Authors: Callie Harper
“You want this?” I
held my thick cock in my palm, a drop of precome on the tip. She
whimpered and licked her lips. “I still want to play with you a
little first. Can you take that, baby?” She bit her lip and nodded
slowly, as if she weren’t 100% sure.
I stroked my long, hard
length, picturing vividly how good it would feel to sink deep inside
of her. She’d be so wet for me, I could tell, the way she watched
my every move, panting. “It’s hard to wait, isn’t it?” I
teased her and she whimpered again.
“Slip off those
panties.” She did it without having to be asked twice. “Now show
them to me.”
Her eyes widened at my
command. “Wh-what?” she stammered.
“Don’t make me
repeat myself,” I told her sternly. We’d never really gotten into
control and domination. The past couple of days, I’d just lost
myself in her like a kid finally loose in a playground. But I was an
experienced man and I knew how to intensify pleasure, how to elevate
arousal and push right up against boundaries for the most heightened
response.
I also knew she was an
innocent. But I could sense her response, how wet it made her when I
took control. She’d like what I had in store for her. But I had to
go slow, introduce her at her own pace. Starting with making her show
me her panties.
Shaking slightly, she
brought the lacy underwear over for my inspection.
“Show me the crotch.”
Now she really
trembled, like she’d been naughty and called in to see the boss.
Biting that lip again, she held out the crotch of her panties to me,
displayed along her finger. The silk was all wet and slick from her
arousal.
I drew my index finger
along the evidence, sliding it down the wet silk. Then I brought it
up to my mouth and sucked my finger. She watched me and moaned.
“You’ve been
naughty,” I whispered, husky. Her mouth opened and she gasped. I
loved seeing the shock and arousal course through her. “You’re
turned on, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she
whispered, transfixed.
“Put your hands by
your sides,” I ordered, my voice rough. “Keep them there.” She
looked at me a second more before slowly moving her hands to her
sides.
“Now come sit on my
lap.” Completely naked, she moved over to sit on me. I could tell
she was instantly aware of her vulnerability, her exposure. I’d
show her how that heightened awareness, that edge of tension could
push her pleasure even further than she’d ever imagined.
“That’s good,” I
praised her, bringing a hand to her hair, stroking it. She leaned
into my touch, seeking it out, needing it. “Sit up straight,” I
told her.
She sat, spine
straight, coiled tight. Caressing her skin, I brought a hand down to
her naked breast. “Your breasts are beautiful, Ana.”
I knew my calloused
fingers must feel rough on the soft, sensitive skin of her breast.
She shivered at my touch as I massaged her, cupping her ripe mound.
Her eyes closed slightly, surrendering to the intensity of her
feelings.
“Open your eyes,” I
told her and she did, wide. “Watch how you respond to me.”
She tilted her head
down and watched as I worked her breasts with both of my hands,
circling, stroking, palming her. I wanted her to see everything, to
watch her response as I took her further. Her nipples were stiff and
pointing out, aching and throbbing for my touch. I wanted her to
watch and get as turned on as I did when I tweaked them.
“Are you watching?”
I asked, sternly. Her breathing picked up as she looked down,
watching my hands on her. “Now feel this.” I brought my fingers
up to her pebbled tips and pressed them between my large, rough
thumbs and forefingers. Pinching, I watched her face. I twisted her
nipples in my fingers and she moaned, deeply, pushing her ass down
into my crotch. With her legs slightly parted, every inch of her
completely bare, I could feel the wetness between her legs. Her slick
center, slippery and aching for me. She pressed it against my thigh,
the pain at her nipples rocketing pleasure directly to in her core.
Caressing again,
rewarding her for her responsiveness, I swirled my hands along her
skin, her waist, her back. She was so lovely, like one of the marble
sculptures we saw at the Louvre, a vision of feminine perfection. So
desirable, melting men into lava. Right now, I wanted to do that to
her.
“Anika,” I murmured
to her, low and seductive, a hand at her throat. “Do you feel
good?”
She caught her breath,
her eyelids fluttering. “Yes,” she whispered, throaty.
“Good. Now stand up,”
I ordered, helping her comply by lifting her at her waist. She moved
so easily in my hands, so fluid and wanting. “Put your hands here.”
