Awakening (24 page)

She closed her eyes and savoured the kiss. He tasted sweetly of coffee and man and she drank him in. He kissed her as if he had all the time in the world and no plan other than his tongue in her mouth. It didn’t take long for the kiss to heat. He nipped at her lips and made love to her mouth the way he would as if it were his cock. She met him thrust for thrust and arched under him as he pressed a powerful thigh between her legs and pressed hard against her crotch.

Claire rubbed against him, enjoying the friction of her zipper against her swelling cunt. Evan stroked her belly, petting her gently for several moments before sweeping the cotton of her T-shirt aside and running his hands over her belly and up to her breasts. He palmed her through the lace of her bra and she savoured his moan as he began to squeeze and massage her breast gently.

Ripping his mouth away from her, he jerked up and straddled her body almost frantically, pulling her T-shirt over her head and tossing it on the floor. The sight of him gazing so intently, so lustfully, at her was mind-blowing. Her body reacted violently, drenching her core and tightening her nipples so painfully they stretched the lace of her bra. Evan’s face went hard with lust as he ran a fingertip teasingly along the edge of one cup and then pulled the lace down, exposing her flesh. Wetting his finger with his tongue, he traced her nipple, leaving a trail of moisture behind that tingled as it evaporated in the cool air of her bedroom. He repeated the process with her other breast and then reached out to squeeze and tug both of them, eliciting a harsh gasp of pained pleasure from her.

‘I’ve wanted you like this from the start.’ He growled the words more than spoke them. ‘Your nipples were so hard that first night, in the store, I wanted to rip your shirt off and suck them until you came.’

The sheer carnality of his words almost sent Claire over the edge right then and there.

Evan leant over and said, ‘I don’t want you to speak, Claire. You can moan, you can yell, you can make noise.’ He rolled her nipples as he spoke and she moaned and arched into his hands as little shocks ran between her nipples and her clitoris. ‘But I don’t want you to speak. Do you understand, little one?’

She nodded as she bit her lip against crying out his name.

‘Good girl.’ He smiled tenderly. ‘I’m going to make love to you, Claire. We aren’t going to play any real games, but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t make you obey somewhat.’

He punctuated his words with a sharp slap to one nipple and she bucked under him as her pussy flooded and the sting slowly radiated out along her flesh, melting into a slow burn. He slapped her other nipple and she cried out in pain, in pleasure, in desperation for his mouth on her flesh.

‘I want to fuck you in every way, Claire. Do you understand?’

She was so caught up in the sting of her nipples and the pulsing in her clit she didn’t respond. Evan took both nipples between forefinger and thumb and stretched them taut before letting them snap back. She arched and cried out again. The pressure between her legs was growing and she began to writhe as coils of sensation built in her womb. Her nipples pulsed and tingled and her clit throbbed. She could hardly concentrate on his words. She felt the edge looming in front of her and knew it wouldn’t take much to thrust her over it.

‘I want my cock deep in your throat, filling your pussy and taking your ass. I want it all, Claire. Are you going to give that to me? Give me everything. Let me have you to do with as I please.’

Through the haze of her pleasure, Claire sensed this was important that he was asking her to submit to him again, more fully this time, and she nodded at him, remembering not to speak. She looked deep into that beloved melted chocolate gaze as she did.

The lust and love that flashed across his face stole into her soul. This was what she’d been waiting for. A man who loved her and who would give her what she needed to find fulfilment.

Evan positioned himself between her thighs, spreading her wide to accommodate his body. The pressure of her zipper against her clit became almost unbearable. Evan took one of her distended nipples into his mouth and sucked hard in long pulls before pulling off and licking her like he was a cat and she the cream. She was fisting the sheets and thrusting rhythmically against him, using his torso as a counterpoint for pressure and friction as the lace of her panties and the rigid zipper of her jeans propelled her higher and higher.

Evan had no mercy on her nipples. He was sucking and biting, licking and laving, tugging and smacking them in turn and it wasn’t long before she was screaming and bucking under him as her orgasm consumed her. Ripples of sensation flowed between her sensitised nipples and her distended clitoris. She pulsed and rippled, feeling desperately empty at the same time; she wanted Evan inside her even as she screamed her pleasure.

