Hot Summer Lust (13 page)

“Do you want me, Sadie?” he
says, his voice a husked growl. Hi
s lust has thickened his accent, like it does when he’s this hard, when he wants me this much.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Then you’re gonna let me do whatever I want, exactly the way I want it.”

He doesn’t ask, but I say it anyway, whispering. “Anything.”

“I want to make this perfect for you, but I get to be in control. You’re gonna do what I tell you to do. All right?”

He’s staring down into my eyes and I nod a little.
So he’s
even bossier in bed. I like it. I’m pretty sure I can handle him, bossy or not. I think I could actually undermine that bossiness if I really wanted to.

“I don’t want to hurt you but this will hurt some, since it’s your first time, so I’m gonna get you nice and ready for me. So ready, you won’t notice anything but how good it feels.”

I already knew it was supposed to hurt the first time – Frannie told me – but I’m no
t scared. Not with Elias.
I know how my body reacts
to him.
I’d already come for him in the shower and my pussy feels
like a warm, blooming flower.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.

The dark fall of his hair over his forehead shades his eyes but I can still see the deep sapphire glow.

“I’ll kiss you, darlin’, when I’m good and ready to kiss you. I’m in charge here. You’re gonna need to trust me
.
I
say when.”
I smile
a little then. Because i
mmediately after his macho-man pronouncement, he does kiss me, like he can’t resist me another
second longer.
“And
how
.” His dark look is touched by that almost-smile that melts
me. “And
where
.” But
in his kiss I can
feel his surrender, his total commitment to taking care of me, in every possible way.
Physically, he’s in total control, we both know that. But I have a power, too, and I can
feel it. A feminine allure th
at’s so strong and so enticing to him, I can sense the limits
of his control.
That
’s why he’ll dominate me, and set the pace. So he can hold on, and come only when he’s fully inside me.

Knowing this makes me want to tempt him even more.
He’s still gripping my wrists and I struggle a little, wanting to touch him, to hold his big cock and tease him. Test him.
See if I can make him come.

But Elias won’t let me budge. His grip tightens and he deepens
the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth.
I suck his tongue invitingly, arching my body up to him and letting my knees fall apart, so I’m fully open to him, vulnerable and ready for his dominance.

He makes a low, savage sound, kissing me again.
A h
ot, deep kiss I feel to the fluttering wetness of my core.
I want him there, so much, but he holds
me down and kisses me until I’m flushed and lust-drunk. My whole body feels slippery and nubile. I relax into my obedience then, knowing that he won’t give me what I want until I obey him and stop
trying to fight him or provoke him.
He can feel my surrender and loosens
his grip, kissing along my jaw, biting the soft flesh of my earlobe gently between his teeth.
His hands wander along the skin of my neck and my shoulders,
to my breasts.
I stay still, praying he’ll continue. I’m breathing more heavily now and my breasts rise and fall as though beckoning him.
I’m so wet I can
feel a trickle of moisture.

“
Please, Elias
,” I hear
myself murmur. “Please put your mouth on me.”

For that he’ll make me wait.
He
smooths my hair, then his hands brush along my stomach, teasing me, tickling me lightly, returning to my breasts only after he feels he’s tortured me enough. He’s watching my face,
challenging me. And when I
make no sound, he rewards
me. His
rough fingers trace slow circles around my nipples, drawing closer. And closer. My nipples are so taut and so sensitive that when he does touch me, I gasp and arch towards his hands. He allows this, taking my nipples between his fingers, twirling and squeezing gently until I’m moaning and my pussy is rippling along with each rhythmic pull.

Then –
oh, God
, he leans down and takes
one of my nipples into the hot fire of his mouth. And when his teeth gently bit
e into my soft flesh as his fingers play, I come, just like that. With only the touch of his mouth and his fingers on my breasts, sensation feeding the soft spasms that start low in my belly and surge in luscious, clenching bursts.

Elias feasts on my breasts, one then the other, prolonging the swell, until I feel like I’m riding some kind of
orgasmic high. He kisses
a line down my stomach, licking into my navel, which makes
me squirm, then lower.
I can feel his hot breath on my humid flesh and I know he can see how ready I am. I want him to see. Carefully, I lace my fingers through his hair, not to pull him closer but just to touch him. His hair is thick and soft.

“My Sadie,” he says. “You’re so wet
for me. I’m just gonna eat that sweet pus
sy, until you come again. You want me to kiss you, baby?”

My Sadie.
He’s asked me the question so I think it must be okay to answer him. I whisper my reply. “Yes. Elias. Yes.”

But he doesn’t kiss me right away.
With his fingers, he traces along the lips of my sex, opening me, dipping his fingers easily into my saturated core. He continues his gliding caress, circling my clit. When his thumb skates over the hyper-sensitive bud, my inner muscles begin to spasm lightly. It’s a rise that holds and swells but doesn’t yet break. I’m almost coming again, but he’s playing me, making me wait. I can’t help it: my hips gyrate a little
. I want him to do something,
anything
. To put any part of himself on me, in me, anything.

I want to
beg
him!
I want to climb onto him and make him touch me.
But I know he’ll make me wait longer if I try to rush him.

Then, just when I think I can’t handle a single second more, he does it
. He licks me,
and I moan for him. He’s
teasing me with small, careful flicks of his tongue. Dipping, circling. T
he swell is building.
Promising an impossible high. When it breaks, I wonder if there’ll be anything left of me.

