Authors: Frances Stockton
As their fingers pleasured her clit in unison, his tongue
penetrated, shallowly at first, then deeper and deeper still. Eating at her in
earnest, Ethan drove her mad.
The harp string snapped with a suddenness that stunned her,
sensation rushed to her core, time stood still. Morgan came.
Even as her dewy essence flowed forth, Ethan’s tongue kept
thrusting in and out of her pussy, drinking her up. Pleasure consumed her,
enslaving her. It was beautiful, wondrous.
Her first orgasm happened with the man she loved. For her,
it was almost as if she’d lost her virginity all over again. Only it was better
because there was no terrible pain from the tearing of her hymen and no sense
that she wanted to stop or get it over with.
If Ethan stopped now, she might damn well strangle him with
her thighs! “Fuck me, Ethan. Please!”
Ethan maneuvered out from between her thighs and stood up.
Grabbing one of the condoms, he tore it open and rolled the thin sheath over
his big cock. Size-wise, she’d say he was at least nine inches long, with a
veined thickness that made him even more magnificent.
“Do all Maddox men have big cocks? I mean, I’ve seen and
read a lot about sex, Ethan. And you seem a lot bigger than most mortal men.
You’re certainly bigger than any guy I’ve been with.”
“You don’t need to be thinking about any Maddox but me. I am
more than proud of my cock. I’ll certainly please you. That’s what counts.”
“So big and thick,” she said, wanting to praise him and
stroke him. “Can I touch you?”
He reached out and ran his big hand through her long
straight hair. Slowly, gently, he combed, seeming to praise her for remembering
to ask him for what she wanted.
“You may, but only to guide me into you.”
Morgan sighed with need. “Hell yeah, Ethan,” she agreed.
Ethan helped her move to lie flat on the mattress. Fully
protected by the condom, he climbed onto the bed, centering himself right on
top of her.
Careful to keep his greater weight from crushing her, he
secured his arms on either side of her shoulders. “I love you,” he said, slowly
lowering himself down.
His splendidly nude body met hers. He was hard and sculpted,
but uncommonly smooth and angular where he needed to be. His strength made her
aware of her softness, her slighter curves and soft legs.
His rock-hard cock slid along her belly, teasing her,
thrilling her. The lubrication of the condom left a damp trail.
Thank goodness she’d used depilatories Monday afternoon to
remove the hair on her legs and underarms. Everything she wanted to be hairless
was still smooth. Ethan’s strong legs were lightly covered with coarse blond
hair. The sensation of his skin against hers was splendidly masculine.
Perfectly aligned now, he made no move to shift his hips
enough to center his cock to her pussy. His mouth touched hers, sweetly soft
and romantic in its simplicity.
His scent, taste and maleness were all around her, becoming
part of her. Curiously aware that her quim was empty, she remembered that it
was up to her to make the next move.
Pushing her hand between their stomachs, her hand touched
heaven when she stroked his cock head. Ethan broke their kiss to begin
peppering her face with kisses. His tongue stroked, dabbed.
Humming and loving every luscious second of his attention,
Morgan arched her neck, offering her pulse. Ethan pounced on her offer with a
vengeance, biting down on her skin to hold her in place.
Once he had her securely where he wanted her to be, he
lifted up a little to give her free access to his big dick. As she’d known, her
fingers couldn’t fit all the way around. They didn’t need to. A swipe of her
thumb over the latex-covered head and squeeze of her fingers told her he liked
to have his helmet played with.
Ethan shifted, splitting her thighs wider and following her
hand’s guidance as she fit his penis to her soaking-wet pussy. “Take me as I
am, Ethan. Claim me.”
He released her throat long enough to heal the stinging with
some enticing, succulent sucking. Ethan was leaving his mark, proving that he
was Morgan’s man in all things and the Alpha grizzly in him was claiming its
mate.
Despite her demand, Ethan didn’t thrust deep all at once. He
penetrated ever so slowly, remaining cognizant of how long it’d been since
she’d had sex while making certain she felt his big thick cock parting her
tight inner walls to make her feel every single blessed inch.
It had been way too long since she’d experienced lovemaking
at all. To be taken with such gentleness and devotion was awe-inspiring. At
last, he was seated as deeply as she could humanly take at the moment.
“I love you, Ethan Maddox,” she murmured, feeling loved,
complete.