He had to get inside her. Evan reared up as Claire’s orgasm subsided. Unbuttoning her jeans, he peeled them from her body, taking in the wanton sight she made. Her breasts were swollen and flushed from his attentions; the tips hard beads and the tender skin reddened from his spanking. The evidence of her submission to him had his cock dripping and pulsing. She was everything he wanted and he wasn’t letting her go again.

The jeans hit the floor, along with the bit of lace passing for panties. He left the bra on. The deep, wine-coloured lace – it matched her shirt, he noted – framed her pert breasts and set off the pale cream of her skin. The bra stayed. Evan wasn’t nearly so gentle with his own clothes. He was pretty sure he heard a seam rip as he yanked his T-shirt off, and he came very close to catching the cotton of his boxer briefs in the zipper of his jeans because his cock was so damn hard, but he was naked soon enough.

He loomed over her, enjoying how her eyes roamed his body and rested on his cock, which was jutting proudly out from his body. She licked her lips and his cock jumped in response. The slow, sexy smile that played about those luscious lips was enough to tempt him to go straight for her mouth, but he wanted inside her pussy.

Spreading her thighs wide, he knelt between her legs, leaning down and inhaling deeply. Taking in the musky scent of her arousal, mixed in with the sweetly floral scent he’d come to associate to her. She smelled like a woman, his woman, carnal and ready to be owned by him.

Hooking her legs over his shoulders, he wasted no more time in thrusting his cock deeply into her still shuddering cunt. He couldn’t contain his groan as her velvet heat closed around him. She was tight and hot and wet and felt so fucking good he almost came right then and there, but he had a goal and he wasn’t going to let himself lose it like a teenager who’d never fucked before.

Pulling out almost to the tip, he thrust in hard and deep, enjoying how she arched and writhed beneath him as he possessed her.

‘Your pussy is mine, baby girl.’ To further emphasise his words, he gripped her hips and ground into her, loving the friction of her tightly trimmed thatch against the sensitive skin of his balls. ‘Mine, and I will use your pussy whenever I want, however I want. Understand?’

‘Yes, daddy.’ The look of shock at her words made it plain that she’d not planned those words; they’d just slipped out.

What was most shocking however, was his own reaction. No one had ever called him “daddy” before. He’d always associated it to age play, which didn’t do anything for him, but now, hearing those words out of her mouth and knowing that she was his and his alone, had him fucking hard into her as if he needed to pound her pussy and leave his stamp on her flesh.

He took her legs down, wrapping one around his waist and hooking the other over his arm as he fucked in deep and long. Nipping at her earlobe, he growled, ‘Say it again.’

She wrapped her arms around his neck and met him thrust for hard thrust, squeezing her glorious pussy tightly around his cock, and he groaned as she murmured, ‘Yes, daddy. I belong to you, daddy.’

His cock went so fucking hard it hurt and he pounded into her pussy, at the edge of his control. He thrust in deep and hard and held, grinding into her. Her small hands gripped his ass and pulled him in even tighter. He held himself still; he was too close to losing it and he wanted to come in her ass.

He kissed her gently; he’d never thought he’d ever find someone to lose himself with again, and he knew he was doubly blessed to find a woman like Claire. When he had himself back under control, he pulled out and stood by the bed.

‘Come here, baby girl. Suck me.’

Her eyes flared as she scrambled from the bed, falling gracefully to her knees in front of him. She gripped his rigid shaft by the base and began to lick his cock in long, wet laps. She left no bit of skin untouched as she took every drop of her own juices into her mouth before engulfing his erection and sucking deeply.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back as the hot suck of her mouth along his throbbing flesh tortured him. It took all of his self-control to remain still and let her have her way with him. He wanted to fist her hair and fuck her mouth. He wanted to pull out and come all over those full lips and watch his fluid spill over her lips and tongue and drip down her throat. He wanted to own her mouth and mark her like a beast.

