He closed his eyes and murmured, “I wouldn’t keep doing that if I were you.”
“I know. Sorry.” She pulled her hand away.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop apologizing?”
“Sorry!”
She lay down while he used a remote to turn off the light, leaving the room full of bright moonlight streaming in through the open drapes. Connor rolled toward her and she turned away into spoon position. He put one hand on her hip until she pulled the arm around her, pressing back into him. Squeezing her close, he kept his crotch away from her backside on purpose and put his nose against the nape of her neck, her damp red hair in his nostrils. They said nothing, recapturing the sweetness of her earlier nap, and before long they drifted off to sleep.
As the night wore on, positions changed as they always do, but at no time were Sophia and Connor not touching, though the king size bed provided plenty of room. Guards dropped, affections rose, and trust deepened. And Connor kept his promise, as Sophia kept hers, though neither could resist sometimes kissing the other’s shoulder, or an innocent caress. Long before the sun rose to surround them in golden light, she concluded this was the most romantic experience she would ever have. When she finally opened her eyes, she found that Connor lay facing her, nose to nose, his arm around her, soft brown eyes smiling into hers. She pressed her lips into his and he kissed back, both of them with eyes open.
Then Sophia stopped and whispered, “I release you from your promise not to try something.”
“Are you sure?” he whispered back.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
He smiled brighter than a thousand suns and gently pushed her onto her back, one arm encircling her, his succulent lips on hers. A rush of pleasure caused moisture to gather between her folds. His cock swelled against the waistband of his shorts. She arched her breasts up into his chest, one hand snaking around his back and up into his hair. The other hand reached for his firm ass, giving him a hungry squeeze there.
Connor responded by tightening his grip, his tongue delving into her hot mouth to find her tongue, which enthusiastically greeted his like a conquering hero come home. Their tongues swirled around each other, teasing, grappling, and luxuriating, moans and gasps erupting into each other’s mouths. Connor reached behind her knee to caress her sensitive hamstring. As he slid toward her lush bottom, she lifted her legs to give him access. The first touch of his hand on her nubile rear sent a jolt of arousal to her pussy. He squeezed. Another spasm. Once more. A surge. She began to tremble, wrapping her leg around him.
His firm, sure hand came to her clothed belly, then over her ribs to cup her heavy globes, which ached with need as Connor teased her erect nipples. The hard peaks jabbed into his palm through the cotton. When he finally pinched one, she gasped, a flood of arousal soaking her pussy.
Connor’s warm lips sought her neck while one hand furiously undid the buttons of her shirt, starting at the top. She thrust both hands through his hair, tongue plunging into his ear. His lips followed the bared flesh downward as he opened her shirt, his tongue sliding into her cleavage and staying there. She shuddered at the feel of Connor’s tongue there. As he cupped her bare tits, she arched her back to offer them. His tongue moved toward her nipple, sending a trail of liquid fire across her skin, the areola crinkling to the point of pain.
Sophia slipped a hand inside his waistband to find his warm, hard dick straining into her eager hand. Delight filled her, curiosity soaring about his cock, especially when he moaned in appreciation of her grip as it tightened lovingly. Possessively. A thrilled purr escaped her. She had him now.
His groan disappeared around the mouthful of breast he sucked in, his hot, wet mouth engulfing her, tongue flattened against her stiffened nipple. Connor’s free hand expertly undid the remaining buttons of her shirt until he’d fully opened her like a flower. Her legs were still tightly pressed together. She felt gloriously nude, a little shy, but more comfortable than she would’ve imagined. He lifted up on one elbow to gaze down at her, eyes roving to her breasts, the patch of fire above her pussy, and the matching red flame fanned out around her head on his pillow.
The look of lust in Connor’s hot brown eyes made her tremble. A sex flush had reddened his face and chest.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
“I’m all yours,” she purred, squeezing his manhood.
With a wild cry, he plunged his tongue back into her mouth, one hand brushing her inner thigh as she spread her legs. His fingers discovered that she’d shaved her pussy except for a small triangular patch above it. He grunted in surprise and hunger, eyes flashing open to see her eyes half-closed, as if mesmerized. His fingers parted her wet folds, making her eyes roll back in her head.
