Loving Her: Complete Boxset (Siri's Heart #1-12), page 95
"Ah! That feels so good!"
We soak ourselves and relax in silence. Leaning our heads against the edge and touching with only our fingertips, we let the circulating bubbles wash away the remnants of our love making session. There is no need to talk right now. We are both completely satisfied. My eyes are closed and my mind is still. Only the soft sensation of the water caressing my skin fills my mind, cleansing it too of the noise that generally stays turned on.
I feel his fingers tapping mine. I open my eyes and turn my head to see him. His expression is so sweet. "I enjoy making you moan."
My expression returns his. "Ditto."
He laughs. "I can tell when you are well rested. You have very concise communications."
I chuckle and close my eyes. "Umm hmm. Your whore is enjoying herself."
"Ready for Round 3? I feel like playing with you again."
I open my eyes to see his twinkling. The crinkle is back and he pushes off the wall to come hold me in his arms. "What do you have in mind?" I tilt my head and grin as I put my arms around his neck.
"Do you like to swing?" He asks as he walks us to the infinity edge.
That word triggers flashes of images in my head. One right after the other. Quintus, Darren and Angela, The Swingers, some of my Fucking Fantasies, but just as quickly as they pop in, they are dismissed as ludicrous. He isn’t asking that.
He starts to laugh under his breath, and I focus on his face. "I don’t want to know what ran through your naughty mind, but I was referring to swinging in a sex swing."
"Oh!" I giggle. "That sounds like fun! Is it?"
He laughs. "I don’t know. I’ve never used it. But when I bought it, it did."
He slips us carefully over the edge into the cooling pool and we swim side by side to other end. We go back inside dripping wet and run through the bedroom to the bath for towels. He grabs our clothes on the way, digs our phones out, tosses them on the bed, then follows me into the bathroom. I go into the closet to grab the towels and he drops our clothes in a hidden laundry chute in the bathroom. We meet back in the dressing room. He steps comes in with a black leather harness and drops it on the bench.
"Crucial!" I grin wickedly as I dry my hair. "Where did you get that?" I look past him.
"My weight room is off the bathroom. It’s been in there, tucked away."
"Ah! A weight room! The thought of watching you work out sounds like fun!" I hand him his towel and admire the way his hand, hidden by the fabric, pushes his skin while he dries himself. His big muscles flow up like a wave because they are so fucking huge! When he is dry, I hold my hand out for the towel and he gives it to me. I go back into the bathroom to hang them up to dry and see the door cracked. I walk over to it and stick my head in. I’m a little disappointed to see it is just a weight room. No red walls and no special BDSM toys and tools. When I come back into the bedroom, I see he has a Leatherman Multi-Tool out and is attaching the swing to the bed frame. I crawl in the center of the mattress and do my stretches as he works. He stops occasionally to watch me, then grins and gets back at it when I stop and grin at him. We finish about the same time, and he tests the strength of the hooks, putting his heavy arm in and pushing down on it. He tells me as he leans in with his hands on top of the bed. "What say we use it to fuck to music?" He reaches for his phone and I kick it to him while I pick mine up too. "What do you recommend?"
"Depends. Do you mean what’s some good fucking music? Or some good fucking music?"
"Yes, I do." He winks his killer wink and grins wickedly at me as he stands ready. "I’m making a new playlist and titling it, 'Swing Tunes.'"
"Let’s see. 'Boom Boom Pow' by Blacked Eyed Peas, umm, and maybe, DJ Sega, 'Bodies Hit The Floor.'" I tell him. I wait as he gets it ready. "What’s your choices?"
"Done." He ignores my question and sets his phone down. "Come here. It’s time to fucking dance." His grin splits his face and his eyes crinkle. The rascal is here and he lunges on the bed to catch me, but I dart away. He rolls on his back, extends his arms and catches my foot before I can pull it up under me. "You can’t get away from me. I’m never letting you go." He tells me as his arm pins my foot against his ribs and begins to tickle the bottom of it. At first, I’m all about resisting, but his soft stroking with his hot electric skin quickly sends mine into shivers and I’m screaming from his torture while I giggle my fool head off. I collapse on the bed and beat it with my hand, slapping and screaming for him to "STOP IT! ...Quit! QUIT! You’re killing me!"
