Unsure (Sure Mastery)

by Ashe Barker

  Careful not to settle my bottom on him—I don’t want my wetness to leave any telltale marks—I lean in, my palms on his cheeks as I settle my lips over his. I mimic his earlier actions as I ease my tongue between his lips, exploring his mouth. He tastes wonderful, sensuous and delicious, soft and welcoming, and I am unresisting as he pulls me closer. I deepen the kiss as he tunnels his hands through my hair to pull it away, round to the back of my head. He twists it around his hand while he slides his other palm possessively across my breasts, shaping and molding. I gasp, but don’t try to break the kiss. I don’t even try to break it when his hand leaves my breasts to slide down across my stomach and brush the dark curls between my legs. He combs his fingers through the tight curls before sliding farther to stroke the soft folds of sensitive flesh. I jerk in response, only to find his hand securing my hair is holding me firmly where he wants me. And where I want me. I sigh into his mouth and continue to swirl my tongue around his as he slowly circles my pussy before slipping one long finger inside.

  I moan against his mouth, loving the sweet friction, loving the feel of his finger inside me. I move my hips instinctively, seeking to increase the pressure. Perversely, as if he knows what I’m about—and I’m sure he does—he slides his finger out again, only to inch forward to stroke my clitoris. The pleasure is so intense, so immediate, I feel the first tingles of orgasm starting to build. I shudder in welcome anticipation as he expertly rolls the sensitive little nub between his finger and thumb. Christ, who ever knew it would be so easy?

  Then, just as suddenly as it began, it ends. His hand doing such wonderful things to my clit drops away and he gently tightens his grip with his other hand, holding my hair. He lifts my head, breaking the kiss. I find myself looking into deep green eyes, sensual and knowing. “Mmm, that was good, Ashley. Well done. Now, it’s your move, I think.”

  “What? I thought we…”

  “Your move, love.” He turns me easily in his arms so I find myself sitting in his lap, now facing the chessboard again. Blindly I reach out and move another useless pawn.

  “Ah, that’s cruel, Ashley. I’m dying here.” His low groan is intensely satisfying to hear, given the unfulfilled state of arousal he’s created for me. I’m helplessly lost in a fog of desperate frustration now and don’t care what happens as long as he finishes what he started. And soon! All thoughts of modesty have evaporated, I just want his hands—or probably better still, his cock—between my legs. I shift in his lap, trying to find some release.

  With a chuckle he leans forward and moves his castle again. “Check. Another kiss I think. But this time, I get to kiss your lips.”

  I turn my face helpfully to his, but he simply smiles at me. “Not those lips—gorgeous though they are. Lie back on the sofa, Ashley. And open your legs.”

  My eyes widen as his meaning dawns. This is a first for me, and I’m unsure how to react. I get no time to consider the matter, though. He eases me back onto the leather cushions as he slides from the sofa to kneel in front of it. He takes hold of my legs and pulls me toward him, positioning me on the edge of the sofa before gently but firmly sliding his palms up my inner thighs and pushing them apart. I lie there, conscious of my complete vulnerability, totally exposed, open to him. He winks at me before lowering his eyes, and I force myself to remain still as he looks his fill at my most intimate, private places. Finally, satisfied with his scrutiny, he lowers his head.

  And my fortitude is rewarded. I scream, and jerk my hips off the sofa as the most intense, shocking and sweetly delicious sensation shoots through me, filling every corner of my body, tingling and throbbing. Every part of me is aware, involved, but the sensation is pooling at my clit where his lips and tongue are working, licking, tasting, lapping. Anticipating my reaction Tom holds me still, sliding his tongue around the entrance to my pussy, and I accept his kiss, welcoming it, as he slips his tongue inside me. And I’m lost. I’m gasping, pleading, when he finally turns his attention to my clitoris. He flicks the swollen little pearl ruthlessly with his tongue until I’m thrashing mindlessly under his mouth. Then he ups the ante, drawing the engorged bud into his mouth and he sucks. Hard. I give a ragged moan as my orgasm explodes through me, rocking me with its intensity.

