A Kink in Her Tails (22 page)

He took her weight into his hands, cupping her buttocks and raising her to the perfect position.

“Put me inside you. Let me fill you, Adele. Put my cock where it belongs, in your hot cunt.” He let the words roll from his heart not his head, hoping that she’d understand the depth of his need.

Her tremble at his language told him she did. She was very wet now, slippery, and oh so hot.

She eased one hand away from his neck as he held her firmly, and reached down, finding his cock and easing it between her pussy lips.

She sighed as he lowered her a scant inch and he felt her legs tighten, urging him deeper.

“Yessss, Brian…” she hissed, eyes closed, fingers digging into his shoulders now. “More.” He gave it to her.

With one thrust he sank into her, lowering her as he rose, slamming his hardness deep into her liquid fire.

She cried out and moaned, clamping him to her with her thighs, her calves and every muscle that could hold him within her.

Brian pulled back and then slammed home again.

Adele went wild.

She moaned and shouted, panting out a choking sound with each thrust, wiggling to give him even deeper penetration, and thrusting her own hips forward to rub against him in her frenzy.

Her breasts bounced with the force of his movements, his thigh muscles started to ache, and he’d never felt the force of an orgasm creep up on him like he did right at this moment.

It was fierce and elemental, savage and loving. They mated like two animals, standing up against the wall, each claiming the pleasure the other could give as their right, their due.

Adele’s slip was a twisted rope around her waist, and Brian’s foot was tangled in his pants.

Her ankles were locked behind his butt and her hands had a death grip on his shoulders. He knew he was banging her into the wall, and hoped he wouldn’t leave any lasting scars.

But he wasn’t about to stop, and from her movements, Adele wasn’t about to let him.

He felt his buttocks start to crawl with that tingly electric feeling. The base of his spine started to thrum.

“Adele, I’m damn close,” he choked out, never losing his rhythm.

Adele was apparently also close to her orgasm. If her gritted teeth, strained neck muscles and grunting breaths were anything to go by.

Brian redoubled his efforts, taking her weight on one hand, pounding his cock deep and sliding the other between them so his hips slammed his fingers into her clit at the same time.

She gasped and screamed out his name. “
Brian.”

Her cunt went into spasm around him and he held himself rigid within her, letting the clamping flesh trigger his own orgasm. He thrust more as the stars exploded behind his eyes.

He knew he was sobbing for breath, groaning and writhing his hips in a basic need to plant his seed deeper and higher than anyone else ever could.

She trembled and gasped in his arms, the last of her internal explosions fading away as his reached their peak.

She tightened her grip on him as he came, welcoming his pumping cock into her slick furnace. Sharing his every jerk and spurt even though the condom was protecting her.

It was a mutual moment of bliss, the likes of which he’d never experienced. It felt like hours before his lungs could take in air again.

Slowly her legs unwound from his waist and he eased her back onto her feet. They both shuddered in the aftermath, weak and exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

“Adele,” he whispered.

“Brian,” she whispered back. “The bed. Before I collapse.” Chapter 7

The room was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of Adele’s night-lights, positioned low on the walls.

Clothes had been thrown on the floor again, and a trail of damp towels led from Adele’s bathroom to the tumbled sheets of her bed. It was the first time Brian could remember seeing her room so delightfully messy and he took a rather male pride in the fact that he was largely responsible.

They had slept for a while after their adventures in the hallway, napping to recover their energies.

That had led to a boisterous bout of sex in the bathroom, followed by some long slow slippery loving in the shower.

Brian knew that he’d never tire of fucking this amazing woman, whose needs and wants matched his to perfection. Whose cunt seemed designed with his cock in mind, and whose body fit his with a precision that he found continually astounding.

He’d spanked her again, loving her sighs and moans of arousal as she lay across his naked thighs. He’d teased her clit, used a few toys and even slipped in some flogger play, bringing a smile to her lips as he mentioned that he’d seen Eve and Simon proudly displaying theirs.

