Hidden Passions, Vol 2 Page 9

  He grunted as each spurt of his hot seed erupted in tingling blasts, his back arching as climactic waves flooded from his spine to his stomach, then on to his straining manhood.

  “Kim!” he shouted as finally the tension built into a mind-blowing explosion! He grunted again and again as he lurched, lost in a minefield of passion, lost in his release, lost within her.

  He felt his body begin to soften inside of her gently quivering sheath, causing one last spurt to drop from his cock as he rested lightly against her, trying his best not to crush her beneath his weight.

  “Oh, baby,” she purred, struggling to catch her breath as she held him tighter to her cooling body, enjoying the last lingering aftershocks as they leached the strength from both of them.

  “I still hate the beach,” he breathed into her shoulder, too tired to lift his head.

  “Well, next time, we’ll go to the forest. Will that make you happy, lover?” she asked.

  He paused for a moment, then managed to lift his head high enough to peer into her eyes.

  “That depends. Do you still have that Pocahontas outfit? The leather one with all of those tassels?”

  “Maybe,” she purred, her body quickening at the thoughts popping into her head.

  “I always wanted to tie you up in leather and take you under the stars.”

  She paused for a moment. “I’ll call the travel agent, you call your office and tell them the boss is taking another two weeks off.”

  “God, I love being married to you!” he laughed.

  Alphabetical Order

  He said that he was going to love me alphabetically.

  I had known him for years and it was quite a shock to learn he felt that way about me, for you see, I had always been attracted to him.

  I was surprised to see him standing at my desk before the long holiday weekend, but I was even more surprised by what he said.

  “I have wanted you forever,” he purred, eyes at half-mast. “The time has come for us to stop playing games. I know you want me, too. It’s time we both take what we want.” He lapped at his lower lip slowly, letting me see his tongue play with the fullness there, then he was gone.

  I had the rest of the day to think about his words. It was hard to concentrate on my work. I wondered what he had meant. What did he plan to do? And then I got the fax.

  “I’m going to love you alphabetically, from A to Z. There is nothing to stop us and no one will know. A is for adoration.”

  There was no name, but I knew who it was from.

  I grabbed my briefcase and left early for home. Anticipation caused my blood to thicken and my mouth to go dry. Nerves caused a strange fluttering in my stomach and my hands to lightly tremble. I don’t know how I managed it, but I drove home without incident, not noticing the heat of the afternoon, and headed straight for my shower.

  I really wanted this, wanted him. Had I not, I would have put him in his place with a few choice words before firing him. But the fact I was in the shower preparing myself for his visit was an acknowledgment of sorts. It calmed the butterflies in my stomach and I began to enjoy the preparations I usually reserved for readying myself for a lover.

  I felt the steam of the hot water entering my pores and inhaled the light musk smell of my body wash.

  It reminded me of the scents of wild desire, of demanding sex, of male skin. The sensuous feel of the rich lather on my sponge caused my nipples to harden into straining peaks as I gently washed my breasts. The thought of his hands there, or perhaps his mouth, caused me to shiver and moan at my own lust-filled thoughts. The sound echoed off the slippery shower walls and increased the sensuous atmosphere in my shower stall.

  I ran the sponge over the soft roundness of my thighs and imagined his lips following a trail of fire to my most secret self, of a slim masculine waist trapped between their subtle strength, of the rocking pounding motions of his body as they thrust savagely into me, and of the feel of sweat-dampened skin riding high between those thighs.

  I closed my eyes and another low moan, my moan, filled the moist walls with the sounds of desire, unfulfilled.

  I could picture him; his hair wild and free as he loomed over me, dominant and hungry.

  His eyes would be glazed with passion as they stared at me, his mouth would be parted sensuously, his teeth nipping at his bottom lip as he struggled for control.

  He would be thick and long, stretching me to my fullest as he slowly worked his way inside me.

  I would gasp, maybe feel a bit overstuffed, but he would gently soothe me, hold still and let my body adjust to his intimate invasion.

