His Gift
By Gillian Colbert
Copyright 2011 Gillian Colbert
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His Gift
She shivered in the dry coolness of the hotel room. Goosebumps erupted on her skin as she settled herself more comfortably on the bed. She was naked except for a black, silk blindfold that she'd knotted around her eyes as instructed. She'd folded the scarf twice to make sure that nothing was visible before covering her eyes. Once before, she'd made the mistake of leaving herself the ability to see. The punishment had been sound and she'd not made that mistake again. Maurina didn't like pain. Light spanking during sex was one thing, punishment was quite another. She went out of her way to avoid punishment and today as no exception.
She'd followed Owin's instructions to the letter. She'd showered and applied the lilac-scented body oil that he preferred. He liked her hair to dry naturally so she'd left it wet. After straightening up the bathroom, she'd blindfolded herself and arranged her body lengthwise on the bed as he'd instructed. She lay on her back, legs pressed together and her hands resting lightly on her ribs, just under her full, round breasts. Her long, black hair spilled out over the pillow like an ebony curtain. Everything was exactly as Owin had demanded.
She did her best to relax and be patient. There was no way to know how long she'd have to wait for Owin to come. Sometimes it was five minutes, sometimes it could be an hour. The waiting was its own form of torture. Her body thrummed with anticipation at what he might do to her. Her nipples tightened and her core flooded as images of Owin's mouth and hands on her body raced through her mind.
She loved him. Loved the games they played. Her utter submission to him was thrilling. It was a release that she craved and one that she wasn't willing to live without. Only Owin had ever been able to claim her true submission and she was utterly devoted to him.
Outside of the bedroom she was Maurina Silver, Certified Public Accountant at one of the biggest global accounting firms in the world. She was one of the youngest executives in the firm and she ruled her division with an iron fist. She was fair and her employees enjoyed working for her, but she lived by one rule ... encourage good behavior and punish bad behavior. That didn't leave her many friends, but the competition was fierce and she couldn't let her guard down for even an instant or else be run out on her ass so fast she wouldn't know what hit her.
For years that attitude had followed her into the bedroom. She'd chosen men she could control. Ones who would do her bidding and let her walk all over them. It had been as satisfying as drinking flat soda. There'd been no life to the sex, no thrill or excitement. Her dominance over her lovers had dissatisfied her and left her restless. She hated having to spell out everything she wanted. She despised them for seeking her approval rather than just taking her body and demanding her compliance. None had lasted very long. That had changed when she'd met Owin.
His looks had first attracted her attention. He was tall, six feet to her five, but lean with an athletically muscled body. His hair was a rich, velvety brown and close cropped. His lips were full and set off even, white teeth. His blue eyes were unusually dark, more midnight than azure and when he smiled, his eyes smiled too. They were his best feature.
He'd attended her company's tenth anniversary celebration with his sister who worked in the Marketing division. He'd been laughing and joking with her and a few of the other Marketing employees when she'd walked up to the refreshment table next to them. He'd spotted her and excused himself to come and speak to her. By then, she'd overheard enough of their conversation to know that he was a software developer and apparently a PlayStation junkie. In other words, he was a big kid and a computer geek. No, thank you. He was gorgeous, but she had enough geeks to deal with in her work.
When he'd introduced himself and suggested they go out for coffee she'd blown him off, been slightly rude actually, but he shocked her by telling her he wasn't asking, he was telling her when and where to show up. She'd just stared at him dumbfounded, both by being given an order and by her body's reaction to it. The thong she wore was soaked and her nipples had hardened under the thin silk of her evening dress.
Before she'd been able to recover he'd stepped closer, leaned in and said, "I can see you're used to giving orders, but somehow I don't think that pleases you. I think you need someone to command you."
"You have no idea what you're talking about," she'd sputtered.
"Oh, I think I do," he'd smiled, shifted to position himself slightly in front of her and reached between them to lightly touch one distended tip. "I bet you're wet too."
Maurina had jerked back from him hard enough to lose her balance. She'd never been so completely unnerved by a man.
He'd grabbed her arm to steady her and before she could say anything else, he'd smiled and said before walking off and leaving, "I'll see you tomorrow. Don't be late. I'll be very disappointed if you are."
