Authors: Lily Harlem
Dessert (8 page)
“Ah, yeah,” I said on a long breath. “Your ass is so damn perfect, baby. So perfectly fuckable.”
“So fuck it,” she gasped, reaching down to fret her clit.
I hoped to hell we wouldn’t be disturbed by a knock at the door, because I didn’t think I’d be able to stop once I started feasting on my present.
Spreading her butt cheeks, I gazed at her dark feminine cleft, her puckered hole and the ripe folds of her labia. Her entrance was already leaking delicious juice and I slid a finger through the opening and filled her warm pussy.
“Oh, yes, yes,” she hissed, dropping her forehead to the table and stretching her legs wider. “Oh John, touch me, touch me everywhere.” Her pussy clamped around me and I added another finger, gave several long, languid shoves I released my cock from my suit pants. The feel of her gripping my digits, her moisture weeping onto my palm was enough to get a dewdrop of pre-cum trickling from my slit. I let it stay there, it was all good. We had dispensed with condoms and now the thought of feeling her darkest inside place, without latex, was almost too much to bear.
But I wanted her pussy first, just for a minute, just to coat myself in her natural lube and relish those hugging muscles fixing around me.
I aimed my head at her moist entrance and eased in that first inch. As usual she sucked in a breath, her body trembled and I felt her physically, consciously relax to accommodate my glans.
“That’s it,” I said, watching with fascination as my thick girth, dark and veined, slipped into her pale, rosy folds. “Oh yeah, baby, this is just the starter, the warm-up.”
“Oh, it’s so good, ah…”
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Despite the resistance I rode to the hilt, her pussy no match for the thick wedge of my cock.
“Oh John, oh, it is so…”
She flattened on the desk as though the effort of holding up was too much. My wiry pubic hair mashed against her smooth butt cheeks and I traced the outline of her suspender belt. I was so deep, so far inside her. I was sure I would never get enough of being in her glorious pussy. It was where I wanted to stay.
But the wrinkled rosette of her anus was just too tempting. Sitting there, all clamped shut. I wanted that too and she was giving it to me, letting me explore my dark desire.
She carried on fretting her clit, her right shoulder shifting with the hasty rotations. I reached for the lube and applied some to the tip of my finger. It was clear and cool and when I touched her hole she became even tighter, as if refusing me.
“Baby, are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes, yes, just do it.” Her tone was desperate, frantic.
I explored the outer edge of her anus, where the rucks of skin began. Spread the lube thoroughly and diligently until it felt as though she was used to me touching her there. Eventually I probed the tip of my index finger in.
She groaned and shifted her head so she rested her cheek on the table, her hair landing messily on my phone.
I wasn’t sure what to expect exploring this uncharted territory, but I kept on slipping in and up. Her insides were warm and satiny, different from her pussy, like smooth, plumy pillows of flesh. Her sphincter gripped me securely, as if not wanting to let me in or out.
“Ah baby, you feel so good in here,” I whispered, adding another finger and watching, fascinated as the taut band of muscle quivered around it.
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Her spine twitched, I saw her eyes shut and her mouth part. She was taking in short, shallow breaths that shifted her narrow rib cage.
“Babes, I’m gonna fuck your ass now,” I said, withdrawing my cock from her pussy and my fingers from her butt.
“Oh God, yes please, I want to come when you are in there, in my ass.” Everything she said was erotic music to my ears. How had I got so lucky to find someone so giving?
I fisted my shiny, throbbing cock, positioned the tip at her once again fastened-shut hole. Applied the tiniest amount of forward pressure and gained a little purchase, just over my slit.
There was barely any movement in either of us. It was as if every single nerve in both our bodies had homed in on that tiny part of her and the very tip of me.
Exerting more force, I breached the band of muscle; it stretched, resisted and melted open around my glossy head.
“Oh John, oh, oh…”
“Tida, you okay?” I gasped.
“Yes, yes, it’s, you are so…”
She didn’t need to say the word
big
. I could see how fucking enormous I was slipping into her tiny body.
I paused. Looked up and stared out at the city skyline, gave her time to adjust to my invasion. Perhaps I should have prepared her more, maybe I should stop, but damn it felt good, so fucking good.
Big Ben loomed in the distance, a car horn filtered up from the street below, and London life went on as I gained another inch of entry into Tida’s sweet little ass.
She arched her spine and lifted her butt to me. She was still working her clit and I could sense the shake in her thighs vibrating through to mine.
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“Baby, I want it all,” I managed, studying my disappearing cock. There was no turning back now. This was it.
“Yes, yes, take it, I’m, I’m going to come soon, real soon.”