Ethan freed her neck. “Love you too,” he reassured,
continuing to feast upon her delicate skin.
Despite the fact that she’d recently come, the sexual
tension within her built once more. Partially because Ethan stayed so very
still when she wanted him to move and partially because he was so incredibly
huge there was no doubt that she’d been claimed.
“Don’t be gentle. I can take anything you’ve got, big boy.”
“You can take anything, sweetie.” With that, he withdrew as
slowly as he’d entered, pushed in again, withdrew and thrust hard and deep,
with the power she now craved.
Thrilled beyond anything she could hope for, Morgan answered
every thrust, countered every roll of his hips and strength of his thrusts. If
he could claim her, so she could claim him.
About to lift her legs to encircle his waist, Ethan shook
his head no, flipping them around so quickly that he ended up flat on the
mattress, putting Morgan on top.
“Ride me, honey. Take me as hard as you want, as gently as
you want. You can’t break me, but you’ll sure as hell come.”
With Ethan’s permission, Morgan had to momentarily readjust
herself because the rollover caused them to disengage.
Moving up on her knees, she lowered, once again feeling the power
and strength of Ethan’s erection entering her body. He didn’t move as she
descended, letting her have control.
“You’re incredibly tight,” he growled once she was fully
seated. “Your warmth is indescribable. Take what you want, Morgan. Pleasure is
yours.”
Never more aware of her power, she lifted up and sank back
down, each time taking him a little harder, a little faster. Ethan’s hands came
to tease her breasts, his fingers plucking at her erect nipples. Pleasure
winged its way from her breasts to her clitoris. The impact of crushing her
quim down onto him hit every feminine spot.
As much control as he’d handed to her, she became aware of
when the momentum swung back into his court when he began to meet her descent
with a hard, relentless lift and thrust of his hips, driving his cock home. She
may have been on top, but there was no doubt Ethan was the more dominant lover
from the bottom.
Once again, the humming, vibrating tension within her pussy
and clit grew taut, threatening to splinter into thousands of little pieces. He
pushed up onto his elbows, changing the way he thrust, putting more force into
it.
Chasing the orgasm hovering just beyond her reach, she cried
out for mercy. “So close, Ethan. Almost there,” she growled, driving herself
harder, demanding more.
Ethan collapsed onto the bed. “You got it, baby. Take it.
Own your orgasms.”
Encouraged, Morgan shifted enough that she had to reach
behind herself and brace her hands on his knees. The change was the spark she
needed to ignite. This time the orgasm was stronger, deeper, more satisfying,
as if it consumed her very soul.
Coming back to earth, Morgan slumped down over her man. But
Ethan was still very erect.
“Fuck me until you come! I dare you, Sir!”
“Who’s your man, Morgan?”
“You are.”
“Whose cock owns your pussy?”
“Yours,” she said, feeling blessedly happy even though her
arms and legs had turned to putty.
“Then get up on your knees and present your gorgeous ass and
pussy to me. Face down on the pillows, hands on the bed.”
The patient lover he’d been became her Master in bed. In the
blink of an eye, Morgan came simply from the commanding tone of his voice. It
was heady, surreal and intoxicating. In a flash, she was up off his lap, posing
herself as he’d directed as she waited for him to move behind her.
Obediently, Morgan lowered her head to the pillows and
gripped the bed cover. Ethan came up close, his arms surrounding her with his
warmth as he hugged her middle and draped himself over her back.
His cock head brushed her asshole momentarily, the wickedness
of the forbidden causing her to jump. Yet he did not press forward. Instead, he
adjusted himself and his penis speared into her pussy on one long stroke.
Ethan kept her pinned just as she was and fucked her without
preamble. Deep, driven, powerful, each thrust caused his balls to slap against
her pussy. He was hard as steel, thick and veined.
One of his arms shifted. His free hand found her center.
Honing in on her pulsing clit, he began rubbing the ultrasensitive nubbin in
time with his thrusts. Setting up a rhythm that was certain to get her off, he
pushed her further, higher than ever before.
As submissive as her position was, Morgan loved it. She felt
everything a little deeper, a little stronger.
Still driving into her pussy, Ethan paused. His cock became
impossibly thicker, pulsing within her. His big hands came to her breasts,
grasping them to hold her in place as he thrust to completion.
Withdrawing to take Morgan down to the bed, Ethan turned her
onto her side and spooned up close to her back, being certain his cock remained
part of her until he’d softened enough to slide out.
