Pixie's Passion (5 page)

"Here...now." His lips grazed down the silken
skin of her throat. As he kissed her his hands slid the straps of
the gloriously stretchy dress off her shoulders. Whoever the
designer was...Cy wanted to kiss him. He wound the straps around
his fingers and dragged it down. The red velvet inched lower and
the pixies eyes followed it every inch of the way.

It caught for a second on the swell of her
breasts, then dropped to her waist. A waist so narrow Cy could span
it in his two hands. His mouth went dry, his cock raging at the
mere sight of her revealed to his eyes. Impatient he yanked on the
fabric.

"Take your bra off," he ordered, hearing but
unable to do anything about the pleading note in his voice. He
needed her naked and naked now. As she slid her hands behind her
back he pushed the dress over her hips and let it drop. It hit the
floor at the same second her breasts were released.

Cy lost the ability to breath, his peacock
blue eyes swirling dark with need as he looked at her. Stood
against the door in just a thong, stockings and heels with her hair
falling around her shoulders like a dark cloud, she was an erotic
fantasy come to life.

"Uhmmmm..." He managed which, even Cy had to
admit, wasn't him at his most eloquent. He reached out to roll one
rock hard nipple between his thumb and fore-finger. She gasped,
lips paring as her head fell back against the door. The half-lidded
sultry look she gave him snapped the remainder of Cy's control.

With a small groan he moved in. Pressing her
against the cool wood he gathered her leg over his hip, fingers of
the other hand sweeping the satin between her legs aside as he took
her lips. He didn't bother with preliminaries, thrusting two
fingers inside her pussy at the same time his tongue slid past her
lips.

The dual sensation almost unmanned him. Her
sexy little whimper and wiggle were the most erotic thing he'd ever
experienced. Her tight channel was hot and wet, slick with her
arousal. He pumped his fingers twice, his thumb pressing against
her clit, then scissored them to test her readiness. She moaned
again and thrust her hips against him. She was ready, more than
ready if the greedy clutching of her cunt on his fingers was any
indication.

Unable to hold off any longer Cy pulled from
her. It was the work of a second to drop his zipper and free
himself. His rigid cock sprang free eagerly, aching to be inside
her willing body. He dipped his knees and, using his hand, ran the
broad head up and down her slick, wet cleft. He gritted his teeth
at the sensation, rubbing his cock-head against the hard nub of her
clit until her moans devolved into mindless whimpers. Then he
moved, fitted himself against the slick entrance to her cunt and
filled her in one hard thrust.

*

Teresa's world stopped as he slammed his
rigid cock home. A short panted gasp escaped her lips as her body
stretched, pussy lips parting to accommodate his thick length.
She'd never had a lover quite so big. She felt stuffed—almost
uncomfortably so. The fit of their bodies was so tight she could
feel blood pulsing through the thick vein on the underside of his
cock.

Her mouth watered at the thought of it. She
had always liked sucking cock and it had been a long time since
Mario. A long, lonely time. But she was already too far gone to
suggest it. She needed him inside her, needed him to fill her. Next
time she promised herself, a small whimper in the back of her
throat.

Cy reared back at the sound. His nostrils
flared and he held perfectly still. Worry shadowed his eyes as he
searched her face in concern. "You okay baby? I didn't hurt you,
did I?"

Something inside her melted when she heard
the tension in his voice. So much for the bad boy he pretended to
be, she knew better. Inside he was as soft as marshmallow.

"No, you didn't hurt me..." she whispered,
her voice gaining strength as she spoke. "But, if you don't move
soon I'm going to die of bloody frustration."

Her arms wound about his neck as her lips
found his ear. She sucked and nibbled on the lobe, pulling it into
her mouth to flick the earring there with her tongue. "Will you
quit worrying and just...just..." She couldn't say it, a flush
rising on her cheeks as she trailed off instead.

"Just what?" Cy's lips curved into a wicked
little smile. "This?" he asked as he rolled his hips. Pleasure
exploded through Teresa's body. She'd climaxed earlier and
normally, a release that explosive wiped her out for the night. Not
this time. All the way home her body had thrummed with awareness of
the lean, muscled man sat next to her.

"Yes, oh yes."

The look in his eyes grew more wicked at her
soft plea. He pulled back, until he was almost out of her then slid
back into her in one powerful slide. His thick cock stroked nerve
endings which had been neglected for far too long. Pressing her
back against the door he hauled her leg higher on his hip. Crowded
against hard wood by his larger body Teresa realised how much
bigger and stronger he was. For the first time in years she felt
delicate and feminine rather than plump and dowdy.

Then he stopped. Teresa pouted in
disappointment and bit back the urge to demand he carry on. She
rocked her hips in impatience, trying to urge him on without
words.

"Oh no sweetheart, you want it—you beg for
it," he ordered. As if to punctuate his point he rotated his hips,
pressing his cock against the slick walls of her pussy in all new
and interesting ways.

"Beg," he demanded. "Tell me you want me to
fuck you and I will. I'll fuck you so hard and in so many different
ways you'll never...want another man." He said the last few words
with a hint of surprise in his voice. As though he couldn't believe
what he was saying himself.

Heat rose in Teresa's cheeks. At the same
time her body insisted she needed more. She needed him to move.
Needed him to fuck her. Now.

