Into The Sunset: An Erotic Romance Anthology (25 page)

"You are being very good, Ash, I need those
pants off, too," he informs me.

"You will lie on my bed naked with your legs
spread wide for me," he coaches as he stands near enough to touch
me, yet watches me patiently undress for him.

"Yes, Sir," I reply, following his commands.
Getting very turned on by his demands, I find myself not only
willing to follow his orders, but relishing the opportunity to
please him.

Sliding against the bed, I lie on my back and
spread my legs wide, in invitation. My pussy glistens as my juices
drip down my thighs. Swiftly, he rids himself of his clothes and
approaches the bed, heavy cock standing at attention, covering my
body with his. The head presses against my heated, swollen skin,
and the pressure makes me want to push my hips up to slide my pussy
around him.

"Spread those legs wider, Ash," he says,
pinching my nipple between his index finger and thumb. He grinds
his cock against my clit and a prickle of delight shoots straight
into my core.

"Tell me you want my cock inside you, Ashley,"
he commands.

"I want your cock inside me. Will you give it
to me, Sir?" I request, pushing my clit against the head of his
dick.

"Please, I need you inside me," I implore him
honestly to fill my need.

"Whose pussy is this, Ash?" he asks as he
lowers his cock to my slit and presses against my tight
muscles.

"Oooh," I groan as he begins to stretch me,
"yours, please, please take your pussy," I beseech him.

"That is right," he says, sliding his cock
into my pussy.

"This is my pussy from now on." He withdraws
his cock slowly and then plunges firmly back into my slit, taking
more with each thrust.

"You are mine, from now on," he grunts at me,
slowly thrusting deeply until he is seated inside me.

"You will tell me you are mine, now," he
demands, his thrusts quickening and my pussy squeezing him
snugly.

"I am yours, Blake, always yours," I assent to
his claim.

Grabbing the back of my thigh, he pulls my leg
up higher around him, changing the angle of his thrusts, taking me
to a new level of desperation. Groaning with each thrust, right now
I'm close to the brink. His mouth latches onto my nipple, and the
pull of his suctioning lips undoes me. I scream out his name as I
come hard around him. He slams into my pussy harder and harder with
each thrust, drawing out my orgasm.

Releasing my leg, he slowly withdraws his cock
and raises himself away from my body. He rolls me onto my stomach
and covers my back with his body.

"Now that was a very bad girl," he scolds me
as his hand seeks my nerve center, rubbing the nub between my legs,
keeping me on edge.

"I am going to fuck you hard from behind, Ash,
and you are going to come again. This time you will ask my
permission," he instructs, keeping constant rhythm on my clit.
Spreading my legs wider with his knees, he places one hand on my
shoulder and glides his hard cock back inside my pussy.

My muscles quickly adapt to his girth again,
and after a few tantalizingly slow thrusts, he begins fucking me
hard, now rubbing my clit with his finger. He squeezes my shoulder
with his other hand, and I feel completely consumed by this man and
totally content to let him fuck me all night long if he so
wished.

My pussy starts to twinge on his cock, and I
beg him, "Please, fuck me hard, Sir?" At my request, his hand
glides down my back to grip my hip, holding me in place, leaving me
unable to move underneath him. Feeling excited and consumed by him,
I relish his restraining grip as I concentrate on the intense
friction of his hips moving against mine, his cock reaching deep
inside me, making my muscles contract with each thrust.

Afraid I cannot hold back another minute, I
beg him, "Please, let me come," as he takes my pussy.

Instead of answering immediately, he draws his
cock out of me, hammering me two more torturous times, the force
enough to move my hips, gliding my stomach across the bed before
answering, "You may come now, my little Ash, come all over my
cock."

Pushing hard against my nub, he embeds his
cock deeply inside me, pulling out slowly and thrusting himself
deeper. My pussy muscles convulse around him like a vise as I
struggle against his hand that holds my hip to try to rub and grind
against him. The sensation of being held down unable to move while
my pussy convulses causes my muscles to maintain their spasm
longer.

Wave after wave crashes over me, like cymbals,
and I cannot seem to stop coming as I scream out. My hands squeeze
the pillow over my head, trying to release the tension from my
convulsing body.

"I can't stop," I scream as he plunges inside
my muscles, feeling ripple after ripple on his cock. His thrusts
get faster and faster until he finally pushes inside me, his body
stilling as he shares in my muscle contractions spilling his hot
cum deep inside me.

Soft lips caress my shoulder blades and the
middle of my back, and I feel a cool breeze from his breath travel
down my spine. Releasing my hip and clit, he draws his fingers up
along my sides to my back and around my shoulder blades down my
arms, leaving bumps along my flesh.

His warm breath tickles my neck as he tells
me, "Thank you, Darlin', I needed to be inside you so badly." Still
held in my spot by his body and my muscles' exhaustion, I listen as
he tells me, "You really are mine now, I hope you know."

Whispered words seem to float around my ears,
but I can hardly make out anything as fatigue overtakes me, and I
fall asleep in his embrace yet again.

All Good Things.

The rest of our vacation seems to go by far
too fast. Blake, I learn, is quite a capable chef, and dinner
becomes a gastronomic event. Creating the perfect meal to
complement each wine becomes a game for the two of us.

Blake procures the most delicious ingredients
from a local farmers market and butcher shop which we travel over
an hour to find. Time extremely well spent in my opinion. Our days
are full of hiking, boating, and relaxing the summer away. Every
afternoon finds us enveloped in each other's arms, maintaining
constant physical contact with Blake becoming a necessity. He
happily obliges my request by holding my hand, rubbing my
shoulders, or swirling my long tresses around his
fingers.