Suddenly we hear a loud banging on the Bear. We both freeze and the silence is crazy quiet. I look at Aurei and he is looking at the door thinking. His brow is furrowed. The knock bangs again and he looks at me. My eyes are wide. "Cover up." He commands as he slides off the bed and grabs the top sheet. He wraps it around himself as he heads to the door. I grab the first thing I can, Titty Bare, and hug her to hide my nakedness.
Two Hundred Ten
When Aurei pulls the door open, I see a woman on the other side. She has dark hair, dark skin, and dark eyes. She is attractive and medium height and build. Her eyes look past him and focus on the bed, then they hone in on me. He walks through and pulls the door behind him, blocking her nosey stare. Before the door closes I hear her. "I can’t believe you went against my advice."
As the door rests on the frame, I hear Aurei’s low tone. "This better be an emergency."
I strain to hear what is being said, but can’t, so I slide off the bed and trot to the door. Titty Bare and I lean against it listening. "What the hell are you thinking, Maximus? Bringing your whore here? The press is crucifying you and you flaunt her in their face? Have you lost your mind? Everything I have worked so hard for, everything I have helped you build, is in jeopardy. Don’t you realize that?"
"Shut the fuck up. This is none of your business."
"You are planning on keeping her hidden in the cabin, aren’t you?"
"Is this an emergency or not?"
"Yes, I consider this an emergency. I don’t want to see you shamed in front of the family and the world."
"Goddamn it. If you had not been ...." His voice gets too low to hear. "I should fire your ass right now for insubordination." His hand touches the door knob. "Get out of my house."
Oh shit! Titty Bare and I sprint to the bed.
As the door opens and my Fucking Golden God walks through looking like he’s in an emperor in a white toga, I hear her spout. "You can’t be serious about introducing your parents to her!"
My eyes touch hers and the fear mixed with hatred is evident. Enemy #1. Then my eyes fall to Aurei’s as he tells her with an impassive voice. "I already have!" And the door slams shut behind him. The bang is loud and booms in the quiet, solidifying the statement.
Half way to me, I ask him. "Who the fuck was that?"
"No one."
"That’s bullshit!"
"No one important."
"She has the key code to get in." I give him, a 'not so fast look.'
He takes the sheet off, and throws it on the bed as he climbs up. "Remind me to change the code when we are finished." He grins. "Now where were we?" He pulls me into his arms. "Oh yeah. We were about to fucking dance." I hold my hand up and try to stop him, but he pushes me onto the bed and kisses me until I submit to him. When my 'stop' hand slides around his waist and down to his ass, he lifts his head. "Mia. That was Mia."
"Oh. I’m sorry my sassy ass is causing you trouble."
"Your sassy ass isn’t causing me trouble." He chuckles. "Mia is always trying to maneuver everyone else, making sure she has the advantage. It’s a great personality trait for corporate business if she’s on your side, but not so much the rest of the time."
"Don’t be too hard on her. She’s really just afraid of change. She’s family and blood is thicker than water. Stay positive. Everything will be alright."
He kisses my nose and smiles. "And that’s another reason to love you."
"Are you counting?"
He pushes the sex swing to test my weight. It moves away and then returns. My torso is strapped in and my hands and feet are tied to it too. I hold the cables so I can brace myself and watch. He tells me as he moves the mattresses off the bed and turns the raised platform into a stage for the swing. "Tonight when our eyes touch, I want you to see us fucking to our own music."
"I think I’m gonna like this better than pole dancing." I tell him as I approach and he lines the swing up vertical to the level of his cock.
He backs away and cues our playlist to start. I expect the first musical notes to be of "Boom, Boom, Pow," but it’s of Clarence Carter. I throw my head back and "Ha. Ha. Ha." His grin busts his cheeks as he starts his 'sexy as fuck’ side to side dance step for me to "Strokin." I laugh as he dances and grooves to the song.
His rhythm and motion is some kinda of sexy! Holy Fuck Me To Heaven! This man is loaded with IT!