"Yes, yes! Fuck me...please. Oh please god,
just fuck me," Teresa begged, wriggling on his thick shaft. Impaled
as she was she couldn't move far but the movement provided a
delicious friction which had her moaning all over again.

"As my lady commands," Cy murmured, his
breath hot against her throat. Teresa jumped as his tongue flicked
out, the rough, wet rasp swiping directly over the spot on her neck
that made her go weak at the knees.

He surged into her again. And again. Each
time pulling out of her with a sexy little liquid sound as the skin
of his cock dragged against the tightness of her hot, wet cunt.

Teresa felt herself grow wetter which in turn
made his thrusts easier until he was fucking her with long, hard
strokes.

"Bet you didn't think our date would end up
like this, did you?" he taunted, easily holding her pinned against
the door with the force of his movements. "Getting a good hard fuck
up against your front door with your pussy rammed full of pixie
cock."

He pushed into her again, rotating his hips
on the last few words. Her eyes rolled back in her head in
pleasure. It was all she could do to breathe, never mind answer
him.

"Look at me." His demand was harsh and
dragged her out of her sensual haze. Blinking, Teresa forced
herself to focus.

Reaching down Cy hooked a big hand under her
other leg and lifted. His lips claimed hers in a quick erotic kiss
before he leaned back. "Look," he ordered, nodding to where their
bodies joined. "I want to watch you watching me fuck you."

Lightening arched through Teresa at his
words. Her gaze dropped down. His cock was buried to the root in
her pussy. As she watched he pulled out and her pussy lips parted,
clinging around the rigid shaft that emerged, the skin glistening
with her juices. Fascinated, she couldn't tear her eyes away,
watching as he pushed back inside her—her body engulfing the thick
veined cock.

"This is all I've been able to think about,
ever since that night at the auction," he admitted, working himself
back inside her with a series of quick thrusts. "I saw this amazing
woman—you— and I had to have you."

Leaning down he sucked a pert nipple into his
mouth and sucked hard. Teresa cried out and clutched him too her,
her hands holding his head as she offered her full breasts to him.
With his mouth on her and his cock deep inside her she was nearly
there, almost ready to come. Something about his growled admission
got to her but she couldn't concentrate on it. Not with what he was
doing.

His cock filled her again, her clit throbbing
as it was pressed between their pelvic bones. Her release throbbed
just out of reach and the strong muscled of her channel tightened.
A rhythmic clenching that made Cy grit his teeth.

"Oh fuck—I'm gonna come."

"Yes..." Teresa panted, adding an extra
wriggle every time she slid down his engorged cock. It felt so
good. She'd forgotten just how good sex could be. But then, she
hadn't bothered much since Mario. Just hadn't felt the urge, at
least until her bad, boy pixie here had turned up.

Then, without warning, she was there. Time
slowed almost to a stop as the tension in her belly, the ache deep
in her pussy, wound to an unbearable level and then...snapped. She
cried his name as pleasure rolled her over and under like a swimmer
caught in a wave. She heard but couldn't process his answering
curse.

He thrust once, twice, three times more then
slammed his cock home. As his body went rigid she felt his cock
swell within her, pumping his seed deep within her.

Pleasure expanded within her like a million
brilliant shards of light, each one perfect as they swirled out
from her core, colliding with each other as the light filled every
cell of her body. A perfect and endless firework display of sheer
ecstasy.

Panting as the feeling began to recede and
some semblance of brain function return Teresa blinked and then
smiled at him a little shyly. Why the hell she should be shy after
what they'd just shared she didn't know...but she was.

His face held such a look of surprise and
intense erotic satisfaction that there was no question he'd enjoyed
it as much as she had. But, despite that, there was a hint of
wariness in his eyes, coupled with a resignation that yanked on
Teresa's heart-strings. As though, now they were done, he expected
to be thrown out.

She wound her arms around his neck, wriggling
again and relishing the feel of his still hard cock within her.
"That was fantastic," she purred. "But it seems to me that I got
the better end of the deal here...How do you feel about round two?"
She yawned widely, realising how late it was and how much she still
had to do before the big day and Santa arriving.

"Or," she added, going out on a limb. "If you
wanted to stay, I could give you your Christmas present after the
kids go to their Nanna's in the morning...?"

Cy started in surprise, his peacock blue eyes
searching her face. Eyes Teresa wanted to see waking up beside her
in the morning, and not just once. Then he smiled, the slow, happy
smile of a man who'd just been given the best Christmas present of
all; the chance of a family again.

About the Author:

Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle
Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England). After a slew of
careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be
found in the wilds of Leicestershire with her husband and young
daughter…the true boss of the family.

Suffering the curse of eternal curiosity Mina
never tires of learning new skills which has led to Aromatherapy,
Corsetry, Chain-maille making, Welding, Canoeing, Shooting, and
pole-dancing to name but a few. A veteran Star Trek RPGer, she’s
run both games and groups of games but now finds her home in Bravo
Fleet, one of the internet’s oldest Star Trek simm groups.

She juggles being a mum, working full time
and writing, tossing another ball in the air with her cover
artwork. For Mina, writing time is the wee hours of the morning
before anyone wakes up and starts making demands, or any spare
minute that can be begged, bought or conned.

Her first stories were penned at age 11, when
she used a stationery set meant for Christmas thank you letters to
write stories instead. More recently, she wrote for her own
amusement and to save on outrageous monthly book bills. Now she’s
totally addicted and needs her daily writing fix or heads roll!