I awoke with a start. Heart hammering, I turned over to see what presumptuous man had crawled into my bed. Seeing the dark-hair and strong face, I understood last night hadn't been wishful thinking or erotic dreams. James really
had
come to my bed last night in an attempt to comfort my inconsolable heart. I dreamily traced his thin upper lip with a curious fingertip until a tongue suddenly came out and captured it. I watched as his long lashes parted and his brilliant green eyes stared at me.
"Morning" I whispered. He smiled, a devastating thing to behold so early in the morning, as he captured my questing hand. He slowly took my hand and skimmed it over his hair-roughened nipple before lowering it even further. When I encountered his ridged stomach (surely this man had fat on him
somewhere
), he withdrew his own touch, content to let me explore.
A moment later I hesitantly brushed the tip of his penis. James winked at me as he slyly thrust his hips upward. My hand instinctively grabbed his entire length and he groaned with appreciation. Smiling slightly, I ran my fingers down his penis so I could gently cup his balls. Feeling the heavy sacs, I massaged them as I brought my other hand into play. He shoved the covers away from his body and allowed me to look at him fully in the morning light streaming through the window to the right of the bed.
Tall and lean, James was covered with patches of dense springy black hair from the middle of his chest to his "happy trail" and further down. He obviously took care to trim around his genitals, as his balls were hairless and soft. I couldn't stop an inquisitive finger from tracing the perineum to the seam of his ass and discovered some hair there as well. He squirmed slightly, but towards my finger instead of away. He was subtly instructing me on his pleasures; I liked that in a man.
Deciding I wanted to taste him, I bent my head, allowing my hair to feather across his stomach. I gently swallowed half of his penis into my willing mouth and savored him. Though I'd had a few lovers, I'd discovered each man had his own flavor. James tasted of salt and musk; it wasn't unpleasant, indeed a taste I could become addicted to.
His hands, acquiescent until now, lightly pushed at my body until I was aligned with him. His thighs opened, making a cradle so I could suck his cock from a better angle. He caressed my hair as I swirled my tongue around the head and then continued back down his length. I passed the half way mark and then engulfed him entirely. I found my nose pressed into his abdomen as I tried to adjust my throat. It required patience and learning in order to deep-throat comfortably enough for both parties.
He waited, though I could sense the tightly reined impatience of the male animal's instinctive need to plunge. When I felt I could breathe as much as possible in this position, I lifted my head and allowed him to slip slowly from my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head then sucked him back into the moist depths.
After a few minutes of such ministrations, James' hands ceased being gentle and began forcing my head down as his hips lifted up. I wasn't alarmed, as I knew this instant would come. It never failed for a man to do so; instead, I courted it as I enjoyed when I lost control of the situation and his need took over. It had happened countless times before and I knew what to expect; he would fuck my mouth ruthlessly, perhaps even coming. If not, he would withdraw then fuck whatever hole he could fit in to. Some women were unable to accommodate this, but I gloried in my ability to become whatever the man using me needed.
Abruptly, James forced my head upwards and savaged my mouth with a brutal kiss. He then pushed me back onto the bed and spread my thighs with an impatient hand. To my shock, he bent his own head and thrust his tongue deep into my pussy. With a few strokes up and down my sopping slit, a well-placed bite on my clit, I shattered, screaming his name.
A pirate's grin curved his lips as he leaned over me. Even as his mouth clamped down on my breast, he plunged his cock deep into me until I couldn't tell where I began and he ended. He ruthlessly rode me, his hips pounding into me, his heavy balls slapping my ass. I started to close my eyes, but he pulled sharply on my hair. I looked up at him and he shook his head fiercely. Though we didn't speak, I understood he didn't wish for me to look away from him.
It really wasn't hard to look at his hard visage. No, indeed, I could imagine him a rampaging lord of medieval times trying to take a citadel. Despite my two orgasms, he continued to plunder my flesh as if to strip me completely. I knew, though I don't understand how, he wouldn't be satisfied with anything less then total capitulation of my will to his.
He reached down to insinuate a finger between us. He pushed the digit into my stretched sheath even as he changed the angle of his thrust. In that moment I stared at him as we both splintered.
***
James flopped onto his back his chest heaving and mouth open as he tried to draw in as much air as possible. He turned his head to look at Penelope and felt a glow of satisfaction at her stupefied expression. He knew he'd pushed her further and faster then he'd ever done to a sub, but she'd preformed beautifully. God, his cock still throbbed despite his orgasm at how responsive she was.
He changed his gaze to the ceiling as realization sunk in. For the first time in his life, he'd not been careful with protection. In fact, he'd come twice in her pussy without any thought to disease or pregnancy. Panic churned in his stomach at his carelessness. He'd whipped Liam once when he was a teen upon the discovery of a youthful indiscretion without aid of a condom. Now he'd repeated his brother's foolishness, though at a much more advanced age and wisdom. He knew better, but something about her messed with his usual clear-sightedness.
"James?"
He realized then in his dazed state, he'd been clenching the bedspread. Silently cursing himself, he looked back at his erstwhile lover.
Perhaps more harshly then he intended, he gritted out, "Yes?"
Rose color washed across her pale cheeks and she sat up. Gloriously naked, the golden light faithfully limed her generous figure and turned brown hair into a riot of auburn and gold. Entranced by the sight, James forgot his irritation and reverently touched a curl on her shoulder.
His ancestors had been Celts, a fanciful people who believed in deities that walked the earth sometimes. Despite the thousands of years between them and James, for a moment his twenty-first century mind was submerged beneath a pagan sense of awe. He bent his head and gently kissed her shoulder, cheek, and finally her mouth. A bubble of serenity surrounded them and both rejoiced in the feeling as their mouths fused into passionate one.
An eternity later, he lifted his head and stared into wistful brown eyes. He smiled then kissed the tip of her nose. Any anger he felt swirled away as he realized the passion of the moment had stolen both their wits. He wasn't sure what the future held, but it definitely wasn't necessary to bemoan unalterable facts.
"Come on. The day awaits no man."
***
If someone had told me a week ago I would be seated in the kitchen of an insanely hot boxer-clad man watching him make me breakfast, I would've thought long and hard about their committal to an insane asylum.
After the betrayal of Barry, I'd been more circumspect in my choice of lovers. None of the men I'd taken to my bed afterwards had been as exciting, but neither did they have the will to hurt me as he did. None, however, could withstand comparison to James. There was something about him that called to me; his complete yet gentle domination of me last night and this morning was intriguing.
I'd known for a long time I had sub tendencies, but despaired of ever finding a Dom who could suit me. Of course, I was jumping ahead of myself and throwing a bridle on a colt not even mine.
"How you like your eggs?"
Fortunately, his well-timed question drew me from pointless speculation and poor metaphors.
"Scrambled." Like my brain right now. It was strange to have this conversation; it was safe, homily even.
He turned back to his well-ordered kitchen and drew out the necessary ingredients. I was tempted to ask him if he needed help, but I could tell by his graceful movements he was comfortable and more then able.
"So what do you have planned for your day?" I wasn't sure how long this interlude would last and was interested to know if I needed to clear out soon.
