Love's Erotic Flower (3 page)

His breath stutters before his kisses travel down, detouring through the crease between my leg and the fiery pit of heaven. I prop myself for a prime view. With his tongue, he tenderly parts my lips, gently swirling, taunting and teasing my body, bringing it closer to ripples of pleasure. His tongue then throbs against my clit, and I begin pulsing in time with his mouth that groans little noises that make me tighter. Slowly he adds his fingers, the tip of his middle one stroking that cherished spot inside me that turns my trickle into a gusher. My thighs tighten around his head. He takes me to the edge all too soon, only to pull away and nibble on the inside of my thighs. When I’ve come down just enough to catch my breath, he goes for the kill, slipping his tongue inside me, driving my hands into the comforter as I emit a guttural squeal of delight.

In and out, round and round he goes. If he continues much longer my body won’t stop. He can sense it in my pulse, hear it in my breath, and feel it as my thighs clamp. My back arches, and my hips tilt forward, offering me up higher as my hands thrust to the back of his head suggesting he not show mercy.

My head falls to the side where I get a glimpse of us in the dresser mirror. Dropping my knees for a better view, I see his excitement build, not in his rock hard cock, but in how he presses his hips into the sheets, grinding and humping the bed. I’m about to cum just from watching him. With each thrust of his tongue his hips press harder into the mattress. Oh, dear God, this might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m both jealous of the mattress and praying he doesn’t stop grinding. My moans grow louder with every one of his pushes.

Lord, if he cums like that I think I might die.

Donovan’s tongue finds my tender nub of flesh that sends me to heaven. Suddenly my body clenches and releases in violence, and I pull his head into my crotch with a scream.

He pops up, and thrusts into me—pulsing hard before he slams in, tips his head back and groans, his dick succumbing to spasms. Just as he finishes I push him off, squeeze out some of his cum and spread it on me, then shove him down. “Suck! Suck yourself off of me.” He jets down at the command, and his lips suck my bud, his tongue then grabbing more of his juice before he sucks me again, and I envision having a cock for him to suck on. My mind flips to him humping the bed, and I moan deeply. Another orgasm hits at the delectable vision of him sucking himself off of my dick.

When I come down from my high, I chuckle at both my antics and in response to the glistening juices I’ve left on his chin. Pushing aside a sudden urge of shyness, I grab him by the shoulders, nudging him up. “That was amazing.”

From the nightstand he retrieves a tissue and wipes his chin. Quickly, I swat his hand and replace the path the tissue just coursed with my tongue, cleaning him thoroughly.

“For as well as we know each other, you often surprise me,” he says.

Pulling me on top of him for one last kiss, I curl my head into his chest and revel in the sound of his pounding heart, its rhythm matching my own.

One step closer. One huge, giant step closer.

When I return home from work, Donovan is sitting at his desk, pouring over a history book. I stroll up from behind, and he quickly spins around, his hands pushed out in front of him. “You stay right there.”

I blink and roll my eyes at him, just as he so often does to me. “Can’t I even give my boyfriend a kiss?” I say oh-so-sweetly.

“Remember, kisses are safe ground,” he says like it is a paranoid warning. “You are not allowed to try anything while kissing me.”

“Geez, relax.” Straddling my legs around him, I sit in his lap and our tongues do a luscious dance that send my senses reeling. “Mmm… keep kissing me like that and I’ll risk losing time off of the clock while begging you to take me into the bedroom.”

“Who says you have to beg?” Donovan eases me off of him, and then wraps me in an impassioned embrace, nibbling at my neck and making my body weak.

My words are baited by his tender touch. “No one, but I plan to make
you
beg.”

“Mmm… After what happened last night I think I need to fight harder than ever. I shudder to think what could come next.”

I let out a soft, yet maniacal laugh. “I have every intent of making you my little bitch.”

“Oh, no way! That is so not going to happen.”

“It will when I win.”

Donovan jerks back. “You stay away. Don’t touch me.”

My voice turns diminutive and sweet as I run a finger down his arm. “What’s the matter, D-boy? Is the big, bad jock afraid of the wussy, little pastry chef?” Like a switch has been flipped I give him an intense look of desire while deepening my voice and gripping his hand, “Come on, baby. Bend over and let daddy give you some sugar.”