She'd been both furious and so aroused she'd barely been able to make it to the car before she'd brought herself to a screaming orgasm. She'd argued with herself, convinced herself that she was crazy, but she'd arrived at Starbucks the next day precisely at 1 o'clock in the afternoon just as he'd instructed.
He had been pleased and her reward had been one of the most sensuous and raw sexual experiences of her life. That had been a year ago. During that time he'd mastered both her body and her heart. Owin had done things to her that she'd never have admitted desiring to anyone else.
It was more than his sexual dominance that captured her. It was his devotion to her and their relationship. He may be the master of her body, but she was his partner in all other things and she flourished within their relationship. Her life was complete in ways it never had been before and she was content.
In fact, today was the anniversary of the night they'd met, which was why she was now laid out like a pagan sacrifice awaiting her master on the bed at the Monaco hotel downtown. Owin had planned something special, but he hadn't been willing to share the details. He'd only promised her that she'd be pleased.
The suite was luxurious with a sitting area, a large, wall-mounted flat screen TV and, dominating the room, a plush, king-sized, bed. The coverlet was suede and felt like velvet under her sensitized skin. It was fluffy and soft and cocooned around her, wrapping her in its softness and lulling her into sleep as she waited.
***
Maurina awoke to warm, wet heat enveloping her nipple. A velvet tongue rasped around the tip leaving a trail of dampness in its wake. Her nipple tightened under his ministrations. Warm fingers toyed with her other nipple. Tugging gently and then squeezing hard, just to the point of pain. Maurina gasped as pleasure spiked from her nipples to her pelvis. She grew instantly wet and arched into the moist heat surrounding her nipple.
She said nothing though. She wasn't allowed to speak unless Owin gave her permission. That was part of the game. She must to submit to his will. Her body belonged to him completely to do with as he chose. If she argued or disobeyed him, she was punished. Usually that meant a spanking, but sometimes it meant she wasn't allowed to come and she hated that more than anything. So, she remained silent.
His mouth grew more urgent, sucking harder, biting at the tips and pulling each one over and over until her nipples were swollen and aching. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. She could feel the warmth of his body stretched out along her right side. He felt different though, smaller, leaner. Owin wasn't a small man by any means, but he felt solid. Today he felt lighter, less substantial. She wasn't sure what to make of that.
His hand left her breast and stroked down her belly stopping just short of her mound. His fingers played in the curls at the juncture of her thighs. Over and over he stroked, but he stayed to the edges of her nether lips and ignored the tight, aching bud underneath. She squirmed and pressed her hips up. She wanted him to touch her fully, she hated to be teased.
"Eat her pussy," Owin said in the darkness. His voice came from the left side of the bed. She hadn't noticed with the pleasure overwhelming her senses, but the bed dipped slightly there.
Maurina froze. If Owin wasn't the one touching her, who was? She struggled to sit up then, reaching for the blindfold.
"Maurina," Owin said her name, nothing more and she relaxed back onto the bed. She knew that tone. It was his "master" voice. Whatever was going on here, he expected her obedience.
She heard him whisper to the unknown man to wait and then she felt him stretch out next to her. The length of his body was warm and solid, just as she remembered. The silky hair on his legs rasped down her smooth ones as he settled in. He was naked. She could feel his erection jutting out and pressing into her hip.
He nuzzled into her neck, licking at the base of her ear and nipping at her earlobe.
"Relax, baby," he soothed. "I told you I had a surprise for you. Don't you remember?"
She nodded since she didn't know if she had permission to speak.
"I made you a promise once, that I would fulfill all of your fantasies. Do you remember?" He asked as he squeezed her full, round breast.
She nodded again.
"Did you think I meant only the fantasies you were willing to admit to?"
She went very still, barely breathing.
"I saw how you reacted at Faron's party. The scene where the woman was mastered by two Dom's had you so hot you practically came in your chair."
She shivered as she remembered that evening. The woman had been played to perfection by her two lovers. She'd been screaming and writhing in ecstasy before they were done with her. Maurina had been fascinated, but hadn't even considered actually doing it. Owin was extremely possessive and she didn't need anyone other than him. It had been a pleasant fantasy for her, nothing more.
Now, it looked like that fantasy was about to become real. Guilt flooded her. Owin meant everything to her. She never wanted him to think he wasn't enough. Tears flooded her eyes at the possibility of causing him any pain.
