by K. S. Adkins
“Surprised it didn’t happen sooner,” he says backing away, “But I’ll take my good luck where I can find it.” Rooting around the closet, he produces candles left by the resort for instances like this one. Lighting them, he places one on each night stand then takes my hand, guiding me to the living room. Lighting the last candle, he sets it on the coffee table and tosses my lighter over his shoulder.
“Come here,” he says summoning me with his finger. As for me, the candlelight makes me feel vulnerable. It’s too intimate, too soft and I can’t move. “Playing hard to get?” he says with a laugh. ”I don’t mind the chase.”
“What are we doing, Rio?” I whisper. Having so much to say with the right time constantly passing me by has me chewing my lip in worry. I needed another right time to show up and this gentle side of Rio was seriously throwing me off my game. Cupping the back of my neck and leaning in, he kisses the vulnerability from me the moment our lips meet and I was grateful.
“We are about to do something wild.”
“Wild?”
“That’s what I said.”
“But what does it mean?”
“It means I’m about to rid you of this robe, then we’re going to dance. Naked.”
“Oh.” I whisper.
Since meeting him I’ve been naked more than I’ve been clothed. Truth was, I loved being naked with him. Another truth was, outside of sex I was never naked with Alan. Ever. Rio looks bigger in the dim light, menacing and formidable. It catches me off guard when he uses one finger to slide the material from my right shoulder. Kissing my collarbone, he repeats the motion slipping the robe from my left. With my breasts exposed I couldn’t help but notice how heavy they felt. The only other time they felt like this was when I was pregnant and there was nothing sexual about that. This however, was more than sexual this was heady.
Lifting them in his hands, he licks around them slowly before sucking each nipple. My moan was instinctive, necessary. When he removed the belt, dropping the robe to the floor my breathing hitched.
“She’s beautiful.” He said wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling our bodies together.
“She’s fragile.” He said as he slowly started to move us in synch.
“She’s granite.” He said dipping me over his forearm and running a finger between my breasts.
“She’s filthy.” He said while trailing that finger between my legs.
“She’s mine.” He said dropping to his knees before burying his face in my pussy.
Never in my life have I had anyone speak to me like this or had an orgasm standing up. Anchoring my hands on his shoulders I moan with it, when I orgasm a second time, I cry out with it. When his index finger slips into my ass, I absolutely scream with it. And when he stands back up, kisses me and said, “I love her,” I didn’t hide my tears.
Here was a man who owned his feelings. I on the other hand was a coward and did the only thing I could think of. I hugged the hell out of him hoping he got it, that this was me loving him too.
For the first time since meeting Senior and Junior, I felt like I’d come home, a true home. Bet Lennox has this way about her, this vulnerability, she was a survivor. The woman radiated love like a furnace whether she knew it or not and I wanted her heat. When I told her I loved her, I swear she fought the need to say it back. Instead of the words, she just fucking hugged me.
It was the best hug I’d ever gotten.
This woman was love, period. Her family knew that, I wish Bet knew it too.
Feeling good about making her come three times, plus that look of awe on her face, I decided to lighten the mood. For some reason, the storm was keeping her on edge. If I was a guessing man, I’d say the storm going on outside ain’t nothing like the storm she’s got going on inside so, I needed to shift her focus.
Ease things up a bit.
Grabbing her robe from the floor, I toss it to her and she catches it. “Put it on.” I advise her.
“You just took it off and I like being naked.” She points out.
“It’ll be back off in oh,” I say looking at the clock, “sixty seconds.”
“You’d give the devil a run for his money,” she laughs sliding it back over her dainty shoulders. Shoulders that look small and weak in appearance but carry the heaviest of burdens. “You trust me, little Bet?” I ask opening the door and signaling her to follow me out into the dark hall.
“I trust you,” she says taking my lead. No lie, when she said I trust you it sounded like she wanted to say I love you.