His mouth sucks on me, but he’s carefully avoiding the little nub except for gentle nips that purposely evade
a rhythm I might be able to hold onto. And
then, with his teeth, he gently squeezes my clit between the folds of my sex, biting softly.

“Oh,
God
, Elias
.
Oh.
”

It’s coming. I’m so close. I’m so close. My hips are swaying of their own accord in
an arching search
. I need to get there. I need to reach that peak so I can …
oh, damn him!
His mouth is
gone
!

But then I feel his touch again. He’s crouched over me and he’s holding his huge, hard
cock, guiding it.
Oh, God
, he’s touching the broad crown to me, pushing inside, so my folds barely encase him.

“
Sweet Jesus
,” he groans and his words are half-slurred with lust.
“
Sadie, honey.
You feel so damn good.”

I try to arch against him but he’s still holding me down. His cock slides further into the silky tightness
.
He forces my legs further apart. Then he guides the tip of his cock up a l
ittle, to press against my clit.
Oh,
it feels
so good. He’s so
good
at this. He plays in this crazily intimate way, then he glides the tip of his shaft back into my snug entrance, this time pushing deeper. The zinging pressure is dazzling, the thick glide like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life.
“
Elias
.”

“You ready, sweetheart?”

“
Yes. Yes
.”

He does it again.
This time, with circular pressure, he swirls his thumb in a light, steady press against my clit, and with each press, he pushes his cock deeper into me, only to draw out, then push back in, gaining entry, wetting his big cock
with my juices. I can feel myself starting to stretch
as he enters me and there’s a light burn but also a sweet ache that feels so damn good I tilt my hips up to him, inviting him inside.

“
Fuck,
Sadie.
You’re so
tight.
You’re so
fucking gorgeous.”

“Elias.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
”
The glide of his thick, silky shaft inside me is doing crazy things to me.
I’m almost there. I’m so close.

His thumb skates against my clit and the orgasm rises and crashes through me like a high-voltage pleasure-surge
.
Wave after wave of it, shattering me with thick
jolts of ecstasy.
My pussy clenches around him in voluptuous, tugging pulls and he thrusts into me with one thick, skewering drive until he’s deep, deep inside me.

I cry out and Elias
holds himself still.
His weight on me is heavy. I’m
pinned under him, impaled by him.
He kisses my mouth, pushing his cock even deeper into me with a brutal
plunge.
He does it again. And again.
With each thrust, I grip him tighter.
He swears and his head drops a little
like he’s fighting for control.
I know he’s all the way inside me, as deep as I can take him
.
My inner muscles are rippling around him in secret, fluttering caress
es.

His mouth is close to my ear
.
“You all right, darlin’?”

“Almost,” I say.

He exhales a small breath of laughter that’s laced with something close to agony. I get the feeling he
understands what I mean. I want to come again. With him. I want him to fill me with hot bursts of his cum.

Each flutter of my inner muscles around his huge bulk fuels a primal satisfaction and triggers a slow rush. This feeling, of being so thoroughly possessed
, is strangely amazing.
He’s
mine
. He’s
in
me. I don’t e
ver want him to pull away.
I want to keep him.

So I wrap my arms and legs
around him. I dig my fingers into the muscles
of his back and his backside as I try to pull him closer, and deeper.

“
Oh, hell, Sadie
,” he groans, and when he thrusts again, I feel the curling heat of another climax beckoning
. “Come
with me. Come with me, darlin’.”

“I am,” I breathe.
“I am.”

He kisses me, dipping his tongue into my mouth in time with the measured, aggressive drives of his big, thick
cock. There are little shard
s of pain but they’re drowning in
pleasure. Each thrust forces me higher, closer. And when I start to come, the small compressions of my inner muscles milk him softly until I can feel the
warm jets of his own climax filling me, spilling, until we’re spent and entangled and perfectly in tune.

It takes a while to come down from all that
. I feel dazed, and peaceful. He’s still on top of me, still inside me.
When I open my eyes, he’s watching my face, and he smiles
down
at me. He’s so handsome, with his dark eyes and
perfect lips and the shadow of his stubble across his jaw.

It’s the strangest thing, to just gaze into another person’s eyes. So
incredibly connective.
For the first time, I really wonder about it: what it might be like to keep him, somehow, as I follow my path. He has a house in Nashville. Maybe we really
could
meet up sometimes. Maybe we could see each other on weekends, if we have time.

“You feel like heaven when you come,” he says softly.

I can’t help but blush, and smile back at him.
“So do you,” I whisper.

He kisses me and it’s amazing: a whole-body kiss I can feel everywhere. In every cell. Inside me, where we’re still moistly locked.

Elias rolls us over, so I’m lying on top of him.
I’m reminded again of how strong he is. How muscular, and big.
He kisses me again
.
“Sing me a song,” he says.

“I wrote some new ones,” I tell him.
“For you.”

I can tell he’s pleased by this. “You did?”

“Yeah.”

“I want to hear them.”

I sit up a little, and I can feel his shaft start to swell again, inside me. I’m sore, but it’s not a painful soreness, just one that reminds me of everything that’s happened. As I sit up a little more, a trickle of milky liquid wets my thighs and I see that there’s blood there, too
.