Passion Shattered (Masquerade Part III) (3 page)

He didn’t say a word. He looked at Heather
,
who stood as stil
l as a statute. She’d bared her
soul
,
let him see her most intimate feeling
s
. Nothing was hidden and he was the man to drink of this glorious elixir, if any man was.

Looking at the emotion flooding over Ryan, she was glad she’d held nothing back. Nothing diluted, no compromise, just honest and bold. Emotionally naked she stood, arms uselessly at her sides, waiting interminably for Ryan to say something. She desperately needed to know that he wouldn’t reject her.

The erotic mood of the painting gripped Ryan in an unexpected way. It took him beyond, further than he’d ventured before, in his desire for Heather. Erotic sensations engulfed his senses. He stepped closer to her, seeing the doubt in her eyes. His hand reached out to her and she responded.

Grasping her wrist, he pulled her to his chest and wrapped both arms around her. She had her arms around his waist, her head pressed against his hard chest. His heart beat loud and fast, as did hers. All uncertainty melted.

They stood as one, bound together. She felt his erection growing, pressing against her, arousing her. Her panties were already wet. He stroked her hair, then her cheek. His hand felt hot against her cool skin. She had nothing to hide now. It was a new feeling, nothing to hold back. She could give herself fully for Ryan’s pleasure, for her own pleasure.

Ryan yanked the ribbon loose that held Heather’s hair, letting the golden curls fall wildly around her shoulders. He pulled off her knit top, dropping it to the floor, looking with longing at her round, soft breasts barely covered with a light-cream lace bra. He kissed the plump top of her cleavage and licked her skin, across her chest and up her neck, finding the sensitive spot just under her jaw. He kissed her there, breathing
his hot breath on her skin
. She felt molten heat flow inside her abdomen.

His hand held the back of her head, buried in her glossy hair. He pressed his mouth to hers, kissing tenderly as if to tease. Then, with unexpected violence, he kissed her hard, as if he couldn’t get enough. Their tongues slid together, rubbing, caressing. She thought she’d stopped breathing, was gasping, kissing him back as hard as he could kiss her.

Like teenagers, they rushed to rip each other’s clothes off, wanting to be naked, to feel the most intimate places they could find, places never to be shared with another. Ryan’s hot, strong cock pressed against her. He held her uncovered breasts in his hands, supporting their weight, holding them perfectly in each palm. She felt she was his, all his.

She reached out and touched his red, hard nipples, pinching them, hurting them only a little. She grabbed a handful of his dark, thick hair,
pulled his head back
and leaned in to kiss his neck sweetly. Her mouth found his nipples, one at a time, running her wet tongue over them and biting, feeling them turn to little pebbles.

Both Heather and her crazed lover moaned in pleasure when she grabbed his cock in her fist and pumped it quickly. It was so hot, it nearly burned her skin. Ryan reached down
and held her sex in his hand
. Her core tightened and her eyes closed for a moment.

“Put your hands on your ass checks.” Heather grabbed behind her, feeling the hard muscle beneath her soft skin. “Rub them,” he commanded. Her pussy
clenched as she rubbed
,
her ass sensitive to the touch. H
er back arched and her breasts
were
offered to Ryan, bare, begging for attention.

Ryan’s tongue flicked each little red berry, getting harder the more he played, each nipple overly sensitive now. Heather whimpered. Ryan grabbed her around the waist, lifting her so her feet were off the ground, kissing her wildly, crushing her mouth.

When he set her down, his hand covered her little ass. He rubbed in a circular motion. Heather felt her clit tense and her muscles tighten. Ryan continued to rub. “Relax,” he instructed as he began to play with her little asshole.

She felt she should be embarrassed but she wasn’t. Lust was all she felt. She didn’t want him to stop. The more he teased, the wetter she got. In some remote part of her mind, this surprised her. Yet, it felt so right. She wanted it. Her hips leaned back into his touch.

He nuzzled her neck. A little shock went through her when he gave her a hard slap on one ass check. It hurt but she craved the pain.

His hands were around her waist again. He wanted to eat her up. He nipped at her neck and sucked at each breast. A fistful of hair was tangled in his fingers. Heather panted and writhed in his grasp.

