaning in my ear was a good way to strip away any defenses I might’ve had left.

  “I’m sex drunk with you on my lips. Your cock is exploring my tight hole. There’s no better feeling than having that stiff cock at my mercy. My juices are sliding down the length of you and I can make it better by doing this.”
I reached back and gave enough pressure to his balls to make him fall over top of me. The heat of his breath was on the nape of my neck.

  “You want more and I can feel this is only the beginning for the two of us. We need to unshackle ourselves from those weighing us down. There’s no point in giving them false hope. I doubt Michelle is going to fight me when I produce the divorce papers. I’ve had them in my possession for some time and I never was able to pull the trigger.” It wasn’t the dirty talk I was waiting for, but it certainly did give me hope for the future.

  “I want you to give me a lesson and make it hurt.” He pulled my hair back and the sensation was enough to make me cream all over him. “That’s it…show me what I have been missing and don’t be surprised if I end up on your doorstep.” His manly steed was forging full speed ahead and the sheen of sweat on us only confirmed the passion in our loins.