Hostage Of Lust

Hostage Of Lust

Anita Lawless

Copyright © 2012 Anita Lawless

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Hostage of Lust

Jim watched his wife sleep, and his heart ached. The big man sighed a heavy sigh. She looked so peaceful. Her pale eyelashes brushed the top of her honey-colored cheeks. Strands of white-gold hair fell over her forehead. She was so beautiful, and he didn’t know if he could stand to lose her.

But how would she feel about his plan? He was definitely resorting to desperate measures. Hell, he hadn’t even used tactics like that in his high school or college years. However, the game was something they’d talked about a lot over their five year marriage. Something she stressed she wanted. They just hadn’t talked about it, or much of anything, over these last twelve months.

He brushed the hair from her forehead, stroked her smooth cheek with his callused fingertip. She stirred and mumbled in her sleep. When he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips, she woke up. She stretched, rubbed her eyes, and gave him a groggy smile.

“Hey,” she said. “What time is it?”

“A little after nine.”

“Crap, I better get up.”

But he placed a hand on her stomach when she made to leave the bed. “Just stay a bit longer. Where do you have to be? Our vacation started three days ago.” Jim was a towering figure of a man, and his one hand practically spanned her whole waist. It was easy to keep her laying flat with just his palm.

She looked slightly perturbed. “I’ve got stuff to do.” But then her face softened as she stared at him, and he wondered if the disappointment had shown in his expression. “Okay. I’ll stay. But I have to be out of this bed by ten-thirty.”

“That’s plenty of time,” he said, then leaned forward to kiss her again.

There hadn’t been much sex over the last year, but he was as much to blame for that as her, he knew. He’d been too busy training young wrestlers, reliving his glory days through them, and she’d been too busy promoting the EWL, the wrestling league they both worked for, as well as managing some new wrestlers who’d just come into the circuit.

Now Jim worried his fears of them growing apart, of her wanting a much younger guy, were coming true. He was fifteen years older than Tara, and he still worried she’d decide he was too old for her, slowing down too much, didn’t offer her enough excitement.

But she didn’t push him away now, as the kiss deepened and he crushed his mouth tighter against hers. His tongue glided over hers, and her lips opened without resistance. He slipped his massive arm up her side and drew her closer. Last time he’d tried this, she’d made an excuse about being late for a meeting. He’d never known her to turn down a morning quickie before, and the rejection had hurt like hell. That’s when his fears about another man truly grew.

One hand buried in his long, salt and pepper hair, while the other stroked the muscles in his broad back. She sighed softly into his mouth as his fingers inched beneath the hem of her sheer panties. Her legs spread wider, and she arched he pelvis up to meet his seeking fingers. He swirled light circles over her clit hood, then parted her labia and stroked the damp inner flesh while he continued to tease her clit with his thumb.

His head dipped to her neck, licking and nipping the tender flesh there. She gave a tiny moan, and the hand massaging his back moved over his side, down his flat stomach, to coil around his stiffening cock. He moaned against her collarbone when she started pumping her tight grip up and down.

“I’ve missed this,” he said as he kissed a trail to her breasts. There he lingered and enjoyed the firm, rounded globes. He teased her nipples with his ardent tongue until they glistened with wetness. Then he sucked on the hardened tips until she gave a long, throaty groan.

“I have too,” she whispered, as his tongue, teeth, and lips grazed over her ribs. He wanted to taste every inch of her.

His tongue slithered into her belly button, then he peppered a line of kisses along her lower stomach. She squirmed beneath him, as she often did when he teased her like this. He’d let the anticipation build until she begged to be licked between her legs.

When she did, he flit his tongue over her swollen clit only once. He continued to torture her by nibbling a trail from her knee to inner thigh.

“Ohhhh, give me your tongue now, please,” she said, and she guided his head back above her pussy.

He chuckled, enjoying her exuberant lust. It reminded him of old times, when their relationship was new. It gave him hope.

He nudged the hood of her large clit back, then laved the sensitive flesh beneath. She arched her back in response, gasping out her bliss. He wrapped his lips around the bundle of flesh and sucked hard, while flicking his tongue quickly over the tip.

“God, that feels so gooood.” She twined her fingers through his hair. “Please don’t stop.”

He found her slit was very wet, as he once more slid two fingers between her labia. He nudged the tips into her clenching pussy hole, teased and tortured the opening as he had her clit, before he plunged his touch deep into her cunt. Then he curled his fingers and sought out her g-spot, alternating between sensual strokes and slow thrusts. Until she begged him to finger fuck her faster.

Every now and again, he pulled his mouth from her clit long enough to watch her writhe and buck as the pleasure grew. He rubbed her clit while his tongue was absent, but not too much. He knew how to vary it up with light strokes, a gentle pinch or two. Blowing on the sensitive, enflamed bud drove her wild too.

He paid close attention to her reactions, as he always did, asking her what she wanted, what she liked, what felt good? Making her come was something he enjoyed as much as she did, and he couldn’t really enjoy sex unless she’d had an orgasm first.