Oh fuck, so am I.
Holding her hips firm, I slid in, riding on and on until my bollocks butted up against her labia and my entire shaft disappeared. Bloody hell, were we really doing this here, in my office, over my table?
Yes, oh yes. It’s fucking fabulous.
I withdrew a fraction then pressed in again gently, setting up a rocking in-and-almost-out motion. Gritting my teeth and holding her hips, I went on a ride to heaven.
My senses were reeling. I’d fantasized about this for so long, but never in my wildest dreams had it been this good, so carnal and wild, so damn risky. The feel of her tight anus rasping over my shaft and her heated depths burning my tip was a taste of ecstasy even before my climax.
She was bucking back for more now, encouraging me to reach maximum depth on each thrust. This was different from burying myself in her pussy—there was no cervix to butt up against, I just tunneled right into her core each time, it felt never ending.
“Ah baby,” I groaned. “This is the best birthday present ever. Fuck, you feel so good.”
Heat was building, all over my flesh, right through my guts, white-hot electric whips of scalding sensations that shot to my bollocks. Drawing them up, pinching them tight.
A keening moan left her lips, she strained her neck upward as if she too was staring out at the London rooftops. Though I had no idea if her eyes were open or closed.
My breaths were as ragged and desperate as hers. We were rutting hard now—I didn’t think she could take any more, take it harder, but she did. I was on fire, burning with the need to come.
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“Now,” I groaned. “Fuck it, come now.”
A silent, suddenly motionless tensing of her body told me she was on the precipice.
I shoved in, deeper than ever, my hunger knowing no bounds. My black-velvet need all consuming.
“Ah, ah, ah…oh, yes,” she cried.
Her whole body went into a series of wild spasms, her internal muscles dragging me deeper. I could hear my own moans of pleasure echoing around the wooden panels of my office, but they didn’t sound like me, they were so animal like, so primitive. I was on the brink.
And then my need spiraled out of control. Brilliant bursts of light exploded in my vision. My hips bucked harder, delving me right to her core. My swollen shaft stretched her so much her anal flesh appeared thin, pale and smooth. A perfect O of entry. My orgasm came as a cataclysm of wonderful relief. The volcanic pressure had been painful in my balls, and as I spurted into her ass, stream after stream of spunk, growls of desperate satisfaction rumbled up from my chest. Sanity and reality deserted me. There was only Tida, Tida and what she did to me and what I did to her.
She had given me the ultimate intimacy, the ultimate trust. I loved her with all my heart and with every cell in my body and every time we fucked the intensity of that love just grew stronger.
As my climax wore itself out, I looked down at her, slumped beneath me, dragging in air. Cute little tremors wound their way up her spine and over her buttocks. After several slow pumps, I carefully withdrew, my cock seeming an endless length as it emerged from her depths. I palmed her butt cheeks, rubbed them gently and watched her hole snap shut when my glans finally popped out.
“You okay, baby?” I asked. My breathing was still labored, my heart still pounding.
Blood raced through my ears.
She gave a shaky little whimper but didn’t move.
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I bent and kissed her ass cheeks, the small of her back, the side of her neck. “You can’t stay like that,” I whispered. “With your bare butt in the air.”
“You’re going to have to help me up, I feel weak,” she murmured.
Quickly I tucked my cock away and secured my pants. I rearranged Tida’s skirt and blouse and scooped her into a gentle embrace.
She was right, her body was lax and floppy, like a rag doll. I would never forget how light she was in my arms in this boneless, just-fucked state.
“Mmm, perhaps this is why we should have done this in bed,” I said onto her lips.
“You could have gone to sleep now.”
She tilted her head, her eyelids heavy and lazy. “Oh no, not sleep.” She kissed me and gripped my shirt. “I want to do it again.”
I raised my eyebrows and damn if my dick didn’t bob.
Again.
She pressed into me and grinned naughtily. “Yes, if that was the starter I can’t wait to sample the main course and, of course, dessert.” 64
About the Author
Lily Harlem is a multi-published, award winning author of contemporary erotic romance. She lives in the UK with her husband and a bunch of animals, all rescued, and loves to spend her days immersed in imagination.
Her books are a mixture of full length novels and short stories, some are one offs, some are sequels or part of a series (all can be enjoyed as stand-alone reads). What they each have in common are colourful characters travelling on everyone’s favourite journey — falling in love. If the story isn’t deliciously romantic and down and dirty sexy, it won’t be written, at least not by Lily. So with the bedroom door left well and truly open you are warned to hang on for a steamy, sensual ride - or rides as the case might be!
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Electronic book publication July 2012
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