“Damn,” she whispered, disappointed when he was gone.
“I know what you mean, honey. That was incredible. Thank you
for allowing me to be your first, Morgan Everhart.” Ethan kissed the back of
her head and cuddled close.
“But this wasn’t my first time.”
He hugged her tighter. “I’d meant the first man to
experience how beautiful you are when you come.”
“Thank you for showing me true pleasure, Ethan. But I should
warn you. Now that I know I can orgasm, I sure plan on having many more.”
“Good for you,” he murmured, sounding a little tired.
She’d been right. He was a cuddly bear and there was nowhere
she’d rather be for the rest of her existence than in his arms.
Chapter Five
After cuddling in bed and washing up in the bathroom, Ethan
and Morgan made it back to the kitchen to clean up the dinner dishes. They
talked and kissed a lot as they dried and put away the plates and bowls.
The cats watched them as if they were a couple of naked
aliens. He’d forbidden Morgan from hiding her beautiful body with something as
mundane as clothing when they’d come out of the bathroom.
Her breasts were perfectly round and slightly bigger than
juicy peaches. Dark rose areolas and nipples were feasts to be nibbled and
sucked. He hadn’t gotten there yet. He sure intended to.
While Morgan put away the spoons, Ethan checked on the
kitten food dispenser. All was well and he went right back to his woman,
drawing her close and kissing her.
Ethan particularly liked the softness of Morgan’s lips and
the taste of her minty-sweet breath. They’d brushed their teeth after cleaning
each other up with some washcloths and a sink full of warm soapy water. She
tasted as close to heaven as he’d ever been.
Yeah, life was pretty damn perfect. Ethan couldn’t remember
being with a woman who touched both his dominant and his compassionate sides.
She’d been such an enthusiastic partner and willing to follow his lead.
But her submission had only begun. He fully intended to
teach his woman the fine art of negotiating a scene, featuring submission,
bondage and discipline. While he’d never be a proponent of downright pain, he
knew that the closer to the edge of eroticism Morgan walked, the stronger her
pleasure would become when she realized that he’d never harm her.
“You okay, Morgan? No pain, discomfort or soreness?” he
asked, touching his mouth to her forehead. “And I don’t mean just your head
here.”
“I’m more than okay,” she said, hugging him around the
middle. “We might want to slow things down. It’s been awhile, you’re way bigger
than any guy I’ve been with and I want to make sure I don’t get too
uncomfortable for sex later. Or…”
Morgan leaned back, touching her hand to his chest and
walking her fingers up to his mouth. Teasing his bottom lip with her index
finger, she licked her lips.
“Don’t leave me hanging, honey.”
“I’d never do that,” she promised with a sexy little purr to
her voice. “Or…you could let me get you off. I’ve never tried before and I’d
like to learn how to please you, Ethan. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’re
getting erect again.”
“Not getting.” The very idea that she was a blowjob virgin
damn near made him blow and feel proud as hell to be her first. “I am hard as a
fucking rock.”
Pushing his bare dick between her soft thighs, he made sure
to stroke his shaft along her vaginal lips. She was still soaking wet, her
labia soft as silk and slightly swollen. He longed to bury his cock inside her
without rubbers getting in the way.
As soon as Morgan felt confident in his love and knew he was
a one-woman man, he’d talk to her about chucking the condoms as long as she was
on some sort of birth control.
“Please, Ethan, let me get you off,” she begged, trailing
her finger back down his chest to his heart.
His heart sped up. His balls drew taut. His cock throbbed
with want. Imagining all the ways she’d get him off, he knew he couldn’t make
it easy for her.
“The way you ask me for anything sexually is on your knees.
You want to suck my dick? Prove you want to.”
Morgan blinked up at him but kept licking her pretty
kiss-swollen lips as she gracefully lowered to the floor. “May I look at you,
Ethan?”
“You may. From now on, when we’re in a scene as we are now,
it’s Detective or Master. It is your choice, but whichever you prefer, the
words must emphasize that you’re aware of the fact that I’m your Master and you
are my sub.”
“I do, Detective. What would you like me to do?”
“Suck me. Lick me. Jerk me off. All of it,” he instructed,
trying to sound calm when his heart was racing and Morgan looked so beautiful
staring up at him from her submissive position. “Before you do, here’s one
other rule you must learn to obey.”
