by Jenna Allen
“You’re so tight, Daisy. Maybe you weren’t lying.” I contracted around him, squeezing his cock inside of me. “Damn.” His voice echoed against the trees. His hands held my hips still as he shoved into me again and again. Plunging deeper, though there was nowhere to go.
His body pounded into mine, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. When I could think to I squeezed him tighter, deeper into me. But I stopped thinking, letting the sensations roll through me as I came.
“Did you like it, Daisy?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He hammered on, the lubrication from my climax helping him go faster. The squishy sound, the tell-tale smell of sex permeated everything. His hands slid from my hips, squeezing my ass and pulling the cheeks apart. The pace never stalled, but his fingers danced over me, using my juices to rub circles around my clit, my asshole. The sensations came from everywhere. Sight, sound, touch, smell – but it was my mind he was fucking now.
“You’re going to come again, aren’t you?”
I moaned my response, not able to even beg him to come with me this time.
“Go ahead, baby. Let me feel it. Come for me.” His finger pushed into my ass, making me gasp. I came with the next thrust, but he didn’t let up his onslaught. The pleasure grew so intense every wriggle sent me higher, every movement from him, or me, drew the orgasm out.
His heat exploded inside of me and he held still for a moment, letting it stay deep and warm me, before pumping a few last times to release himself completely.
His climax and mine mixed together and oozed out my body. My breath still hitched, my mind still spun when the tip of his tongue danced down the length of my receptive neck.
“You liked that, didn’t you, Daisy?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I pressed my body against his. Still aroused, grateful. I’d had this fantasy for so long. To be taken. We’d tried before, but whenever I started to struggle he couldn’t go on.
This was so unlike him. He was assertive, but never aggressive. Always eager to let me lead the way. But I didn’t always want to have to. And so we played our games.
“I promised I’d get you home before dark.” He rushed to his feet, dressing as if his alarm hadn’t gone off and he was late for work.
Looking about me I gathered up my scraps of clothing and tugged them on. He didn’t say a word to me, just folded the blanket and began the march back to the truck.
This seemed a little too in character for my liking. The best part of acting out a fantasy was not having to live the awkward moments. I followed him, watched him set the blanket on top of the seat. Good thing. What was left of my panties lay back by the creek.
“We didn’t find any wildflowers.”
“Maybe next time.” He tapped his watch and gave me a lopsided grin.
“When?” I asked after the engine roared to life.
The tires spun beneath us, his hands tight on the wheel. “Soon, as long as no one finds out. Don’t go telling your friends. I don’t want to get in trouble with your mama.”
I smiled and slid closer. My mother liked him more than she liked me. Resting my head on his shoulder I breathed him in all the way home. He pulled up across the street from the house, just like before.
“You promise you’ll call me?” I teased, sliding out of the truck.
“Next time I need wildflowers, Daisy.”
I walked carefully to the door. A skirt this short and no underwear could be dangerous. Thank goodness no breeze blew. Taking the spare key from under the planter I let myself in. I made my way past the bedroom and straight into the shower.
I leaned into the spray and closed my eyes. He was amazing to do this for me, to fulfill a fantasy he didn’t share. I’d dreamed up scenarios to try it out, but he could only push so far before he broke.
But not this time. He’d thought of a way to take me without a fight. And not sharing beforehand made it all the more exciting.
I stepped out of the shower and toweled off, my skin still sensitive. My mind jumped across all the ways to return the favor as I dressed. I wanted to surprise him too.
“Mama! Mama!” DJ’s feet pounded through the house. He’d started calling me Mama the second time I met him, stealing my heart. I learned in my teens babies were not in my future, but by some miracle I still got a son. I made my way to find them.
“Look what we got for your birthday!” DJ thrust a bouquet of daisies at me. “They’re pretty, but they don’t smell too good.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Dan laughed and slid the pizza on the kitchen counter.
“Here’s hoping.” I took DJ’s hand. “Let’s pick out a vase while Daddy gets the plates for dinner.”
Dan hummed his way through the kitchen; setting the table in the haphazard fashion we lived with. How could I ever thank him? He found a way to give me not just what I needed, but everything I’d ever wanted.
All through dinner I watched him, them, us. A costume or a fantasy wouldn’t do for tonight. Tonight would be just us, all us. The only way to show him how much he meant to me.
I made sure DJ’s backpack was packed for school and tiptoed past his room. I didn’t need to be careful, the boy slept through the fire alarm the last time Dan tried to make pancakes, but I didn’t want to chance it.
Once in our bedroom I set about my plan. Tugging the blankets and pillows from the bed I piled them in the closet. I didn’t want him to come in and think there would be much sleeping going on, at least not for a while.
Panic hit as I rummaged through the closet. I knew exactly what I wanted, but for the life of me I couldn’t find it. It was integral to my plan, without it I’d have to think of something else.
