Desired (Miranda's Chronicles Book 1) (7 page)

He released my wrists and my nipple with an imagined small pop, licked into my mouth and enveloped me in an embrace, pressing my bare breasts against the hard wall of his furry chest. I clung to him, waiting for the trembling inside me to wane.

“I didn’t—I didn’t think I—I could do that again,” I stammered. “That was crazy.”

He chuckled softly, his breath brushing my temple. “A dozen times, remember?”

He held me close, his nose buried against my neck, one arm tightly around me, the other clasping my nape while he cooed sexy, calming words. He soon sat back and straightened, looking at my chest with a solemn expression. He had made both nipples red and wet, stretched and incredibly firm. “Beautiful,” he said, as if he were proud of his handiwork. “But you’re still wearing too many clothes.”

With a strong arm around me, he pushed me down against the pillows and stretched out alongside me. His hand moved around and behind me, finding my skirt button and zipper and undoing them. He rolled me and lifted me and soon had my skirt and my half-slip off, leaving me wearing nothing but my black bikini panties and my gray stockings. “Sexy,” he mumbled. “This is what I wanted back at Skyline.”

His fingers eased under the damp elastic top of my stocking. He carefully peeled it down and off, then moved to the other one. As his fingers trailed back up my leg, his tongue flicked a path down my middle. In seconds, he had caught the elastic waistband of my panties with his fingers and just like that, I was naked and at his mercy. A new surge of adrenaline bombarded my system.

He crawled over me, kneeing my legs apart. Instinctively, I accommodated him. His elbows flanked my shoulders supporting his weight. The knit fabric of his shorts that covered his erection didn’t hide how hard and hot it felt against my naked sex. I slid my arms around his middle and my legs around his hips, bringing his hard penis even closer to where I wanted it. “I feel so empty,” I whimpered.

“I know,” he said softly. “I’ve got a remedy for that.”

His hands clasped my head, holding it still as he continued to kiss me. His lips molded my mouth to his, his teeth nipped, his tongue dueled with mine. He was an incredible kisser. I moaned into his mouth, grinding my sex against him. His mouth soon tore away and trailed down, nuzzled my breasts. My nipples were still swollen and tender and I made a small sound.

“Did I make you sore?”

I had no intention of complaining. “I’m okay.”

He moved his mouth on down my middle, kissing and licking. “Mmm, your skin’s so soft….It smells like flowers…”

Thank the Lord for lavender body wash
.

The tip of his tongue dipped into my navel. On a hum, I lifted my stomach to him and he took full advantage, biting and licking and sucking bites of me into his mouth. I vaguely pictured my pale stomach covered with purple hickeys, but so what? No one would see them and what he was doing felt too good to bring it to a halt.

He scooted on down, his lips moving over my belly. “I’m going to tongue-fuck you,” he whispered….

This is where I want to put my tongue. Think about it.…

Oh, my God. He meant that.

Desire swept through me. Even so, I was a little scared. No man had ever done that to me or for me. Sex with the only lover with whom I had ever had a real relationship had hardly been raw and dirty. Donald had been repulsed by the very idea of his face between my thighs. Though I had been on the pill during the time we were together, he had used condoms because they made intercourse less messy.

Before I could make a decision whether to let Tack go on, he eased my knee up. All at once, I thought of how I must smell after being hot and wet most of the day. I tried to move my knee and shift away from him. “Wait, Tack. Don’t…no…you shouldn’t—”

His hand tightened on my knee. “Why not?”

I was totally vulnerable. And I was beside myself. I shook my head. “You don’t know me….It—it was early this morning when I showered and—”

“I’m not worried about that….I do know you…” He pushed my knee to the side and my sex opened.

“It’s more than that….I haven’t…no one’s ever…”

“Just don’t stop me…”

With a sigh, I closed my eyes and surrendered. I wanted this. And even if I didn’t, at this point, did I have a choice?