  He would run kisses along my neck; use those perfectly straight white teeth to nibble at my skin, his strong hands gripping my breasts gently, his thumb rising to run over a hardened nipple.

  His voice would be raspy and deep as he would begin his thrusts, slow, long and steady, his eyes tightly shut as piercing pleasure raced through him.

  Faster and faster, his breath would come; bathing my face in the minty sweetness his breath was always scented with, his hands would drop to my hips as sweat poured from his body.

  He would groan my name as he rose above me, like some magnificent stallion, his control breaking as he would begin to slam himself deeply within me, each hard thrust combining with an equally hard grind, the soft hair at the base of his cock stimulating my clit before he changed the angle of his thrusts. Then it would be the wide base of his cock, slamming against my clit, sending sparks of fire shooting thought me,

  It would be my voice then calling out, screaming in pleasure, urging him to go harder, faster, deeper, and then I…

  With a shudder, I turned off the shower and began to oil my damp body. I owe the softness of my skin to baby oil, and I use it liberally. As the warm oil glided across my heated skin, I could only wonder what adoration he would subject me to. I stood in my bathroom and let the heated oil awaken my nerve endings as it slowly ran down my body, leaving my skin glistening and soft. I trailed a stream of the fragrant stuff over my breasts, watching it roll downward between them, coating my stomach, dipping into my navel, and sliding through the thin patch of trimmed hair that shielded my feminine lips from view.

  After lovingly massaging the oil into every pour, I bent low to rub my legs, relishing the softness of my skin, readying them for a lover’s caress, his grip, his tongue, and anything else he wanted to rub along their length.

  Task completed, I looked into my mirror and nodded at what I saw. Not perfect, but damn perfect for me, and apparently for him as well.

  No sooner had I donned my robe than the doorbell rang.

  Feigning a calmness that I didn’t feel, I walked down the stairs and opened the front door, not letting on how the sound of the bell caused my heart to jump and a flash of liquid desire to rush through my body.

  He walked in, carrying a small sports bag, his hair long black hair still damp from his shower, and tied back in a tail. I was only able to stare wide-eyed and trembling as he stalked through my front door like an animal hot on the scent of its prey.

  Like a charmed creature, my eyes followed his movements, noting the sensual walk and how his pants hugged his ass.

  Without a word, he closed the door with a flick of his wrist, grasped my hand, and led me to the living room.

  A large wall of windows offering a spectacular view of Baltimore’s Inner Harbor dominates my living room. It was just before sunset and it was to those very windows he led me. The room was awash with purples and pinks of sundown as he slowly pulled the tie to my robe.

  “I adore the way you look at me,” he whispered as my robe slithered open to reveal my nakedness, now being kissed by the twilight colors. “I adore your boldness,” he murmured as the robe slid from my shoulders to pool at my bare feet.

  I stood there proudly, as befitting my nature, and buzzing with anticipation as I wondered what he would do next, or if I even wanted to guess.

  “I adore your body,” he whispered as he stood before
me, dropping his bag to the floor. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing the massive wall of muscle that was his chest, which tapered to a perfect V and was covered with a light down of body hair as black as sin.

  His arms were bulging with muscles and perfectly framed his beautiful chest. A tinge of gold caught my eye and I could only gape at the small gold ring piercing his left nipple. Strangely, it aroused me to the point I had to fight for breath, and a small jolt of lust shot through my body like lightning.

  “All of me,” he added as he unbuttoned his pants under my amazed gaze, “is for you.”

  It was obvious the picture of me in my nude glory affected him. The evidence was straining to break free from its cloth confinement.

  I stepped forward to help with its escape, but he shook his head no, and I stood still. As thrilling as it was for me to have him watch me nude, I wanted to see him in his natural state. The piercing was a surprise and I impatiently wondered what else he had kept hidden from me, from the office, from the world.

