Love's Erotic Flower (2 page)

Lifting my ass, he rips down my soaked pants and then slides his hand over me, dabbing his fingers into my hole, gently circling inside before he exchanges them for his cock. He slips it in just enough to get covered in my lube before sliding out and gliding it up the wetness of my soft pussy to my puckered hole. I grasp a deep breath as his tip taunts me, my whole body tensing. The big, chicken-shit jerk. I should deny him, but envisioning his hand on his shaft as he readies himself damn near already has me cuming.
 

I want to watch him jerk off while staring at me. Better yet, I want it while he watches porn, as if I am not in the room and the only one he needs to think about pleasing is himself. I want to revel in his stoke, his build, and every bit of his release—but right now I want his ass, and I
will
claim it. Somehow he will become my willing victim.

Donovan begins to wiggle his tip into my tight pucker, and my thighs slightly tremble. Slowly he eases the head inside before darting out for more of my lube. I look to the dresser mirror as he removes a puddle with his fingers and then smears it over himself. I almost demand he keeps his hand on his dick, and insist that the other fondles his balls. The thought makes me wild and hornier than fuck. I push my hips back in offering, begging for his entry. I want his cock so badly I’m nearly drooling.

He works a finger into my hole and then slides out to add another, stretching me in preparation. The tip of his dick taps and taunts me, and I am reminded of his hand on his cock. If he does this much longer I’m going to drip down onto the bed. Finally he presses into me and my hands grip the sheets while my ass pushes toward him, granting him better access while relieving the discomfort. Inch by inch he goes deeper, and my head shoots back with a muted scream of pleasure and pain, intensifying his desires. “Oh God, Lily, you are so tight. I can’t last long like this.”

His pulses begin slow and shallow, then build to quick and deep. I slide my fingers into my pussy as he fucks me, and they feel his shaft stroking on the other side of my flesh. My mind switches to his view, only it’s him I envision in the receiving position. The thought puts me to the edge. I want to slam into him and see his ass take my beating, exactly as he is doing to me. I want to flip him over and cram into him from above. I want to—“Oh, yes,” I scream as I clamp down so tightly my whole body vibrates from my orgasm that squirts out my juices. My ass pulses around Donovan, and the pressure brought on by the width of his cock sends tremors up my spine. Donovan thrusts one final time, and the burn from his cum ignites me. His moan is so intense it is almost a primal scream.

I glide myself off of him, and the last of his cum lands on my back as I collapse onto the bed. His warm nectar oozes out of me, intensifying yet somehow soothing my pain. Donovan follows me down, engulfing me in a gentle embrace, planting kisses across my shoulder and up my neck. Rolling to face him, my mouth slams into his as I vow to myself that the next time there is any ass play, I will be the one in control.
 

As he wakes, Donovan nuzzles deeply into my neck and draws me closer, bringing about a sense that nothing could ever possibly threaten me. Our devotion is boundless. However, teasing has also always been a strong pillar in our relationship. We’ve been like this since day one, and I love that aspect of us.
 

Donovan brushes the hair back from my face and replaces it with a gentle kiss.
 

“So, uh, what did you think of last night?” I ask.

“Hmm…” he says dreamily. “I loved it. How are you feeling this morning? Sore?” His tender kisses make my insides turn into gooey melted chocolate.

“A little, but I’m fine. I really want to know more about you though.”

Donovan’s head jerks back with a curious smile. “What about me?”

“Why won’t you admit you enjoyed my surprise and wanted me to do more but chickened out?”

The grin on his face sells out that Donovan is curious as hell about the possibility of revisiting the situation. “I didn’t chicken out.”

“You’re right,” I say, snuggling deeper into his embrace. “
Wussed out
is a much more appropriate way of putting it. Admit that you enjoyed it and that you want more.”

“Mmm… that depends,” he moans into my ear, sending a universe of sparkling stars through me. “What
more
do you have in mind?”

My hand slides down the valley of his chest and down to his navel where it circles his bellybutton. It then trails down to his penis, caressing it, then putting it up against me as if it were my own. I give a few jerks. For once the man that can read my mind like it’s his own is clueless. “Umm… that’s easy. It’s hardly new though.”

