And now on with another one of Mirr's jewels. She's been sitting on this one for quite a bit but I can't let her any longer...
Title: "Her Lover"
Author: Miranda Bell
Type: RPF het
Rating: NC-17
Her Lover
She came out of the bathroom in only a red silk slip thinking she was ready for him, but it turned out he was ready for her.
Now her wrists are tied to the bedposts with soft scarves and his beautiful bulk is stretched over her, lush lips kissing her, tongue teasing her, her whole body taut and lifting up against him. She wants to sink her fingers into his thick, dark hair but she can’t, she’s helpless as his mouth leaves her and trails down her neck.
“Karl,” she murmurs softly.
“Baby,” he breathes. He looks up and hazel eyes burn her momentarily before he drops his mouth back to her perfumed skin.
He reaches a breast and sucks the nipple into ripeness through the fabric, leaving a wet mark as he moves to the other side. The tug of his teeth against her flesh sends tiny arrows of desire skittering towards her groin and she feels herself moistening, readying for him, aching for him as always.
His wide warm hands continue their journey downward, stroking firmly over her belly and hips before he parts her thighs and moves between them. She gasps involuntarily, feeling cool air as he slides the slip upwards, exposing her tingling pussy to him.
“Open you legs wider, baby,” he commands softly. “Slide your feet up. Let me see more of you.”
She obeys, and he gives an appreciative, feral growl at what he sees.
“You’re so wet, hon. Did I do that? Is that for me?”
“Don’t ask, just taste,” she whispers.
“With pleasure.”
She shivers in anticipation as he lowers his mouth, but he halts an inch away from her aching flesh.
“Karl,” she whispers, lifting her pelvis, trying to connect.
“So eager, baby.” Amusement mixed with arousal.
She feels the touch of his tongue on her clit and bucks as though hit with electricity. Always, always so good. He laps at her and she writhes in pleasure, revelling in sensation as he runs his tongue over all the soft contours of her pussy.
“You taste so sweet, hon,” he croons. She’s wetter just hearing the words.
A finger traces her moist labia then slides just inside her, making slow, tiny circles. Her hum of delight becomes a cry when he adds a second finger and slides both deep into her slick depths. She rocks and squeezes around their welcome invasion, moans spilling from her. His tongue is everywhere now, roaming inside and out, driving her crazy. Her orgasm builds in her belly, ready to burst forth and drench him with her juices.
Suddenly he’s pulling out of her.
“Nooo,” she keens, desperate and wanting as he lifts himself off the bed. He raises a wicked eyebrow.
“Sorry, baby, there’s something I forgot to do.”
Standing there like a tousled god he starts to unbutton the shirt that seems to have been made expressly to hug every muscle of his broad frame. Inch by inch his gorgeous chest is exposed to her, then his hard belly with its dusting of dark hair leading suggestively downward. He slides the shirt off and lets it fall, posing bare-chested, divine. She licks her lips as he undoes the top button of his trousers, and as he slowly unzips she’s surprised that his hard cock springs free immediately. Hell, if she’d known he’d been just one layer of material away from her all through dinner she’d definitely have tried a little something under the table.
“What are you smiling at, you minx?” he asks her.
“Nothing important,” she reassures. “Don’t let me stop the show.”
He grins and starts to lower his trousers over his hips.
“Turn around,” she commands, as if she’s in a position to issue orders. “Let me see everything.”
“I’m just a piece of meat to you, aren’t I?” he sighs, obediently revolving.
“But what a piece.”
She sucks in her breath as he slides the trousers down to reveal taut buttocks and gives her a smile over his shoulder so cheeky and sexy she’d almost believe he’s been taking lessons from a professional.
Kicking the crumpled material over bare feet, he turns back, and there he is, her dark-haired lover in all his naked glory. His curved hard-on rears skyward. Thick, veined, perfect. Ready.
He hefts it in one hand, runs the other over chest… belly… thighs… then gently reaches under to stroke his balls. She bites her lip as his long fingers grip his shaft and start to work it, hips rocking forward and back to push the hot flesh through his cupped palm. He rubs his thumb over the moisture gathering at the tip, massages it over his swollen crown, and they both moan softly together.
“Now, baby,” he rasps, breath hitching as he looks down at her and continues to grip and thrust, “I’ve got so many options here, you’ll have to help me choose. I could just go looking at you all naked and hot like you are and keep doing this until I blow. Want me to do that, hon?”
She never tires of seeing him pleasuring himself like this, building up to a fever pitch of groans and curses until pearly come jets over his hands and belly, or her waiting, willing body. But he shouldn’t have left her aching from his tongue and fingers if that’s what he wanted tonight.
“Maybe,” she says.
“Maybe? Well, that’s not the right option then,” he laughs. “What if I untie you, baby? Would you come here and put your pretty mouth around me, take over so I can wrap my hands in all that beautiful hair and let you work your crazy magic on me? Get that tongue snaking all over me and take me deep ’til I explode, baby? You know I’d love it.”
His cock looks so good as it slides through his grip she knows she’d love it too. But still -
“Maybe,” she says again.
“Uh-oh, that’s two maybes,” he says, shaking his head. “Guess I’m just going to have to find something that you’d really - ”
Suddenly, like a big cat with its prey, he’s sprung smoothly onto the bed and has her pinned beneath the weight, the warmth, the scent, the sheer masculinity of his body.
“ - really like.”
She looks at the heavenly face above her, full inviting lips, wide sculpted cheekbones, nose slightly turned up like a little boy’s, hazel eyes glowing with desire she still sometimes can’t believe is for her. He kisses her gently then reaches between them, grasps his cock and rubs the hot tip of it lightly over her dripping labia. She gasps, and he nuzzles her cheek.
“What would you like, baby?”
“Karl…”
He kisses her again, and the dual feeling of his tongue stroking hers and his cock stroking her pussy makes her moan.
“Ohh, now that sounds more encouraging. So maybe you’d like to get a little of this inside you?”
“Not just a little,” she purrs, nipping his earlobe.
“Really? How much, hon?”
“Karl…” She bucks against him, spreading her legs, lifting up, trying to reach more of him.
“What are you trying to tell me, baby? That you want all of me inside you? Everything I’ve got, hard, hot and deep, deep inside you, filling you up?”
“Karl!” She’s in agony. If she wasn’t tied up she’d flip him over and impale herself on him.
His breath is warm against her ear.
“Sounds like a yes to me. It’s what I want too, baby. To be inside you all the way, have you all tight and juicy and squeezing around my cock. Just say the word.”
“Karl, please, please, I’m begging you…”
He spreads her legs, cups her behind, positions that thick, beautiful shaft of flesh between her eager pussy lips. “Please is enough, baby. A woman should never have to beg.”
He grins down at her.
“Although I love it when you do.”
And with that he jerks forward and sinks in to the hilt, sheathing himself in her welcoming heat. Her breasts push up against him and her arms stretch against her bonds, aching to wrap around his strong back as he starts to take her.
“Oh god…” he groans, and whispers her name against her ear. And, after all he’s put her through, that’s all it takes for her. Her first orgasm crashes around his pistoning cock, slicking them both with new wetness as he thrusts magnificently into her. He hisses with delight but doesn’t let up, and she doesn’t want him to. She wants to take a few steadying breaths then fall into his rhythm. Wants to take him to her next, greater climax, shattering as his come flowers and fills her. Wants the stunned, sated aftermath where he’ll gently untie her and she’ll cradle his spent strength in her aching arms.
Wants Karl, always Karl.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” he whispers against her.
“It’s mutual, Karl, it’s mutual.”
And they ride on.
~ Fin ~
