SEX Unlimited: Volume 2 (Unlimited #2) (6 page)

“Brisban, please.” I beg.

He ignores me and I tighten my legs, digging my heels into his back. I feel his finger trace down the center and just barely push inside me, but not all the way. I arch upward, trying to feel more but he pulls back. His finger gathers my wetness and starts to circle it around my clit, still not touching it. I feel his tongue sweep over my lips and then he starts to fuck me with his tongue. With every motion he makes with his tongue I whimper. Finally he brushes the hardened, throbbing nub with his thumb and I almost come undone right then and there. He reads my reaction and stops. My chest is moving rapidly and my skin is damp with sweat. He darts his tongue inside me one more time and then traces his nose through my wet pussy. Two fingers push into me unexpectedly and simultaneously his lips cradle my clit. He begins pumping his fingers and his warm, soft tongue flicks up and down with an expert rhythm. There are so many sensations all at once. It’s a sensory overload that words can’t even begin to express. Instinctively I begin to writhe against his face, letting out sounds I’m certain I’ve never vocalized in my entire life. I start to feel an intense pressure in my lower stomach and a heat like never before pulsates between my legs. It’s almost uncomfortable, but I don’t want it to stop. It continues to build and build until a fiery inferno erupts inside me and heat shoots through my entire body.

Every muscle tenses and my mouth falls open, releasing a scream. His fingers pump harder and faster and his tongue never stops. My pussy releases more wetness and I can feel the warmth of it moving down my ass to the bed. It’s an orgasm unlike I’ve ever experienced and it’s not quick. I feel as if I’m on a wave that’s not ready to break. Suddenly his tongue slows and he begins to suck on me. All at once I reach a precipice and fall completely over the edge into a place I can’t describe. The tension in my body starts to subside and my thoughts are a colorful haze. I’m dizzy with desire and utterly speechless. His mouth lingers on me while I come down from orgasm but he doesn’t move.

My ragged breathing mingles in the air with the melody of the music. I turn my head to the side, trying to regulate my breaths. He pulls back and slowly moves his hands up to the bend of my knees. One by one he moves my legs from his shoulders. I’m motionless and completely satiated. I hear the clanging of his belt but my eyelids are too heavy to open. The music finally registers in my head.
Closer
by Kings of Leon has just started playing. I pull my legs up and turn into a fetal position as I flutter my eyes open. Within my line of sight I see him taking his shirt off, his pants are undone and hanging low on his hips. The white band of his Calvin Klein’s contrasts against his tan skin and that perfect trail of dark hair disappears beneath it. He catches me watching him and doesn’t say anything; instead, he keeps the eye contact while he pushes his pants to the floor. He steps out of them and the sight of him in nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs with a massive hard on is something to behold. He grips his cock through the thin fabric and caresses it while looking at me. He’s so damn bad. I just had the orgasm of a lifetime and someway, somehow, he’s able to turn me on again. He stops taunting me and pulls them down, revealing all of his incredible male glory.

“I hope you’re ready for more because,” he licks his lips, “now that my mouth has had its taste,” he grasps his erection and strokes it slowly, “my cock needs to be inside that perfect pussy of yours to have its taste.”

Just breathe.

Take air into your lungs, Candace.

I almost want to tell him to stop talking because I just can’t take it. But, I love it when he says these dirty things to me. I roll over to my back and push myself up so I can take my top off. Brisban crawls onto the bed as I’m pulling it over my head. My hair tumbles down around my face in messy waves. He scoots up closer to me. “Turn around.” I do as he asks and twist around so my back is facing him. Warm fingers brush my hair aside. “You’re a beautiful woman, Candace. Every inch of you is perfect.” He skillfully unhooks my bra and slides the straps down over my shoulders. The sensation of hot breath sends chills across my skin as he places a single kiss in the center of my back. I lay my bra to the side and he whispers against my neck, “Lay on your stomach for me.”

I stretch my arms out across the bed in front of me and position myself comfortably on my stomach just like he asked. The bed shifts from the movement of his heavy body and he nudges a knee between my legs, pushing them apart enough to position his other one there as well. Using his hands he spreads me open wider and reaches for a pillow. “Lift up this sexy ass of yours.” As I lift up he wedges the pillow under my hips. My ass is arched upward now giving him perfect access to what he wants. I want it too, so much. He edges up against me and I feel the head of his cock meet the sensitive flesh between my legs. Just like with everything else, he’s disciplined. He glides it up and down, massaging my pussy lips with his precum and my wetness. I arch my ass some, hoping to send him a message that I’m ready. He thrusts forward slightly and pushes the head inside.

“So warm and so wet,” he says, grasping my hips firmly in both hands. He pushes in further and squeezes my hips harder. I can hear his heavy breathing and I know he’s on the edge of losing his control. “You feel so damn good. I think your pussy was made just for my cock, Candace.” Pulling on my hips, he buries himself inside me so fast and hard that my body hardly has time to adjust to his size. I moan and he begins moving in and out of me with a gluttonous force. He’s just as hungry for me as I am for him.

The room is filled with the sound of his body slapping against mine. Each time he slams into me he pulls my hips back, adding to the force of his penetration. I arch my back as much as I’m able and give him access to go deeper. He loves how greedy I’m being. “Yeah, give me all of this pussy. I want every inch of my cock inside of you.”