After she’d come in great gasping moans, she’d told him about Eve and Matilda. And now Ed. And they

’d laughed together.

There was no end in sight to Brian’s desire, and he astonished himself with his level of arousal and his ability to continually fuck Adele. Time after wonderful time.

Give him half an hour and a whiff of her pussy and he was upstanding and ready for action. Again.

This time, it might take a little more than half an hour, he had to admit. He’d finally done what he’d been longing to do, which was bring her to orgasm with just his fingers and his mouth as he watched her face.

It was damn near a religious experience seeing the profound emotions she experienced roll over her features one after another, orchestrated by his hands and his tongue.

Within minutes, she’d been all over him, hungry for his cock and seemingly unable to get enough of him.

She’d used her hands and her mouth and her breasts and she’d sucked him into some other dimension where nothing existed but his need to come in her mouth and down her throat and watch her face as she took him in and let him explode.

He’d lost control. She had burrowed beneath his veneer of charm and sensitivity and found the warrior beneath, the man who wanted to imprint himself on his woman. Bite her, mark her, brand her his and parade her in chains before the world declaiming that she was his captive forever, held prisoner by their mutual desire and—their love.

Brian had realized, some time during this incredibly amazing and sensual night, that he was totally and completely in love with Adele Martin. It hadn’t blindsided him with sudden enlightenment, just quietly crept up and settled into his mind.

It was as if he’d always known she would be in his heart, he just hadn’t had the chance to get around to that particular place yet.

Well, he was there now.

There, where he wanted to be. Lying in the sex-scented sheets of Adele’s bed, with her damp body spooned against his. His life shifted on its axis and then settled again. It was—right.

Oh Lord. I love this woman.

Adele felt Brian’s skin against hers as she stretched languorously next to him. Her body felt tired but tingly, as if it was still waiting for something.

Brian’s cock, that amazing piece of natural architecture that had performed so outstandingly this evening, stirred against her buttocks.

A little shiver of anticipation coursed through her body and her nipples hardened.

Conveniently as it happened, because Brian was holding one of them at the time.

“You rang?” His rich voice caressed her as his breath wafted over her bare shoulder.

She chuckled and wriggled her buttocks again. “Still awake, I see,” she said, pressing back against his cock.

“Oh yeah, babe. And it seems that I made you a promise I haven’t kept yet,” he whispered, dropping little light nibbles over her skin.

He slid his hands down to her backside and squeezed her cheeks, then spread them apart slightly and touched her cleft with his cock.

“Brian…” Her voice was raspy with arousal. “You don’t have to do that, if you don’t want.” She stilled beneath his touch, waiting for his answer.

“Oh I want, never doubt that I want, Adele. I want it all. Everything you have to give. Ever. You will give it to me.”

It was an order, a statement, a masterful announcement of where he was and where he expected them to go.

It thrilled her and scared the hell out of her, but all those thoughts paled beside the feel of his fingers as he began caressing her secret places and opening her to his touch.

“In the drawer,” she muttered, moving to give him more room.

She heard him slide the drawer open and knew he’d found the small tube of lubricant. “Good girl,” he murmured.

She couldn’t answer as he picked that moment to bite her neck and lick away the sting.

His cock swelled, although given his orgasms this evening she knew it wouldn’t be as huge as it had been earlier. For this she was grateful. It had been a while and she wanted to be able to sit down in the near future.

She felt the cool smoothness of the lubricant as Brian worked it into her flesh, brushing his hands around and over her anus and working a sensual massage into the entire process. His touch was sure and confident and she knew in her bones that he’d done this before.

No battering ram here, just some extraordinarily good loving.

It seemed ages before he was satisfied with his lubrication, and even then he took more time. His fingers slipped to her clit, not that it needed any further stimulation, but he paid it homage just the same.

She heard wrappers tearing, God how many had they used tonight anyway? She should have bought stock in the company.

Then her rational thoughts flew out the window as Brian began a dual attack. One hand continued its teasing caresses to her clit and the other gently penetrated her anus.

