Sex Unlimited(13)

“Oh my God, Brisban You’re trying to kill me aren’t you.”

“No and yes … or maybe I’m bringing you back to life.”

Holy hell.

“Lift that gorgeous ass of yours up for me,” he commands. I shift and thrust my pelvis upwards and a pillow is pushed just beneath my bottom. “Now relax and bend your knees just so, then let them fall apart.” His hands guide my legs apart and open wide for him. In no rush at all, he caresses my inner thighs languidly turning me into nothing but putty. I’m his right now. All his to take and control.

It’s intoxicating.

“Yes, don’t be shy, Candace. You have a beautiful pussy with just the perfect shades of pink in just the right places. I could look at you like this all night.”

Huge butterfly wings sweep my ribcage fluttering at rapid speeds, and I feel dizzy with desire as warm fingers spread the lips of my pussy back. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance. Thank you, God.

I’m dying to have him inside of me. He pushes into me just far enough so that all that’s inside my pussy is the head. “I want more. Please give me more,” I beg.

“More of what, Candace?” he asks as he circles my clit with his thumb. “Tell me what you want more of.”

“You, I want more of you. Please,” I pant. I feel as if my heart is going to leap right from my chest.

“You have me. I’m right here, darling. But you have to tell me specifically what you want. I won’t give it to you until you tell me. Say the words, Candace. I know what you want because it’s what I want too. I want to slam my cock into this hot tight pussy of yours so bad I can barely stand it, but I want to hear you say it.”

In a rush of hurried breath, I scream the words, “Fuck me, Brisban! Fuck me hard and fuck me right now.”

With one swift thrust he’s inside me, balls deep. An animalistic moan escapes my throat. He grasps my legs and pulls them up over his broad shoulders, allowing him to penetrate me even deeper. He pulls back in slow motion, then slams into me with a force I’ve never felt before. It’s demanding and possessive. With every thrust, my body rocks against the soft fabric of the bed linens. The only sounds in the room are of the flesh of two bodies slapping against one another.

Harder and faster he moves. His fingers dig into my legs as he pounds into me with a determination that feels like my undoing.

Then abruptly he stops.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, breathing hard.

“A condom, I forgot to put on a fucking condom. I’m so sorry, babe. So damn sorry. Give me a minute.” His voice breaks as he tries to catch his breath.

“Brisban, it’s okay. I can’t get pregnant. We tried for many years with many methods and it just isn’t possible for me. I’m clean, and if you’re clean as well, it’s okay.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, concerned. I reach up to remove the tie from my eyes. “No, keep it on. I’m not done with you. This is a minor fuck up on my part. I just got carried away.”

I stop and rest my hand at my side. “Okay, and yes, I’m sure.”

He’s back inside me, warm and hot, skin on skin again. This time he’s fiercer than before. He fucks me hard and without abandon. With every thrust he grunts and I scream out his name, allowing him to hear and feel how good he’s making this for me. He begins massaging my clit again with his thumb and the orgasm sneaks up on me. Without a moment to mentally prepare it rips through my body, releasing every single ounce of tension from my body in a slow, steady relief. My toes actually curl.

Damn.

“That’s right, beautiful. Let me hear you come. You’re so wet and you feel fucking good. I own this pussy when we are together. Do you hear me, Candace?” I nod and he thrusts in and out never slowing down. “Even when we are apart I want you to remember how I own you when we’re together.”

With a last thrust he comes deep inside me, pulsating his hot cum into me and filling me up with all of his desire. It’s incredible.

And I still want more.





“You’re good at this. Are all of the others as lucky as I’ve been?” I say, hooking my bra back together. I slide the straps up onto my shoulders when I feel him there. Two strong hands begin massaging my shoulders. “Mmmm,” I murmur.

“Candace, you’re the first woman I’ve met on a matching site. I’ve only been with a few women since my divorce and those were awful blind dates my family or friends set me up on.”

I suddenly feel shitty for even mentioning it. I certainly don’t need him thinking I care about his past relationships. “It’s okay really. Your past isn’t any of my business. I was paying you a compliment. You’re an incredible lover. Truly, you are.”