Owin stroked her trembling lower lip with a gentle fingertip. "What's wrong, darlin? Don't you want to do this?"
Taking his question for permission to speak, Maurina whispered, "You're all I need Owin. I never needed more, that's why I didn't say anything."
He chuckled softly, "Darlin, you're forgetting the most fundamental rule of our games. Now, tell me what I'm referring to."
Maurina thought for a moment and said quietly, "My body is yours to do with what you want."
"That's right. And, that includes share you if I desire. Tonight, for our anniversary, I wanted to fulfill one of your secret fantasies as a surprise."
She shivered again as his warm breath blew across her nipple before he sucked the tip into his mouth. Maurina arched up into his mouth, straining to get closer to him. For long moments, Owin tongued the pebbled tip, softly rasping its circumference with his tongue then flicking it gently. Her nipples had always been very sensitive and Owin was using that to his advantage now. She whimpered and moaned as he played.
Suddenly, he shifted and pulled her to a sitting position. Positioning himself behind her, he pulled her against him. She reclined along his hard, abdomen as if he were a chair. She felt his erection press into the softness of her buttocks. Owin rode the cleft of her ass, pressing against her as she relaxed into him. Reaching around, he cupped both breasts, massaging them firmly and stroking her nipples, teasing them into tight points. Warm hands dipped lower as he nuzzled into her neck and callous-roughened palms stroked her belly.
"Bend your knees and open your legs for me. I want you spread wide."
Maurina complied letting her legs fall open over his taut thighs. Owin continued his exploration, stroking the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs with light fingers, raising gooseflesh with each touch.
"Open your pussy for me, baby," Owin murmured in her ear. "It's time to eat your cunt."
Owin's words shivered through her. She loved it when he spoke so graphically. She complied, spreading her pussy open and exposing her clitoris. The bed dipped and rolled as their guest settled between her thighs. Soft lips nuzzled warmly against her core followed by a slow, wet lap up her slit. He played with her for long moments. Kissing and nuzzling before finally settling in to suck and nibble at her clitoris. His lips and tongue were velvet soft and silky facial hair tickled her thighs. Small bursts of fire flowed through her body starting at her core and ending at her toes. Her feet literally burned. She squirmed and writhed as he dallied with her pussy.
While He, she thought of him with a capital H, ate her pussy like candy, Owin tortured her nipples with gentle tugs and firm squeezes. He plucked and played, thumbed and teased relentlessly. Her nipples were hard to the point of pain. Owin's touch was a rapturous torture. She arched into him, silently begging for more. Between Owin and Him, the pleasure was overwhelming. She began to writhe under their dual assault.
"Owin ..."
"Silence."
His tone was gentle, but brooked no disobedience. She'd intended to ask who joined them, but he clearly didn't plan to tell her. The mystery intensified the pleasure. With no clear picture of the person touching her, she could only focus on the sensations He evoked. Lightening bolts of pleasure shot through her body. She was riding a wave of ecstasy so high, that she was afraid she wouldn't survive when it broke. Between her legs, He began to suck harder. He engulfed her clitoris with his lips, gently tugging and pinching the sensitive bud. Maurina cried out as new waves of pleasure coursed through her.
"Finger her. Do it hard," Owin commanded Him. To Maurina, Owin said, "I want you to come for me, baby."
As He began to vigorously thrust his fingers in and out of Maurina's cunt, Owin squeezed her nipples hard, rolling and tugging them over and over. Maurina climbed higher and higher as pleasure built within her. She gasped and writhed, groaning and whimpering as He assaulted her pussy with tongue and fingers. Owin whispered naughty things in her ear. Telling her how beautiful she looked as she was pleasured at his command. Telling her how he planned to fuck her hard and fill her with his come.
And then, just when she thought she couldn't bear another minute, He bit down gently on her clit. Maurina shrieked as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She rode wave after wave of pleasure. It was all she could do to hang onto consciousness. She clutched the coverlet as she arched up into His mouth. Maurina thrust against His tongue and fingers again and again as she rode out the whirlwind. Owin's fingers were clamped down on her nipples sending ripples of pleasure pain through her intensifying the ecstasy and drawing out her pleasure.