Right then, I was so proud of her because she didn’t trust easily and I promised myself I’d do what it took to be worthy of the gift. Once we’re out on the steps looking over the resort, I reach for her belt and undo it.
“Atta girl.” I tell her tossing the robe back inside. Then dropping my boxers, I stand there with my cock out and take in her naked body being pelted with rain. Lightning blazes across the sky giving her an aura that I can’t look away from. She reaches up and runs the back of her hand down the side of my face making me shiver. Bet isn’t an overly affectionate woman and the touch affected me.
“I don’t know what you’ve got planned but, I have a feeling it’s a really good thing I’m loaded. We may need bail money.”
“Unless that rent-a-cop on a bike is out, we’re safe.” I tell her leading her down the steps. “I’m gonna count to ten, little Bet. You best get going.”
“Where am I going, Rio?”
“The island’s yours. Think of it as the wolf hunting the lamb.”
“Oh!” she giggles. “What happens when the wolf finds this lamb?”
“He eats her.”
“That is wild. Yum.”
“10, 9, 8,---”
With a squeal she takes off like a shot. Closing my eyes, I promised myself I’d give her a head start but I lied. The moment she ran I had to follow her. It was two thirty am, no one was out. The island was ours and suddenly I was starving.
For her.
Hell, I’m in the Upper Peninsula everybody hunts here. To not do this would be un-American.
Adrenaline was coursing through me.
Having no idea where to go, I just ran.
Here I was, the middle of the night, naked, running downhill. Even with my tits bouncing and leg fat rippling, I ran with gusto, I didn’t care about my flaws right then. Actually, with Rio I didn’t care about my flaws at all. As far as flaws go, I earned every one of them. Knowing he was seconds behind had me wanting him to find me quick just so he would stay true to his word sooner. But I didn’t stop. Covered in mud, soaking wet and aroused beyond words, I kept pushing. Splashing through puddles and dodging trees, I finally found myself beside the bushes about twenty yards from the Adirondack chairs I can’t seem to stop sitting in.
Those chairs called to me, but I forced myself to stay put.
Bending at the waist to catch my breath, I push the wet hair from my face and let out a loud squeak when he tags me around the waist and whispers, “Gotcha” into my ear.
Taking us to the ground he lays me down and spreads my legs with his knees. Had you asked me a week ago if I’d be okay laying on my back in the mud the answer would be no. But with this man above me with his breath coming is short bursts I will say today that there is no place else I’d rather be.
“You found me.”
“I’d find you anywhere, little Bet.”
“What does the wolf do to the lamb now?”
There it is, the smirk.
Without another word, he backs away, he moves to a squat balancing his weight on the balls of both feet. Staring at his meal, that’s what he was doing. He was savoring his find, toying with his prey. Now he’s on all fours and the rain has picked up again to a straight down pour. It was a struggle to see him but what came next I didn’t need to see.
I felt it just fine.
The first lick was my undoing. Every muscle in my body went taut then relaxed. My legs fell open like a butterfly spreading her wi
ngs. His hands gripped my hips and I hoped it left marks. He alternates between sucking my clit and biting my inner thigh. He releases my hips only long enough to spank me before he goes back to licking and sucking. The chaos of it, the rhythm on it was beautiful.
Staring up at the black sky completely uncaring of the rain pelting my face, I smile. All my life I wanted one thing, freedom. To do what I wanted instead of what was expected. Just once I wanted to be selfish and take. From the time I was a kid, I did the right thing. From boarding school to marrying Alan before I was ready, getting my degree in a field not of my choosing and taking over the family business. All of these things I did for others. The fault though, was my own. I wasn’t forced, I conceded and I accepted that.
The only thing I ever did for me was raise Indie, my way. When I found out I was pregnant, I swore she wouldn’t grow up too soon like I did. She would get those years to be irresponsible and learn lessons her way, not mine. College would be a choice not a requirement. Marriage would be on her terms, not her parent’s’ and most of all, I’d teach her to have fun. Christ, I know I’ve had a good life and that I was blessed but the weight I carried wasn’t easy. At a young age my life was centered around money. Earning it, investing it, donating it and these last few days, giving it all away. I’d gladly wake up with nothing if I could keep having this, him. As my orgasm builds I swore it was stronger than the storm I was surrounded by. Digging my fingers into the earth I let out a scream and it felt so damn good, I did it again and again.