  Never, never has anything felt even remotely as good as this. The waves of pleasure pulse through me, starting at my clit, under his clever, wicked mouth and rippling outwards. It feels as though I’m falling, spinning, swooping toward…ecstasy. Even as the glorious tingling starts to subside Tom slips first one, then two fingers deep inside me, my inner walls clenching around him as he strokes me, stretches me to prolong the release, to draw every last shiver and moan from me before he’s finally satisfied with his work.

  I’m limp, boneless as he finally lifts his head and slides his fingers out of my pussy. My eyes are closed, my breathing ragged. If asked my own name at this moment I suspect I’d struggle to come up with an answer. My world is rocked, my reality shifted. Now, at last, I know what all the fuss has been about. Now, at last, all my hormones are the right way up.

  I lie still, waiting for my head to stop spinning. A few moments pass before I feel myself being lifted from the sofa and laid on the floor. Against my back I can feel the fleecy softness of the huge sheepskin rug in front of the stove, and I feel the heat from the burning logs brush over my naked skin. I’m aware of Tom stretching out alongside me, the offending jeans now gone as he drapes his leg over both of mine to lean over me, kiss me. I feel his lips, gentle against mine and can taste the salty tang of my own juices on them. I open my mouth to accept his tongue, reaching for him to caress his neck, to run my fingers through the softness of his hair. I feel so wonderfully relaxed, so ready. Willing. And yes, at last, so eager.

  “Checkmate, sweetheart.”

  I smile, still not opening my eyes. “About bloody time! What took you so long? I thought you were good at chess.”

  “I take it you’re happy to proceed then.” The words are softly whispered as he eases himself above me, my legs opening under him. I hear the snap of the foil packet as he tears it open, feel his slight movements as he quickly unrolls the condom over his erection. He positions himself, his weight on his elbows, and I can feel him poised at my entrance. Nudging, just barely penetrating me. He holds still, waiting. I hear his voice but can’t make out the words as I brace for his first hard thrust.

  “Open your eyes, love. I need you to answer me.” His lips are on mine again, gentle, his kiss light and teasing, just enough to get my attention.

  “What? Why are you…?” I’m confused, I thought he was about to fill me. Why hasn’t he?

  “Tell me you want this, Ashley. I need to hear you say it. Please…” His voice is ragged, tense as he waits for me to make sense of his words.

  “I don’t understand, what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” I’m starting to panic, inexperience and lack of skill making me nervous, self-conscious. “Is there something you want me to do?”

  “Yes, sweetheart. I want you to ask me. Ask me to fuck you. I need to know you want this, that you want me inside you.”

  Understanding penetrates my fog of sensual delight and arousal. This is about my rape by Kenny. This is Tom Shore checking even now, at this stage, after all we’ve done already, that I’m there with him. That I’m about to let him thrust his cock into me because I want him there, that I’m not being forced. I smile, open my eyes to look up into his beautiful emerald gaze, dark now with his own desire but still focused on me, on my needs. On what I want.

  I reach up, caress his cheek. “Yes, yes, please. I want you, I want you to fuck me. Now, do it now. Please.” My words are whispered, but I hope I’ve made myself clear enough. It seems I have, as I feel his thick shaft press forward, sliding into me, stretching me.

  I gasp—this is so much more than I anticipated. In every way. Tom is gentle, his penetration slow and steady, giving me time to adjust, to accept him. He is not small, I knew that. But still, the sensation of stretchi
ng takes me to breaking point, the friction burning my inner walls despite the wetness there. I moan, clutch at his shoulders, frightened suddenly. He stops, drops his head to nuzzle my neck.

  “It’s okay, love. Relax. I won’t hurt you. It’s not going to be anything like before.” And then he’s fully inside me, buried to the hilt. He holds still as my pussy stretches around him, as I feel the head of his cock against my cervix. And I know I’m still alive. Very much alive, in fact. I can do this. I want to do this. I lift my legs, wrap them around his waist, open myself fully for him.

  “Is there anything I should be doing? I want this to be good, for you.” I ask the question hopefully—if there’s some skill or technique I need to know I want him to share it with me. Teach me.