Maurina lay shuddering in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced. Owin stroked her gently, but her body had morphed into a single nerve ending. Every touch tingled almost painfully. She whimpered and cuddled into him. He whispered to her, soothing, nonsensical words meant to comfort.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he growled. Strong fingers tilted her chin up and she felt Owin's tongue lick into her mouth. She kissed him with all of the passion she possessed.
***
Maurina must have dozed off briefly for when she was next aware of her surroundings, neither man was on the bed with her, but she heard them conferring softly and the sound of foil ripping. The bed dipped as Owin reached for her, helping her to sit up.
"Come over to the chair, baby," he said. "We're not done yet." There was a smile in his voice despite the urgency that underlay his words.
Owin guided her to where he wanted her. Warm hands, His hands, reached out and stroked her thighs and hips. He leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on her belly.
"Turn around and face me, darlin," Owin urged.
Maurina complied only to be engulfed in a deep, passionate kiss. Owin ravished her mouth. As he explored her with his tongue, his hands traveled down her back to cup her buttocks. Owin fondled the round globes, squeezing and then parting her gently, exposing her anus to Him. She tensed, not sure where this was going. She and Owin had anal sex regularly, but he was the only person she'd ever done that with and she wasn't sure she wanted to do it with anyone else.
"Relax, baby," Owin soothed. "Trust me to take care of you."
She felt a cool wetness as He pressed lubricant into her opening. Owin continued to massage her buttocks, but he distracted her by sucking long and hard on her nipples. Pleasure raced from nipples to clitoris and soon she was squirming between the men feeling empty and needing to be filled. As if He heard her thoughts, He inserted a finger into her back passage. He pulled out and inserted another scissoring his fingers to stretch her.
Pleasure shot through Maurina. Her pussy convulsed as sensation flooded the underside of her clitoris. It was as if her asshole was connected to her clit. Every thrust of His fingers increased the pressure in her pelvis until she ached with need. She writhed between the men as He continued to fuck her ass with long, strong thrusts of his fingers. Sweat broke out on her body as the pleasure built. Her orgasm was barreling down on her and she welcomed the release.
"Stop!" Owin barked. "You don't come until I give you permission."
Maurina froze, clenching her muscles as she strained to hold off the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. She panted with the strain. Owin gripped her chin and kissed her roughly.
"Not yet," he growled. "Baby, you have no idea what you are doing to me. I want my cock pounding into your pussy when you come again. But first, we need to get you situated." Owin gripped her upper arms and pressed her back toward Him. "Straddle his legs and take his cock in your ass," Owin growled, thickly.
Maurina could feel Owin's cock jutting against her belly as she moved to position herself over Him. Owin shifted and knelt in front of her. The moist velvet of his mouth engulfed her nipple. He suckled strongly as his fingers found the other tip and began to work it roughly. Maurina shrieked in pleasure as he ravaged her breasts. Meanwhile, He was slowly working his cock inside her. He gripped her hips firmly and Maurina let gravity do most of the work. He controlled her descent and thrust in short, controlled motions as she opened and pushed against his invasion. His cock was thick and long and she reveled as velvet steel filled her completely. She felt full and stretched as He worked her hole gently. Pleasure coiled in her belly and her clitoris throbbed with an urgent need for release.
In her blindness, every sensation was magnified. The hot pulsing of His cock in her ass. The silky scratch of His leg hair against her smooth thighs. His warm, calloused palms gripping her hips as he levered her up and down along his erection. She squeezed Him hard and felt him shudder as pleasure shot through her. She was rewarded with a deep, guttural moan.
"She's squeezing you isn't she?" Owin asked Him and chuckled. He must have nodded because Maurina heard no answer. "Wait until she comes," Owin said. "She'll milk your cock with her ass."
Again, He shuddered underneath her. Maurina was writhing against Him as he fucked her. She wanted, needed more. She needed Owin. As if he heard her, Owin leaned in and sucked hard one last time at each nipple before pressing her gently back against Him. She arched up towards Owin's mouth as she ground against Him.
"Relax, baby," Owin murmured against her belly as he moved downward.