What he did was hold still and allow her this dominion over his cock. He revelled in the softness of her lips and the gentle tug and pull along his flesh. When she swallowed him down, taking his deeply into her throat, he couldn’t hold still any longer. He gripped her hair and began to thrust gently into her wet heat.

Their eyes met; he saw the love and tenderness there and his heart swelled. His woman. He smiled at her and said, ‘I love you, baby.’

Her response was to rub her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock and his body went rigid in response. His balls went tight against his body and he again had to stop and pull out to keep himself under control. She was going to test him, that was for sure.

Pulling her up and against him, he held her tightly. She wasn’t willing to be still, though, and she began to lick and suck one of his nipples. He groaned and held her head against him, enjoying the sensation of her mouth on his skin and her hand on his cock. She was squeezing and milking his shaft. Little hellion! She wanted him to lose control.

Putting her away from him, he dropped a kiss on her forehead and said, ‘Hands and knees, baby girl. On the bed.’ He gave her a gentle push and she complied.

What a sight she made. Her lush ass up in the air, her swollen, red cunt exposed for him to see. Her breasts swollen and her hard, tight nipples jutting out from her body. He stepped up behind her and rubbed her ass lightly. He massaged her hips and legs before cupping her pussy.

Stroking her slit, he dipped into her folds, enjoying the way she clenched around his fingers. Placing one knee on the bed, he leant over and said, ‘I told you not to speak, didn’t I?’

Her body jolted and she groaned as he lightly smacked her pussy, but all she did was nod.

‘You disobeyed me, didn’t you?’

Again she jumped and groaned as he smacked her pussy. It was a deep and guttural sound she made, almost animalistic in its quality. He shuddered in response and, moving behind her, thrust deeply into her pussy. He groaned and held himself deeply inside his woman, enjoying the suck and pull of her cunt along his cock. He could live inside her pussy, but it was her ass he wanted today.

He couldn’t resist spanking her creamy ass as he fucked her pussy, though, and took an unreasonable amount of pleasure in watching her flesh pink up. She was a fucking dream.

When he pulled out, she whimpered as he left her and his heart swelled even more.

Dipping into her pussy, he coated his fingers with her moisture and inserted them into her ass, scissoring his fingers and stretching her. As he pressed his cock into her anus he murmured, ‘Push out, baby.’

He slipped in, groaning as she clenched against his invasion. Massaging her back, he whispered to her words of love and desire, and she relaxed against him. He pressed in deeper, slipping past the ring of muscle and seating himself deeply in her body.

He stilled to give her time to adjust to him, and just drank in the sight of her sweet ass stretched by his cock, the line of her spine and the cream of her skin still lightly pink from his spanking. To his delight, she began to move first and he joined her rhythm, building slowly to a flashpoint as she gripped and clenched around his cock. His ass and balls were tight and it wasn’t going to take much for him to come after denying himself this long.

He fucked her harder and faster, enjoying how she squirmed and moaned as he owned her. She pressed back hard against him, rotating her ass, and he groaned at the way her body pulled and tugged at his cock.

Reaching around and between her legs, he rubbed her clit even as he gripped her shoulder and pounded her hard. ‘Come for me, baby. Let me have it.’

She gave him everything he asked for. The shudders rolled through her body and she began to convulse around him, screaming mindlessly as she did, pressing hard into his body. He let go and gripped her hips, pounding her hard and slapping her cheeks, savouring the reverberation along his hard shaft as he broke. He hollered her name as his orgasm ripped through him, stealing his breath as he filled her, marking her with his essence.

When he finally subsided, he pulled her down with him to the bed. Sated and replete, he pulled her close and knew he had finally come home.

Epilogue

Six months later …
Claire dressed carefully, being certain to follow every instruction to the letter. After hooking the last clip she inspected herself in the mirror. The red, silk corset hugged her body, nipping in her waist and shaping her breasts. The sheer material of the bodice exposed her nipples while still covering her completely.

She wore silk stockings that were held up by the garter clips hanging from the edge of the corset, and the black leather knee boots hugged her calves while the five-inch heels made her tall and long. She looked like a vixen ready for her man.