Run Away
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,404
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Run Away
She stepped into the room, locking the door behind her and felt the warmth of the flickering candlelight and soft music relax her. Kicking off her shoes, she stepped to the edge of the bed and smiled at the sight of his muscular nude form. She began to undress slowly as she held his eyes, dark, mysterious, unreadable. Uncertain if they held passion or suppressed anger, she trembled slightly as she slid her panties down and off and stood hesitantly at the foot of the bed.
He watched her quietly for a long moment, before asking in his deep, guttural voice, “Did you miss me, Sweetheart?”
Feeling her eyes well, she nodded her head quickly, not trusting her voice.
“How much?” His tone held no warmth and she felt a tear slip down one cheek.
“Let me show you.” She softly replied as her eyes dropped to his massive erection. When she went to place a knee on the bed, he stopped her by scooting down to her and placing his hands on her waist. Pressing his lips to the spot between her breasts, he held her tightly for a moment before looking up.
“Not yet.”
She felt warmth rush to her groin at the threat in his tone and let out a soft, startled cry when he tugged her arm and caused her to fall across his knee. One strong hand on the small of her back held her in place as he lightly rubbed a hand across her rounded flesh. Raising his arm back, he send his open palm flying and felt her body jump, heard her shocked gasp. Aiming carefully, ignoring her increasing protests, he steadily, relentlessly marked every inch of her ass with his handprint.
Pausing, he moved a hand between her thighs, slapping them lightly apart. At her resistance, he snapped out, “Open your legs.”
Reluctantly, she spread her legs, and waited, trembling. When his hand began to spank her swollen lips and clit, light, quick, and stingingly, she gave out a keening cry that threatened to turn into a scream.
Pausing to lay a flat hand against her warm skin, he asked flatly, “Do you really love me?”
He followed his question with a vicious slap to her upturned ass, forcing a crying response, “Yes!”
In the same, cold, level tone, he asked, “Will you ever leave me again?” and landed another vicious slap.
“No!” Her voice broke on the word as the guilt-pain-relief finally overwhelmed her and she began to softly cry.
Reaching down, he pulled her up and into his arms, holding her as she cried and clung to him. After a few moments, she moved to straddle him, wrapping her legs tightly around him and began kissing him urgently.
His hands reached to lift and lower her slowly onto him, and he groaned at her slick heat and tightness. Reaching up to wipe tears from her face, he watched her eyes widen and roll up at the nearly forgotten sensation.
Gripping her hips, he began moving her back and forth, reaching up to press her against him when she took over and began grinding her hips rhythmically, grasping and releasing him from within, over and over and over, clinging onto his shoulders, biting and sucking his earlobe as he rode the feeling to its crest. She continued riding him as he exploded violently into her, shooting deeply, and holding her in a vice-like grip.
Falling back, he pulled her on top of him and held her quietly for a moment, listening to her uneven breathing. When she began to squirm, restless and needy, against him, and against his hands gripping her heated bottom, he smiled and rolled over to pin her beneath him.
Looking into her green eyes, bright with tears, and her lips, swollen with his kiss, he felt his groin tighten and swell again. Trailing kisses down her belly, he parted her legs and latched onto her clit. With deft skill and knowledge, he brought her to a peak quickly, pausing to feel her throb and writhe against him. Keeping his mouth directly on her, he sucked gently, holding her firmly when she tried to move away. In less than ten minutes, he brought her to a higher peak, laughing to himself when she quit fighting and began to hold his head down onto her.
Slithering up the length of her damp, sated body, he pressed his erection against her and whispered deeply, “Now. Now you can show me how much you missed me.”
With a half-laugh, half-cry she rolled over onto him and slid down to do exactly that. Cupping his balls and gently massaging them with one hand, she moved her hand, tongue, and lips over him in loving familiarity. He was huge. Huge, and he wasn’t even fully erect. Determined to bring the beast fully awake, she moved her wet mouth over him tightly, slickly, following closely with her hand, taking him as deeply as she could, letting her tongue run down the length of him, and felt him grow, and grow, and grow. When she heard him sigh, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” and felt his balls begin to tighten in her hand, she knew she had him. Squeezing gently, she kept up her soft, wet assault and latched onto him and sucked when he lost control, swallowing his salty fluids and feeling the throb and flutter of his orgasm with satisfaction. She’d brought him to this point. She felt a sense of power and realized it was a gift he’d given her. The gift of trust.