“Obey?” Morgan’s eyes widened. Her mouth parted and a small
pulse in her throat throbbed visibly.
“While on your knees, you’re to make an offering before I
grant permission.”
“What sort of offering?”
He felt taller than a giant and stronger than Hercules.
Morgan was sweeter and more trusting than he’d dared believe she would ever be.
“You’re to make yourself come so hard that the evidence of
it drenches your fingers. That is the offering you’re to make. Orgasm and you
may ask me again what you’d like to do to me.”
“If I forget?” she asked with her eyes still wide open and
receptive of him as her Dom. She was very aware of how serious he was and
slowly recognizing that pleasure was within her power each and every time they
fucked or made love.
The increasing flush in her cheeks reflected her curiosity
in what might happen if she forgot. Forgetting could be a choice, one that she
would soon learn to use when she was ready to be properly disciplined. It was
up to her to figure that out.
“If you forget, you can expect to be disciplined. The manner
of which is always up for negotiation.”
“Would you spank me, Detective?”
“If you ask me to,” he answered, trying to be a patient
teacher when his eyes were trained on the way her long hair almost swept the
floor while she was kneeling.
“Whip me?”
“My answer remains the same. You may be assured that
regardless of what I do to you, you’ll get off. As your Master, it is incumbent
upon me to see to your every want and need when you’re flying from multiple
post-orgasmic highs and adrenaline rush.”
“Am I permitted a safe word?”
Damn, the vixen was quickly learning how to stretch out the
sexual tension. Between questions, she licked her lips. She wanted his cock as
much as he wanted her mouth on him.
“That’s a given, sub,” he answered a little more sharply
than he’d intended. “Pick a word and it is yours. I’d advise that you pick
something you’d never associate with sex. Should you wish to change it, you
know how to ask something of me.”
He could see her mulling over the words she’d like to use.
“Steak,” she said.
“Now you may proceed with your offering. Make it good and
make sure I can see you working that gorgeous clit and finger-fucking your
cunt,” he commanded, deliberately choosing to be sharper, dirtier and firmer.
He’d quickly discovered that his shy little psychic had a
wicked tongue when she was under the spell of orgasm. She could curse if it was
what she wanted, just as long as she got the most out of her pleasure.
Morgan stared up at him. Some Doms required their subs to
lower their eyes or bend forward until their foreheads touched the floor. Ethan
wouldn’t ask that of her. He liked watching her and wanted her to be free to
look back.
Willing some of his strength into her, he hoped she didn’t
cave when the full force of what he’d commanded of her hit her. Morgan had
never been able to masturbate successfully. He aimed to show her that she
could.
“No more questions until I grant you the right to ask them.
Fuck yourself and come. Do this, you’ll be rewarded. Fail, we go to sleep.”
As she knelt there, she regained her nerve. She began by
slowly rubbing her fingers up and down her flat stomach. Morgan’s pretty little
navel should be appreciated with bites, licks and maybe a piercing. If she
could wear body jewelry without being haunted by psychometry, he thought a
silver ring or a gemstone would look nice.
He thought on it. Instead of gems, maybe she’d prefer
crystals or something he’d like. Mini-handcuffs would be adorable on her.
Perhaps she’d be okay with an object that he made by hand. She wore earrings
without seeming to be bothered by them.
Taran was the leather craftsman of the Maddox brothers and
Phalen’s dungeon gear concepts were top-notch. Ethan was very good with
designing body jewelry, everything from clit huggers and piercings to nipple
rings and clamps.
Mesmerized by the way she trailed her fingers up and down
her belly, then moved to tweak and twirl her rosy nipples, he noticed how hard
she pulled and twisted. Biting his tongue to remind himself not to cave in and
join her on the floor, he kept watching.
His cock strained toward her, rampant and hard as fuck. She
pinched with the edge of her nails, her mouth falling open wider and her tongue
slipping forth. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever known.
“That’s it, sub. Pinch until you can’t bear it anymore. Take
the bite that demands surcease, then release quickly.”
Without touching her pussy or clitoris, Morgan obeyed and
turned herself on. She was on the cusp, discovering the eroticism of following
his directions.
“Fucking hell,” she cursed as she let go of nipples that’d
turned hot crimson from the dig of her nails and the rush of blood that flowed.