He dances to the East, then spins and dances to the West. When the song says to give it to the woman you love, he steps up and strokes me. Putting that perfect rod in my perfect pussy in perfect rhythm and timing to the song. Then when the song talks about the time of day to make love, he backs away and grooves. I watch fascinated as this man who presents a reserved persona to the public, finally lets his guard down to the music and the moment takes his soul.
Sweet Zeus! Father of the Fucking Gods.
Sexy Beast begins to ooze from him. He grabs his package and walks toward me with all the swagger of a REAL man! In the song, when the police asks what is happening, my bad boy dips his knees and strokes the air, then dances to the East, spins to the West, steps up and, Holy ... Fuck, strokes his woman best!
His eyes bore into mine as he bangs my thang and asks me how long has it been since love was made, "Yesterday?"
I nod my head to the rhythm of the song.
Bang! Bang! He gives it to me.
"Last week?"
"Yes!"
Bang! Bang!
"Last year?"
"No."
Bang! Bang!
"Tonight?"
I nod up and down and he speed bangs my thang.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gawd! That feels good!
When the song describes 'how' to do it, he gives me his best interpretation of the terms, hard, long, soft and short. I lay my head back, straining, trying not to orgasm, then he pulls out and I raise my head to see him dance to the East, then spin to the West. He swags back up to me, holding his cock, knowing what he does to me, and pushes the swing away. I watch my Golden God being a Golden God, standing tall, waiting for impact. BANG! My pussy slams into him and my clit jolts with the intensity, sending delicious shivers like lightning throughout my body. Then he gives me that direct piercing look and sassy-fies us, pumping me deep and long, short and fast, until my playful face is gone and I repeat his name in an orgasmic mantra, "Aurei Moore. Aurei Moore. Aurei Moore. Ooh FUCK. Aurei Moore." My "O" face locked down and I’m ready to release it, then the song implies 'not so fast, up my ass' and he stops. I peek at him and his eyebrow is cocked with a 'hmmm' look, making me crack up laughing. He chuckles too and pushes the swing away, dancing to the East and West again. When the swing returns, he steps back up, thrusts his hips forward waiting for it strikes an Adonis pose.
BANG!
"Fuck that’s good!" I moan.
He pushes me away and I see a hint of a smirk flitter across his face while he strikes another adonis pose, making me giggle. When the swing returns and slams us together, ramming his cock to the hilt and pounding my pussy with such a satisfying shock, I moan like the whore I am. Loud and long as the pleasure shoots through me.
Each time I swing away, he strikes a different Adonis pose and beyond a doubt that Golden God body should compete in a bodybuilding competition and I know I love him as surely as I love myself.
When Strokin ends, the rascal in him smiles at me. Then he holds me in his arms and unhooks the bottom end of the swing. My feet fall free to the floor and while I stand, he pulls the cables to my arms tight, stretching them over my head and forcing me up on my tiptoes.
I lace my fingers together and grin as "Kiss Kiss" by Chris Brown Featuring T-Pain starts. He begins to dance and rub himself on my body. He grabs his package again and swags around me, giving me a full view of his coffee bean, perfect fucking muscle as he flexes it. His magnetism is so powerful, my mouth is watering and unsatisfied, horny pussy is soaking my legs. He drops low and drags himself up my body, making sure I know, that he knows, that I want his lovey dovey, kiss, kiss. When he is towering over me, he buries his face in my hair at the nape of my neck, and mauls me, while his cock slides between my ass cheeks and strokes me. He doesn’t stroke long, but steps back, and moves to my side, working his way around my body, sliding up and down as he grinds.
My pussy is pounding between my legs, demanding he find her, and stop teasing her, but he doesn’t. He drives me mad sucking wherever his mouth is when the lyrics sing, "kiss, kiss." Tits. Ass. Neck. Anywhere and everywhere but the one spot that wants his lovey dovey.
When the song ends, he moves in front of me, puts his hands on mine up over my head, presses his body against mine and wave fucks me with his hot alpha male manliness pushing against my soft feminine curves.
I’m so horny now, I close my eyes and not only do my lips tremble, but every fiber of my being starts to tremble.
Two Hundred Eleven
He kisses me, giving me his tongue to latch onto and only his hard demanding mouth meat stops my shaking as the song counts down to "yeah" and ends.
