His Under Contract

He scoops me in up in his arms almost immediately. “I don’t think I got a damned thing done today. Hell, no bra, you know me well.” His kiss is ravenous as he allows me to slide down his body. I sway when he allows my feet to touch the floor. “Go get the almond oil you use and meet me at the tub.”

Although I’m surprised by the command, I don’t even hesitate to follow his instructions. When I find him in his bathroom, the tub is filling with hot water and I hand him the oil. He adds a few drops before he pushes down his boxer briefs. All I can think is how beautiful he is and that he’s mine, all mine.

Without a second thought, I’m on my knees in front of him, reaching for him.

A hand goes in my hair. “This isn’t what I wanted from you right now, but I’m so fucking hard for you that I don’t think I’ll be able to last long.”

Feasting on the first few inches, I stroke him as I revel in the taste of him. The hand in my hair pushes him deeper inside but not into my throat. He is close, I caress his silky pouch, only seconds later he fills my mouth. I lick him until he’s clean. When I finish, he picks me up as he steps into the tub then sets the jets in motion. Ethan fits me to face him on his lap as he stops the water.

The hot water and jets feel wonderful, but his body against mine feels even better. His mouth finds a breast, making me moan in only seconds. Even though the

amount of the oil in the water was small, it allows me to glide down his legs and rub his thickening cock along my slit. It isn’t nearly enough for either of us. Two fingers slide into my pussy, fucking me slowly. I plead for more, his cock, faster, anything. His answer is to take the two fingers out of me then slide them into my ass. With the oiled water it’s easy for him slide inside. There’s no pain as he pushes deeper without pausing, I want more. I want to know how he will feel where I wondered about him being for so long.

“Talk to me, sweetheart. How does it feel?”

“There’s no pain.” My arms go around him, holding him tight. “How is there no pain, not even discomfort?”

“It’s not the same for everyone and my cock is a hell of a lot thicker and longer than two fingers. Right now, you’re still turned on, your body still soft for more of me.” His fingers have gone as deep as they can. Now he begins to slowly fuck in and out of me, massaging me as he does. I’m moving on him, crying out for more. Two other fingers slide into my pussy, Ethan is playing my body into a body shaking orgasm.

I go limp completely. I’m vaguely aware of Ethan picking me up then grabbing two towels before carrying me into the bedroom. He lays down a towel before putting me on it. Slowly he dries me off taking the time to kiss, suck, and nibble his way along my body until I’m writhing for more.

His tongue finally stops, in order to give all its attention to my pussy, at first he’s trying to go slowly, but soon he’s as voracious as his kiss had been. I’m leaking from his attention, and between my body and the oil left over from the bath, he easily slides two fingers back into my ass and slowly begins moving in and out again.

“Ethan, please, please, before we try it can you fuck my pussy? I need your cock so badly. I’ve missed you.”

“Anything you want to do, sweetheart. When we get there, if you want to stop you just tell me. Only what makes you feel good, nothing else.”

“From behind, Ethan. I need to feel you deep and hard.” He turns me over, taking me exactly as I beg him to. Neither of us takes long to climax, we go down in a tangle of limbs, fighting for air.

Pulling me into his arms, he allows me to cuddle the way I like to the most. He sighs, “Why, exactly, do you like this crazy position so much?”

Snuggling deeper into his neck, I inhale the scent of him. “Because almost every part of you is touching me, even if you do let off enough heat to power the condo for weeks.”

“Hmm... that’s good to know. I thought you were just torturing me.”

“Well, yeah, that first night I definitely wanted to torture you.”

He laughs before slapping my ass, hard. “Smartass. You liked it in the tub, but I scared you, didn’t I?”

Blushing, I nod, “It felt really good, but like you said, you are much larger than two fingers. Yes, it scares me a little but I do want to try it. Once you’re up to it.” I tease as I rub against his thick cock, which stirs at my touch.

“Clean my cock, Holly, like a good girl.” I’m wet at his order and move to do as he bids. I’ve cleaned his cock often, enjoying every lick of it. By the time I’m done, he’s hard again. “Go get the oil.”

I’m excited as I nearly run to grab the oil. He’s on his knees, I climb onto the bed, and he stops me with his hands on my hips. “Like I said, sweetheart, if you say no it’s okay.” Two fingers slide into me, unrelenting. I do my best not to stiffen up, only to remember how good it felt before. This time, his other hand plays with one breast then the other, slowly he’s moving in and out me, massaging as he had before. When I begin begging for more, he removes his fingers.

The blunt head of his oiled cock goes in easily for the first few inches. Now both hands are on my breasts, teasing, making me gasp, and lose focus on the discomfort of him pushing deeper. There’s no pain, not yet, he begins moving out then back in again, a little deeper with every stroke, until he’s completely inside me—then stops. Every inch of him, every vein, every ridge is burned into me. This is a feeling I will always remember. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please, more.” No pain, though it doesn’t feel as good as when he’s in my pussy. Only this isn’t everything, I can feel there’s more, even if it’s pain, I want it all. Instinctively, my body clenches around him as he tries to move out of me.

“Fuck, Holly, don’t do that. It makes it harder to stay in control. I want to make this good. Please, sweetheart, don’t do that.”

“Sorry.” I moan as I move on him taking him back into me.

He laughs, then begins fucking me faster, deeper. Then he stops moving completely. I’m in agony, begging him to fuck me. The minutes he stops are agonizing, until he begins fucking me again for a several strokes before stopping again. I’m in tears, begging for him, when he gives in, taking me deeper, and harder until my climax slams into me, sending me into the mattress as I get sucked into darkness. The burning, wet heat of Ethan coming inside me sends electricity fierce and bright up my spine lighting up the darkness in brilliant perfect white light that fades as I drift to sleep.

Chapter Twenty Eight

The next month slides by without me even noticing it. Most Sundays that we weren’t with Ray, were spent roaming the city, enjoying the sites she hadn’t been able to enjoy before. We’ve made it to a few White Sox games and I love watching Holly’s cheeks glow with excitement.