When a bolt of lightning sizzles across the sky, I take a moment to lift my head up and that’s when our eyes met. His were fierce, mine were territorial and demanding. “More,” I scream. “Give me more!”
See, now that’s the thing about him, he always has more to give and selfishly, I took it.
Try not blowing when your dream woman is writhing around in the mud wanting only what you can give her. It’s a real effort, trust. Her back was arched as she screamed for me to give her more. More is my new favorite word, one with many meanings and I planned to explore them all. I’ve never witnessed fierce unharnessed carnality like this. With my face buried between her thighs and her knees caving in my skull, I could feel her life’s energy.
She was electricity. She was addiction. She was totally fucking alive. Little Bet Lennox was the storm.
What was happening here was primal, no doubt about it. This wasn’t the type of shit humans experienced every day. It was rare and I treasured it because I never expected to find it. Not for one minute did I think I was king pussy pleaser but no matter what I did, it got her off. Suck on her clit, orgasm. Bite her thigh, orgasm. Add a few fingers to stretch her out, screaming orgasm. A guy could get used to his woman wanting him that badly.
So to take it to the next level, I grab her hips and drag her through the mud. Putting her legs around my waist, lifting her up on to my lap, she takes my face in both hands and kisses me hard. Returning the favor our tongues battle it out while I slip two fingers back inside of her. Moaning her approval and grinding on my lap, she goes still for a few seconds when the other hand decided to play with her ass a bit.
Saying no wasn’t going to happen so I didn’t ask because I knew Bet loved it.
Working a second finger in, she bites down on my lip and earns a growl of appreciation from me. “Ride my fingers,” I order her. “Do it.” Another thing about her? She takes orders really well. Starting off slow to get her body adjusted, she begins a slow rocking rhythm then within seconds she starts fucking my fingers with abandon. “So damn tight.” I moan into her mouth. Never one to mess with the back door for multiple reasons I took it off the to-do list. Now, since meeting her, it’s on the to-do-it-often list. While she about breaks my wrists from the ride she’s giving me, I knew it was a matter of time until she came again. The woman was an orgasm waiting to happen. Swear on my balls, it’s like she had an endless supply of O’s and wasn’t ashamed to use them.
“Fuck me.” she demands.
“Thought I was.”
“In the mud, face down with you breaking my ass in. Be the first, the only. Fuck me.”
“Oh, that kind of fuck me I can do.”
Clumsily making her way from my lap, she slides the small distance back into the mud. At this point she was completely covered and didn’t seem to notice. Wasting no time, she gets on all fours, anchors herself and offers me a gift no woman ever has.
It just so happens, I like presents.
There was some serious trust taking place in these bushes. After Alan, hooking up was just that, a quick fuck. Not once did I know the man, care to know the man, or what it took to get the man off. It was about scratching an itch, taking pleasure anyway I could find it. However, it wasn’t until he slid a finger into a space no man has filled, that I realized prior to him it wasn’t pleasure, it was pathetic. A substitute, those encounters were a farce. This. This was pleasure.
It was raw and filthy, it would hurt and I wanted him to be the one who delivered that hurt.
I’ve heard about it, read about it, and always wondered what it would be like. Looks like I was about to find out and I was so turned on by it, I almost came again just from the thought of it.
This island and what happened here was like Vegas. Only I was gambling with more than my money, here I was gambling with my heart oh…and my ass.
“You sure?” he asks rubbing my muddy cheeks.
“Yes.” I answer digging my fingers into the soaked ground for support.
“Never done this,” he says looking as bewildered as I felt. “You gotta tell me what to do on this one.”
