Authors: Desiree Holt
He gritted his teeth as he felt his balls tighten and a tingling sensation start at the base of his spine. No. He couldn’t come. Not yet. Not until he’d given this woman pleasure beyond her imagining.
Connor’s voice had such a ring of command that Meredith automatically did as he asked. But rather than frightening her, it heightened her desire, made her juices flow more and the walls of her pussy quiver. What was happening to her? What had taken over her senses and her mind?
She could hardly keep her body still. The throbbing in her womb had increased from a tiny pulse to the pounding of a drumbeat, spreading everywhere. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen, her nipples hard and aching.
When she squeezed her nipples, exerting pressure with her fingers, the pain shot streaks of pure pleasure through her. Connor began to lick the fudge from her clit again, his mouth suckling her swollen bud and she grabbed the blanket with her fists. She had all she could do not to come right then. But she’d hold off, just like he told her to, although her control was slipping fast.
At the moment she was sure her body would betray her and erupt in a fountain of pleasure, he lifted his head just enough to look at her. “All right, sweetheart. I’m ready to taste your juices mixed with that delicious candy. I want all that sweetness dripping onto my tongue, your plump pussy lips clasping around me. Let it go now, Meredith. Let go.”
He took her into his mouth again, at the same time sliding two fingers back into her cunt and reaching for her sweet spot. She clenched around him, every muscle in her body tightening at the feel of those long fingers probing her, fucking her. When he bit down lightly on her clit she couldn’t have stopped if she’d wanted to. The orgasm roared up from deep inside her, like a beast let loose from a cave. The muscles of her pussy clamped around his fingers, her body shook and she poured into his mouth.
Every muscle tightened and spasmed, wrenching every bit of response from her. Connor drew out her climax with his very clever mouth and fingers, pushing her up and over a precipice until she was sure she’d fall apart. She was spinning in space, whirling, twisting, her body no longer her own, as the orgasm went on and on and on.
He was relentless, never taking his hands and his mouth from her cunt and her clit. Whenever the tremors would begin to subside he drove her to the peak again. Finally, when she was trembling from the effort and her body refused to respond one more time, he slid his fingers out, gave her slit one last, long lap with his tongue and lay down beside her, pulling her against him. His large warm hands moved easily over her back, soothing her and calming her. His lips, still coated with candy and her own wetness, pressed kisses to her forehead, her temples, her cheeks. When her breathing had evened out he tilted up her chin and smiled at her.
“Definitely the best treat I’ve had in a long time.” He smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “Are you doing okay, sweetheart? You came for a long time.”
She smiled up at him, still shaky but unbelievable sated. “Better than I’ve ever been.”
He chuckled. “Don’t say that. We’ve just gotten started here.” He touched one finger to the emerald pendant, the gems vibrant as the sun’s rays caught them. “I guess the Egyptians knew what they were talking about.”
She let out a tremulous breath. “I’d say so.”
With fluid grace he stood and lifted her in his arms. “All right, then. Time for a swim.”
Chapter Two
“Connor, are you crazy? It’s October in Maine. And this is the ocean. We’ll freeze to death.”
He laughed, a rich, full sound as he strode across the tiny strip of beach, holding her to his chest. “Afraid of a little cold water? I think you need something to cool you off.”
“No!” she squealed as he stepped into the surf, lowering her to her feet. “Oh! Ouch! Cold! You brute.”
“Come on, chicken. We need to wash away all that fudge.”
Still laughing, he tugged at her hand, leading her into water up to her hips. She flinched at the first cold touch but Connor stopped, pulled her against him and lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was like a flame, scorching her, setting every nerve ending to sizzle. He moved his tongue in and out of her mouth in rapid strokes as he’d done with her cunt, mimicking the movement. The chill of the water disappeared as flashes of warmth spread through her.
“Touch your pendant,” Connor whispered, his lips against her. “Go on. Do it.”
Meredith raised her hand in slow motion and pressed her fingertips against the emerald pine tree. At once the warmth she felt turned to white hot heat. Even the water swirling around her seemed to rise in temperature. “What?”
“Better?” he murmured against her mouth.
She felt his lips turn up in a smile. “Yes. But how—”
“Ssh. I told you. The emeralds have secret powers. Stand still and let me wash you.”
He knelt in the water that now slapped at his shoulders, nudged her legs apart and ran his fingers lazily the length of her slit and back again. She shuddered as, unbelievably, her pussy responded, muscles she could have sworn were exhausted begin to flutter again, His lean index fingers moved up the insides of her labia until the reached her clit, then peeled back the tiny hood covering it and sucked on the unprotected bud.
Meredith’s body jolted, every nerve ending sizzling in response. Her legs were shaking so badly she had to dig her fingernails into Connor’s shoulders to keep her balance. But as soon as she took her hand away from the pendant she felt the icy kiss of the ocean again and goose bumps rose on her skin. Somehow she managed to grab the emerald jewel again and still hold onto Connor with one hand, anchoring herself. Even immersed in the water she could feel her pussy juices flooding again and the muscles quaking. When he slid two fingers inside her vagina and began lightly scraping the walls with his fingernails, her body began to spasm and shockingly another orgasm rolled over her.
Connor wrapped one arm around her thighs to steady her as the tremors overtook her, holding her close so she didn’t slip down in the water. He pressed his lips to the soft flesh of her belly and held her like that until the aftershocks subsided.
