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Maeve
I was freezing cold and dripping wet, quite literally everywhere, beads of water rolling down my body.
But I stood there naked in the moonlight as he grabbed one of the cotton towels and kneeled before me. Watching this man on his knees waiting on me was fucking erotic. He was so handsome, burly, and primal in the shadows of the night. He started to towel off my feet.
“Spread your legs.” I happily obliged, opening my thighs, and as his hands used the towel, I felt the cool wetness of his lips press against my plush skin.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into his neck as he called out for me.
He moved his hands up my thighs and to the very backs of them as he gently kissed along my body.
As my breath quickened, I leaned down to move his face away from that area. “I have…stretch marks there.” I knew it was perfectly normal after two kids, but I was embarrassed. It wasn’t something that I liked to flaunt after my body changed over the years.
Christian paused right over the stretch marks I had on the back of my thighs. He was on his knees with his arms wrapped around my leg and his lips hovering over my skin when he looked up at me, his eyes glazed with greedy demand.
“Do you think that will deter me?” I nodded slowly.
Christian's warm breath caressed my skin as he chuckled softly, his lips still hovering over the stretch marks. "Firecracker, these are the marks of a warrior, a testament to what your body has brought into this world. They are like the brushstrokes of an artist, creating a masterpiece of beauty that is uniquely yours." His words washed over me like a soothing melody, erasing any self-consciousness I had felt moments ago. "To me, they are a part of you, and I want to devour every part of you." He pressed his lips onto my sensitive skin as his free hand grabbed the bottom of my ass.
His hand brushed past my core, and he paused momentarily. “But I won’t be able to wipe this part dry, will I?”
I emitted a low, breathy chuckle. “I don’t think so.”
His smile spread so wide on his lips as he ditched the towel on the ground and grabbed my waist. He stayed kneeling on the deck as he reached up with his hands, spreading my legs even farther apart and positioning himself right underneath me.
His one hand held my waist as he grazed a finger at my very wet opening.
“Waiting for me?”
“Always.”
“Tell me how much you need my fingers inside you, finger fucking you into oblivion?”
A haze of sensual fervor crept into my brain, and I thought of absolutely nothing except the man on his knees in front of me.
“I’m waiting, big boy.” I winked, and immediately, I could feel two fingers thrust inside me as his other hand held my waist steady. My head instinctually leaned backward as I exhaled in pleasure.
His fingers moved in and out of me, and I could feel my knees wobble from the absolute assault he gave my body.
“Beautiful wet goddess that you are,” he muttered, and I watched as he finger fucked me. His eyes were intent on giving me everything.
“Your pleasure makes me so fucking hard.” His voice was breathless, yet he continued to use his fingers, adding another one as he fucked my pussy raw.
“Christian,” I begged. “I need you to lay me down on the recliner and fuck me.”
“God, did I tell you how much I love your fucking dirty mouth, my little dirty slut?”
He removed his fingers, and I missed them as soon as they left my tingling core. I felt rather empty but still as needy and desperate.
He lifted me and dropped me onto one of the pool recliners. I spread my legs, and he stalked up toward me. He trailed up to my mouth, laying kisses on me as he moved.
Just as he got to my core again, he pulled my legs as far apart as they would go, and he kissed all the way to my opening, making my thighs quiver in anticipation.
“You taste so sweet and delicious. My good little girl,” he purred. I arched my back and slammed my pussy against his mouth right as he laughed into me.
Immediately, his tongue went to work, licking me from top to bottom and gently swirling his tongue around the opening of my ass.
He swirled around me, licking my cunt while using his fingers to press into my G-spot. I sank deeper into the most amazing oblivion that I could ever imagine while he sucked me dry.
“This is my sweet little pussy,” he growled into me between strokes of his tongue.
“All yours,” I moaned back.
“You promise that I will only ever be the one eating this pretty pink pussy?” No thinking. I was lost in his touch, taste, and smell right now. Of course it was only ever going to be him. I was absolutely and utterly addicted to him.
“It is only ever you, Christian.” He gave me one last swipe of his tongue before he trailed kisses all the way up to my mouth. It was still chilly because of the evening wind, and I shivered a little bit just as his mouth reached my lips.
“Cold?”
I nodded quickly. Before I knew it, he’d lifted and carried me into the house before standing me in our living room. He leaned down and started a fire while I grabbed a plush blanket from the couch, laid it on the floor, and threw some pillows around it.
“Sit,” I demanded and practically pushed him onto the edge of the couch. He was always so possessive with me, and I wanted to give that back to him.
He complied with the twist of his lips, knowing I was up to something devious.