“Nice job at ignoring my thoughts. Try again.”
And imagine it on me.

Keeping my grip, I give a little thrust of the hips, pushing the skin of his hardening cock against him. His eyes widen in terror, but he hardly goes flaccid. “Oh, no way Lily. There is no possible way will that ever happen.”

I bat my eyelashes and don a southern accent. “But you’ve always said you would do anything to ensure my happiness. You’re not retracting that now, are you?”

“Anything that doesn’t involve demasculinization.”

Dropping my accent, I whisper breathlessly into his ear, “I’m not planning to cut yours off and use it. I’m going to buy my own.”

“Oh, no way!” Donovan says, bolting to sit and wrapping a sheet around him.

“It’s so cute how you are turning into a bashful girl and covering your chest.”

His eyes bulge like balloons as he drops the sheet. “Not funny, Lil! Not helping your case, and not funny!”

“I’m sorry.” I give a false pout. “You know, you don’t need to be effeminate to enjoy a little anal play. After all, men have the same ass parts that women do.”

“Yes, but women don’t have the same equipment men do!”

“But I can buy one, and I plan to.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” Donovan warns, getting out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

“To cancel our credit cards!”

Grabbing him by the shoulders, I nudge him back to me. “Okay, I’ll tell you what. I’ll make the big masculine jock a bet. When I win, I get my way.”

“No way in hell!”

“If you don’t play along, I’m cutting you off indefinitely.”

“That wouldn’t last a day.”

Yeah, he’s totally right, and he knows it—which means if he plays along he really is interested. If he’s not, I’ll drop the subject, albeit unwillingly. Crossing my arms, I make my attempt with a stern look blanketing my face, knowing that he is really the one who has me over a barrel. “Try me!”
 

Donovan turns disgruntled. “I’ll consider it. What are your terms?”

Yeah, that is what I suspected, therefore I will hit below the belt, giving him more incentive to run,
if
that is what he really wants. “I have to beat you at something where you get to show your macho strength. That way, when you are forced to bend over and take it, you will already have lost your masculinity and won’t feel as threatened.”

His jaw goes slack before he turns smug. “Okay. You have to take me down to the ground by a show of force. No tripping, no underhanded tricks—and you only have today to do it.”

“I’d say that is easy, but knowing you, you would cheat by keeping your ass planted on the sofa the entire time. How about I just get you to beg for mercy?”

“Sounds dirty.”

“Don’t worry, when I win the results will be.”

Donovan throws up his hands. “That’s it! All bets are off!”

“Nope! We are on, but I get forty-eight hours, and you have to go about your normal business. No hiding from me!”

“Fine, but you have to take me down and you are not allowed to mess with me while I’m asleep nor during sex, kissing, or anything else distracting. Those are safe zones. Also, when I win, this subject is forever closed.”

“Okay, I’ll let you have your little security blanket, especially since when
I
win and am taking your ass, there will be no cowering.”

Donovan jumps out of bed, dragging the sheet with him and wrapping it around him like a toga. “I’m taking a shower,
behind a bolted door
. If you want to sneak attack me you’ll have to jimmy the window.”

As he exits the room, the sheet catches on the doorjamb, pulling away enough of it to expose a bit of his butt. “Hmm… that looks nice. Are you surrendering already? I know you want to.”

With a nasty look and a yank of the sheet to cover him, Donovan bolts toward the bathroom, hollering, “I changed my mind. I’m off to the tattoo parlor to get a Closed For Business sign!”

At dinner, Donovan and I sit at the kitchen table, eating my homemade herb roasted chicken, brown rice, and cinnamon-buttered carrots that he loves so much. Before each bite he watches me eat, then takes a small forkful, eyeing it with trepidation.

“Why do you keep looking at your food all funny?” I ask. “Are you feeling all right?”
 

“Oh, I feel great—so far,” he says. “I’m just wondering how much I can eat before the sedative kicks in. I probably should have gone out for a burger. However, knowing you, you’d be following behind in a Ninja suit so you could sprinkle tranquilizer on my fries while I reached for the ketchup.”

I continue eating my meal, refusing to be fazed by him. “I would never be so obvious as to do it in front of you. It’s in your milk.”

“Not falling for it. I poured the milk myself. I even washed the glass first.”