My entire body jolts forward and backward with every thrust. I’m so wet and I love how his balls slap against my pussy when he’s taking me from behind like this. The sounds, the sensations; all of it drugs me with a high I’m sure I’m slowly becoming addicted to. “I’m not coming inside you tonight,” he slams hard into me, “I’m going to come all over this magnificent ass of yours.”

God, he’s the most uninhibited lover. The man makes me want to explore my sexuality in ways I never knew existed. The speed of his fucking increases and he lets out a grunt with every drive forward. My body’s completely his. I’ve surrendered myself to him and I know, here and now, I’m going to have a very hard time ever giving him up. I’m not even focused on having another orgasm. I’m only focused on him and his sounds of pleasure. Every time he slams into me he owns another piece of me.

“I can’t last…” he pants, “much longer. Feels. Too. Good.”

Harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

He pulls back and I almost cry out in the absence of being full of him. “Fuuuuuck.” He begins to come, the hot spurts hitting my ass and, for some reason, I love it. I’m not disgusted. I’m turned on and I realize there’s a woman inside me I’ve never known existed. I crane my head to the side and look over my shoulder. This big, strong, beautiful man is towering above me, holding his cock as the last drops of his come are released. He’s a sex god. There’s no doubt about that at all. Our eyes meet briefly and he looks down at my backside.

“That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My come all over your gorgeous ass; sexy as hell. I think a shower is in order so I can clean you up. What do you think?”

That’s new. We haven’t done the sex in the shower thing yet. How could I possibly object? I stretch my arms out in front of me and grin. “I think, yes.”

DAWN’S MANUSCRIPT HAS TAKEN A sad turn and I’m having a hard time getting through it. I scroll to the next paragraph and try to focus.

Sometimes when we lose something so important, the loss bleeds over into every other aspect of your life and into every other relationship you have. My blame and his regret, mixed together, created a momentous crater, separating us with miles of bitterness. I know Brian wasn’t ultimately responsible for the loss of our child, yet I blamed him. While I was blaming him, he was blaming himself. With every day that passed, our grief morphed into a hatred we couldn’t recover from. Losing a child is terrible but your child being kidnapped and murdered is horrific. Many times I wonder if there’s a love strong enough that would be able to sustain such pain. I hated him because he was the one with her at the park that day. We never had closure; the killer having never been caught. I never had a name or face to hate, so I took it all out on my husband. The day he packed his things and left, I didn’t even ask him to stay. The excruciating pain on his face as he turned to look at me, just before he walked out the door, still haunts me to this day. All I saw as he left our life, our home, our nightmare, was a bottomless ocean of shattered dreams with waves of loss crashing against granite rocks of despair. We had gone from brilliant colors of love and happiness to a rapid descent into a colorless place where love didn’t exist.

I wipe tears from my eyes and try to focus on the screen. This is by far the heaviest story she’s ever written. I’ve been going for hours now and I’m feeling like a break is in order for sure. I click the save button and close my laptop. I’m exhausted. These late nights with Brisban are catching up to me. I lean back in my chair and close my eyes, letting out a sigh. My mind has images of last night on repeat. The shower was incredible. I’ve never had a man wash my hair before. His hands massaging my scalp, my back pressed against his front, and the feeling of his erection pressed against my backside as our body’s slid against one another, was amazing.

When I’m with him, he consumes me. I’m no longer Candace Greene. I’m this woman who exudes sexuality and passion and he absorbs every ounce of it. The energy that flows between us is indescribable and no matter how hard I keep trying to stop underlying feelings from bubbling up, they keep trying to creep into my mind, and it’s terrifying. He wants me to come over to his place tomorrow night and I haven’t answered yet, simply because I’m scared to take a step into his real life. The hotels are safe - they’re a fantasy land where reality can’t touch us. I feel as if the moment I step into his home I’m going to be entering into his life and the lines between fantasy and reality are going to get blurred. I don’t want that to happen.

My shoulders are stiff from working at my desk for so long so I decide to go shopping. Shopping always takes my mind off everything. I send Janette a quick text to see if she wants to join me and get ready.

Janette: Shopping for what exactly?

Me: New outfit. I told you he invited me to his place. I need something to wear.

Janette: You should show up naked under a red trench. HOT

I roll my eyes and text back.

Me: Not happening.

Janette: Wuss

Me: Yep

Janette: You gotta keep it interesting or he’s going to get bored. Shock him. Why not? This is all for fun, so why not take it to the next level?

Me: You’re a peer pressuring bitch

Janette: You’re a chicken shit. DO IT

Me: Yeah and then when I have a car accident and I’m nude it will all be your fault.

Janette: You’re so melodramatic. What time do you want to meet and where?

Me: Strip mall at 2

Janette: Ok, hooker.

“I still think you should go with my trench coat idea. This cute top and jeans isn’t very memorable if you ask me.”

I hold the top up to myself and turn from side to side, looking in the mirror. “If I show up like that he’s going to think I’m a complete and total slut. I do want to maintain some level of respect here, Janette.”

She holds up a blood red, double-breasted trench coat and smiles. “This with some killer heels and nothing else doesn’t say slutty. It says, unforgettable and fuck me.”