I grabbed his throbbing cock in my hands and thrust my hand up and down from root to tip for a moment, watching the precum dripping onto my hands before I lowered my head toward his shaft.
I opened my mouth just as he taught me and took him deep within my throat, breathing through my nose, making sure not to gag this time.
“Who is such a good girl?” he praised, and I melted into him, pulling him even deeper down my throat.
“Take me, firecracker. Take all of me.” I did exactly as he told me to and pressed my thick lips around him, gliding up and down, taking him as deep as I could. I reached down and cupped his balls, giving them a little squeeze as he moaned feverishly.
“Your mouth was made for me, firecracker,” he praised yet again, and I loved the way he would interchange both degradation and praise in the same experience. It was both crude and alluring at the same time.
I could feel him close to coming, and I lifted off him before I tossed my body backward and got on all fours.
“Fuck me, Christian,” I moaned. He practically jumped from the couch and was behind me on his knees within seconds.
The very tip of him pressed against my core as I shoved my face into a pillow and used my hands to spread my ass to give him room to enter me.
I could feel him slowly approach from behind, and within moments, he was inside my tight pussy, and my craving for him just exploded.
He grabbed my hips, and I placed my hands on the floor to brace myself on all fours. Using my hips as leverage, he thrust all the way into me.
“Oh fuck, you are so big,” I wailed out in a combination of pleasure and pain as he pushed his thick cock deep inside me. He laughed deeply before thrusting even harder. I matched his rhythm with my hips, and we were immediately in sync with each other. He was right. We were made for each other.
Suddenly, his hands circled my ass.
“If this gets uncomfortable at any point, you need to tell me.” I nodded quickly. “I need you to agree with your words, firecracker.”
“Okay. Yes,” I whimpered breathlessly, waiting for him.
As his cock kept thrusting into me, he pressed his thumb against my backside entrance. The pressure alone drove my orgasm closer to exploding.
Suddenly, he paused and told me to reach the edge of the couch and hold on. I felt his fingers glide through my wet core, bringing my arousal up to my ass.
One hand rotated back and forth between my breasts, rolling my nipples around while the other pushed into my ass. I screamed out in pain.
“You need to relax. Take a deep breath,” he instructed. I did exactly what he told me to and attempted to relax everything while his finger pressed inside my ass. His other hand pinched my nipple, and all the pain circulated into my body just as he continued to impale my pussy with his cock.
It was an emotion that I couldn’t put into words. So much pain was happening, but an immense amount of sheer pleasure began to take root.
He kept thrusting as his finger pressed deeper into my ass. His other hand moved from pinching to rolling my nipples.
“I’m going to come,” I whispered.
“Me too,” he responded curtly.
Thrust. Whimper. Slam. It was so much, almost too much.
“My sweet little cunt,” he murmured as he released my sore nipples and brought that hand to the top of my cunt, flicking my clit as his other hand circled my backside.
Immediately, I felt a release of warmth as I writhed from underneath him, black spots dotting my vision as a rush of warm liquid poured into me. We both moaned out a symphony of pleasure before I collapsed onto the warm, fluffy blanket and lay splayed out while he grabbed a towel to clean us.
He gently cleaned our mess before joining me on the blanketed rug.
“I will never ever get sick of fucking you,” he said to the ceiling, and I rolled over so I was facing up.
“Are you just saying that because we are in the aftermath of whatever the fuck that was?” Because using words to describe something that felt so indescribable felt like a disservice.
“Absolutely not.” He propped up on his elbow so he was facing me. “I told you I’m never lying to you again.”
I gave him a small smile.
“Do you wanna go take a shower?” He winked, and I laughed as he whisked me upstairs and into the shower.
We had sex four more times that night before we both passed out in our bed…a.k.a. Christian’s room.
I woke up to an empty bed and walked downstairs to see coffee and a breakfast spread.
“You made all of this?” I asked.
“No.” He laughed. “I may have borrowed Julian’s chef for the morning.”
“Wow. Thank you. It all looks so good.” I sat at the table and grabbed a few pieces of lox and bagel while Christian pulled out a chair beside mine.
“Did you sleep okay?” Christian winked, which only made me emit a small giggle.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I offered honestly. I knew it would upset him, but if he was being truthful with me, then I needed to be that with him. I was worried he would run away.
“I don’t think there will be a day when I don’t apologize, but I really mean it, Maeve. I am not running out on you again.”
“What are we going to do today?” I asked, knowing that I didn’t have to go to work for a few hours.
“We haven't destroyed the front room yet?” Christian offered a wink.
“You are wild, Christian West.” I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before he pulled me onto his lap.
“Maeve?”
“Mm-hmm,” I responded around bites of my bagel.
“You mean so much to me.” I officially felt myself melt into a puddle.