I motioned down to the arm of the couch, where she could steady
herself. And offer herself up. She looked at me, questioning for a
moment. Then she did as she was told, placing her hands down on the
arm of the couch.
“That’s it,” I
praised her, bringing my hands to her hips, easing her back toward
me. So naked, so bare, she complied, letting me pull her back until
her back was straight. Then I brought my feet between hers and pushed
her legs further apart, one leg out to the side, then the other.
Spreading out her thighs for me.
“Oh, Ana,” I
murmured, taking a moment to just look at her. Not bound, not tied in
any way, just offering herself up to me. Hands on the arm of the
couch, her slim back extended, the slight dip in her lower back
rising into the curve and swell of her buttocks. With a hand on
either side of her hips, I gave her a slight adjustment, angling her
sex further up so I could see her.
Dripping with need, her
slit looked so slippery, so ready. “So wet for me,” I groaned,
sliding a finger down to her folds. She groaned and pushed against
me, liking my touch, wanting more. “Oh, no,” I chided her,
removing my hand. “You need to show me how you can take it, Ana.
You need to be still for me. Can you do that?”
She whimpered,
shivering under my touch. But she brought her hips back where I’d
placed them and remained still.
“Good girl.” I
brought my palm back to her ass, her inner thigh, caressing her.
She’d never played this kind of game before, I knew that. The heady
sensation that I’d be her first, the first and the only man to show
her how good it felt to hold back, restrain, until you got right to
the brink. Then the explosion would rock you to your core. I wanted
her to come so hard she’d black out. I’d be right there to catch
her.
Now that she was still,
I brought my fingers back where she needed them, right at her slick
center. I stroked and thrust, working her, dialed in completely to
her every response. I circled her clit, pressing in, pushing against
that sensitive button. But when she’d start to whine and pant, when
I could see her nipples stiff and tense and her legs quivering and
hear a cry forming in the back of her throat, I’d ease off.
Bringing my hand away, I gave her a gentle caress on the swell of her
ass, a teasingly light stroke along her thighs.
“Uh! Ash!” she
cried out, her head dropping down. She bit her lip in frustration, so
desperate to come.
“You need to come,
don’t you, Ana?” I watched every second of it, her plump sex
flushed and throbbing, dripping with arousal. It would feel so good
to sink into her, eat her juicy goodness, lick and bite her and feel
her come right into my mouth. But my cock pounded hard with need,
too. So many temptations, so little time. We were due to fly out in
just a couple hours.
“I want you to know,
Ana.” I caressed her as I talked, stroking her trembling thighs,
hips, giving her slick folds attention, then removing it. “One day
I’m going to play with you for hours. I’m going to tie you down
and see how much you can take. How many orgasms you can beg to have.
Do you think you’d like to beg me, Ana?”
“Yes, Ash,” she
responded so quickly it almost made me smile in victory. There would
be time to do that, to savor her eagerness. But not right now. Now, I
needed to plunder it.
Reluctantly, I grabbed
another condom from the pocket of my coat. How good it would feel to
sink into her with no barrier, flesh against flesh. The thought made
me swell even bigger, if I could bury all of my shaft directly into
her wet core.
But sheathed and ready,
I stood pressed against her, holding her hips to me.
“Do you have a tight
grip?” I growled. She spread her fingers against the arm of the
couch, taking me seriously. I’d fucked her hard against the
headboard yesterday morning. Now I’d fuck her hard from behind. “I
know you need to come, Ana. So now I want you to come on my cock.”
Without another word, I
brought the thick crown of my cock to her slippery entrance. In one
long, strong thrust I entered her, filling her to the hilt. I
groaned, deep and feral, the animal within me taking over. She cried
out and I could tell it was a lot, I was a lot to take at this angle.
But I couldn’t hold back, not with Ana. Not when she owned me,
completely. I needed to consume her completely in return.
She held her own,
pushing her ass back into me as I started fucking her. Plunging deep
into her, sinking in again and again, taking her and making her mine.
“So good, just like
that.” I grabbed onto her hips and rode her, thundering into her,
making her entire body jolt and bounce with my force. I loved the
sight of my cock ramming into her, the slickness of her sex coating
me, how eagerly she took me in, strained against me for more. She was
the ultimate partner, as insatiable and crazed as me.