  “Sweetheart, if I had my way you’d be tied to my bed at this moment, blindfolded, helpless under me. But as it is, I’d be obliged if you’d agree, please, to just lie very still if you can, keep your eyes closed, and enjoy what I’m about to do to you. Do for you. Can you do that, love?” The question is followed by a soft, sweet kiss on my parted lips, his tongue slipping into my mouth to plunge the depths there just as he sank his cock deep into my body. Unable to answer with my mouth I squeeze my inner muscles, gripping him tight, and gyrate my hips slightly to let him know I’m okay, and that I agree to his terms.

  He withdraws, almost pulls out of me then plunges back, deep and hard. I cry out, the sound swallowed by Tom’s mouth as he repeats the thrust. And again, finding his rhythm. The delicious friction is burning, tingling. I feel my body start to clench, squeezing him to increase the pressure on my inner walls, the ripples of arousal building with each hard thrust. He angles his body, shifting the direction of his entry slightly and the sensation is intensified, so much I can hardly breathe, hardly bear it. My pussy is tightening, pulsing, as my body takes over, my response beyond my control now. This is wonderful, fabulous. Indescribable.

  I’m no virgin, not by any stretch, but hell, I’ve never felt anything even remotely like this. Never even imagined it could be like this.

  His mouth lifts from mine and I cry out as my body spasms around his hard length, accepting, reveling in this glorious new sensation, this intimate, powerful connection between us. What he’s showing me, sharing with me. The secret he’s letting me in on. I stretch my hands above my head, my fingers clutching at the fleece of the sheepskin rug. Tom’s hands follow mine. He threads his fingers through mine to hold me in place while he deepens his thrusts, pounding into me even harder, his tempo picking up, hitting that wonderful, sensual spot deep inside me with every stroke.

  I arch upwards, beyond coherent thought again as I feel my climax start to build. Now taking both my hands in one of his, Tom slides his other hand between us to stroke my clit, first circling the sensitive nub as he did before—his touch light as he traces it softly. Then he slides his gentle fingers through my wet, slick lips before firming his touch. Now he takes my clit and rolls it firmly between his fingers, heightening my pleasure beyond all imagining. I might have screamed. I’m sure someone did. Then I shatter, the fireworks behind my eyes detonating as I spiral off into my own personal pyrotechnic starburst. My body arches, and I scream again as Tom takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. Bolts of lightning shoot from my nipple to my groin, my whole body crackling, electrically charged, pulsing as my orgasm grips me, carries me away. I’m airborne, spinning, falling again, but this time I know my joy is shared.

  Tom is tensing, his thrusts more forceful, his own orgasm gathering. A brief moment of respite before I feel the crackling, pulsating pressure grip me again, My pussy clenches once more before the sensation bursts, explodes and I’m spiraling away, helpless, overjoyed, overwhelmed. And this time Tom’s right there with me, his own shout forced from his mouth as his release grips and takes him. I feel his cock jerk inside me as his semen pumps out, its warmth caressing my cervix as he falls forward, his weight momentarily on me before he rolls quickly to the side, taking me with him.

  Breathless, we’re silent for a moment, drinking in the wonder of what just happened. Drowning in it. Tom shifts slightly to pull me on top of him and I realize he’s still inside me. He nuzzles my ear, then the sensitive skin below it. He slides his strong, firm hands down my back to cup my bottom, holding me in place when I might have moved.

  “Christ, Ashley, that was worth the wait.” His muffled words are dropped into my ear as he flexes under me, as though readying himself for another round. Instead, though, he gently lifts me away from him, separating us and carefully setting me down alongside him, face down in the fleece. I watch him over my shoulder as he swiftly removes the condom and ties it tightly, slinging it carelessly into the hearth to be disposed of later. He turns back to me and lifts me easily in his arms, pulls me again up, over his chest to lie there, draped listlessly across him, thoroughly sated, thoroughly fucked.

  He enfolds me in his arms, sinks his fingers into my hair to caress the back of my head, the nape of my neck. He drops his other hand to my bottom again, easily reaching, to slide intimately along the seam between my buttocks. My legs drift apart and he teases me as he feathers his touch around my entrance once more. Oh God, will I ever get enough of this?

  I moan, and he chuckles. “I’m guessing you like this, sweet Ashley?” I nod against his chest, wriggling and writhing as though to catch his fingers and ease them into me again. Please.

