All of What You See

“So fucking beautiful. How have you not been claimed before now?” his voice conveys his emotion. In it I hear disbelief and wonder. I need to turn my head, block him from breaking me open. Splitting open my heart and laying everything I have held tight to me, at his feet. “Oh no baby. You won’t be locking me out of that pretty little head. I want inside of every part of you, starting with this sweet smelling pussy.” “How…how are you doing this?” I ask him out of breath and panting. His words are potent.

“No fucking clue baby, but it the longer I am with you, the stronger it gets and further into you I am pulled. Now spread those thighs.” Shit. I am a fully grown, strong independent woman who has been on my own for quite some time. I haven’t done as I was told in longer than I can remember, but all I want to do is obey every command he gives me. What the hell is happening?

I watch as he licks his lips, sweat beading down his forehead. I am twenty three years old, and I have never been underneath, above or in any position with a man. Is it crazy that I am nervous wondering what he sees when he looks at me like this? “Is that what you are worried about?” my eyes jump to his and I gasp. The light is blinding, but it is the picture ensconced in the light that is the most beautiful. I see me. Myself, wrapped in warm sun, laid in a field of wheat and grass, my skin bronze and shiny. My hair is laid out behind me. This version of me is sexy. Exotic even. A tear flows down the side of my face followed by another.

“I’ve never…I…wow.” I can’t find the words for what just happened. I have never been able to see myself before.

“Exactly.'' He kisses me and I feel the last of my defenses fall. His hands tug at my pants as we continue this sensual dance. I am lost. Lost in this man who sees me as some sexy angel. I am lost in the way his hands explore my body but also commands it. My pants hit the floor and my legs open, no thought or hesitation. I don’t know what I expect from him, but he surprises me once again. Instead of dropping to the floor, he pulls off my top and growls. “where is your fucking bra, Fern?” Did he just growl? Holy shit that was hot. My clit throbs as the vibrato from his rumble resonates through me. “Answer me.” I jump when he twists my nipples between his fingers.

“Shit.” I hiss, a fever coming over me from that pain.

“Oh you liked that did you? Is my baby a pain nymph?'' Oh God. Why did he have to call me that? How the hell should I know? I don’t know what I like or don’t.

“Ouch.” I buck against him when he bites my other nipple. The pain mixed with his wet mouth is sending me spiraling.

“Wear a damn bra, baby. These juicy tits are for my eyes only. Understand?'' He doesn’t wait for my answer. His mouth sucks and nips at my tits over and over, swallowing and spitting on them. His fingers move over my naked body, taking in all the contours, fondling every inch, driving me out of my mind. His knuckle grazes my clit and I spring off the bed. “Christ, baby. This pussy is on fire. Is this greedy little kitty asking for something, Fern?'' Does he want me to answer him? Smack. Apparently so. “Answer me baby. I need to hear your voice.” “Y-yes. Yes.” “Good girl.” I watch through hooded eyes as he drops to his knees, and inhales, the tip of his nose touching my clit. “Fucking Ambrosia. I have never been a criminal before in my life, but this pussy is going to get a motherfucker killed if he comes near you.” “N-no one else.” I buck my hips closer to his mouth. His words are driving me out of my mind, and I am going to…”Ooooo.” my hands grip his head as he takes a long languorous glide through my lips with his tongue and the oxygen leaves my lungs. “Loid.'' The room is spinning. It’s like being on a tilt-a-whirl at a carnival. Everything is moving at warped speed before my eyes. He licks from my clit to my rosebud and my body is a live wire, sparking and surging with new vigor.

“So sweet. Such a sticky, pink slit you have got, baby. So fucking tight I can’t get my tongue inside of you. You are going to strangle my dick aren’t you?” he doesn’t expect an answer and thank fuck because words are elusive. The slurping sounds are obscene and filthy. It makes me juice more.