Silky hair tickled her inner thighs and she plunged her fingers into it. Owin delved into her pussy with warm, wet laps of his tongue. He licked up her slit and around her clitoris over and over. Each velvety tongue-lashing increased the throbbing in her clit and brought the pleasure to a fever pitch. The noises she made were inhuman. She mewled and groaned, wordlessly begging and pleading for release. The gentle strokes of Owin's tongue combined with the fierce pressure of His cock in her ass were a dual assault on her senses that she couldn't combat. She fought her orgasm. Panting and writhing against it. She struggled to hold it at bay.
Her nipples were tight, hard buds jutting out from her breasts. They were so sensitive after His and Owin's pleasuring that she could feel the breeze from the air conditioner. The feather soft tickle against the pebbled tips was a gentle counterpoint to the ravishing hunger of Owin's tongue and the steel of His penis. Sweat bloomed on her body and mixed with His. Their bodies rubbed slickly against one another. She could feel his stomach muscles clenching as she ground against him. She rode His cock in slick, slow circles as she thrust herself against Owin's tongue. She felt her orgasm threatening. She didn't think she could hold it off any longer.
"Owin," she begged, no longer caring if she was punished. "I don't ... I can't," she panted and whimpered. "Please, Owin."
Without warning, Owin reared up and thrust himself fully into her. She shrieked at his claiming of her pussy. Owin was harder than she'd ever felt him. His girth was substantial on any given day, but today she felt as if he'd rip her in two. Owin gave her no time to adjust to him. He pounded into her. Her body rippled around him as her pussy worked to accommodate him. Behind her, He grunted and moaned as he pumped her in counterpoint to Owin's savage pounding. Impaled between the two rigid cocks thrusting into her over and over, Maurina was pleasure itself. Her body thrummed and rippled with ecstasy at each thrust. Her toes burned and her intimate muscles clenched and unclenched convulsively against the onslaught. The men groaned simultaneously and their pounding growing impossibly harder.
"Owin?" Maurina whimpered.
"Come, baby. Now!" Owin barked as he reached between her legs and pinched her clit hard.
Maurina wailed her pleasure loud and long. She screamed Owin's name, telling him over and over that she loved him. She arched and writhed and ground herself between the men as they pumped their own releases into her. She felt Owin flood her with his semen. His warmth spurted into her filling her, marking her as his. She was consumed by the pleasure as her orgasm spiraled on and on and she was lost to it.
***
Long, long moments later, Maurina felt herself being lifted by Owin's strong arms and settled against his chest as he laid her down on the bed beside him. He snuggled her into his body and spooned himself around her. How she loved this man. He was more than she'd ever imagined she would find for herself. He loved her, he respected her and he mastered her.
Maurina heard water running in the bathroom and the sound of cloth rustling. A few moments later, she heard a soft click as the door was opened and shut softly and she and Owin were left alone in the suite.
Owin gently removed the blindfold from her eyes and she looked up into the midnight depths she loved so deeply. He stared down into her eyes with an intensity she'd never seen from him before.
"You belong to me and me alone," he said. His voice was even, but his eyes burned. "I did this for you, because I will do whatever I am able to please you and fulfill you, but you belong to me. Do you understand?"
Maurina reached a shaking hand up to his face, she was utterly exhausted. "Yes, Owin. Never doubt it."
He turned and kissed her palm gently before murmuring, "Happy Anniversary, Maurina."
"Happy Anniversary, love," she sighed and stretched up to kiss his full, soft lips. Owin deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth to explore relentlessly. This was no tender kiss. This was a marking, an owning of her mouth.
When he finally released her lips, he squeezed her against him tightly and said, "Marry me, Maurina." Then, as if he realized his words sounded more like an order than a request, he added a gentle, "Please."
Tears swam in her eyes, threatening to spill as she stared in wonder at this gentle, dominant man she loved so much. He'd just given her the greatest present she could have ever hoped for. Not the crazy, indescribable sex she'd just been a party to, that was amazing, but no, he'd given her his trust to take care of his heart.
She was humbled and moved beyond words. She gripped his face in her hands and kissed him fiercely, ravaging his mouth this time and claiming him for her own.
Only when they were both panting for air did she release him and whisper, "Yes, Owin. I'll marry you." And, this time, when the tears threatened, she let them fall.
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About the Author
Gillian Colbert discovered writing later in life, but is now addicted to words, syllables and phrases. She loves books and stories of all shapes, sizes and genres, but most of all, Gillian loves to write about people overcoming their insecurities and finding their mates. After all, risk and passion are what make life worth living.
