by Lucy Gage
I smeared his cum along his thigh and gripped him once more. He continued fucking me with his fingers, a wet, sloshing sound coming from between my thighs as he went faster and harder. I bucked beneath his hand, needing more, needing it all.
My neck arched and I moaned like a porn star as the tremors quaked through me, from my core outward.
“So beautiful, Pulakaumaka,” he murmured. “My beautiful Pulakaumaka.”
Before I could successfully float back into my body, Joseph had me in his arms and carried me up a couple of short flights of stairs to a bedroom. He’d kept his eyes on mine the whole way, conjuring emotions I’d rather have ignored.
He wouldn’t let me, though. I was starting to think it had been his intention all along. To get me here, to make me feel, to bring me back to life.
And, holy shit, was I alive right now.
I felt a little awkward with how readily I’d let him finger me into mind-numbing bliss. His gaze was so intense, so fierce, that I had to look away. He set me on my feet, and I had a quick look around the room.
It was his room.
And that was my suitcase squatting beside the bed.
“Was it your intention to get me here and into my pants?” I joked.
“Yes,” he simply replied.
I turned to face him, only to have him reach out and snatch me into his arms.
“What if I didn’t want you in my pants?”
He kissed me until I slumped against him. “I’d find a way to convince you.”
“I’m sure you would.”
His hands slipped to my waist and grabbed my T-shirt, tugging it over my head. Then my bra went flying into some corner. Fingers pulled roughly at my belt, unbuckling it, then he pushed my jeans and underwear down my legs.
I couldn’t remember if he was a man-handler when we were younger, but as he threw me over his shoulder and walked into another room, I couldn’t care less. I enjoyed the hell out of it.
When he put me back down, I found myself in a shower unlike any I had ever seen. Joseph turned a knob and water rained from the ceiling, soaking me. The warmth sluiced down my shoulders, breasts, and belly, washing away the thick liquid that coated the lips of my sex and ran down my thighs.
Avidly, I watched as Joseph pulled his shirt off, back to front.
Oh my God.
Then dropped his shorts to the floor.
Lord, help me.
He was a fucking mountain of a man, a god from ancient times and wild places. My eyes were opened so wide that I was in danger of my eyeballs spilling from my head. He was so beautiful, so much a fucking pillar of manhood, that I felt minuscule and unworthy.
After all this time, and of all the women he can no doubt have, he wants me.
Slowly, he walked into the shower, backing me with his body until my backside hit the cool glass of the wall. Briefly, I wondered if people could see my bare ass smeared against it, but then Joseph sank to his knees, and I ceased to think at all.
His hands grasped my waist, his head bowing to press his hot mouth to my core. Slick, wet, scorching, his tongue slipped between the lips, and he sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasped, threading my fingers through his thick, wet hair and pulled.
He growled, telling me he liked that. “You taste so good.” His voice sounded rough, gravelly. “Better than I remember.”
His facial hair tickled pleasantly between my thighs as he pressed his face deeper. He tongued, sucked, and licked at me until my legs buckled with the onslaught of my orgasm. Catching me as I slid down the wall, he spread my thighs wide over his own.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Clean?”
“Yes. You?”
His answer was his cock sliding into me, so slowly that it took all my willpower not to push off the wall and impale myself on him. When the head of him kissed my cervix, I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist.
A purring sound came from his chest as he gathered my hands and raised them above my head. “This feels right. This between us . . . it always has.”
Fuck me running. I could hardly breathe around his words.
Because he was correct. Thinking back over the years, about the men who’d come after him—not that there was a herd of them or anything, but there had been a few—none of them had ever given me that sense of completion I’d had with him back then.
And felt now.
The older I’d become, I’d simply chalked it up to him being my first love. But the awesome, wonderful feeling of being with a person who completed me was back, and I knew it was only with him that I would feel it.
Flexing his hips, he pushed me up the wall.
“You feel it, too, don’t you?” He slowly pulled back and pumped into me. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” I softly confessed. “I didn’t realize until . . .”
“But I did,” he murmured into my ear.
Sensuously, he thrust into me. His mouth took mine, his tongue mimicking the luscious rhythm of his cock between my legs. I was so blessedly full of him, his flavor, his scent saturating into my very pores.
“I am going to fuck you in every way possible, Willow. I’m going to brand you mine from the inside out. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll know where your home is, where you belong, and you’ll know it’s here. With me.”
Too late, my heart whispered. You’ve already branded me yours.
As if he could hear my thoughts, Joseph began pummeling harder, more insistent.
Breathing harshly, he commanded, “Come for me Willow. Now. Don’t make me come first. You feel so good, so fucking good . . .”
I tugged my right hand from his grasp and slipped it between our joined bodies. His cock was slick to my fingertips as he pulled out and pushed back in. I could feel every pulsing vein and ridge, and my God was it hot.
“Do it,” he said. “I want to see you touch yourself while I fuck us senseless.”
Biting my lip, I placed my fingers over my clit and rubbed. His right hand squeezed my left hand firmly and steadied him against the wall. He dropped his head forward to watch for a few moments.