“I knew you would. That’s why I added it to the unopened carton through a pinhole with a hypodermic needle. The whole thing is laced. I’m surprised you didn’t notice it.” Donovan’s eyes creep toward his glass. “Hmm… that reaction was a little slow. Must be working.”

With a
clank
, Donovan’s fork drops to his plate. “Okay, this isn’t funny, Lil. I know there’s no way you would do that, but your acting is a little too good.”

“Please, Donovan. I would never slip you a sedative. I want you wide awake, squirming through every minute of it.” Donovan grabs his plate and heads downs the hall. “Where are you going?” I call out.

“I’m locking myself in the bathroom to sleep in the tub. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Daylight begins to peek through the curtains when I wake to the sound of Donovan closing the door to the bathroom. Even though he is only a few steps away, I wrap my arms around his pillow, missing him. I snuggle in deeply, hoping his scent will rub off on me. However, what I really desire is to be coated in a layer of him.

My legs rub together in anticipation of giving him the surprise inside the nightstand. It’s a little warm up to get him ready for the big event. The very thought of taking him from behind, submissive and enjoying every one of my thrusts, already has me wet in anticipation. When he comes back to bed, I have a nice gooey package with his name on it, ready to be unwrapped. Actually, if he doesn’t return soon I may unwrap it for him. The thought of taking him up the ass has me well past the ready-to-go stage.

He slips into the room, still in his nightclothes, which consist of nothing. Expecting me to be asleep, he heads for the closet. Before his hand hits the knob, I jump out of bed and clamp my lips on his cock. Almost immediately he rises to attention.

His knees buckle, and he encourages my mouth deeper with little pulses of his hips. I pull back and swirl my tongue around his tip, tasting his pre-cum that turns my saliva slippery and almost has me begging for the real thing. His hands grip my hair, and then go to the back of my head so his view is unobstructed while he slides into me. I’ve become so tight and wet in response to the heights he is achieving that I tighten my hold on his ass, nearly burying my nails in him. Suddenly my zealousness is too great. I need him now.
 

My head pulls back, and my claws release their grip. “Oh God, Lily. Don’t stop now,” he pleads. I debate continuing, but I have a surprise planned. I kiss and lick my way up, then shove his hand into my crotch so he can feel the creamy effect he has on me.

“Oh, dear God,” he mutters breathlessly while grabbing the back of my head with his other hand, his mouth hungrily devouring me. His fingers begin exploring, running back and forth from my clit to my silky inside, slipping in deeper and deeper. “I have got to get my cock in that.”

He licks his fingers with a wicked grin, and then backs me onto the bed, cupping my head while he rides me down onto the heavenly cloud. His dick presses against my thigh like warm steel. It travels toward my pussy, its tip bumping against my clit, causing me to draw a breath and rethink if I really should detour as planned. It slides over my wet mound, and then begins to slip into my silky cave, bringing about my gasp.

“Stop,” I say, nearly breathless. “I want you to do something for me. Lay down and close your eyes.” With a smirk he obeys. My eyes travel to his dick that’s tip is glistening with my juice, and I resist the urge to straddle him and taunt my clit with it. Instead I remove some lube and a small butt plug from the nightstand. “You can do anything you want, but you have to do something for me first.”

My fingers slide down my mound, slipping into my syrup. With the anticipation over what is to come my body nearly looses control at the touch. I smear my juices over the plug, wishing it were bigger and an extension of me. My pussy tightens further at the memory of him sinking into my ass and what the view must have looked like from his angle; his hand on his cock, slipping into my tight hole. My breathing shallows at the memory.
 

“Bring your knees up,” I order. He follows along, and I draw them apart. “Raise your ass.” Gliding down between his legs, my tongue toys with his opening before I slide a finger in. His dick twitches. “Ah!” he sighs, clearly warming up to the idea.

“Like it?”

“I actually do. I wasn’t so ready last time.”
 

“Good, then maybe you’re ready for more.”

His eyes pop open. “Lily, what are you doing?”

Without further warning I insert the small butt plug. His face freezes as I crawl up to him and he realizes what is inside him. I kiss him, sliding my tongue against his, and then guide him on top of me. “Now you can finish.”