In her spare time, Gillian is a mother and dog owner. Her two Pitbulls have proven to be a love story in and of themselves. Every day, their affection and bond grows and deepens. In truth, their deep canine affection with its angst, joy, play and encouragement is inspiration for Gillian. Everyone should love so purely.
EXCERPTS FROM GILLIAN’S OTHER WORK
Olivia Buchanan is an erotica author who hasn't had sex in years and is suffering from a severe case of writer's block. Jason Barnett is an artist with an eye for the sensual looking for his muse. When their paths cross, he knows he's got the key to unlocking Olivia's creative juices, the only question is can he convince her to let him try?
He'd blindfolded her and, like an idiot, she'd let him. The black silk was snuggly pulled across her eyes and, while she had a sense of light in the room, she couldn't see a damn thing. She couldn't figure out if she was being daring or completely foolish.
She felt his leg brush hers as he resumed his seat in front of her. The chair scraped and he moved closer so that his legs bracketed her own, and their bodies were now almost woven together.
"Here's what we're going to do," she heard rustling and the sound of items being set out one by one on the table next to her. "I'm going to feed you bits of various things and you're going to do your best to tell me what it is."
"And you think this is going to help my writer's block how?" she snipped and instantly felt bad, but her nerves were jumping.
"Because you need to get back in touch with your senses and food is very sensual. It will take you out of your head and into your other means of observation. Now, open up."
"And how you come to this conclusion, exactly?"
"Because it takes about two seconds in your presence to see that you hold yourself with tight control. No unexpected words. No spontaneous action. Tightly controlled people rarely allow themselves to just feel. Writing is about feeling and connecting. The only beings you connected with the entire time we were at the park were Regina and Monster."
"I connected with you," she could feel her bottom lip sticking out and quickly pulled it back in. She wasn't four.
"Only because I pestered you into it. Now, open up."
She hesitated for a moment, but opened her mouth determined not to give him any more ammunition. She was already uncomfortable with how far she'd let this go. Within moments, she felt something cool press against her lips and she opened wider to accept it. It was a fruit of some kind with a sharp, tangy flavor that burst in her mouth as soon as she bit down. She swallowed and licked her lips before grinning.
"Mandarin orange," she said triumphantly.
Jason was silent.
"Jason," she reached for the blindfold.
"No!" he grabbed her wrist, "Sorry, my, uh, my mind wandered for a minute there." He shifted in his seat; she felt the flex of powerful thigh muscles along her own. Her body clenched with acute awareness.
Now that she couldn't see him, she was much more aware of other things. Like the scent of his soap, the rough scratch of the calluses on his palms where he held her. The scratchy timber of his voice that made him sound like he'd just woken up. Each bit of sensory information was tantalizing and made her want to reach out and touch him just to add to her library.
"Okay, next."
She opened her mouth and he gently spooned in something airy and light yet creamy and sweet. She swallowed and felt a bit she’d missed on her lips. She licked her lips, but wasn’t sure.
“More.”
“What?” his voice was guttural, sounding more like he choked the word out then spoke it.
“I need more. It wasn’t enough.”
He muttered something under his breath that sounded an awful lot like “fuck me,” but she couldn’t be sure, and when she was about to ask, she felt the spoon press back into her mouth. She swallowed the creamy delight again and decided to go with her gut.
“Whipped cream,” she grinned and licked the corner of her mouth again. Was he doing that on purpose so she had to lick it off?
Jason's thighs had clenched around hers and again she heard him shifting around. He cleared his throat several times before growling out, “Good. Two for two. Let’s see how you do with the next one.” There was a brief pause and then he murmured, “Open up.”
She opened her lips to accept his offering. The flavors of vanilla and cinnamon drenched her taste buds and the creamy texture mixed in with the crunch of the crust told her this was cheesecake. Her favorite.
"Mmmmm," she moaned as she swallowed. "Cheesecake."
"Damn, Liv," his voice sounded strained.
The next thing she tasted was his mouth covering hers. His lips were soft and warm and he tasted of the wine they’d shared. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips and she parted willingly for him. It had been so long since she'd been kissed that she'd forgotten how consuming it was. He roamed her mouth, seeking out each and every corner, teasing her tongue with his, advancing and retreating, drawing her out. She sucked on his tongue and took pleasure in the moan she drew from him.
