Taking His Woman (12 page)

“Get on your knees,” he said. He pulled off his
shirt, discarding it on the floor.

Again, she did as he instructed without
complaint. He’d become the dominant while she submitted to his will. Her full
ass was displayed for him. The way she knelt exposed her wet juicy slit and the
puckered rose of her ass. He loved her ass. Chris ran his hands over the pale
flesh feeling her shake under his touch. Staring at her cunt, he saw her cream
leaking out. It was one of the sexiest things he’d seen.

Erica had been keeping secrets from him. How
far was she willing to go? He wouldn’t frighten her. He knew there was some
barrier between them at the moment. With any luck, tonight he would start to
break it down.

He ran his finger from her clit, gathering her
cream on his fingers and pressing against the tight muscles of her anus. She
gasped but didn’t try to move away. He only applied pressure, just enough to
make her want and not be scared. He knew she’d never had anal sex. Introducing
her to the carnal delights would be a pleasure he’d have soon, but not before
she was ready.

There were some delights only a woman could
request.

With his other hand, he pressed two fingers
inside her pussy feeling her walls flutter around his digits. Whatever had
bought on her arousal, she was soaking wet and tight. Her pussy sucked him in,
her need apparent with every action.

Chris moved his hands off her, unbuckling his
belt. She went to leave. He stopped her with a hand on the base of her back.

“Not yet.”

She whimpered and complied with his
demands.
 

Freeing his cock, he palmed it with his fist.
“I think I should punish you for not including me tonight. You’ve been getting
yourself off without asking me, Erica. I love seeing your pleasure.”

Another whimper echoed in the air.

“Do you think I should leave you without an
orgasm?” he asked.

“No. I’m sorry.” He heard the fear in her
words. Chris knew he’d never deny her. Part of his enjoyment was watching her
come alive under his touch.

“Will you deny me again?” Chris didn’t give her
time to answer. Aligning his shaft with her entrance, he thrust forward.
Usually, he spent a great deal of time with foreplay. Her fingering herself had
made her wet already.

He moaned, pulling out then thrusting back
inside her.

“I’ll never deny you again,” she yelled.

“Good
girl.” He reached round, fingering her clit. She thrust back to meet him. He
grew thicker inside her, the walls of her cunt squeezing him tight. He groaned,
slamming inside her. She rode him, the need building inside her as he flicked
her clit.

He stared
over at the mirror and saw them together, her white flesh taking him. She
looked so perfect. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as he pounded inside
her. She looked ready to explode. Staring at his reflection sent him over the
edge. The grip he had on her hips tightened to a point that he knew he’d leave
a mark. He released inside her, his cum filling her. In his mind and his
actions, he claimed her as his woman. She collapsed on the bed. The only sound
to be heard was
their own
heavy breathing.

Neither
said a word as he carried her through to the bathroom. He ran a lavender
scented bath and washed her. His arms wrapped around her, and he whispered
words of love and tenderness. When he was done, he finished by drying off her
body. Chris carried her back to bed where he tucked her under the covers. He
got in the bed beside her, his arms holding her to him.

The love
he felt for her consumed him. He wanted to make sure she knew he still loved
her even after taking her hard.

Their
love-making had never been so passionate before. The need to fill her gripped
him constantly.

Chapter Fourteen

The
following morning, Erica rolled over to find the bed empty. She stretched out
with a smile on her face. Her body was alive after last night’s love-making.
Chris had startled her and for the first time made her feel so desired.

Was she
sick for loving the way he’d taken her without foreplay? She loved the way he
took control, taking his own pleasure and giving her the same in the process.
The scent of coffee wafted up from the kitchen. She flung the blanket off and
went to the bathroom. Her nakedness did not bother her. Chris adored her full
body. When she moved back to the bedroom, she stared in the mirror. On her hips
were the marks from his fingers.

Erica got
closer to inspect the finger marks. Five marks were on each hip, each mark a
sign of his need last night. She touched her finger to each point. Her pussy
tightened in awareness. Touching the marks made last night more real. She knew
by looking at them that last night had happened. She hadn’t dreamt what
happened. He’d taken her, hard, rough, and she’d loved every second of their
time together.

She
grabbed a wrap from the back of the door before making her way downstairs.
Chris sat at the table reading a newspaper. She stopped when he stared at her,
his gaze travelling down her body. This was a man she’d never met before. The
intensity in his eyes couldn’t be ignored. He held her captive from simply
looking at her.

“Take your
wrap off,” he said.

How had
she gone for so long without seeing this man? The possessive way he stared at
her made her feel as if her body was his. Her fingers trembling, she untied the
wrap and let it fall to the floor. She placed her fingers in front of her
stomach.

“Put your
hands by your side.”

Erica hesitated for a split second then did as
he instructed.

“Come here.” She walked the short distance in
front of him. He stared up the length of her body. His fingers traced the marks
on her hips. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said.

“You didn’t. I loved last night.” She stopped
herself from asking for more. What would he think of her? Most women would love
the sweet tender way he made love to her. Why couldn’t she be satisfied with
the same?

You want
to be taken and ravaged. You want to know what it’s like to be the most desired
thing in his life.

Shut up.

It’s the
truth.

She fought with her own inner demons.

“Would you like me to do it again?” he asked.

Don’t ask
me. Just do it.

Erica nodded her head. She couldn’t describe
what was going on inside her. A gasp escaped her as he went down to her pussy.
His fingers teased through her slit. She opened her legs wider for him. He
stared at her while he touched her clit. Her legs felt like jelly when he
plunged a finger inside her core.