In a last ditch effort to find my prize I searched the bottom drawer of his dresser. I looked past DJ’s paintings, our wedding invitation, my graduation announcements. Sentimental guy kept everything hidden in there. Finally, I found what I sought. Smiling to myself I held it up, the silk shimmering in the dim light wafting through the sheers.
The matching thong was missing, but I didn’t have time to think about where he might have stashed that. I shucked my clothes into the closet and slipped into the ivory negligee. Scampering about the room I lit the candles we always kept about and caught sight of myself in the mirrors lining the wall opposite our bed.
I looked different than I had when I’d worn it for him the first time, the night after he proposed. I’d been so timid, unsure of myself and of us. Now, we shared everything. Our lives, our bodies, our fantasies. The security of his love and acceptance echoed by the confidence I saw in the mirrors.
Jasmine from the candles wafted through the room, dancing with the flickering light. That first time, he’d been so focused on me. On making sure I enjoyed myself, ensuring I relaxed. Now I’d do the same for him. Focus on his pleasure, his relaxation.
The sound of Dan’s feet whispered down the hallway, stalling my heart. Even six years after meeting him, he still affected me, every time.
When he opened the door I saw his smile, a mischievous grin that let me know I wasn’t the only one with plans for tonight.
“You’re really not mad?”
“Mad?” I stepped to him; close enough to smell the soap still on his skin from the shower he took after dinner.
“I know you wanted to get away for your birthday.”
“I got what I wanted.”
“Pizza and daisies?” He pulled me to him, but when he leaned in for a kiss I turned my head and gave him my cheek. “Let me make it up to you.”
I stood on my toes and whispered into his ear. “You’ve fulfilled every fantasy I’ve ever had. Now, I want to spend the next twenty-seven years dreaming up more, just to share them with you. What you gave me today was priceless, thoughtful, loving, selfless.”
“It wasn’t selfless.” He groaned pulling our bodies closer.
I stepped away and took his hand, pulling him closer to the bed. Sometimes I liked things fast and hard, but Dan liked it slow and ea
sy, so that we both knew it would last forever. I opened my mouth to tell him, to say how much I loved him, to thank him for all he does for me, but before I could speak he turned me around.
We made a beautiful vision in the mirrors. I smiled and leaned back into him. When he wrapped his arms around me he set my skin on fire. Every nerve ending fired at once.
The desire I felt for Dan was powerful, explosive, which was why I always raced to have him. But tonight I would go slowly, even if it drove me insane.
Dan’s lips on my neck made me shudder. Over and over he kissed my neck, my shoulders. Watching became almost unbearable; it filled me with such emotion. Every touch of his fingertips on my skin showed reverence, love. How he could hold back, still cover me with soft kisses while I yearned to throw him down and take him, fell beyond my comprehension.
His fingers ran beneath the silken straps holding up my negligee and our eyes met in the mirror.
“I want you more now than I did that night.” He pushed the straps off my shoulders, the tops of my breasts peeking over the material. “I never would have thought it physically possible.”
Closing my eyes I tried to focus on my plan for the evening, on pleasing him. It proved hard to concentrate with the sensual assault his mouth launched on my body, but I could be strong.
I wriggled free and turned around, helping him out of his shirt. My hands slid down his bare chest until I found his belt. I looked deep into his eyes as I unhooked it, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them to the floor.
He hadn’t bothered with underwear after his shower, so once he stepped out of his clothes and kicked them towards the closet he stood naked before me.
The nightgown long since served its purpose. I wanted him to remember, to see how far we’d come since that first time. Before me he was already thick and eager. He knew.
I stepped back until my thighs hit the edge of the bed. Lifting the hem slowly, I pulled the negligee up inch by inch. Dan’s gaze followed the material over my hips, past my belly, until my patience wore out and I pulled it over my head and flung it to the floor.
All I felt for him got the best of me, the need pushing my best intentions aside. I needed an outlet and words simply would not do. We joined together in a fiery kiss.
God, he can kiss. Long and passionate, until you don’t care if the world stops spinning, so long as he never stops kissing you. His hands raked through my hair, pulling us impossibly closer until our breath became shorter and the need grew too strong.
I slid my mouth from his and whispered, “let me show you what I wanted to do to you that night. What I would have done if I’d known how.”
He groaned and tried to kiss me again, but I shook my head.
“Just lie back and relax.” I walked around him and he turned with me, his back to the bed and I could see us in the mirrors. “I want to give you what you gave me that night.”
“Baby, you were the one who gave me something.”
The memory washed through my mind, the fear and nervousness, how kind and tender he had been. And slow. It must have frustrated him beyond reason, but he made sure he never hurt me, just as he’d promised. I kissed him with the gentleness he’d shown me that night. Slow and sure, until my hands began to explore his body.
A tight and toned package of muscle and sinew, not sculpted in a gym, but earned every day at the homes he built. Even more impressive than his taut physique was the engorged penis, pulsating almost up to his belly button.