Spooned against him as she was, his intrusion was barely noticeable, and she gave her body the order to relax. It wasn’t hard. Their hours of loving had turned her into a mostly useless lump of human Jell-O.

She figured that he could probably use a two-liter soda bottle and it wouldn’t bother her.

But Brian, loving, wonderful Brian, was doing it right. Sooooo right. He’d even sheathed one finger to protect her delicate inner surfaces as he opened the way for his loving.

She felt him move his finger inside her and something shimmered through her. The muscles that would have expelled him, welcomed him instead.

She heard him sigh and withdraw and then felt his cock pressing against her.

She tensed slightly.

“Easy babe. Tell me to stop any time.”

“Brian, please, I want you so much,” she sighed, letting the truth of that statement ease her heart and her soul.

Her body accepted the order and opened for its mate.

The lubricant was cool, and his cock slipped inside her, past the first muscle ring and on to the second. It was as if he’d always been there, part of her, joined to her in this and a million other ways.

He filled her and she relished the almost forgotten feeling, her unused nerve endings singing at the stimulation they were receiving.

He continued his gentle play with her clit, arousing her on more levels than she had thought was possible.

“You can move if you want,” she whispered, tightening and releasing her anal muscles around his hardness.

He groaned. “No need. Just keep that up.”

She did. Every time her clit responded to Brian’s touch, she made sure she tightened every muscle group she could control. It was an astonishing exercise and she realized that she was, in fact, contributing to her own arousal.

The feelings grew in intensity, and her need to move against Brian made her push a little, begging for more of his cock.

He let her dictate how much she took and when, just maintaining his ever vigilant stimulus of her clit. It was a slow unhurried ride for both of them, but before long her movements started his climb to the peak and his fingers teased her from warmth to explosive heat.

“Brian, I’m going to come again,” she groaned.

“Go for it, honey. I’m here. I’m with you, I’ll always be with you…let it come.” And she did. Rolling waves of ecstasy thundered through her pelvis, making her clit throb and her anal muscles clamp like a vise around Brian’s cock. She milked him with her spasms and pulled him over the brink into another round of joy, reaching behind her and clutching him to her as he emptied his balls yet again into her welcoming body.

The feeling of his skin against hers as she orgasmed was like nothing she’d ever known, and she cried out and felt the tears fall as she came back down from her peak.

Brian gently slid from her, caressing her, loving her, and delicately wiping away the lubricant with a tissue.

“You all right, love?” he asked, settling her into his side and pulling the covers over them as her heartbeat slowed.

“Never better, Brian.
Never
, in my whole life, better than I am now.” Adele snuggled in to Brian’s body and slept.

* * * * *

Brian surfaced to the land of the living in slow increments, letting his mind ramble and his body awaken in a delightfully leisurely fashion. He was surprisingly stiff in an assortment of different muscles. One of which was rooting around for its new home.

Which wasn’t there.

There was no warm cunt sleepily awaiting his morning greeting. No soft bare mound rubbing up and down his cock.

No buttocks tucked neatly up against him.

There was a pillow, but it wasn’t warm, sleepy, passionate, or at all interested in returning his early morning lust.

Shit. He was alone.

He sniffed deeply, inhaling some of the best scents in the entire known galaxy. Sex, Adele and coffee.

Okay. The sex he knew about, the coffee he really could use right about now, so that left Adele.

Deducing that she had probably made the coffee, Brian reluctantly pulled the last of his sleeping brain cells out of their stupor and went to find his woman. And that coffee. And a trip to the bathroom. Though not necessarily in that order.

Brian slipped into the old robe that hung behind Adele’s bathroom door, and walked quietly into the kitchen to find her.

And sure enough, there she was.

She was sitting in a little patch of sunshine, wrapped in her robe, with her hair pushed into a floppy sort of knot on top of her head. Her hands cupped a steaming mug, one leg was tucked up beneath her, and the other swung free, brushing the floor with each move.