Taunting Lips (A Teasing Hands Accompaniment) (11 page)

“Enjoy.” That word made it worse; it taunted and rattled the fucking cage of the beast that lived within. “Let me love you.”

“Gatita, I—” A finger over my lips silenced me. Amanda came forward then; she laid her smaller body across mine and began to slide herself along my skin. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced in my life.

Where did she learn to do this?

“You drive me insane, Camden. Need you so much it hurts.” Placing herself atop my hard fucking cock, she put her body in a split position and began to rub her heated flesh against me. Swollen lips caressed the head on each swivel; she was jerking me off with just the motion of her body and labia.

“Fuck this. Enough.” With an angry hiss, I reached forward and took ahold of her hips. I wanted to fuck her just as she was, facing away from me so I could enjoy the view. Just as I bent her over a bit and positioned her over my cock, something came into view. Was she…? “What’s this?”

“My second surprise.” She panted above me. “Fuck my ass, Camden.”

Dumbfounded. That’s what I was. There was no way I could speak after she said those words. There, nestled inside her puckered hole, was a small plug in white, stretching her for me. She’d prepared herself for me. I didn’t deserve this girl, but not a chance in fucking hell would I ever let her go.

Mistaking my silence for apprehension, my
gatita
fidgeted above me and bit her lips. “We’ve talked about this before, and I thought we could try now. I’ve been preparing myself for over a week…since we left. Did all the—”

I silenced the crazy girl by turning her around and claiming her lips with mine. “Thank you.” Fuck, I loved her. “Are you sure?”

Nodding excitedly, she smiled. “Want it so bad, baby.” She kissed me and sucked my top lip while I pushed the plug in and out of her ass. Her hips never stopped moving. Amanda met each push of the toy with a grunt of pleasure. “I’ve come so many times this past week alone fucking my ass with this and thinking of you—imagining that it was your cock and not this cheap substitute.”

Amanda hissed as I pulled it out before she could get any closer to coming. The next time she came, I wanted it to be because my cock and fingers got her there. Placing her over my dick, I held her still and enjoyed for a moment seeing the frustration mount. Her juices flowed, and the tip of my cock glistened with her arousal.

“I’m asking you one last time, gatita. After this, there’s no going back. Are you sure?”

With both hands, she reached forward and fisted my hair in her hands. Her mouth hovered over mine. “Please fuck my ass, baby.”

“You, my bad gatita,
are
and will always be mine.” Pushing forward, I let just the tip of my cock enter her. Her muscles contracted around the swollen head and my eyes rolled back. Tight, blissful pressure enveloped me with each inch that entered her.

“Oh God…so full,” she groaned against my lips and sat back, letting her weight drop her further down my cock, taking another inch of me in. Legs shaking, she took control and rode me slowly. A shudder of pleasure ran through my body—every single molecule that made up my DNA shook with the force.

“Look, Amanda…fucking look at us,” I growled—demanded when I was finally all the way in. Bottomed out and stretching her in an obscene way. “You gave yourself to me, and I will never let you go.”

Her eyes met mine as her hands wandered down her body. “I need you to move.” They stopped at her breasts and pushed them together before pinching her tips. Nipples hard and elongated, they stood out and called to me. Swallowing hard, I stayed where I was and met her thrust.

Letting her play, I watched and enjoyed her wanton act. Witnessed her demise at my hands.

In and out.

Hard and fast.

“Goddamned beautiful ass feels so good…this is mine,
gatita
. Mine to fuck. Mine to worship.” Our skin slapped together in a loud harmony of eroticism and she fell forward, laying her body over mine. Every part of our bodies was in constant contact.

My cock swelled inside her, her walls pulsed, and we both groaned against the others lips.

“I’ve always been yours.” Words so simple yet full of meaning. They meant as much if not more than hearing I love you.

“Sit back. I need to see you.” She complied and sat back against my bent legs. Spread open, her pussy on full display, my fingers caressed her as my speed picked up. Amanda began to slump forward, but I was having none of that and pushed two fingers inside, curling them at just the right angle to make her scream. “Louder. Everybody in the building needs to hear you scream my name. Know that it was my cock that brought you the point of tears.”

“Shit!” Hissing and digging her nails into my thighs, she rode me hard. The motion was enough to push my finger in with each drop of her weight.

Beautiful.

“Come for me,” I yelled and curled my finger again. Her body bowed back in an uncomfortable position, legs muscles spasmed, and pussy walls clenched around my fingers. Her juices flowed down my wrist. The hold she had on me was almost painful. “Now, goddammit.”