Ryan sat on the thick carpet and pulled Heather down with him. He cradled her in his lap like a doll. His fingers stroked the otter lips of her sex, tempting her. “Play with your nipples.” Heather reached to pinch each of her nipples, to roll them in her fingers, the sensation felt directly in her clit.

Ryan’s fingers reached deeper inside her, sliding in her wetness. He entered her with two fingers intent on a slow finger-fuck. Her legs stiffened in preparation for the orgasm she sought. “Not yet, baby,” he whispered. He took his fingers out and rubbed his palm over her mound, grinding out pleasure. She was panting
,
along with Ryan.

Without warning, his fingers slid inside her again. She gasped. Her hips moved up and down to meet his strokes. Again, he removed them, only increasing her desperate need. The pad of his thumb found her neglected clit, at last, while she still had a shred of control. He massaged it expertly, just firm enough and slowly, but not too slow.

She begged him to release her orgasm. “Please, please.” Ryan’s already swollen, aching cock got bigger with her pleading. Heather rubbed her nipples as if in a trance. Ryan rubbed her clit, not stopping, pushing her over the edge.

Her orgasm rocked through her body, taking her over, too late to be stopped. She let the waves of pleasure take her, screaming softly throughout. It didn’t seem to end. She gradually relaxed in Ryan’s arms. One orgasm only served to make her want more.

She wanted Ryan inside her and reached out to stroke his hard dick. The thought raced through her mind that she was relieved they wouldn’t have to use a condom. They’d planned for regular sex. She didn’t want anything covering his manhood. She wanted to feel every raw inch of it.

Ryan guided her to get on her hands and knees. She felt primitive in that position, offering her naked butt to him. Yet, it made her hotter than ever. She arched her back, pushing up higher, inviting him. He took both hands and grabbed her ass, hard. Heather lifted even higher and Ryan leaned over and bit her lightly, holding the little rose tattoo on her
right
buttock between his teeth.

His wet tongue found her
dripping
pussy. Ryan breathed in, loving the smell of Heather after she’d come. He tasted the sweet cream between her legs, lapping greedily. He reached under her to cup her breasts, rolling them in his hands. Then, he lifted under her stomach and guided her hips back until she was laying flat. He spread her thighs apart.

Heather buried her head in her hands, feeling completely vulnerable. Ryan’s strong hands spread her ass checks again and his finger pressed on the resistant little hole. The other hand found her warm cleft. He guided her to rub against the soft carpet allowing it to massage her clit. His fingers were inside her again and another orgasm, stronger than the first
began to take her.

She rubbed her clit
fervently
while Ryan slid his fingers in and out of her. Her nipples pressed into the hard surface under her. She couldn’t have stopped the orgasm if she’d wanted to. Her entire vagina convulsed at once and she moaned as she fell into a hard release.

Ryan turned her on her back to face him and balanced his weight on his elbows, looking over her. Seeing the flush in her face and the softness in her eyes heightened his arousal. He bent her legs and placed her calves over his shoulders. “Ryan,” she purred.

He put the bulbous tip of his penis inside her and a male growl roared out of him. He slid deeper and then deeper inside her. His lips kissed her breasts, her nipples,
and
her neck. She had her hands in his hair, running them over his shoulders, wanting him in her forever.

Ryan’s strokes became harder and more insistent. With her legs up over
his shoulders, Heather was
shallow
er
for his penetrations. She felt his long penis probing deeply inside her, filling her up. He swelled even bigger and his fucking speeded up. Her legs were bent back
, her vagina open wide for him.

She cont
inued panting in rhythm with his motions
.
They
moaned together, giving way
to Ryan’s
powerful
release. He tensed his length and
his cock convulsed in orgasm, his balls tight under it. His cum poured out of him, fil
ling Heather to overflowing. His
deep moan of pleasure engulfed her senses. He released long and hard, quiet only when every drop was squeezed from him.

All was silent, only the sounds of their heavy breathing echoed in the room. Ryan lifted his head to kiss her tenderly on the lips. She stroked his jaw and down his neck to his shoulder. The words seemed to come slowly, foreign at first. He’d never uttered them before. Yet, they flowed from him like honey. “I love you, baby.” Tears of joy filled her eyes, her throat constricted and her heart swelled. She reached up to place her hand lovingly on his jaw, adoration glowing in her eyes.

Part III Masquerade – Passion Shattered by Emily Jane Trent ©2012 All Rights Reserved

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