Redemption (18 page)

“Why aren’t you naked too?” I asked, looking down at his swimming trunks. “Let’s see if this thing is as big as you make it out to be.”

I slowly loosened the drawstring on his trunks and pulled the waistband open so that I could get them down over his erect cock. I let the trunks fall and then took a good, long look at his manhood. Yep, it was thick. Decent length as well, but it was the thickness that had me a little freaked out.

“We’ll take it slow,” Oliver said, as he dug a condom out of his pants. “Now, get on the bed. I want to finally have my way with you.”  

Oliver went to kiss me, but I put my finger on his lips and stopped him. “If I remember correctly, I said you could have your way with me if you beat me in the race. You lost pretty comfortably.”

“You’re not really going to make me wait any longer are you? I’m about to explode here.”

“No, but I won the race, so I get to claim my prize.”

“And what’s that?”

“
I
get to have
my
wicked way with you.”  

With my petite frame, I couldn’t make Oliver do anything, but when I pushed him towards the bed, he took the hint and fell onto his back. I knew he thought of me as some sexually repressed young girl, but he was about to find out it was dangerous to make assumptions about people.  

I took the condom from his fingers, and opened the foil wrapper. He’d bought extra-large condoms, but it would still be a snug fit. I pinched the tip of the condom and rolled the lubricated latex rubber down his thick shaft. Blood was pulsing through the large vein running up the cock from the base to the tip. I had a sudden urge to try and take him in my mouth, but that could wait.  

Oliver lay on his back looking lustfully at my naked body as I crawled up his muscular frame and planted a kiss on his lips. Our bodies were still damp from the pool, but there was no mistaking the wetness between my legs as I lightly rubbed my pussy on his stomach, teasing him with what awaited his cock.

“I never picked you as a tease,” Oliver said. He was smiling, but I could see the tension taught in his face. He needed this as much as I did.

“I’m no tease,” I replied. “I’m going to give you everything you want and more.”  

I reached my hand down and grabbed hold of Oliver’s cock, angling it up slightly and then guiding it towards my pussy lips as I moved down his body. Oliver groaned as I used the tip of his cock to part my folds and then positioned it at my opening.  

Moving slowly, I gradually relaxed back down on his cock until I had the entire thing inside me. There had been a little discomfort, but it was worth it. I had him in me. His cock was in my pussy at last. His thick, tree-trunk-like legs were beneath me as I started to rock my hips slowly back and forth. Finally, after eight long years, I was riding Oliver Cornish. About fucking time.

Oliver still looked surprised to see me taking the lead, but this was nothing. If I could truly let go, truly be myself around him, Oliver would be in for one hell of an afternoon.

Michelle was a woman of many surprises. She’d always been so shy and quiet around me, but that had been because of her scar. Once that obstacle had been cleared, the real Michelle had come out to play, and that was something to behold.

Now she was riding my cock, with her fingers digging into my chest as she locked eyes with me, and having no problems taking my entire shaft inside her. She’d been so tight when my fingers entered her in the pool; I never thought she would take me so easily. 

My hands worked their way up to her breasts, my fingers tweaking her nipples before taking them greedily between my lips. This hadn’t been exactly how I imagined our first time going, but I damn sure wasn’t going to complain. 

I’d planned on tasting her, teasing her with my tongue until she begged for my cock. Instead she’d taken the lead, and now she had me eating out of the palm of her hand.

Michelle groaned and moved her hips faster when my teeth bit down gently on her nipples. She clearly liked a little mild pain—just my type of woman. 

We made eye contact again, and I brought Michelle’s lips down to mine, desperate to have my tongue inside her mouth again. I kept her lips against mine even as I felt her breathing quicken and her pussy getting wetter around my cock. She finally tore her lips away from me, as she ran out of breath but was unable to slow down. 

“How long have you dreamt about this?” I asked. 

“Years,” she replied.

“Do you think of this when you touch yourself?” 

“Yes. Always. I always think of you.”

“Touch yourself now,” I commanded. “Touch yourself and tell me what you’re thinking about.”

Michelle closed her eyes and lowered her hand down to the swollen bud at the top of her wet slit. She slid her fingers between her lips to get them wet and then started slowly rubbing her clit. She took a deep breath in and let it out in a loud, but slow groan. Little gasps followed as she started rubbing herself faster. I couldn’t resist thrusting inside her, my cock pulsing as I watched Michelle get herself off.

“What am I doing to you?” I asked. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“You’ve pushed me down onto my knees,” she said softly, between short breaths. “Making me suck you.”