She was dripping wet, her crotch pushing up into his hand. Taking his cue, he slipped first one and then another finger inside her vagina. She was tight but quickly expanded in expectation of his manhood. The thought was too much and he pulled up suddenly, kneeling as he yanked his shorts down around his knees. While she opened her eyes and looked on hungrily, his cock sprang free and proud in the morning air, as if crowing like a rooster. Another jerk and he was naked, his lustful gaze on Sophia.
She lay staring at the beauty before her – a long, thick, circumcised penis throbbing with Connor’s heartbeats, neatly trimmed pubic hair framing it. Golden hair framed it like a treasure at the end of a rainbow. His balls hung heavy and full, one lower than the other, both begging to be cupped. She reached over to cradle them, wanting his seed inside her.
Deep
inside her.
She sat up for a better look and whispered in amazement, “My God, Connor. What have you been feeding this thing?”
He put one finger under her chin to raise her face to him. “Dreams of you.”
A deep flush coursed through her, both nipples aching, her pussy throbbing with need. She surrendered and flung herself back into the pillow, spreading her legs and arms wide. His lungs heaved as he climbed between her legs. Then he hesitated.
“Do you want a condom?” he asked. “I’m safe.”
“So am I. And on the pill.”
“You’re sure?”
Sophia nodded. “I’ve never done it without one but I want to with you.”
He smiled. “I’ve never done it without one either.”
“Perfect.”
Connor wrapped his arms around Sophia, whose legs and arms already encircled him, her feet in the air behind his back. His cock brushed against her swollen folds, as a sigh of anticipation escaped her. She tenderly pressed her mouth to his, feeling like her entire body had become one erogenous zone. His tongue slid between her lips at the same time that his cock parted her damp folds to smoothly slide into her. Radiant joy lifted Sophia, the moist heat of her pussy enveloping his cock’s head. She burned like a furnace.
Connor slowly slid his cock’s head inside and held still, reveling in the moment. Then he pulled out to a cry of disappointment from Sophia. He quickly thrust it back in. Then back out as her nails dug into his shoulders. When he next entered her, he slid a little farther in, then pulled back so only the engorged head was inside. A dozen times he tortured her this way before claiming another silky inch of her. His cock felt every undulation of reacting muscles. Her pussy rippled slowly, gripping him tightly. The anticipation of Connor fully entering and claiming her drove her wild, teeth biting his shoulder as she rocked her hips to pull more of Connor inside her. His gently swaying balls brushed against her ass once, twice, three times.
She began to tremble, sensing her imminent, utter surrender. A trace of fear made her resist just enough to push against him feebly, not fighting his penetration, but as if to pretend she hadn’t already surrendered. The involuntary gesture only made her realize she couldn’t stop this now if she wanted to, the thought of her impending submission sending jolts of pleasure through her pussy, which squeezed him. They moaned together.
And then Connor suddenly thrust all the way in, burying himself to the hilt, his balls coming to rest against her ass, his pubic mound pressed hard enough into hers to stimulate her clit, and his cock filling every last crevice of her expanding vagina. She shuddered in ecstasy, deeply aware that she was as nude as it was humanly possible to be, nothing between her and Connor as they deeply intertwined hearts and bodies. A desperate, tender cry escaped her. She had been claimed.
By an honorable, courageous man. A funny, kind man. A man with beautiful eyes, a firm touch, and a gentle kiss. By a gorgeous hunk of male flesh with a big heart. By a man she admired, sought, wanted, and happily gave herself to. By a man who made her so proud to be his that she nearly wept to feel him all the way in her. She felt herself react to him from head to toe, body to soul, heart to mind.
She began to writhe against him, her nipples aching, her pussy bursting with heat and wetness, her breath hot in his mouth as their tongues caressed each other. Deep in her loins, a fire grew. The knowledge that she was about to cum in Connor’s embrace drove her over the edge. Caught between fighting it and surrender, she bucked wildly, nails scratching down his back. And then a deep and powerful orgasm ripped through her, ecstasy shooting through her whole body, which clutched him desperately. She cried out as if in pain and lost herself.