He rested one massive arm at the base of her stomach, apply light pressure as he ate her cunt and finger fucked her faster. He knew the small amount of weight helped her come harder, quicker.

Ohhh, yes.” She groaned and gasped as her legs began to tremble. “Right there. Right there. Pleeeease don’t stop.”

“Are you gonna come hard, hmmm?” he whispered, watching her face knit in a frown as she focused on the building climax. His fingers continued to deftly manipulate her clit.

“Yessss…god, yesssss.” She licked her lips and struggled to keep her eyes open.

“Come hard for me, Tara. Let me see you squirt.”

Her stomach tensed beneath his arm and her legs quivered uncontrollably around his neck. She cried out unintelligible words as her hips slammed up and down rapidly. He almost had trouble keeping his fingers inside her when she thrashed so violently in the throes of orgasm. As the climax crested, she let out a shrill, long squeal and jutted her back high up off the mattress.

He knew it was time to pull out. As he did, her juices sprayed from her cunt in a torrent. He moaned, getting hornier by the minute as he watched, and felt, her ejaculate. Her come jetted over his face, trickled down his chest.

She breathed hard and shivered all over. One shaky hand smoothed hair from her sweat dampened forehead, and her eyes remained closed as she came down from the orgasm daze he knew she was lost in.

He slid a hand up her stomach, kissed her face. “You enjoyed that?”

“Oh yes.” A languid smile curled her lips as she turned and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed the cleft between his pecs. “Now, pin my knees behind my ears and fuck me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Neither of them had been this passionate together for so long. His heart beat frantically, and he felt like a horny kid again. He slipped her ankles atop his broad shoulders and cupped her ass with his big hands, tilting it upward. One hand coiled around his cock, then he rubbed his meaty shaft up and down her seeping pussy lips. She dug her fingernails into his ass and tugged his cock closer to her opening. With a smile, he thrust his thickness deep inside her and began to pump in a slow rhythm.

She clutched his ass tighter, and her ankles flexed at the sides of his neck. “Harder. Ram that cock into me as hard as you can.”

He complied readily, pounding his penis frantically against her g-spot. She soon moaned and cooed beneath him once more. He, too, was so close to cumming, but he held off long enough for her to come again. Then he shoved his cock in to the root and held it deep inside her while her tight pussy milked him clean.

***

Tara stood beneath the shower in a happy, sexually satisfied daze. The warm water felt great, and her whole body tingled with residual ecstasy. Today, for the first time in a long time, she felt like her husband loved her again, was attracted to her still.

Then Daniel floated into her mind and she grimaced. She sighed as she let the needles of water wash the suds from her body. In hindsight, Daniel had been a mistake. But she’d been so afraid her marriage was on the verge of crumbling, what with how distant Jim had been this year, that she’d ran into the young wrestler’s arms on the rebound. Or, at least, an anticipated rebound. But she was still with Jim, and thankful for that. And today…well today have given her fresh hope she hadn’t had in a long time.

Why had she turned down the vacation Jim had suggested? Why had she turned him down a few months back, when he’d tried to seduce her then, too? She shook her head at herself. Maybe her husband was just as worried as she was about the marriage. Obviously she’d misread his signals. Jim wasn’t falling out of love with her. They weren’t drifting apart.

But what if he found out about the affair? Her heart constricted in apprehension. If he did find out, would it kill any hope of rekindling their romance?

“Oh, why didn’t I just tell him?” She sighed and held her head in her hands, letting the clean water run over her and clear her thoughts. She and Jim didn’t have an open marriage, but they had often experimented sexually, and talked of more experimentation. They’d brought other lovers into the bedroom before.

But she knew why she didn’t tell him. Because, at the time, she’d been afraid he just wouldn’t care.

“Tell me what?” Jim’s deep baritone made her jump and shriek as it pulled her from her thoughts.

He peeked around the shower curtain and she forced a smile. “That you’re an excellent lover.”

He gave a vulpine grin and waggled his eyebrows at her. “Well, thank you. But you have told me that before.” Then he looked down. “Just not in a while.”

She cupped his face with her hands. “I’m sorry.”

He took her hands and kissed her fingertips. “Me too. Hey, do you have anything planned this weekend?”

She bit her lip as he climbed in the shower with her. She was supposed to, or had planned on, breaking it off with Daniel this weekend. But, now, being with her husband did take precedence. “No, nothing planned really. What’d you have in mind?”

He gathered her soap-slippery body in his arms. “Feel like going up to the cabin with me?”

She smiled, but she avoided his eyes when she briefly thought of Daniel. “Sure. That sounds great.”

***

He’d seduced her in the shower again, then suggested some wine and a bit of weed before they left for the cabin that afternoon. She’d cleaned up a bit of administrative work she had waiting for her on the computer, they’d packed up some gear for the trip, and now she waited for him in the living room. Of course, he could beg off the weed and wine, because he had to drive.