He reached out and pulled her onto him so that she was straddling his lap. His warm hands cupped and kneaded her ass and he pressed his erection against her mound. Her body responded with a flood of moisture that soaked her panties until she wondered if he was damp too. She ground herself into him shuddering as the ridge of his erection settled against her slit through their jeans. She rode him with abandon, plundering his mouth and soaking up the zings of pleasure radiating out from her clitoris.
Jason pulled away from her mouth and tore at the knot of her sweater so that it fell open exposing the red lace bra she wore. He pulled the cups down so that her flesh spilled out and wasted no time sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth. She shrieked as ribbons of sensation radiated out from her the turgid flesh and slammed into her clitoris as if the two were attached. She'd never experienced this sensation before. She didn't normally get into having her nipples sucked. She held his head to her breast and pressed further into his mouth.
"Harder," Olivia was shocked to hear the word slip out of her mouth, but quickly forgot to care as he complied while simultaneously rolling her other nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
Olivia lost herself in the dual sensations at her breasts and her core. She rode him harder and wilder. Demanding with every breath that he match her intensity and damn if he didn't meet and exceed her. He sucked and bit, plucked and squeezed all while meeting her thrust for thrust with his rigid erection sandwiched between them. The tension in her body was ratcheting higher and higher with each thrust, each suck until finally she couldn't contain the pleasure anymore and she broke.
Pleasure swamped her body, drenching each cell in a cascade of sensation. She shrieked his name even as she drowned in the luxury of his warm tongue circling her flesh while piercing pleasure beat at her in rhythm to the hot suck of his mouth. She bucked and writhed against him and heard him grunt before he wrapped both arms around her and squeezed her tight against hard muscles. Between her legs, she felt his erection jerk and spasm and she gloried in the feel of him against her body.
As the waves finally receded, she collapsed against him. His chest rose and fell in ragged syncopation with hers. His hands moved lazily over her ass and she felt him softening against her. As pleasure faded, mortification poured through her.
She went rigid in his lap. He obviously felt the difference because he shifted back and removed the blindfold. His eyes were smoky green and he looked both ravenous and rumpled. She on the other hand felt unbelievably exposed and self-conscious. Her hands shook as she righted her sweater.
She stood without a word, and all but sprinted for the coat closet. Yanking her trench from the hanger, she threw it over her arm and reached for the door.
"Wait," Jason lunged and blocked her flight, "Where are you going?"
"I gotta go. Just let me go, okay?" She pleaded with tears running down her face. "Please."
Jason tilted her chin up with a gentle finger. Worried eyes roamed her face for several moments before meeting her own.
"Did I do something wrong?" his voice was calm but very quiet.
She couldn't answer; she was too scared she'd start sobbing so she just shook her head.
"Would you tell me if I did?"
She frowned at him and nodded, still not trusting her voice.
"Okay," he stroked away the tears running down her face. "I don't understand what's going on right now, but I'm going to let you go. I'm also going to call you tomorrow and expect you to answer the phone. Understood?"
She managed a whispered, "Yes."
He dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead and moved aside. Olivia bolted into the evening and ran for her car.
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Coming Out of Her Shell
When Susan Mallory decided to take up a hobby, she hadn't expected it to be a weekly, one-woman show for her sexy neighbor, Eric Tanner. When the teasing gets out of hand, however, Eric decides to take matters, or in this case, Susan, into his own hands.
Eric stalked Susan down the aisle. She wasn't getting away from him this time. He rounded the corner on the self-help aisle and stopped in his tracks.
She was standing catty-corner to him paging through a book on Zen. She was concentrating on the book and hadn't noticed him yet.
He took in the sight of her. She was beautiful in a completely unaffected way. He'd never seen her wear makeup or revealing clothes. She carried herself demurely, but clearly that hid a wild side that he intended to explore.
She wore a red, cotton tank top that clung to her full breasts and some kind of work out pants that hugged a tight, round ass. The air conditioning kicked on and her nipples hardened in the cold. She wasn't wearing a bra.
He must have made some kind of noise because she looked up, gasped and promptly dropped her book. She scrambled to pick it up and rush past him, but he wasn't having any of that.
