Naughty Bits. Megan Hart
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and languid from my flogging and thorough fucking; my muscles loose. The only thought in my mind is you; my love for you and pleasuring you so that you are in the same state of contentedness.
My lips part further and skim all the way down your cock to my hands. I slide back to the tip, my hands squeezing tight up your length in my mouth’s wake. I want nothing more than to make you come, to feel you spurt deep in my mouth and drink the essence of you.
I suck your cock with vigor, pouring all my love, all my passion into the act. Your legs shake against me. Your hand snags into my hair and you begin fucking my mouth in tune with my motions.
Your cock goes deep, touching my throat again and again. You groan and the hand in my hair clenches. “I’m going to come.”
I continue sucking and sucking you. I want this—I want to hear you cry out and know I was the one that caused your greatest pleasure. The smooth hot skin of your cock glides effortlessly in and out of me as saliva drizzles down my chin.
You groan, “Uh-un-uh-uh.” Spurt after delicious spurt of custard slides down my throat. I swallow the tart stingy taste of you and greedily continue to suck you for more. Your hand grasps my hair and you hold me still as you slide your cock from my mouth.
You stand absolutely motionless, breathing hard. I lick my lips and swallow, then place my hands on your thighs. I gaze up at you.
Your eyes widen and you smile. “Amazing, my love.” Your hand rubs my head.
A smile turns my lips, too. I have thoroughly pleased you.
“Stay right there.” You turn and walk to my bag. Pulling the warm blanket out of the pack, you come back to me and hold out your hand. “Stand, my love.”
I grasp your hand and you help me to stand, then wrap the blanket about me. I stare, unable to take my eyes from you. My master. I love you so intensely, more deeply than anyone before in my life. The connection we have woven together is nonesuch.
“So how was your day? Did you finish all the paperwork for your patients?” You undo the cuffs and rope from the tree. My gaze never leaves you—your fluid, strong movements as you do even the most mundane of tasks. You are beautiful.
“Yes, I came home and then saw your gift sitting on the table.” Exhaustion hits me and I start to shake once more.
“Indeed, a delicious gift, was it not?” You gather up the toys and put them in the backpack, then with it over your shoulder you walk to me.
“How did you get the words in the glass, Eric?”
“Silly. I had it specially made for you.” You lean in and kiss the tip of my nose. “You are mine. Owned by E.” Pride and possession flashes in your eyes.
“Indeed, you own my heart, Eric. I love you.”
“I love you. You are mine. You did very, very well. Let’s go home, get some food and cuddle.” You wiggle your eyebrows and chuckle. “And of course make love again.”
I giggle, and tears well in my eyes and my lower lip trembles.
You lean down, wrap your arms about me, and pick me up. “Shh.”
I slump against you, content to my bones. Your strong arms about me as you carry me out of the woods stop my trembling. I feel safe. Safe to be me, who I am deep in my soul. To be vulnerable and yours.
“I will take care of you always.” You kiss the top of my head.
I nuzzle into the scent of you. Your warmth surrounds me and your heart beats full of love beneath my ear. You squeeze me close and kiss my cheek. I sigh, knowing that your love for me will be forever a constant in my life.
YOU MUST INVITE ME IN.
I awoke from my dreams, emerging through the dark strata to find my heart pounding against my chest, soft cotton sheets tangled around my limbs. I noted the hour on my digital clock—midnight. Listened to rain pinging on the tiles of my balcony. Yes, I was awake.
Invite me in.
The voice wasn’t a part of any sensual dream. I felt it like a physical caress. The rasp of his words and insistent tone slithered sinuously along my hip, wrapped around my spine, crept upward like the glide of a warm palm to lift goose bumps on my naked skin—until, at last, he whispered in my ear.
Open to me.
I recognized the deep tones and slight inflections of his indiscernible accent. I’d heard it before, several nights ago, echoing in my mind.
Even then, I’d known he was different. Never had a voice reached me without my seeking it first.
Perhaps that was the reason his dark, primal passion resonated so deeply inside me. Only, I knew that wasn’t the whole truth. I shied away from the fact I found him every bit as irresistible as did the woman next door who had more men passing through her door than the Saints’ locker room.
He was back—the one with the wicked kisses and silky caresses—and soon he’d be sliding into bed with her. Although why, when she’d barely satisfied him the last time, I didn’t understand.
I told myself I was on a deadline, I couldn’t afford to lose sleep—but her delight was palpable. What was it about him that made him such an overwhelming temptation?
Curious, I relaxed the defenses I instinctively threw up to ward off the sensations that swept through my body when people nearby began to lose themselves to passion.
For once, I waited eagerly for the intrusion of carnal thoughts drifting in the ether. I reached out, finding the slender threads of their spirits as they lifted, intertwined, and followed them back into her room. Because I could only meld with one, I chose her.
Her eagerness flooded me with heat. Already, her breasts tingled and tightened…as did mine.
He stepped closer. I knew because she inhaled sharply, dragging in the fragrance clinging to his cheeks and dampened hair. His scent, redolent with the aroma of fresh rain and heated male musk, slowly filled my nostrils.
In moments, his lips glided across her mouth, fastening to suction softly before he thrust his tongue inside. He tasted of mint and coffee, and something else I didn’t recognize because he moved on too quickly, sliding his firm lips along her jaw and lower.
Her sighs deepened, her slender frame trembled. He pushed her down to the mattress and covered her, head to toe, a blanket of solid muscle and masculine heat.
Anticipation shortened our breaths and made our hearts pound faster. He reached out to snag her wrist. His thumb swept back and forth as he pushed her hand above her head and pressed it into the pillow—a silent command to submit.
Could he feel her pulse leap beneath his gently chafing thumb?
I could. My own pulse skittered, and then rushed screaming through my body to plump the folds of my sex, he brought me to the brink that fast.
Something about him drew me helplessly into her bedroom, kept me trapped beneath his long, rangy frame, my mind and body opening to the wicked delights he rained upon her warm skin.
I closed my eyes and let the fingers she trailed along his body tell me how sleek and hard his muscled back and flanks were.
When she plunged her hands into his thick hair, I learned its silky texture and length. When he leaned over her to kiss her mouth, I felt it sweep forward to brush my cheeks.
The weight of his body crushed the breath from her, and made me gasp with pleasure. The pressure of his clothed, rigid cock burrowing between her folds drew a lusty wash of liquid arousal from her body…and mine.
My legs splayed open. My knees came up to hug the sides of his hips and encourage him closer, deeper.
“Too many clothes…” Her soft words intruded…or were they mine?
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