Passion Tempted (Masquerade Part II) (4 page)

She looked back and knew with her heart and soul that he was sincere. He had a certain boyish charm combined with an utterly combustible sex appeal. She felt a weakness flow through her at the thought that he was truly hers.

“Tell me you know that, baby. Tell me you won’t allow thoughts of anything else. My life is nothing without you. I know that. You belong with me. Tell me you can see that. I need to hear you say that.” Ryan didn’t move a muscle.

Heather had no words to properly convey what she felt. She stood, her heart racing, her sex throbbing and walked around to where he sat, so vulnerable at that moment. She took his hand in hers, feeling the electricity between them. She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it. “I belong with you,” she whispered. One by one she took his fingers into her mouth sucking them gently, never taking her gaze away from his awe-struck face.

He reached over to run his hand over her sleek dress, admiring her, holding back to savor the moment. Restraint becoming more difficult by the second, he reached up under her dress and gripped her lacy panties. He yanked and they came down. He reached behind and gave a possessive pinch to her round ass.

He lifted her dress in the front, wanting to see her sex exposed. Heather felt flushed with him looking at her naked mound. He took his fill of the sight, in no hurry. Then, he leaned in to kiss her over and over, her thighs, her outer lips, his hot tongue finding her tight clit. She sighed with pleasure.

Ryan stood and grabbed her in his arms, his mouth covering hers. He kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers. His hand grabbed her hair, freeing the chignon, letting the shiny blond mass of curls fall down her back. He’d never wanted her more.

“I’m going to take you, baby. You’re mine.” He lifted her up into his arms and carried her over to the fireplace in the middle of the dining room. There was a huge soft rug in front of it, inviting, although it was too warm for a fire. He stood her there and backed a step away. “Undress for me,” he ordered.

Heather was beyond blushing. She wanted Ryan. She wanted to please him. Slowly, she undressed while he watched. She started by pulling down the top of the strapless dress. She pulled hard and her breasts sprang free, round and firm above the material. She’d needed no bra and the knowledge that there had been nothing under the dress but her lovely breasts made Ryan’s cock grow bigger.

She carefully unzipped the back of the dress watching the eager look on Ryan’s face as she lowered it to step out, barefoot. Her sandals had been left at the table, freeing her to rub his hard shaft inside his pants with her feet, more than once. Now she stood barefoot before him, wearing only her black lace panties. “Turn around,” he commanded.

She complied without hesitation. Ryan’s arousal increased when the tiny, rose tattoo with the delicate green leaves revealed itself at the top of her right buttocks, above the top of the lace. Her firm round buttocks were barely covered by the lace strip. He undid the top of his pants to pull out his strong dick. “Bend over,” he commanded.

Heather felt a throbbing inside that refused to quiet. She was sure she’d come before he touched her if she didn’t hold back. Ry
an reached over and pulled
the tiny lace garment
down,
all the way to her ankles. She looked so damn sexy standing there like that. He grabbed both of her hips in his long hands and kissed her ass checks. He couldn’t get enough of her smell, the vague scent of roses
exotically blended
with her female sex. He breathed in
deeply
.

Heather held her thighs to hold her balance, thoroughly enjoying his attention. He licked the back of her thighs and up her bare ass, then over her wet cunt. She groaned. It felt like he was eating her up. His tongue slid over her sex and dipped inside. She felt her body tighten, an orgasm only a breath away.

Ryan was now in front, licking her soft outer lips. Then
,
he held out his arms and she sunk down to the soft rug. He took her panties and tossed them aside, bent her legs up and spread her thighs. “Let me see you,” he demanded. With both hands he opened her outer lips to reveal all that was intimate. She’d never felt more exposed.

“I want to look at your little pearl,” he whispered. His fingers held her open. He looked lustily at the hard little clit that begged to be touched. A wave of eroticism swept through him and he nearly lost it. Very lightly he let the tip of his tongue touch the most sensitive part of her and she cried out.

“Give yourself to me, baby.
All of you - everything.”
His emotion washed over her, igniting her orgasm. She had nothing to hold back from him. He had her, down to her core. He licked her slick opening and blew on her clit and she moaned again. He let her thighs go wide apart
. T
hen
,
with the tips of his fingers he began to tap lightly on top of her pulsing clit. She yelled, unable to voice any word, just
flying into a rush of erotic flows that gripped and rocked her until she came wildly. Ryan rubbed his growing dick, watching her in the last waves of orgasm. Her eyes were closed
,
but only for a moment.

Her desire for him had only increased. She looked up to see him with his hand on his throbbing cock. She leaned up and undid his pants the rest of the way and pulled them down. His hot balls clung under his erect penis. She lowered her mouth over the smooth, round head, letting it touch the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down. Ryan had both hands in her hair.

She leaned back a moment to look at his cock, blood-filled and distended before her. The sight of him, still almost fully clothed except for his naked sex, excited her. She did what she’d wanted to do all night. She ripped his clothes off, the jacket, the tie, the vest, the shirt, uncovering his muscular chest. Ryan helped her by taking off is shoes and pants, as his dick bobbed.

He sat with his back to the fireplace hearth, pulling her on top of him, guiding her to kneel over him. He fingered her clit, igniting her arousal. He took her hands and placed them around his rigid shaft. She began to massage up and down, admiring his huge hardness.

Ryan tweaked her nipples, pulling at them. They were already hard as pebbles.
S
he was so aroused
his touches bordered on pain. E
very nerve in her body was sensitive. He pulled her forward and kissed her belly.
Then, he reached to pick up the condom he’d removed from his pants pocket earlier and deftly covered his hard erection.

“I want to fuck you hard,” he gasped, sexual pleasure overwhelming him. He put both hands at her waist, guiding her over the top of his stiff penis. The head touched her slick opening causing a current of lust to run though him. He slipped her down over him, gradually deeper. “Play with your nipples,” he pleaded and Heather complied.

Her head tilted back as she slid up and down over Ryan’s huge cock. Her slender hands held her breasts and played with the tender nipples. He began to move her up and down faster, watching her pert breasts bounce lightly. That sent him over the edge.

He leaned her to the side and lowered her to the rug. His biceps flexed against his taught skin as he raised his body over her. “Open your thighs, wide.” His gray eyes lit with lust as he plunged his huge dick inside her. Just the tip at first, then he felt it sinking deeper inside her.

All thought and control left him. He fucked her with fast strokes. In and out he slid, panting. Heather whimpered under him, verging on another orgasm.

Ryan placed his hands under her tight ass, lifting her slightly. The change of angle made his strokes rub her at just the right spot
,
deep inside. She felt her whole vagina contract as she clenched around Ryan. She screamed out her orgasm, oblivious to everything else. Ryan felt her squeeze him hard as he penetrated her again and again. Suddenly, he was shuddering, his orgasm coming with violence. He kept moving his hips, grinding over her, never wanting it to end.

He saw the just-fucked look in her eyes and kissed her softly on the lips. He rolled beside her and curled her up in his arm so her head rested on his shoulder.
His other hand reached out to stroke her cheek. “You belong with me,” he whispered. She sighed and nuzzled him. “I’m yours, Ryan.” And she had no doubt.

Masquerade
Part II
– Passion Tempted by Emily Jane Trent ©2012 All Rights Reserved

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