He caught her by the waist and pulled her back against him. Her breath whooshed out of her and he pressed her tightly against him.
"Slow down, now. There's no need to run off," Eric said quietly into her ear. "I just want to talk with you."
"What do you want?" her voice trembled slightly.
"Susan, I'm not going to hurt you," he soothed. "I've been trying to speak with you for several weeks now. I think you know that since you seem to be going out of your way to avoid me."
"I don't know what you mean," she protested as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
"Oh, I think you do."
Eric leaned down and inhaled her scent. She smelled of cinnamon and oranges. Susan went very still in his arms. Her breasts rested on his forearms and she was breathing very quickly.
"I've spent weeks wondering whether you felt as good as you looked. Watching you pleasure yourself. Imagining it was my cock between your legs instead of your fingers." He nuzzled her neck. "But, you already know I was watching you, don't you."
As he spoke, Eric brought his hand up and squeezed her breast while the other reached down and cupped her pussy through her yoga pants. Susan gasped and arched against him, but she didn't to pull away. He took that as a sign of encouragement.
Her breast filled his hand as he massaged and played. She moaned quietly and pushed herself harder into his hand. Eric slowly palmed her pebbled nipple, pressing hard before tweaking the tip with thumb and forefinger. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she bit her bottom lip to keep from making any noise.
Watching her small, white teeth nibble her bottom lip sent visions of her mouth wrapped around his cock running through his brain. Eric's cock twitched, hard. If he didn't wrap this up, he was going to bend her over and fuck her right up against the stacks.
Wouldn't that be a funny sight, the dog trainer doing it doggy style.
"I've decided that it's time to play a new game," Eric whispered in her ear. "One where I set the terms."
He continued to nuzzle her neck as he spoke, flicking his tongue along the sensitive skin.
"What are you talking about?" Susan said on a gasp as he tugged her sensitized nipple through the thin material of her tank top.
"You'll see in due time. In the meantime, you're going to answer my questions."
Eric released her pussy and thrust his fore and middle fingers into her mouth.
"Suck," he commanded. To his surprise, rather than obey him, Susan captured his hand and proceeded to lick up and around each digit before biting down gently. He felt the nip of her teeth right down into his balls. Eric ground his erection against the crease of her ass wanting desperately to plunge his cock inside her.
"Not so meek after all, are you."
Eric nipped her earlobe and then proceeded to thrust the fingers she'd just finished licking down her pants. He delved into her folds with no hesitation. She was unbelievably wet and so, so hot. He groaned at the thought of all that heat squeezing his dick as he pounded into her.
"Stop," Susan hissed as she futilely tried to push his hand away. "Someone might see."
Eric chuckled wickedly and just gripped her more tightly.
"Since when does that bother you?"
"I have questions, little one," he whispered against her neck. "Questions you're going to answer."
Rather than stop, Eric began to finger her right there in the middle of Ex Libris. As he set up a hectic rhythm on her clitoris, he tugged and squeezed her nipple.
Soon, she was writhing against him, rubbing her sweet little ass against his cock over and over. He was rapidly losing control of the situation. He'd planned to just ask her out, but when he'd felt her up against him all he could think about was getting some part of him inside her ... now.
"Did you perform for me or do you just like to get off outside?" Eric growled his voice guttural with lust.
She hesitated so long Eric didn't think she'd answer. She was riding his hand now, grinding her hips against him as he tortured her clitoris.
He wasn't letting her off the hook, though. He'd come for answers and he was going to get them. Eric pinched her clitoris until she gasped.
"Answer me."
"It was for you," Susan gasped. "I've never done that before."
"Did you fantasize about me while you masturbated? Did you imagine I was fucking you?"
Susan hesitated again. This time he tugged hard on her nipple causing her to groan.
"Yes," she elongated the word on a groan of pleasure.
Eric abruptly stopped his exploration of her body and set her away from him.
"I expect you to be at my house at exactly 2 p.m. next Thursday. Don't be late."
Eric reached down, picked up the fallen book and handed it to her.
"Oh, and one more thing. If you don't show up, I'll hunt you down and bring you to my house bodily, so save us both the trouble and be there."
With those words, Eric turned and left the store grinning from ear to ear.