He watched her quietly for a long moment, before asking in his deep, guttural voice, “Did you miss me, Sweetheart?”
Feeling her eyes well, she nodded her head quickly, not trusting her voice.
“How much?” His tone held no warmth and she felt a tear slip down one cheek.
“Let me show you.” She softly replied as her eyes dropped to his massive erection. When she went to place a knee on the bed, he stopped her by scooting down to her and placing his hands on her waist. Pressing his lips to the spot between her breasts, he held her tightly for a moment before looking up.
“Not yet.”
She felt warmth rush to her groin at the threat in his tone and let out a soft, startled cry when he tugged her arm and caused her to fall across his knee. One strong hand on the small of her back held her in place as he lightly rubbed a hand across her rounded flesh. Raising his arm back, he send his open palm flying and felt her body jump, heard her shocked gasp. Aiming carefully, ignoring her increasing protests, he steadily, relentlessly marked every inch of her ass with his handprint.
Pausing, he moved a hand between her thighs, slapping them lightly apart. At her resistance, he snapped out, “Open your legs.”
Reluctantly, she spread her legs, and waited, trembling. When his hand began to spank her swollen lips and clit, light, quick, and stingingly, she gave out a keening cry that threatened to turn into a scream.
Pausing to lay a flat hand against her warm skin, he asked flatly, “Do you really love me?”
He followed his question with a vicious slap to her upturned ass, forcing a crying response, “Yes!”
In the same, cold, level tone, he asked, “Will you ever leave me again?” and landed another vicious slap.
“No!” Her voice broke on the word as the guilt-pain-relief finally overwhelmed her and she began to softly cry.
Reaching down, he pulled her up and into his arms, holding her as she cried and clung to him. After a few moments, she moved to straddle him, wrapping her legs tightly around him and began kissing him urgently.
His hands reached to lift and lower her slowly onto him, and he groaned at her slick heat and tightness. Reaching up to wipe tears from her face, he watched her eyes widen and roll up at the nearly forgotten sensation.
Gripping her hips, he began moving her back and forth, reaching up to press her against him when she took over and began grinding her hips rhythmically, grasping and releasing him from within, over and over and over, clinging onto his shoulders, biting and sucking his earlobe as he rode the feeling to its crest. She continued riding him as he exploded violently into her, shooting deeply, and holding her in a vice-like grip.
Falling back, he pulled her on top of him and held her quietly for a moment, listening to her uneven breathing. When she began to squirm, restless and needy, against him, and against his hands gripping her heated bottom, he smiled and rolled over to pin her beneath him.
Looking into her green eyes, bright with tears, and her lips, swollen with his kiss, he felt his groin tighten and swell again. Trailing kisses down her belly, he parted her legs and latched onto her clit. With deft skill and knowledge, he brought her to a peak quickly, pausing to feel her throb and writhe against him. Keeping his mouth directly on her, he sucked gently, holding her firmly when she tried to move away. In less than ten minutes, he brought her to a higher peak, laughing to himself when she quit fighting and began to hold his head down onto her.
Slithering up the length of her damp, sated body, he pressed his erection against her and whispered deeply, “Now. Now you can show me how much you missed me.”
With a half-laugh, half-cry she rolled over onto him and slid down to do exactly that. Cupping his balls and gently massaging them with one hand, she moved her hand, tongue, and lips over him in loving familiarity. He was huge. Huge, and he wasn’t even fully erect. Determined to bring the beast fully awake, she moved her wet mouth over him tightly, slickly, following closely with her hand, taking him as deeply as she could, letting her tongue run down the length of him, and felt him grow, and grow, and grow. When she heard him sigh, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” and felt his balls begin to tighten in her hand, she knew she had him. Squeezing gently, she kept up her soft, wet assault and latched onto him and sucked when he lost control, swallowing his salty fluids and feeling the throb and flutter of his orgasm with satisfaction. She’d brought him to this point. She felt a sense of power and realized it was a gift he’d given her. The gift of trust.