When I moaned, though, his head snapped up, his gaze smoldering with lust. Once more, he captured my mouth with his, swallowing my cries as my cunt gripped him tight and shuddered around his cock.
As I gasped for air, Joseph pile-drove into me.
“Fuck! Willow!” he bellowed.
Jet lag had me crashing not long after that.
When I woke up, soft gray light glowed in the room, while a deluge of rain pattered against the canopy outside. In the distance, thunder rolled. I loved thunderstorms. The sound was so soothing that I snuggled back into the mattress, completely forgetting where I was.
Then, it all came rushing back to me.
My eyes sprung open, and I got a good look around Joseph’s bedroom for the first time.
He wasn’t here with me though, and that was a little off-putting.
But I could smell ham frying, and that was awesome.
Getting up, I headed into the bathroom to do my business, brush my teeth, and splash some water on my face. A quick glance in the mirror showed me that I needed to tame my frizzy red hair—I’d gone to bed the night before with it damp and not brushed. It was now a rat’s nest that defied gravity. Knowing there was no hope without another shower and copious amounts of conditioner, I pulled it into a messy knot on top of my head.
My brown eyes were sparkling with delirious happiness.
Back in the bedroom, I rummaged through my clothes until I found my favorite gray sweatpants and a plain black tank top. Then, I followed my nose to the kitchen where I found Joseph wearing only a pair of baggy shorts, whipping up breakfast.
“Good morning,” I said, sitting at the high-top table.
He turned to me and gave me the biggest, happiest smile. “Hey, Pulakaumaka. You sl
ept like the dead last night.”
“I know. I can’t remember the last time I slept so well. What time is it?”
He glanced at the large watch on his wrist. “A little after nine. Hungry?”
“Famished.”
He served me a plate loaded with fried ham, scrambled eggs, soft white rolls, and sliced pineapple and guava.
“Oh, man,” I groaned, digging in.
“Coffee?”
“Please.”
He served it black, but with the rich food and fresh fruit, that was the best way to have it. Joining me with his mountain of food, we chit-chatted over breakfast as though we hadn’t fucked our brains out last night.
He sucked down some coffee before saying, “So, it doesn’t look like this storm is going away anytime soon.”
As if in agreement, lightning flashed, and thunder punctuated such an assessment.
“Bummer.”
“But there’s a festival tonight. Live music and—”
“Count me in.”
His smile is the best damn thing ever created. It made me feel all warm and gooey on the inside.
“Yeah, I figured you’d cave for that. I know a bunch of people who are going. Hopefully, the storm will be gone by then.”
“Will it be canceled if it isn’t?”
He smirked. “No. But I was wondering what we should do all day.”
Eat and fuck, my brain promptly replied.
However, such thoughts had my cheeks flaming. With his fork dangling some ham and eggs in front of his mouth, he caught my wicked blush, and his eyebrows rose. “Oh?”
I shoveled another forkful of food into my face, my attention riveted on my plate.
His chuckle made my ears burn hot, too. “We could totally do that.”
My eyes snapped to his. “I didn’t say a damn thing!”
He laughed heartily. “You didn’t have to.”
“Asshole,” I grumbled.
No, his laughter is the best.
He reached across the table, took my fork-free hand, and brought it to his lips, giving my knuckles a lingering kiss and nipping the middle one.
After breakfast—of which I could only ingest about a third—we settled into the couch, and he played one of my favorite movies, Pineapple Express. To ensure that life imitated art, he rolled up a fat blunt, and we got stoned enough to make Seth Rogen proud.
I felt hedo-fucking-nistic, without a care in the world, cuddled up with possibly the hottest man on the planet. Halfway through the movie, though, I noticed an awful large tent in his shorts. I poked it with my finger.
He jumped with a yelp. “Woman!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. It was distracting me from the movie. I had to put it in its place.”
That bit of snark had me face down over his thighs with the air knocked from my lungs. “Oof!” I wheezed.
Whack! His big-ass hand landed with a muffled crack over my right butt cheek.
“Christ!” I bellowed.
Lifting me up, he set me on the floor on my knees, facing him. “You should probably kiss it. I think you hurt its feelings.”
“Bullshit.”
But I found myself unbuttoning his damn shorts and pulling out one hell of a turgid cock.
His head dropped to the back of the couch, and he moaned, his hips thrusting up. “Fuck. Please, baby.”
In the light of day, it was even more impressive. The head of him wept thick, clear fluid as I squeezed it, my mouth watering in anticipation. Leaning forward, I dragged my tongue over the purplish-pink crown, the salty-sweet flavor of him coating my taste buds.
His hands clenched into fists. “Willow,” he panted. “Quit teasing.”
Pfft. He’d let me tease him until his balls turned blue.
“But it’s been so long since I’ve given head. I’m just trying to remember how to do it.”
He lifted his head off the couch and looked down at me, incredulous. “You’re so full of shit. To this day, that first blowjob you gave me—the first one you ever gave—is still my favorite.”
I pumped my fist up and down the length of him. “That’s just because it was the first blowjob you ever had.”
“Put my dick in your mouth.”
I grinned.