“Fuck, Camden.” Sobbing, she grabbed my hand and held me in place, as she rode out her release. The stranglehold I was in became too much. Too intense.

Her pleasure became mine.

“Motherfucker.” It was sudden, a painfully exquisite release. Spurt after spurt left my body and filled her ass. Aftershocks made her even tighter; I pushed in and out of her slowly, trying to savor the moment.

“Oh, God…I—” Another sudden wave crashed into her, and she stiffened above me. Shaking, she buried her face in my neck and bit the tender flesh there. If she kept that up, she’d be riding my cock again before her breathing regulated.

“You okay?” I asked and ran the tip of my fingers up and down her back. The shaking had begun to subside, and her breathing slowed. Amanda didn’t speak. Instead, she nodded and burrowed her face deeper into the crook of my neck.

Breathed me in while I cuddled her closer.

“Can I stay here forever?” Giggles erupted, the movement making me hiss, and she pulled back to look at me as I slipped out. “I would say sorry, but we both know it’d be a bullshit lie.”

“Quit it.”

“Just feel so relaxed—good.”  Languidly, she stretched and moved to sit up. Her naked flesh pebbled, the air conditioning in the room cooling her fevered flesh. Hair wild and skin flushed, she smiled and mouthed, “I love you,” before dismounting the bed and walking over to the small sink in the room to clean up.

Watching her walk away for a small, almost nonexistent moment reminded me of the day she walked out. How it felt to see her push me away instead of pulling me closer. It hurt.

I never wanted to be the cause of her pain ever again and vowed in that moment to live for her happiness. Throwing my legs over the edge of the table, I jumped down and walked over to the small cabinet to the side of where she stood.

Inside a small drawer, her ring box sat. It was the right time. She watched me with mild amusement, not once looking at what I’d pulled out, her curiosity resting on the smile I couldn’t contain.

“Gatita.” Blue eyes snapped up to meet mine, and her smile emerged. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I lifted her up and set her on the edge of the counter. Her legs spread, accommodating me, pulling me into her embrace. Nothing ever felt better. “I love you, Amanda.  Never doubt that or me. I’m yours, have been since the day you walked into my life, refusing to let me dick you around. You make me a happy man…complete. Because of you I have a safe place to come home to when the world wants to beat me down.”

“Camden.” She sniffed and pulled me in for a tender kiss.

“Thank you for giving me the best part of you…your heart.”

“It’s always been yours.”

“And now you have mine.” With that, I placed the simple yet elegant promise ring on her finger. The band was wider than your typical promise ring, yet still delicate enough to make it stand out.  It was part of a set. She’d have one, and I the other; I’d wear it on a chain around my neck.

The two rings when connected made one heart. Tied us together, displayed our union for the world to see.

“It’s beautiful,” she gasped and wiped the stray tear that fell from her eyes. “But what does this mean, Camden? We’re not ready for an engage—”

I placed a finger over her lips. “Breathe, baby.” She mocked glared at me and bit the tip of my finger. Aggressive little thing. “Behave,” I admonished and continued on with my explanation. “This is just a promise ring,
gatita.
You have one, I the other. It’s just a small reminder of my love for you. A promise that I will cherish you above all else. I live for you. Breathe, because you do too.”

“Yes!” Amanda cried out and wrapped herself around me, her hands fisting my hair, and pulled our faces together. Forehead to forehead. “I’ll move in with you.”

“What?” Did I hear her right? “Repeat that.”

“I’ll move in with you.” The smile on her face rivaled mine. I’d begged her a week ago to consider living with me. We spent almost every night together anyway; her room in Jennifer’s apartment was just for show.

“Yeah?” Had to make sure because the last time I was told that no, it was too fast. That she wasn’t ready.

“You’re my home, Camden.” Her answer was good enough for me.  Our lips met once more in a sweet and gentle kiss. It sealed the deal. Our lives were merging seamlessly, as they should have from the very beginning. “Oh!” she exclaimed and pulled back with mirth shining in her eyes. I didn’t like that “
Oh
” one bit.  “There’s one thing, though, baby. A tiny little itty bitty thing you have to do first before I bring my things over.”

The fuck?

“What’s that?” I asked with apprehension. Keeping up with her was a scary, full-time job.

A devilish smile crossed her lips before leaning forward and hovering over mine. “You have to be the one that tells Dad.”

The End.

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Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.

As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.

Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.

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