He took his slow and easy time with lush, open-mouthed kisses and nips with his teeth and little sucks along my inner thigh. I rewarded him with huge sighs and tiny moans. After he had thoroughly kissed one thigh, he moved to the other.

Then I felt his fingers stroking my labia. I came up on my elbows to see my thighs wide open and him watching his fingers. Seeing and feeling sent a new surge of adrenaline through me, but my cheeks flamed. “Tack, this is embarrassing me….God….You shouldn’t…”

His fingers stilled. He looked up at me, his eyes ablaze. “You’re beautiful here, too, you know.…” His head lowered and his mouth moved over my vulva, his heavy breath gusting warm against my wetness. “A dozen times. Remember?”

My own breath was coming fast and shallow. “But I don’t expect—I didn’t think…you meant it.”

“A promise like that…I mean it….”

Before I could raise another point, he licked into my sex. Like an electrical shock, sensation zinged all the way to my toes. A delicious and unrelenting clenching set off inside my vagina. I gasped and fell back against the pillows.

He draped my knees over his shoulders, slid his hands under my bottom and lifted me to his mouth.

He sucked my fevered labia, one side, and then the other. His wicked tongue parted my sensitized deeper layers and licked each one. Oh, he was an expert with his mouth at far more than kissing. All the while he ate at me, he groaned softly. That maddening build-up was going on low in my belly. I writhed. My hips undulated shamelessly. Sounds I didn’t recognize crawled out of my throat.

“Hold still,” he mumbled against my sex.

“I can’t. You’re driving me crazy.”

Then he touched one side of my clitoris with his tongue. My sex clenched, my breath caught. “Oh!” I cried.

The greedy little bud strained forward, desperate for his attention. Just an inch or two to the left. That’s all it would take. I struggled to sit up, but couldn’t. “Tack,” I panted. “I need…please….I need…”

“Impatient girl,” he mumbled. “Begging me…”

I was lost in a sea of sensation. My blood was simmering in my veins. He found the other side of my clitoris with his tongue, but still left the tiny kernel desperately needing. “Tack, pleeeze…”

Instead of giving me what I begged for, his nose moved down the length of my sex. His tongue found my quivering opening and slid inside me.

A spume of new pure pleasure as I had never known it coursed through me and I moaned. My hungry vaginal muscles clutched at the invading organ, trying to draw it deeper. He suckled and licked, his tongue speared in and out, the shallow penetration not nearly enough to please the needy slut I had become. I keened, I panted. My fingers clawed at the sheets. “Ooh,..Ooh… oooh, no, don’t…Oh, God, don’t stop…”

Everything below my navel was in chaos. My sex was clenching, my clitoris was throbbing, both frantic for his attention. I thrust my hands between my knees, gripped a double fistful of his soft hair and tried to maneuver his mouth to where I wanted it the most. My pleas became chants. “Tack…Please, Tack…oh, Tack….Tack, do something…”

When his tongue pulled out of me, I keened in protest.

His fingers quickly replaced his tongue and instantly found BOB’s spot deep inside me. I gasped out.

His fingers worked in and out and at the same time, his tongue found my clitoris again, lapped and lashed. The flames of desire licked at me.  “That’s it…oh, yes, that’s it….Oh, Tack, please…”

His fingers continued to thrust in and out of me and finally, finally, he drew my swollen core all the way into his mouth. A violent explosion tore from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, shooting me so far into space I might not return. My toes curled. Deep spasms quaked my body. I sobbed. I anchored my fists in his hair and pulled my knees up as far as possible. I tried to hold back the animal sounds that were escaping my throat, but I couldn’t. It went on and on. At the peak of it, tears leaked from my eyes and all I could do was whimper his name.

Then it was over. I had climaxed profoundly, but my sex was still clenching against the emptiness. I wanted his hard cock inside me, fucking me into an even more profound oblivion. I wanted him to hold me, to kiss me. I wanted this to be more than what it was. I wanted him to
feel
something. I craved all of this at once. I had nothing to cry about, but I couldn’t stop the tears that trailed past my temples. I gave a little sniffle.