“Please?”
I opened my mouth and sucked him in. He tugged down my hair—I’m going to end up with dreadlocks—and buried his fingers in it, coaxing me up and down, up and down, until his cock and my chin were slick with saliva. Soon, he was thrusting as he pushed my face into his groin, forcing himself deep into my throat, making me gag.
I fucking loved every second of it.
Yanking me off his cock by my hair, he spun me around, ripped down my sweatpants, and buried his slobbered-up dick so deep and hard into my cunt that I cried out in shock. With his left arm bracing me across my breasts, he pulled me back and held me tightly to his chest.
“You drive me fucking insane, Willow. You know how long I’ve been fantasizing about having my cock in you?” He retreated and rammed into me.
“No,” I gasped.
“For a long-ass fucking time. Nothing has ever felt as fucking good as your cunt wrapped around me.”
That had me squeezing him in reflex. His right hand slipped in between my thighs, finding my clit rigid with need. As he fucked me, he rubbed my clit in circles, breathing like a beast into my ear.
“Squeeze me,” he said harshly. “As hard as you can.”
I whimpered, bearing down with all my might.
“Don’t you fucking come yet,” he growled. “You wait for—”
It was too late. Between his fingers, his pumping cock, and his filthy mouth, there was no hope for me. I turned molten inside, the orgasm melting through my whole body.
“Shit,” he cussed, pushing me onto all fours, grasping my hips and pounding me so hard that I screamed as my orgasm turned nuclear. With my bones melted to jelly, I slumped to the floor.
He roared as his cock stiffened and he poured himself into me.
It was awesome.
Panting, he pushed me flat and collapsed on top of my back. “Damn, woman.”
“I think my knees are bruised.” I laughed.
He pulled out and flipped me over, lightly kissing each kneecap. “I’m sorry.”
I pushed my bottom lip out in a dramatic pout. “And my butt cheek that you spanked.”
He flipped me over again and kissed my cheek. Then, he slapped the other one so he could kiss that, too. Laying down next to me on his side, he tucked an errant curl behind my ear.
“I’ve missed you,” he softly confessed.
I swallowed hard against the lump that rose in my throat. “I’ve missed you, too. I thought I was crazy for agreeing to come here, but . . .”
“But what?”
“What was crazy was not coming back sooner. Convincing myself how it was only because I was young, and we were each other’s firsts that had made my time here so special. I made myself believe that it was all in the past, and I should just move on.”
“For a while there, I did, too.”
I slipped my arm around his waist and scooted closer. He smelled like the ocean, like fresh rain and warm sunshine.
“But it doesn’t matter,” he murmured. “You’re here now, and I’ve never been happier.”
The thunder and rain intensified as the afternoon wore on. At some point, we rose from the floor and headed upstairs to clean up, but then we ended up back in bed with another joint. It felt so safe and soothing that I drifted off into a well-earned nap.
The light trailing of fingertips dancing over my spine roused me a little later, the storm still creating my favorite music. Lips and beard replaced the fingertips, and I arched into them, needing more.
“Joseph,” I whispered.
“Pulakaumaka,” he replied, kissing his way down my spine.
He didn’t stop there. Spreading my cheeks, he tongu
ed my asshole, making me gasp and squirm.
“Have you ever been fucked back here?” he asked.
“No.”
“Will you let me? I want every part of you.”
Heart thumping hard, I wondered if I could go through with it. “Does it hurt?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never had a cock up my ass.”
“Have you done it before?”
He hesitated, then said, “Yes. I wish this were another first I could share with you.”
What a sweet thing to say.
“Well, I had all your important firsts, so I guess you’re off the hook for this one.”
His hands caressed me all over, waiting for me to answer him.
“Okay,” I whispered, scrunching my eyes closed.
He spread my legs open a little more, and continued to tease and lick at my rear entrance.
Oh my God, it feels good. Wrong and scary, but so, so good.
Then, I felt the pressure of a finger pushing in, and I tensed up.
“Shh,” he said softly. “You have to relax.”
Keeping my eyes shut tight, I forced the rest of my body to ease up—except my hands. Those clenched the bedspread in a death grip.
Thunder filled the atmosphere around us, and I let go of the last bit of tension. His fingers worked me gently, coaxing a strange, yet awesome sensation to spread throughout my pelvis, back to front. My cunt throbbed with it, and I was surprised to hear myself moan with pleasure.
He inserted another finger, and I clenched around it in reflex. Patiently, Joseph waited for me to relax before he continued. Then, he withdrew them altogether, and spit on my asshole. I felt the fat head of his cock pressing into me.
I shivered, and my body broke into a sweat.
“Just let me know if I hurt you. I don’t ever want to hurt you, baby.”
So slowly he worked himself into my body until his pelvis ground into my backside. Settling his weight into me, he draped his arms over mine, lacing our hands together.
“All right?”
“I think so,” I breathed.
It wasn’t too bad. Intense, alien, but the more I relaxed, the more I enjoyed it. Kissing the side of my face, he twitched his cock, sending a myriad of sensations through me. My nipples grew tight, and my cunt tingled deliciously.