“You’re so wet,” he said.

How could she not be? Chris was taking her
world and turning it upside down. She had no idea what to do or what was
expected of her. He had become unpredictable in the matter of a day. What she
thought she knew about him was being obliterated by his actions. She loved what
he was doing. She wanted to see how far he’d go.

The change between them was startling.

She whimpered when he pulled away. Staring down
at him, she watched as he unbuckled his belt, his gaze firmly on her. Erica
changed her stare from his belt to his eyes. Her pussy tightened when he opened
the button and then the zipper to his pants. His cock sprang free. He was long
and thick, with a large, mushroom-shaped tip. She saw his tiny hole was leaking
juice. Erica thought about her books and the women who went down on their men
and enjoyed it. She wanted to try with Chris. All she could see in her mind was
what the novels evoked.

Sinking to her knees in front of him, she
leaned forward. Chris presented the tip to her lips. She opened up and accepted
him deep inside her mouth.
The cum
on the tip tasted
salty. It wasn’t a bad taste, and she swallowed him down. He glided along her
tongue filling her mouth. She whimpered as she pulled up.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked when he
fell out of her mouth with a plop sound.

“Yes. I want to do this with you, Chris. I want
to do everything.”

He nodded his head, and she went back to work.
Opening her lips, she slid his length back into her mouth. His entire shaft
pulsed where she surrounded him. Moaning, she flicked the tip with her tongue
tasting more of his pre-cum as it slid out.

She repeated the actions she’d read in the
book.

****

Chris couldn’t comprehend what was happening.
His cock was inside the mouth of the woman he loved. Her moans vibrated down
his cock making him aware of how much she loved sucking his cock. He closed his
eyes allowing the sensations to override any desire to make her stop.

Her head bobbed in his lap taking more of him
in her mouth. At first her actions were inexperienced and little clunky, but
soon she developed a rhythm that had him biting down on his lip to stop himself
from crying out.

The little control he held kept slipping as her
tongue licked across his tip. He knew she’d be
tasting
his pre-cum, and from her little moans, he also knew she was enjoying it. His
fingers sank into her hair, holding her in place.

He wanted to do everything with her. Chris
wanted to take her into new heights and to show her the kind of pleasure that
could happen between them if only she let go.

Laying his head along the couch, he closed his
eyes and enjoyed what she was doing. His mind was filled with so many different
ideas that he hoped to explore with her.

Looking back down at her, he fisted her hair.
When she let out a satisfied moan, he tightened his grip and pushed her head
deeper down on his cock, then pulled her back up. Her hands gripped his thighs,
and her head went lax for his ministrations. Chris controlled her actions,
moving her over his cock.

“Put your hand around the base of my cock,” he
said. She did what he asked. “Play with me while you suck me.”

Her hand grew firm as he moved her head down to
where her hand held him. She matched his actions, moving up his shaft following
her lips and then down. Her saliva coated his cock. The sight of him glistening
almost undid him.

“Do you want to swallow
my
cum
?” he asked.

A moan.

“Give me two moans for a yes and one moan for a
no.”

Chris waited. His free hand shook while she
decided. If she chose not to take him, he’d accept it.

She moaned twice.

Chris gathered speed, bobbing her head over him
faster. Her moans around his shaft got longer and louder. The vibrations made
him lose control. The pleasure from her lips and hands undid him.

He growled
,
pressing
her head down into his lap as his cum spurted out into her mouth. Chris felt
her swallowing him down. When his release passed, his grip loosened from her
hair. He pulled her up across his lap. She looked dazed. Her lips were swollen
red from being wrapped around his shaft.

“That was amazing.” He took her lips, kissing
her. The taste of his sperm didn’t matter to him. He needed to show her how
much he loved her. What she’d done meant so much to him. She thrust her tongue
between his lips. He sucked her into his mouth, his fingers testing the wetness
of her pussy. She was soaked. He couldn’t believe how turned on she was by
sucking his cock.

So many women didn’t like going down on a man.
He flipped her onto her back underneath him, going to his knees before her. She
gasped, watching him travel down her body. Chris sucked each nipple into his
mouth. Her back arched as he nibbled on the tip of her breast. His teeth bit
down on the red nubs. She gripped the arm rest behind her, her knuckles white
with the firm grip.

He pressed on her belly, running down to her
pussy. He slipped two fingers inside her. She was snug, and he worked her until
a third finger joined the two. Her juices coated his digits, wetting his palm.

When her nipples were bright red points, he
kissed down to her belly button. Her stomach quivered beneath his touch, her
breathing growing heavier with every passing second. She was so responsive to
him and always had been. He loved her with all his heart and would spend the
rest of his life loving her. She was a woman who deserved to be loved.

He pressed his tongue into her button before
going down to her mound. Her darker blonde curls surrounded her red puffy slit.
Her clit peeked out from its hood, looking swollen and juicy.

Chris scented her musky arousal. He kept three
fingers inside her as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

She screamed, the sound filling the room and
his ears like the sweetest classical music of all time. He could listen to her
pleasurable noises for the rest of his life. Her cum pulsed around his fingers.
He pumped his digits inside her, wishing that it was his cock. However, he
wanted to look at her sweet pussy more than fuck her. So many wants and needs
could not be filled in one morning. He had the rest of his life to show her the
power of true passion and lust.