  I was not to wait long, for he ripped away the thong that held back his hair and kicked his shoes from his feet. He took a step closer as he slowly lowered the zipper of those tailored pleated pants. Again I caught my breath as the civilized gabardine slid down to reveal legs corded with muscles and abs that screamed to be nibbled and licked. The light dusting of hair looked as soft as the long mane of hair upon his head. It was a startling contrast, soft down of hair on the whipcord steel of his muscles.

  Only one barrier remained as he circled me quietly, as if recording my every feature, my every expression, in his mind.

  “I adore the way you touch me,” he whispered from behind into my right ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

  “But I haven’t…” I managed in a voice raspy with desire.

  “In my dreams,” he whispered in my left ear, causing a similar reaction.

  His hot moist breath made me shudder as it graced my sensitive ears. The scent of him was better than anything I could name. The ends of his long hair brushed my shoulders and back, the cool dampness raising goosebumps as it glided over my skin.

  He grasped my hands from behind my back, the shock of his fiery touch almost causing my knees to buckle.

  “Touch me,” he commanded as he guided my hands over his sides to snag those tiny black briefs, and together we edged them down.

  I could not resist running my hands over those hard thighs, his hair tickling my palms and making my fingers itch to feel more. His soft growl made me eager to turn and see the treasures I had revealed.

  His hands, those hard yet gentle hands, cupped my hips and pulled me back into the throbbing hardness of him. Before my thoughts could register the sensations flowing through my body at his slightest touch, he slid those burning hands around my waist to cradle my breasts.

  My breath hissed from between my teeth and my head fell back to rest on his strong shoulder. I felt a rush of desire so strong it bordered on pain and caused my knees to buckle. My fingers dug into the muscles of his thighs as his hands began to knead and pull at my erect nipples, forcing them to harden further.

  “I adore the way you feel,” he rasped in my ear. “The way you smell.” He ran his lips down the side of my neck. “The way you taste.” He growled before he clamped his teeth down on the tender skin where shoulder and neck meet, sinking his teeth in sharply. As I gasped, he lapped away the pleasure/pain with a rough tongue, making my body arch further into his hands as he firmly kneaded me.

  This was madness! My head swirled with the feelings he evoked within my body. One hand left the beautiful agony he had made of my breasts to travel a straight path to the crisp hair guarding my innermost secrets. His fingers tangled there, tugging slightly as his other hand continued to pluck at my turgid nipple.

  “I adore your heat,” he gasped as his fingers found my wetness, caressed my hidden lips, stroked my hardened nub, making sex the essence of my being.

  With a strangled cry, I turned to face him. I had to touch him! I had to feel his hard cock in my hands. I needed to bury my face in his chest and inhale his smell. I had to taste that banquet of male flesh and lick that damn nipple ring that had taunted me from across the room.

  He took my mouth in a savage kiss, his tongue penetrating then mastering mine. I whimpered as he devoured my mouth and moved his punishing kisses to my neck.

  As these kisses dropped lower, he fell to his knees and the breasts he made throb were drawn into his hot greedy mouth. I cried out at the wonderful sensation, my hands tangled in his long dark hair I had yearned to touch for so long.

  But he pulled against my desperate grasp and his mouth traveled lower to nibble at my navel and lave the quivering flesh of my stomach. Lower he licked, and then he paused to press his face into my stomach for a tender embrace, before he moved his mouth lower.

  First I felt his breath, warm and moist. Then his voice reached my ears.

  “B is for brutal. I’m going to love you, brutally.”

  His mouth invaded my feminine core. He nipped, he sucked, he licked, and my pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. My fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as my knees felt weak. His arms caught me and lowered me to the carpeted floor. Flashes—electric flashes—shot through my legs to the very heart of me. I whimpered as I tried to pull away. It was too much too fast. I had no control.

  Then two of his fingers were thrusting into me, stretching me, pressing against that hidden spot within me, finding it by my startled scream, and returning to caress it over and over again.

  But that wasn’t enough for him.

  I felt the fingers of his free hand run over my wet lips, gathering up moisture, and then I felt them dip low over the skin of my perineum.

  I jumped as the caresses ignited fires in a place lower than my clit, as I felt a different sort of hunger that needed to be satisfied.