“What is it, baby?”

“Please….I feel so empty…I—I need you—”

“Tell me what you want,” he said hoarsely.

“You know…”

“Say the words.”

“I—I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Say them.”

I had never said dirty words during sex, but I choked out, “Fu—fuck me. Please….And hurry…”

He turned to his side, shoved his shorts past his butt and kicked his legs free. He reached across me, his long, swollen penis bobbing and brushing my thigh as he grabbed a condom off the bedside table.

In seconds, he was standing on his knees between my thighs, giving me a front-row view of his erection—thick, deep red and long enough to reach my heart. He closed his fist around the thick shaft and pulled at it. “Is this what you want?”

Every inch of it.
I nodded. “Yes, yes. Just hurry.”

He ripped the foil package open with his teeth. I watched, fascinated by those agile fingers quickly covering his thick length with latex.

Then, he was leaning over me, braced on one hand beside me and carefully placing his penis at my opening and scalding me with the heat of the smooth head.

A shudder passed over his shoulders. “Jesus,” he choked out. “I thought I’d lose it before we got to this point.”

A pulse beat rapidly in his neck. My own heart was pounding. Gripping his thick biceps with my hands, I pulled my knees up in invitation and he pushed the wide head into me. He was so big I expected it to hurt a little. It didn’t, but I couldn’t hold back a huge sigh.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed. “Just don’t stop…”

“No way…”

He intertwined our fingers and pressed them against the mattress on either side of my head. “Open your eyes,” he said tightly.

My eyelids jerked open and I met his eyes, black and glittering.

“I want you to remember who’s fucking you.”

Until the day I die…
“How could I forget?”

He moved high above me and began a steady rock, the root of him pressing my clitoris with each shallow thrust. My world became his wide, golden chest blocking my sight, our comingled labored breaths echoing in my ears, the scent of sex and his maleness filling my nostrils, the thick root of him pressing and massaging the tiny spot that had become my universe. I caught on to his rhythm, hooked my heels beneath his buttocks and met him thrust for thrust.

“That’s it, sweet baby….That’s it….Rub that clit against my dick.”

I began to climb and in no time, I felt that tickle, that quickening….I was on the edge again.

His grip on my hands tightened. He picked up the pace. I writhed, uncoordinated, and lost the connection. “Arghh!” I cried.

On a growl, he slammed into me all the way to the hilt. I came with a yelp, my hips pumping wildly, my deep vaginal muscles convulsing beyond my control around him.

When it ended, he untangled our fingers and sank to his elbows, his eyes locked on mine. “Jesus. That nearly finished me off….God, baby, your cunt’s so fuckin’ tight….So sweet.”

He felt enormous all the way up inside me, stretching me, filling me top to bottom and side to side. “You feel so big.”

“But not
too
big,” he said huskily, his dark eyes intense. He began to pump. “Stay with me.”

He moved with athletic ease, each push taking the tip of him deeply into me. I entered another dimension. A glorious bliss came over me. My eyes wanted to close, to better savor the indescribable friction going on inside me. But with great effort, I forced them open and held his gaze.

Without missing a stroke, he braced himself on his hands on the mattress beside my shoulders and lifted his torso. His face was flushed, his black eyes glittering. “Put your legs around my waist.” Robotically, I did as ordered. “Gonna fuck you hard….”

He drove into me, his lunges powerful enough to lift my buttocks off the mattress and deep enough that his sac brushed against me with each thrust. I hooked my arms around his shoulders and hung on.

That arcane harrying low in my belly began to build again. How could I come again? My body was spent, but the desperation grew and grew until one great starburst erupted inside me. I dug my nails into his shoulders, my heels into his butt and rode the punishing waves of ecstasy.

His release came with a great strain and groan, his body going rigid and still as his penis jerked inside me. From out of nowhere, a visual of semen jetting from the tip came to me and for an insane moment, I hated the idea that the receiving receptacle was a latex balloon. A few seconds passed before his arms gave away and his heaving body sank on top of me.