Being near him is so natural for me, and I
feel that after vacation I will have a very hard time getting back
to my everyday life. My company seems to please Blake as well, as
he happily teaches me about boating and drawing, and I linger on
his every word. Effortlessly, I admire this impressive man capable
of commanding boats, concocting culinary masterpieces, and creating
amazing homes. Each night we spend in his bed wrapped in each
other's arms making love into the early hours of the
morning.

More than one time, I want to bring up plans
to see each other after vacation, but I am sure he has a very busy
life in the city with no room for starry-eyed, love-sick girls.
Deciding to enjoy each moment with Blake, I push the thought of
having to leave him far from my mind.

A few days toward the end of my vacation, I
learn that all good things must eventually come to an end. Blake
informs me he is being called away to consult on a project and is
unsure when he will return. Taking the hint that he is letting me
down easy, I grudgingly accept his excuse to leave the lake house
and kiss him goodbye without plans to meet in the
future.

This is for the best I tell
myself. Of course, he has a real life outside of this lake. A
terrible thought occurs to me;
God forbid
he has a wife and kids.
Pushing that
thought from my mind, I refuse to dwell on the very real
possibility that it is true.

Unable to stay in the lake house without
Blake, I pack away my things, load up my car, and drive home to
return to reality -- a happy memory of the lake house and the very
sexy Blake to keep me warm at night.

Tediously returning to work the next week, I
experience the longest Monday possible. My friends asked about the
vacation and whether or not I enjoyed my time alone with my books.
Keeping my encounter with Blake private, I tell them is was a very
nice trip, downplaying the entire incredible experience of my
summer vacation. I tell them about the ocean and the vineyard,
leaving out the most important detail, my sexy neighbor.

The days drag by, each one worse than the one
before. Pining for my lover, I find myself in a rut at work.
Unrequited love eating away at my soul, I go through the motions of
my nursing duties without finding my usual joy.

On Friday, the secretary at the front desk
hands me a bouquet of red roses, and I am stunned something so
beautiful was sent to me personally. Patient's often buy gifts for
all the nurses, but rarely single one of us out. At the end of the
very busy day, I am finally able to read the card.

The card simply reads,
Ash, I miss you.
Doubting that a patient has sent the flowers, my heart skips
a beat as I dare to hope that Blake has just contacted me. Turning
the card over, I see an address for a penthouse apartment in one of
the most opulent buildings in town.

Immediately, I decide to accept the
invitation, knowing that Blake is summoning me. I head back to my
apartment first and shower off the sweat from a long day. Deciding
a dress will be most appropriate, considering Blake has yet to see
me properly prepared for a date, I eagerly dress to
impress.

Walking from my bedroom to the living room,
stumbling with my high heels, I am at a complete loss as the man I
have missed all week stands in the middle of the room as if he owns
the entire place. Wearing a black suit and tie, Blake steps into my
view, my stomach clenching at the masculine sight.

"You were meant to come directly to my home,
Ash, are you denying me the right to see you?" he asks, clearly mad
at me.

"Sir," I begin, better to use his pet name and
try to dissuade some of his anger toward me before he decides to
turn around and walk out the door forever.

"I needed to shower! I was on my way to see
you right now! Look, I wanted to impress you by wearing a dress," I
explain, hoping I sounded appropriately apologetic.

"You left the lake house," he states, a look
of distaste crossing his features.

"Why were you not in my bed when I returned
from my consultation?" He seems hurt as the words spill from his
lips. Could he have meant for our affair to be more than a tryst
while on vacation?

Walking toward him, I place both of my hands
on his chest. His hands quickly cover mine as he squeezes both of
them, his eyes seeking mine.

"I thought you were trying to find an excuse
to say goodbye to me," I tell him, tears forming in the corners of
my eyes. I quickly blink them away.

"Come," he commands as he leads me out of my
apartment and down the hallway, barely giving me time to lock the
door.

"It took me a week to find you when I got
home. I was not sure where you worked so I sent flowers to every
hospital in the area," he explains as he leads me to a parked
limousine in front of my apartment building.

"So you were not trying to blow me off?" I ask
confused.

"No, I most certainly was not trying to blow
you off," he corrects me, ushering me inside the vehicle and
climbing in behind me. Inside the limousine, he pulls me over on
top of his lap and nuzzles his head into my neck. Inhaling his
familiar scent, I rest my cheek on the top of his head and run my
fingers up and down the silky texture of his back.

"I thought the vacation was over," I whisper
to him.

"You had to get back to work and so did I. I
didn't think you were interested in seeing me outside of the lake,
and that hurt a lot, so I came home to spare us both any
embarrassment."

His thumb begins brushing my nipple as he
pulls his head back to look into my eyes. "I am so much more than
not finished with you, Ash." He pinches my nipple hard and my inner
muscles twitch at the memory of his huge cock inside me. Pulling
down my face to his, he brushes his lips against mine, and my eyes
close to focus on the sensation.

"I have thought about you every day since you
left," I explain.

"I am sorry, but I could not stand the thought
of you coming back to the lake and not wanting me
anymore."

"I want you just as much today, and the day I
left, as I did the first time I watched you pleasure yourself on
the lake deck. I wanted you so bad that day. My cock is hard just
thinking about it now," he says, pulling my hand down to rub his
swollen flesh over his pants.

"I want you, please. Sir, please, can I have
this cock?" I beg, hoping to placate his need to be in control. The
fabric of my dress slowly reveals my legs as his hands pull the
material up around my hips. Shimmying himself between my knees, he
squeezes my hips with both of his hands grinding his cock against
my moistened panties.

"This cock?" he asks me.