Peeking over my shoulder I take him in once more. He looks equal parts terrified and excited. Jesus, what a pair we make. Two whores who have no idea how anal works, a match made in the mud.
“Yeah about that,” I say hiding my face. “We’ll just wing it because, I have no idea either.”
“Wing it? I don’t think winging ass play is the way to go here, little Bet. A lot could go wrong.”
“Tell you what,” I offer. “Start slow, like stupid slow. You have a big cock, Rio. Oh God you’re smiling right now aren’t you?”
“Showing all my teeth, too,” he says spanking me.
“As much as I like to think I’m a trooper, if you’ve got the patience for it, this might take us some time.”
“Start slow,” he mumbles staring at my ass. “I can do slow, maybe. Shit.”
“Think of me as a virgin,” I begin completely aware that this is the most insane situation I’ve ever been in. Virgin and Bet Lennox in the same sentence alone is comedy material. “How would you treat me if I’ve never done this before?”
“Christ!” he groans rubbing himself all over me. “You can’t start talking virgins to me. I want your ass and this ain’t helping the start slow rule.”
“You are so hot when you’re fired up.”
“I’ll show you hot,” he says rubbing faster. “Stop talking and raise that ass up for me.”
Doing as he says, I raise it up and balance on my right arm leaving my left arm free. The moment I felt him there, seeking entrance, I started getting myself off because I was going to detonate and I wanted him in deep when I did it.
Neither one of us was walking straight after this one I just knew it and I’d never been happier.
Since the day I started having sex I made myself two rules.
1) Don’t put your face in a female’s pussy
2) Don’t put your dick in anyone’s ass
Not only have I broken the first, I was about to destroy the second. The fact is pussy is messy. Even if they won’t admit it, women know it. Sometimes it’s a gamble a males gotta take, most times it ain’t. Over the years I’ve been around my share and trust me, plenty of times I ran, fast.
But hers is fucking pristine, she’s got a handle on it and I can’t get enough of it.
Asses got nothing positive going on, but hers is small and puckered. If she handles that like she handl
es the rest, I was happy to be all up in it. I want to be the first, the only to break it in. My balls were heavy, my ass was clinched tight and all at the thought of putting my cock in that tiny hole. Never say never is my new motto.
“I’m going in,” I warn her as I get her in position.
“It’s not a tunnel, Rio, it’s my ass hole. Go slow but do something, I’m eating mud here.”
“You ain’t in no position to be pushy, little Bet,” I tell her, “Now let me do this.”
“Fine,” she groans, “But when this is over, it’s my turn. Payback’s a bitch, if you want her to be. P.S., you want her to be.”
It shouldn’t have caught me off guard but it did. Bet wanted to play with my ass, too? Jesus, I have to marry her and put that shit in our vows. For real, my woman was a giver and I couldn’t wait to receive.
The rain was still coming down in buckets and with my tip just inside she keeps pushing back like she wants to swallow it. Lightning cracks giving me a brief window of pure light and it’s the need on her face that did it for me. I’d go slow first, but all bets were off after that. We both needed this, badly.
When I sunk in a bit further without issue it took effort not to just slam the rest of the way in, it felt that good. Trying to feed myself inch by inch was torture for me but judging by her groans it was painful for her. “Hurting you?” I ask wondering if I should pull out. When she doesn’t answer me I said fuck it and started to back up.
“Don’t!” she yells while bearing down and wow I liked that. “Don’t pull out, Rio. Just… give me a second to adjust.”
Coming up to her hands, she eases herself back and forth slowly impaling herself on my dick. “That’s it,” I praise her, “Take that dick, little Bet. Work for it.”
“Oh fuck, it’s too much,” she cries out but doesn’t stop what she’s doing. “It’s not enough! It hurts really fucking good!” she screams bearing down even harder. As for me? Well, I just made sure to hold on to her because she was gearing up to fuck the shit outta me. Or am I fucking the shit out of her? Oh, who the hell cares, it was happening and that’s what mattered.