“I told you the emeralds were magical,” he reminded her. His voice was thick with passion. “I’ll be you’ve never been finger-fucked in the ocean before and brought to climax. Am I right, sweetheart?”
She nodded, barely able to speak, still shocked at what was happening to her.
He moved his hands to separate the cheeks of her ass and ran a fingertip up and down the cleft. “Has anyone ever penetrated you here, Meredith?”
She shivered and not from any feeling of cold.
“Well?” he asked again, rimming the opening to her rectum. “Have they?”
“N-No. No one.” There hadn’t been anyone who’d tempted her enough to allow that particular act. But now the thought of Connor taking her ass heated her blood and sped up her pulse.
The pad of one finger pressed against the tiny puckered rosette of her anus, pushing gently, chafing across the sensitive skin. Incredibly she felt her cunt come to life again and throb with a need she was sure had been already well-satisfied.
“Count on this, then, beautiful lady. I’m going to be the one.” She heard the desire in his voice and the anticipation. “I’ll be the one to have that pleasure of fucking that delicious virgin ass. First with my fingers, then with my cock.” He pressed his fingertip more firmly against her. “Would you like that, sweet thing?”
Meredith automatically pushed back against him, unexpectedly wanting that penetration, a dark thrill running through her. Forbidden images were spinning through her mind and she felt a sense of loss when Connor moved his hands to the front again, separated her labia and bathed her cunt once more.
When he rose from the water she could see his magnificent penis jutting from his groin, the broad head now a dark purple, the veins running beneath the skin thick and ropy. For a moment the thought of taking that large cock in her tight ass made her anxious. But then she forgot to worry about anything as Connor bent his head and took a nipple in his mouth, stroking her clit at the same time. One strong arm supported her tightly awhile his legs wedged her thighs further apart.
Meredith threaded her fingers through his hair, clutching his head tightly, the feel of his tongue and teeth on her engorged nipples driving her wild. The more he suckled her breast, the more he played with her clit, the more unbelievably hot she got. And she didn’t need the emeralds to do it this time. She wanted him inside her. And now.
“Fuck me,” she cried, wondering in some faint corner of her mind at her boldness. “Please, Connor. Do it now.”
Connor raised his head. “My pleasure.”
He swept her up in his arms, strode out of the water and lay down on the blanket with her. Ignoring the fact they were both dripping wet, he moved briefly to reach for his jeans, pulled out his wallet and extracted a foil packet.
“Put this on me,” he told her, handing her the condom.
His eyes never left her as she rolled the latex onto his cock. Then, pulling her legs over his shoulders to widen his access to her, he took his shaft in one hand and guided himself to the opening of her slick entrance.
“Pinch your nipples again,” he told her in a taut voice. “Just like you did before. And when I tell you to, squeeze them as hard as you can.”
Meredith obediently took her nipples and tightened her fingertips around them. Instantly jolts of sensation shot straight to her pussy.
“Good girl,” he rasped, as he thrust inside her. “Look at me while I fuck you, Meredith. Don’t take your eyes off me.”
She couldn’t if she tried. His eyes held her as if they were magnets and she was steel.
The blunt head of his cock pressed against her opening, pushing against the now-resilient flesh. Already her cream was running again, easing the way for him. Inch by slow inch he eased himself inside her, his eyes locked on hers. At last he was in all the way, the muscles of her pussy gripping him like a tight, wet fist, squeezing him hard.
His breath hissed through his teeth and his body tensed.
Meredith lifted her hips, urging him to move.
“Oh, I’ll fuck you all right, sweetheart,” he rasped. “I’m just enjoying this too much to move for a minute.”
His whiskey-colored eyes darkened to the color of aged cognac, golden lights dancing in the irises and his face was taut with passion. He braced himself over her on his arms, hands bracketing her head.
Meredith wrapped her legs around him, locked her heels and pulled him tight against her body, pressing him into her even deeper. As large as his penis was, she couldn’t seem to get enough of him.
“Please,” she begged.
“All right,” he whispered. “I’ll give you what you want.”
He began to move in slow, powerful strokes, pulling all the way out, then thrusting back into her. Each time she felt the broad head push against the mouth of her womb, setting off sparks that lit her nerve endings. Everything around her ceased to exist—the beach, the ocean, the gulls wheeling overhead, the hot sun blazing down on them. Nothing existed but this man filling her pussy, fucking her with a rhythm that drove her out of her mind.
Connor had to grit his teeth to hold on to his control. The feel of that delicious cunt around d his penis was making him ache with the need for release. Not yet, he told himself. He wanted the caress of those plump pussy lips as he moved his cock in and out of her grasping channel. As large as he was he knew he’d needed to ready her to take him with those other orgasms. As it was she was stretched tight around him, the tender tissues a dark pink, the labia swollen and tempting.
More
, he told himself.
I want more
. The next time he pulled back he balanced himself to grab her thighs and brace her legs on his shoulders.
“Open your cunt wider for me,” he ordered. “Let me see that gorgeous pink flesh.”
Meredith reached her hands down and spread her labia, eyes still fastened to his. He saw fire dancing in the deep green of her eyes and knew she was as turned on as he was by this. She was so responsive. So fucking receptive to everything he did.
His stomach knotted as the thought whisked through his brain.
This is far more than just sex.
He tried to shove it away before it could fully form. That wasn’t what he wanted. He’d seen this woman, wanted to fuck her, to have inexhaustible, erotic sex with her and that was it. He’d learned the hard way he didn’t do relationships well.