Though my mind begged me to slow down, my hand found his cock and squeezed gently, the softness of his skin sliding against my palm. “I want you on the bed.”
He obliged my request, scooting to the middle of the mattress. I climbed on the bed, kneeling beside him, watching my hands as I stroked him. I couldn’t stand it, I needed him. Now.
Straddling him I slid over the top of his cock without letting it inside of me. I was so slick my body glided over his. I could feel my orgasm building. I needed it, a small release so I could go on without going crazy. I followed his gaze and saw what mesmerized him. Each time I slid over the top of him, his cock disappeared between us. The pressure inside of me exploded. I fell forward, barely able to hold myself above him as I caught my breath.
“I love to watch you come,” he whispered in my ear, his hands roving up and down my back. He rolled us both to our side and kissed me again, his hands gently squeezing my breasts. Deepening the kiss he found my nipples, rolling the hard buds between his fingers.
“God, that’s good,” I moaned seconds before he began kissing his way down to my mounds. He kissed all around the tips, exciting and frustrating me at once. His tongue flicked all around the nipple before he finally pulled it into his mouth.
One hand now free, he slid it between my thighs. I parted them, wrapping my legs around his body so his fingers could explore. His kisses went lower, tickling my tummy, teasing my navel. It wasn’t until he rolled me onto my back that I remembered this hadn’t been a part of my plan.
“Dan, I wanted –” but it was too late. He’d already tossed my legs over his shoulders and pulled me open to him. Long licks stole my ability to think about my plan, or even care about anything more than my next orgasm. Which would be soon.
His mouth worked me, licking and sucking until I writhed in time with his ministrations. Wrapping my hands around my thighs I pulled my legs back so he could use his hands. Without a word he knew my need and threaded a finger inside of me, curling it until I began to squirm.
One hand worked me while the other held me open, pulling back my folds so my clit could be the focus of his attentions. My body stiffened, my hips bucking off the bed as I came.
When my orgasm subsided he lay up with me, the scent of my climax on his breath as he whispered in my ear. “Baby, that was so sexy. That one was so deep I could feel it inside of you. And your stomach was clenching, spasming.”
Aftershocks of the orgasm still played in my body, greedy for more. I reached between us, needing him inside of me, filling me the way only he ever had, ever would.
He moved on top of me and took his cock in his hand. It looked heavy and throbbing as he slid it back and forth over my clit. If he kept that up I’d come again, and I already felt so liquid and passion drunk I might pass out.
“Let me do it,” I whispered pushing him to the side and climbing on top. Wrapping my hand around his cock I centered myself above him and took him all the way into my slick pussy with one smooth stroke. I rocked him in and out of me, changing my position slightly every time his breath caught. My hands at the headboard, by his ears, on his chest, at my hips, my breasts, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Come with me, please,” I begged, leaning back, my hands behind me. I knew my climax to be imminent; No stopping it now. My only consolation was Dan’s hands on my hips, and his thrusting became more and more fervent. My last thought as I tumbled over the edge of pleasure became a hope he’d make it there too.
I couldn’t have been out long, because when I awoke my body, still felt slick with sweat and Dan was still inside of me. It made me a little sad to roll away, but I had to blow out the candles and grab the blankets from the closet floor.
Pulling them over the top of us, I snuggled against him and breathed him in. Sweat and sex and soap, and Dan. “I love you,” I whispered in the darkness.
“I love you too, Daisy.” Dan chuckled and pulled me closer.
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Romance Rekindled
Is it the end, or a new beginning?
Jess and Scott haven’t had a conversation in month that didn’t end in a fight. Making up is fun, but the clock is ticking on their marriage. Is a cross-country move the cause of their problems, or the solution?
The hum of the engines echoed in my ear. I never could sleep for long on planes. Maybe if I kept my eyes closed they wouldn’t be too puffy. I snuggled deeper into the pillow, only then noticing where my body had turned.
I peeked up at Scott’s sleeping face, his dark lashes fanning against his cheek. We hadn’t slept this close since before I found out he sold the apartment. Up until then I hadn’t been happy about the thought of moving, but I’d open to the possibility. Then the phone call came and the rug had literally been pulled out from under me. We were going, and to drive the point home, he’d sold ours.
It had been an amazing offer, and if we’d already agreed to the move, I would have been happy about it. As the days passed and moving became imminent it seemed silly to still be angry. I knew everything I held inside I wouldn’t be able to get over, so I let it out.
It was a New York problem. If Portland was to be a fresh start, I needed to leave it there, with the stack of delivery menus and perfect bagels.
I snuggled deeper into Scott, my head on his shoulder, lifting one of my legs across his. And then I realized just where my hand was. On the fly of his slacks. If there hadn’t been a blanket covering us, I might have been mortified. Instead, I was simply embarrassed and moved my hand back to my own leg.
“Now don’t do that,” Scott whispered against my hair, his warm fingers wrapping around my wrist and pulling my hand back to him. “I need to be reminded there are parts of me you like.”