I hadn’t been expecting that. She got off on sucking my cock? That could prove an added bonus.

“Keep going.”

“You’re forcing your cock into my mouth, but I can’t fit it all in. You’re annoyed so you pick me up and throw me onto the bed.”

“You like men treating you rough?” I asked, gyrating my hips and thrusting my cock deep inside her. 

She shook her head. “Only you. I like surrendering myself to you. You’re making me get on all fours on the bed,” she said, continuing her fantasy. Her fingers were moving furiously now, slipping around her wet clit and occasionally moving between her folds. 

“You like getting fucked from behind?” 

She smiled and nodded. “You think you’re punishing me, but I love it. I always come when you fuck me from behind.” 

I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling it away from her clit. She opened her eyes, and went back to grinding her hips on top of me, desperate not to lose the sensation. 

“Show me,” I said. “Get on all fours. Now.” 

Michelle looked directly into my eyes as she slowly raised herself up onto her knees until my cock had left the wet heaven of her tight sex. She turned around and fell down to her elbows, presenting her ass to me ready for the taking. 

I got on my knees and easily reentered her soaking wet pussy. My hands took a firm hold of her ass cheeks, leaving finger marks in her skin, as I pushed my cock all the way inside her. One hand moved gradually up her back until I reached her hair. My fingers took a firm grip and I pulled gently tugging her head back. 

Michelle let out an animalistic groan and then yelled “fuck yes.” I hadn’t been expecting that, but I took pleasant surprises at face value. 

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked. 

“Yes,” she said, panting hard now.

“You like being fucked hard?”

“Harder,” she said. “I want it harder.”

I pulled her hair again and thrust harder. “You want this thick cock pounding your tight little pussy?”

“Oh God, Oliver, keep going.” 

“You’re so fucking tight. I’m not going to last much longer.”

“I’m coming,” she moaned. Her hands grasped around helplessly looking for a pillow, but in the end she just buried her head in the sheets to muffle her loud scream. Her body shook and I couldn’t hold out any longer.

“Fuck, Michelle. I’m going to come so fucking hard.” I thrust inside her one final time and shook as I emptied myself into the condom.

I reluctantly pulled my cock out of her and threw the condom in the bin, before laying down next to an utterly exhausted Michelle.

“You know what this means right?” I asked Michelle.

“I don’t even know where to start,” she replied, still panting heavily.

“It means for the first time this summer you’ve probably had a more energetic day than Maisie.”

“I’m not sure having sex once is quite the same as a day playing rugby.”

“No, but who says you’re only having sex once today?”

I fought the urge to fall asleep. My eyes kept closing as I lay on my side with Oliver spooning me, his large arm draped around me. My body was ready for a full eight hours of sleep, even though it was early in the afternoon. I’ve earned some rest, it told me. Let me go to sleep.

I think I managed to stay awake, although every time I looked at the clock by the bed another twenty minutes had passed. We’d have to leave soon to pick up Maisie and Shaun, but the last thing I wanted was to move from this position.

God only knows what Oliver thought of me now. He must think I'm some kind of sex freak. I touched myself on his command and told him how I liked it rough. That wasn’t usually how I had sex.  

I’d never been handled roughly before by any lovers. I’d wanted to, but never felt comfortable telling them that. But with Oliver that was all I could ever think about. Even as a naive and innocent sixteen year-old I’d imagined letting him dominate me, although I had no idea what that entailed at the time.  

I probably shouldn’t have been quite so honest with him, but the words had come out so easily. I’d sat on his cock, touching myself, and couldn’t hold back. It had been worth it. Oliver wasn’t the type to lay on his back and let the woman do all the work anyway; once I let him take over, he’d responded with a furious passion that still had my sex pulsating and wanting more.

Oliver yawned and pulled the bed sheet down to reveal my naked body and the scar on my arm. I tried to pull the bed sheet back up for cover, but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

“It’s too comfortable under there,” he said. “I’m going to fall asleep and we need to leave in about half an hour. Besides I want to look at you.”

I kept my back to him, but I could feel his eyes staring at me. He’d be looking at my arm. Examining the burn marks. It was a bit late to feel self-conscious now I suppose. Oliver’s fingers touched the top of my hand and then started moving slowly up my arm. I froze, every muscle in my body stiff as he reached the burnt skin. His fingers stopped, but just as I started to relax he moved them up my arm and touched me. His fingers were on the layer of scar tissue at the top of my arm.