A look of panic overcomes him. “Oh no! You stop with that voice. Don’t you dare call me baby, and let go of my hand. You’re going to try bending my thumb back. I’m telling you right now that if you do I will let it break. You will snap my hand before—”

“I promise that I will not do anything with your thumb,” I say sweetly. “You won’t be in danger of anything breaking.” My hand slides up his right arm and my finger jabs into his armpit, just behind the bone.

“Ow! What the hell are you doing?”

“I win.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I just let you off easy. There is a pressure point right here.” Again I jab and he winces. “It will hurt like hell if I let you have it. In fact, if I do it on the other side your heart could stop.”

“Saying it doesn’t count. You actually have to take me down.”

“You want me to make your heart stop? I can think of more exciting ways to do that, and I plan to now that I have won this bet.”

“Yes, I’d rather you kill me. Lily there is no way—” I interrupt him by sliding my hands down his pants, and he jerks away. “Stop! Do not grab my balls and twist, knee, squeeze, or do anything else to them. In fact, don’t ever touch them again.”

“Hey! That’s not fair! Those weren’t conditions when we started this little game. In fact, you were pretty eager to play with some simple restrictions. Now that you realize I can actually win, you’re backpedaling, you big giant wuss!” Donovan reaches for his keys and heads for the front door. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

He keeps making a beeline for the outside, neglecting to turn back. “The grocery store. We’re out of coffee, and I know how cranky you get without it.”

“Nice ass, you big liar. I can’t wait to dominate it.”

Donovan puts his hands over his butt then turns around, backing away. I chase him and whip out my cell phone to check the timer. “You’re cheating. I’m pausing the clock while you’re gone. The fourteen hours and twenty-three minutes left will resume upon your return with a fifteen minute penalty for early withdraw.”

When Donovan returns from the grocery store, I meet him in the kitchen to lend a hand unpacking the groceries. He knows I’m looking for the perfect opportunity.

With his right hand, he pulls a bag of coffee beans out of the sack and waves them at me. His eyes are locked on my left hand as I come up from behind him and take them. His hand stays out after the beans have been removed. Is this unspoken request to attempt to take him down a way he hopes to embarrass me, or is he trying to help me?

I whip around, my eyes focused on the cabinet ahead while my right hand swoops around. Donovan expects me to yank his arm and try to throw him, knowing I would only humiliate myself. Instead my thumb and index finger fly to each side of his hand, right at the top of the V where the bones between his thumb and index finger meet. “Checkmate! Don’t make me actually do it.”

“What are you talking about?” He practically laughs at me.

I apply just enough pressure to let him know I have him. “You know what happens if I squeeze right here? Pretend I am doing it harder.”

“Ouch!” Donovan’s eyes go to his hand, and then dart into mine. He starts to jerk away, but I yank and apply more pressure, using an old martial arts trick that can have a person writhing in pain. “Don’t make me do it, Donovan,” I say squeezing harder as his knees start to buckle. “Do not force me to make this hurt like you know it will. Soon you’ll be on your knees with my crotch in your face.”

“If that’s what you want, all you had to do was ask,” he winces out, and then disguises his conceding by dropping to his knees and going for the zipper of my jeans.

“Nice try. Your ass is mine. Meet me in the bedroom.”

“I won, fair and square. Now bend over.”

“Lily, you can’t be serious.”

From the nightstand I pull out a strap on and some lube. “Don’t worry, I went for a moderate size. It won’t hurt you any more than it hurts me when I’m on the receiving end.”

Donovan’s eyes jet to his loin. “But—”

“I played more than fair,” I say, waving the dildo at him.

“Hey, I’m not that small!”

“Fine. I’m sure I can find something else that suits your needs better. I do have a 1½” barrel curling iron. Shall I use that?”

“No!” he says, his voice racing. “Smaller is perfectly fine.” He swallows hard, and then runs off to the kitchen. “Dear God, please let us still have some Scotch.”

Fifteen minutes later, Donovan returns to our room, looking a little rosy. I’m already tucked into bed, naked except for the faux appendage. Though I’m curled on my side, my chest is twisted forward with the pulled-up covers stopping just below. I figure I should at least start off playing fair. Donovan eyes me, looking apprehensive. I then twist my hips, and the strap on creates a bulge in the sheets. “Oh no!” he says, headed back to the kitchen for more Scotch.