  I moaned, desperate for anything to fill my aching emptiness, and he provided for what I needed in the form of his rough finger trailing over the puckered skin of my rosebud.

  My head thrashed from side to side at the combined sensations, but I was still hungry for more, needed more, needed that extra something.

  Then his finger was pressing inside, easing past the muscle of my sphincter, just wiggling, setting nerves I never knew I had on fire.

  “Please!” I managed to gasp as the finger went deeper, the burning sting turned to burning pleasure as wave after wave of delight swept over my body.

  “C is for climax,” he growled before taking the seed of my desire into his mouth, and suckled hard all the while flicking with the tip of his tongue.

  Like a flash fire, ecstasy drenched my body. Charges of electricity centered on the nub of flesh that he expertly worked between his lips. My inner muscles began to clench and spasm and still he suckled. My body trembled and arched under his masterful tongue and obeyed his every command. I threw back my head and shouted my pleasure to the very heavens as waves of hot release poured over me. Finally, this great explosion eased into small aftershocks, but still he gently bathed me with his tongue until they ceased.

  Slowly he crawled up my body like some fierce wild-eyed jungle cat, his lips drenched with my dew, his hair trailing fire as it brushed against my still trembling body. He pressed his face close to mine and I could breathe in his essence intermingled with mine.

  “D is for devastation,” he purred just before he slammed his full length into me.

  A shock of passion filled me and made my body buck beneath his. This change from tender lover to demanding master happened so swiftly, I barely had time to take it in. His staff was so long and thick there was barely an inch between us. I could feel his devastating thrusts throughout my entire body. A strangled cry was trapped in my throat as he lifted my legs over his shoulders and slid even deeper inside me. I was throbbing, convulsing around him, and I wanted more.

  His hammering thrusts took my breath away and I clutched at his shoulders, his hair, trying to move him fas
ter, harder, and deeper. Then it happened. A tingling heat coursed down my legs and shot to my toes. The burning in my sex increased to almost painful levels. I could only shake my head from side to side as a low throb settled within me, making my nether lips tremble with want. The world tilted as my inner walls grabbed at him. He groaned as they continued to milk him. Like some great wild beast, he threw back his head and roared his release to the world.

  The sight and sound of it sent me off again on my own enchanted journey. This magnificent creature riding between my thighs, trying to devastate me, was the devastated one.

  He slowly lowered my legs and eased down beside me, pulling me to rest on his damp, heaving chest.

  Recovering my breath, I lay there and toyed with his nipple ring, rolling the warm metal between my fingers. His gentle laugh caused me to look up at him. Small locks of ebony hair stuck to his damp forehead and a light flush highlighted his dark skin.

  “What is E for?” I cautiously asked.

  His recovery was almost instant!

  “E is for erogenous zones,” he replied as he took my hand and pressed it firmly against his pierced nipple. At his prompting, I flicked the little gold ring and reveled in his gasp of renewed pleasure. Soon I was tugging and rolling the ring and he urged me to do more. Tentatively, I straddled his damp body and bent my head to that little golden treat.

  “Yes!” he hissed as I flicked the tip of my tongue over his nipple. He threw his head back, exposing his neck as I took that loop of gold between my teeth and lightly pulled.

  Desperately his hands sought my head to pull me closer to the stinging pleasure I was giving him. Those fingers massaged and coaxed me into licking away his slight pain before I began to trail my nails over his washboard stomach. I wanted to see him beneath me, being dominated by me. I wanted to make him beg.

  I reversed my position on his chest so that I could see the massive cock that had brought me to such high peaks. And there, surrounded by a thin patch of baby-fine hair, was my joystick. Long and thick, I could wrap both of my hands around him and still not fully cover his length. He gasped and I wondered how he had fit all of himself inside of me. The skin was the softest I have ever felt. It was hot and sticky with our combined essence, a startling contrast to the hardness it encased. Even as I watched, it seemed to throb and grow still another inch. Unable to help myself, I lowered my head and took him into my mouth, gently cupping his sac in my hand.