He continues to kiss me and I devour him, showing him my need for him. He squeezes his hands over mine when I feel his hands start a slow, sensuous movement downward I wrap them around the bindings and hold myself up. His hands tickle as he slides over my ribcage building even more anticipation inside me as "Boom, Boom, Pow" starts. When the drumbeat taps, he seizes my legs and opens me open. I spread them wide so he can pump me to the different beats.
"Ah!" I moan from my throat.
Straining, we both begin to sweat with ordeal of this extended fucking session. His musk mixes with mine and the smell of our love juices is intoxicating.
When Fergie raps, I wrap my legs around his waist and take over pumping him. He smiles into my eyes and our love connection is pinging off the fucking charts, then he "Boom, Boom, Pow’s" me. When Fergie sings again, I rotate on him, until he is grabs my hips and pumps me.
"Beast-mode!" I tell him and he answers with another hard demanding kiss. We groove and bond this way the whole song. As it finishes, he withdraws his cock and returns his hands to mine, grinning.
Then "Pony" by Ginuwine starts to play and he dances his Magic Mike hot body against mine while he takes his sweet time releasing me.
SEXY is the only fucking word that fits!
When I am finally free, I shove him and point to the stairs. He takes a seat and I give him a lap dance as his eyes bore into mine. Shaking my ass, my tits, and every part above, in-between and below, I tease him. I slap my own ass cheeks again and again until they burn red. Then I hone in on his cock and proceed to tease his golden rod with an intensity that would make most men lose complete control, riding an imaginary pony for him. Finally, he does. He stands up, grabs my hips and pushes my head down. Then slides his cock inside, and spanks my ass until I jerk away, but he holds me firm, and I twerk on him, riding that pony until the song is over.
When "Bodies Hit The Floor" starts, we grin at each other wickedly. He takes my hand and backs up toward the mattress. I match his step, stalking him to the rhythm, but he spins me around with an amazing move and I become the prey. Then he pushes me down while he sweeps my feet, intending to land on top of me, but as I fall, I counter with a twisting move and flip him. He lands on his back and I fall on top of him. When we bounce, he grabs for me, but I manage to scramble away. We face off and he laughs, "Battle."
I laugh back, "Bring it on."
He lunges and grabs my wrist, jerking my body to him, but I use the momentum to step on his bicep, dance across his shoulder and break free. He laughs again, "Slick move."
"Yeah, buddy."
"Wrestling a woman is a lot different than wrestling a man."
"You forgot I train with Brutus."
He feints his head and fakes a move left. I fall for it and his arms wrap themselves around me. As we struggle for dominance, the sexual tension rises and we are both left panting and sweating. Several times he almost pins me, but I manage to avoid being trapped by contorting my body and sliding free.
He swears, "Damn it. You’re…."
"Slippery when wet," I laugh.
"Yeah, that too, but I was going to say quick as a cat."
"Meow!" I purr for him. He looks down shaking his head, and I pounce.
Instead of ducking down and trying to get out of the way, he rears up and lets me land on his chest while his hands snatch and grab mine. Then he throws me off to the side, and I land on my stomach, face buried in the mattress, pinned. His hands push me down into it and I lay prone, while he mounts me. His cock wedges itself between my butt cheeks. "Fuck, baby girl, you’re a hard one to master."
He fucks me to the lyrics "Hit The Floor" and the top mattress literally bounces off the bottom one and onto the floor. He enjoys his dominant position, knowing I’m completely at his mercy to orgasm. Using the music to drive us, he syncs his thrusts and at the crescendo, he pounds fast and furious. We explode right on cue with the song, both winners in the end.
Exhausted, he pulls me to him to spoon and we sleep.
I wake first and lay for a moment listening to the sounds of my man’s even breathing in my ear. His sweet breath blowing on my shoulder. I have no idea what time it is, or what time the dinner starts, but if I’m going to do my hair like Aurei wants, I should get started.
I lift his heavy arm and slide out. Making my way to the shower, I pass the revolving clothes rack. There is a beautiful red dress and matching shoes in a clear bag hanging from it. Next to it is a black tuxedo with tails, a red bow tie and cummerbund.