  “Happy to oblige, baby,” he murmurs, understanding my need as he reaches farther, sliding his fingers into me once more. First one, then two, and I can only shiver, tensing in anticipation as my body responds again. Tom shifts, rolls to his side, and I find myself on all fours, him curled around and behind me, my bottom at his eye level. Christ, what a view he must have but I find I don’t care. He was right about passion driving out all modesty. I spread my legs instead, past any shred of shyness now as he purposefully slides his fingers deep inside me, them pulls them out to rim the lips of my pussy before plunging back in.

  This is for me, just for me, all for me, and the sweet generous gift is almost more beautiful than the pleasure curling through me. I tense, instinctively seeking more pressure, and he provides it with a third finger, angling his hand so his thumb is against my clit. He rubs softly, and I start to come. He increases the pressure, and the fireworks are off again as I clench around him, moaning and thrashing my head from side to side. I hear the tear of foil and snap of rubber, and even before my orgasm has died he’s withdrawn his fingers and he’s sliding back inside me from behind. My sigh of welcome is all the encouragement he needs. There’s no pain this time, no fearful tensing. I just relax under him, his hands holding my hips steady as he eases inside me, slowly withdrawing and sliding home again. He thrusts purposefully, the friction just right, and I move my hips instinctively in tune with the rhythm he’s setting. The first urgent rush of desire and need spent, this time is unhurried, easy, long and slow. I rest my forearms on the rug, my bottom held high and my legs widely spread for him to access all of me. And I sink into a heady, pre-orgasmic haze of pleasure, the result of being so beautifully, skillfully and thoroughly fucked.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Lamb casserole all right?”

  I’m seated at the kitchen table, my legs tucked under me, slightly sore but in a good way, wearing only Tom’s discarded shirt. He’s just pulled on his jeans, commando-style, and he’s now fishing about in his huge chest freezer for something for us to eat. The two border collies are milling around, watching with optimistic interest.

  “I should really have fed you first. Food before fucking, I’m sure that’s the rule. What must you think of my manners?” He’s grinning as he returns from the utility room with a large square dish wrapped in cling film. I suspect another sample of Mrs Richardson’s home cooking may be my next unexpected treat in what is turning out to be an absolutely wonderful day.

  I laugh. Really laugh, and note with some surprise that it’s the first time I’ve actually laughed out loud in
a long time. Tom glances sharply at me, his grin widening. Maybe he’s noticed too. I think so. He passes behind me, stopping to drop a kiss on the top of my head and slide a cheeky freezing hand down the front of my/his shirt. I shriek and start to struggle but he holds me firmly in place with his other hand on my shoulder while he warms his cold hand on my breast before lightly squeezing my nipple. Only when I’m relaxed and acquiescent does he straighten, slide his hand out. “I know some tricks with ice lollies we could try later. We’ll have those for pudding.” And without warning, I’m laughing out loud again.

  The casserole is wonderful, naturally. I’m thinking the pudding could be even better.

  * * * *

  After we’ve eaten, Tom slings Jess and Fly out into the yard before piling cushions from the lounge on the table. I watch nervously, wondering what might be coming—apart from me. Tom sits alongside me, taking my hands in his.

  “Will you let me tie your hands, blindfold you and lay you on the table? Your legs’ll be spread wide, obviously. You’ll still be able to move, but your hands will be behind your back. You won’t be able to see what I’m doing, but that makes it feel more—intense. I won’t do anything to hurt you, you have my promise. Do you trust me, Ashley?”

  I hesitate, not sure where this might lead. He senses my unease. “It’s okay to say no, love. We can still do what I have in mind for you, and it’ll still be good, I promise. But I do genuinely believe you won’t regret doing it my way. And I’ll give you a safe word. You won’t need it, but it gives you control. So, are you game for a little adventure, Ashley?”

  His hands are still holding both of mine. I look down at them, at the long, skillful fingers that have already brought me more pleasure than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams. I can’t imagine them hurting me. I realize I do trust this man. If he says he won’t hurt me, then I guess it’s true. Pushing my inhibitions and boundaries, though, now that’s entirely another matter. I’m not ready to submit to him totally, maybe I never will be, but I do want to try a little sexual adventure and it feels safe with Tom. Pretty much. I take a deep breath, and nod my consent.