“Mine,” I grunted
out, not even knowing what I was saying, what I meant, but feeling
the word in every bone of my body. Every throb, every thrust, I was
taking what was mine. What I would cherish and protect, guard and
defend the rest of my life. Mine.
“Ash,” she called
out.
“Yes,” I managed as
I sank into her, my teeth to her shoulder.
“Harder, Ash!” she
begged me, her voice hoarse with need. “Harder.” I dug my fingers
into her hips, pistoning into her. If any of me had been holding
back, afraid of bruising her, hurting her, frightening her with my
lust, that all got stripped away with her plea. She wasn’t
supporting much of her weight on her feet anymore, up on her tiptoes,
her hands pushing against the couch, my hands fastening her pussy
exactly where I wanted it, where she needed it.
“Are you going to
come for me?” I asked, feeling her start to tense and shudder.
“I’m going to—!
Ah!” She started screaming as her orgasm hit her, slamming into her
like a tidal wave.
“Come on my cock!”
I roared, my own come jettisoning out as she did as she was told,
coming all around my shaft. I came hard, grabbing her hips and
thrusting hard and deep into her. I’d never felt anything so good,
the liquid gold of her honey, the sounds of her desire cresting,
breaking. Her surrender as I continued to thrust into her, milking
every last shudder, taking every remaining peak from her orgasm. She
cried out as intense pleasure wracked her body, her quivering release
and slick juices surrounding my throbbing shaft.
“Yes!” I cried out.
Yes to this, to her, to whatever we had between us, raw and alive and
so intense, pulsing and pulling us closer and closer together.
I dropped down, my face
to her back. I took her into my arms and swept her as gently as I
could down with me onto the floor. She lay there on my chest as we
breathed together, hard, neither of us able to form many words. Each
of us joined together in awe of what we had together.
§
That night on the
plane, Ana slept. I could feel sleep tugging at me as well, pulling
me into deep slumber. She made me feel so damn good. And it wasn’t
just the mind-numbing pleasure of sinking into her. That went way
beyond anything I’d felt before. It was how she made me feel, deep
in my chest, when she looked up at me and smiled. When she teased me.
When we played music together, her fingers finding the very keys I’d
been seeking. It was some kind of magic.
That was one of the
reasons Lola’s voicemail message from earlier that day didn’t sit
right with me. She’d called to let me know everything was all set
for tomorrow night, our New Year’s show in Vegas. The night I was
going to propose to Ana, on stage in front of thousands of adoring
fans.
“You’d better make
sure she doesn’t lose it!” The ring was a loaner, of course, with
a 10-carat stone worth about $300,000. “It’s a jaw-dropper,”
Lola promised me.
Somehow I knew the kind
of ring Lola would pick out wouldn’t suit Ana at all. Ana would
want something special, not a wow-factor rock but a ring with some
personal significance. Maybe her mother would know if she had any
special jewelry or preferences? Family was so important to Ana, maybe
there’d be a stone from a grandmother’s ring she’d want
included? And inlaid, on her band, I could picture a music note.
Something she loved, something that bound us together.
Wait, what I was
thinking about? Designing Ana’s wedding ring? For real?
Aw, fuck. I ran my hand
through my hair. I felt so twisted up. What was going on here? And
was Ana feeling it, too? I knew I should talk to her about it, ask
her if she wanted to give this a try, see what was really between us
away from all the PR and the staged shows of affection. But I’d
been too busy fucking her and now she was sleeping and then we’d
plunge headlong into Vegas, baby, with my band mates and the staged
event of all staged events: MARRY ME ANA on the jumbotron.
Why did part of me wish
it weren’t just a set-up? Part of me, a growing part, wanted it to
be real.
Ana
Ash woke me up so I
could see the lights of Vegas from the plane. I’d never been there
before, but I’d seen the shot so many times on TV, in movies, it
almost looked familiar. The reds and blues and even greens from some
of the larger buildings, set among a smaller constellation of tiny
white lights. He pointed out a giant one as The Palazzo, and said we
were staying at the MGM where he’d be playing that night, the last
day of the year. The night we’d get engaged.