Feeling Sophia lose control beneath him, Connor shuddered and held on for dear life. She was so sweet, so loving, so everything he wanted, and she’d turned into a lust-filled beast that thrilled him. Her pussy clutched him again and again. He couldn’t hold back anymore. His balls tightened as lightning bolts of pleasure raced down his scalp, up his fingers and toes, around his anus, and finally out his cock as a huge orgasm shattered his restraint.
Sophia grinned as Connor erupted. She’d claimed him, as he’d claimed her. His manhood pulsed inside her, his hot seed filling her eager womb.
“Mine,” she whispered, clutching him. “You’re all mine, sweetheart.”
“Oh Sophia,” he moaned, collapsing onto her in agreement. He was home.
They lay trembling together for a time before he lifted up to look at her. For a moment, she was afraid to look into his eyes for fear of what she’d see, but a glance revealed an adoring gaze that captured hers. He’d accepted her despite that animal display she’d just put on. Maybe even because of it. She bit her lip and then caressed his cheek lovingly, feeling safe, secure, and loved. And happier than she’d thought possible. Sophia closed her eyes and kissed Connor gently, wanting to doze in his embrace.
And all the while, neither had any idea someone was watching them.
Chapter 9 – Voyeur
When Jess climbed out of the tent she’d spent the night in with Seth, it was only to find him slumped on his lookout rock, the telescope in his lap, and his grimy face in both hands, which were wringing his matted hair. He needed a shower, which became more obvious as she neared him and caught a whiff. Sniffing her own armpit, she concluded that she needed one, too. She sat down beside him, using a tender tone as she gently put one hand on his arm.
“What’s the matter, honey?”
He stopped what he was doing and slowly looked up at her, seeming near to tears. “He defiled her.”
Jess’ eyebrows bunched together. “He what?”
“He defiled her.”
“Yeah, I heard you. I just don’t know—”
“He fucked her!” Seth screamed, glaring at her. “He fucked her, you stupid bitch! Don’t you know anything?” He got up and started pacing, lungs heaving, eyes flashing, his fists clenching and unclenching.
A wave of anger, humiliation, and heat washed over Jess, her mind racing from one realization to the next. Seth had watched Connor and Sophia have sex. Seth was hurt by what he’d seen. And yet he wasn’t the least bit bothered when Jess had sex with Mark, and he was the one who made her do it. Seth loved someone who wouldn’t give him the time of day while Jess gave him everything she had, only to get contempt in return. Seth didn’t value her at all. He was a fucking asshole. Cruel. Thoughtless. Insensitive. Unappreciative. Manipulative. The list went on and on.
Emotions hurtled through her like bullets straight to the heart. Envy. She wished she’d seen that beautiful Connor naked and fucking someone. The thought of picking up the telescope for a peek thrilled her but left her resenting Seth; if she’d gotten the chance, watching Sophia fuck Connor from a distance would’ve been the closest she’d ever get to seeing a man like that bare. Jealousy. From what she’d seen through the telescope last evening, Connor and Sophia seemed to care about each other. Fury. Her kindness to Seth had been met with scorn. Outrage. Insecurity. Indignation. She felt worthless. And a sudden desire to just start screaming.
For the first time, she thought about betraying Seth, whether turning him in to the cops, or sabotaging his plans, or maybe doing to him what he intended for Sophia: kidnap him, tie him up, and then have her way with him until he finally realized he loved her as she loved him, and that they were meant to be together.
Then she had a better idea. What if she killed Sophia? With the object of Seth’s affection gone, Jess would be all that was left to him. She could make it seem like an accident. And if Seth still rejected her, well, then, she’d just let him know that she’d done it on purpose while telling him to fuck off. The asshole didn’t seem to think she’d strike back at him. Good. Let him think that. He wouldn’t see it coming that way.
That was it then. She’d made up her mind. Now she just had to figure out how to get away with it. Maybe she could make it look like Seth had offed Sophia, so the cops would send him away. They were probably already looking for him for what he’d done to that little bitch Sophia, and with his history, no one would believe his claims that Jess had done it instead. The asshole could rot in prison while thinking about what Jess had done to him. To Sophia.