“Get over it, and get in here, you jive turkey!”

A moment later he returns, looking a little sideways. His eyes lock on mine as he crawls into bed. I curl up for a kiss, my dick poking his, and he jerks back. My hand thrusts his head forward, and I taste his tongue. His muscles soften as he relaxes. “I can’t believe what I do for you,” he says, slightly grouchy, yet with a little snicker.

While grabbing the lube I pull back the sheet. Donovan’s eyes peer downward, and he watches me start to prepare for him. With a flustered shake of his head he gets on all fours, and I crawl up from behind, my hand on my rubber schlong, stroking the lube down its full length, wondering how far he will let me stick this inside him as my hand slowly jacks my new appendage. I’ve chosen a flesh colored strap on so it looks as much like it is an extension of me as I can possibly get. My excitement is so mind blowing that I need to ground myself with a hearty breath, as I’m long out of the starting gate. I don’t want to waste the intensity of my first orgasm before we have even started. I already came in the shower with barely a touch this morning in anticipation.

I tap the tip to his ass, just like he does to me, and then tease his hole. It makes me so wet that a hot pool slicks down my thigh. Finally I begin to insert my cock. He tightens, and I slap his ass. “Relax, baby,” I say with a deep voice. “Just relax and enjoy me fucking you.” With my words his dick starts to harden. For a man who doesn’t have a gay bone in his body, he sure seems to like what is happening. How much alcohol did he drink?

Swiping a hand over my pussy, I coat myself in my juices and spread them over him, pushing a finger in and pulsing, then adding a second, stretching him as they throb in and out. His tension begins to ease, and I add a third finger and go up as high as I can with a little twist. His fingers dig into the mattress as he moans. “Oww…ooooh, yessss.”

Removing my fingers, I gently press the tip of my cock inside, then softly pulse it out, going deeper with each push. “Oh, dear God,” he says, again tightening. I slap his ass. “Relax, baby. Feel me inside you.”

My hand goes to his hips, the other pressing up against his stomach in support as I feed him. Slowly I roll my hips, going deeper and deeper until my groin hits his ass cheeks. In the mirror his hanging dick starts to twitch and rise. My cunt is so tight I’m already about to lose it. I keep pulsing into him, and the excitement of seeing this magnificent view and the pressure of the strap on against my clit has me surrendering. With a press to his ass my cock shoves in deep, pushing against my sweet spot. He groans with the pleasure of pain, bringing me an orgasm that is so intense I tremble and need to catch my breath.
 

Now I’m really ready. Running my hand along my crotch, I grab some of my juice and spread it over Donovan’s dick. He’s so fucking hard, he must love this. I stroke him and regain my roll. “Are you ready, baby? Because I’m going to give it to you.”

Donovan’s breath turns shallow. “Take me,” he says, pleading with a voice that is deep and seductive.

His submission causes me to tighten and drip down my leg. Grabbing his hips I begin to thrust. His cock is primed and ready. I want to grab it, squeeze it, and milk it of its juices, but I also want to savor looking at it standing firmly at attention, enjoying his submission. I slow my pounding into a rhythmic roll, moaning and grunting with each pulse. Finally I am here, riding him, and he’s into it as much as I am. His beautiful ass, tightly curving before me and devouring my cock puts me on the edge again. I try to slow myself to let a good solid orgasm build, when suddenly Donovan belts out a guttural groan. “I can’t take it any more. Oh God, keep it slow. Keep pressing your hips against my ass. Oh God!” My hand sides to his cock, and I start to grab. “No. Let me come like this. Oh dear God!”

My head turns to the mirror beside us. Donovan’s face is red, his breath shallow. Suddenly his hips jet forward, and I follow him down, my cock staying tightly in as he screams a groan. His creamy juice spurts onto the bed. My pussy clenches, and I join him in ecstasy. “Oh God, yes!” I scream as I cum hard and fast, my eyes fixated on his pulsing dick.

I want to taste him.

I pull myself out, attempting to be gentle while racing against the clock in an effort to scoop up some of his cum before it soaks into the sheets. The cream still feels warm on my tongue that thrusts into his mouth. He sucks and licks it off, leaving me feeling light headed.