He was as caught up in her self-discovery as she was. He
desperately wanted to stroke his cock. Refusing to let himself move, he wrapped
his arms across his chest instead.
“My dick’s waiting for you, sweet. If you want it, come for
it.”
Lowering her chin momentarily in supplication, Morgan’s gaze
lifted again and he saw she was lost in submissive power. She was aware of him.
Her eyes were on his face, but her pulse points were throbbing and he’d bet his
salary she knew his cock was already dripping with pre-cum.
Without missing a beat, she dragged her hand down her middle
again, teasing her bellybutton before moving to her intended target. She
shifted her knees, parting them wider to present her pussy to him.
Somewhere in her subconscious, she remembered his order
about making certain he could see. He was so fucking proud of her, he wanted to
kiss her. He stayed where he was, watching while Morgan’s fingers combed her
soft-as-silk pubic hair.
Sometime he might shave her or use some depilatories on her
muff. At the moment, he liked it. Her pubic hair was soft, trimmed and
feminine.
And honestly, he didn’t care for the idea of changing a
single thing about Morgan. She was his perfect angel and he loved her beyond
reason. It felt as though he always had.
But his thoughts went south the second she stopped teasing
herself and made a play for her clit. Already she was soaking wet. He could see
and hear the evidence of it as she worked herself with her index finger.
Determinedly, she stroked the hard nub that reminded Ethan
of a raspberry. A clitoris as pretty and juicy as hers deserved to be eaten and
sucked and licked without mercy.
Tension suddenly gripped her. Her shoulders straightened.
Her mouth closed.
“What’s the matter, honey?” She waited to respond, her eyes
pleading for help. “You may answer.”
“I’m afraid.”
“There’s nothing to fear in climaxing. You know you can.”
“I think I need you to orgasm.” And there was the very
reason why he wouldn’t break his stance. He loved the fact that she wanted him
to help her climax and he would do so plenty of times in the future, just not
this time.
“You do it, sub. You fuck yourself until you cream all over
your fingers.”
“If I don’t? I’m numb.”
“Then neither of us will come again until tomorrow.”
“But I want to suck you off. I’ve fantasized about doing it
for you so many, many times.”
“You’re worrying too much. Stop it. Think only of your
pleasure, of how you feel when my great big cock is deep inside your pussy.
You’re so fucking tight, know that?”
“Yes.”
“Feel it. Put your fingers up inside. Start with one, add
two, then three. Feel how soft and tight and hot you are, how wet you’ve
become.”
Deciding to give her a push, he lowered an arm and touched
the top of her head.
“Do it, Morgan. No questions, or say your safe word and we
go to bed. It’s your choice.”
She shifted a little. The change must have been what she
needed. Her index finger slid between her labia, sinking deep into her pussy.
Combing his hand through her hair, he conveyed his praise, rewarding her for
each thrust of her finger.
Using her thumb, she swiped at her clit, gently this time. A
second finger joined the first, plunging into her vaginal hole. “Oh shit,
Detective, my pussy feels volcanic hot and tight as a silk glove. Don’t you
want it?”
“Forever. I’m going to fuck your pretty little pussy until I
die.”
She giggled at that. If it helped her relax, so be it.
Rising up farther on her legs, Morgan adjusted herself to add a third finger
just as he’d told her to do. She was still spread open, though, thankfully.
A pussy as beautiful as hers should be appreciated by a man.
Good damn thing he was the only man who’d have this chance.
She continued to finger herself, using her thumb to gently
circle her clit. Unbeknownst to her, her hips were rocking, her breathing rapid
and her skin flushed so hot he almost thought she might ignite.
“Oh god, oh my god, gonna come, fuck, yeah!” she muttered,
panting, wanting, thrusting against her own hand.
And then she stilled, holding her breath. He knew why. She
came. The trickle of feminine cream was evidence of it.
Catching a drip with her finger, she sighed, raised her chin
proudly and lifted her hand. “My offering…may I suck your dick, Detective?”
With that, she sucked her cum off her fingertip.
“You may, but no more questions for now,” he granted,
stroking her hair one more time. Everything male in him wanted to scoop her up
and hug her close as she came down from her orgasmic high.
Morgan halted him. She resumed her submissive position,
reached up and cupped his dick between her hands.
Sweetly sensual, she tightened her fingers, ringing them
around his cock head and shaft. Squeezing and teasing, she quickly learned to
hone in on the underside of his helmet.