A Quartet of Pleasures – Four Steamy, Symphonic Shorts

“Shh,” he said against her ear. “You have to be quiet.”

“I can’t. I can’t!”

“Shh.” Ethan stroked her hair as he bottomed out inside her. She moved her hips, squeezing his hard length and arching to slide her clit against his pelvis.

“It feels so good. How does it feel this good?” She gritted her teeth so she wouldn’t yell again, but she was afraid she was still talking too loud. She clamped her lips shut and gave herself up to the incredible dual sensation of rope holding her wrists and Ethan fucking her like a freaking god. It was too much, combined with the excitement of struggling. Ethan gazed down at her, his lips set in a line.

“Don’t pull too hard at the rope.” He reached to still her wrists. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

“I don’t care.”

“I care. Stop pulling so hard, or I’ll stop fucking you.”

She didn’t understand how he could be capable of that, but he did stop inside her. She stared up at him, at his stern, handsome features. “Please, I’ll try to stop pulling. I can’t help it.”

“I knew you’d be trouble.”

He wrapped his hands around her wrists, driving into her again. When he was deep, all the way inside, he opened his hands over hers and held them, and kissed her. If she’d felt trapped before, she was really trapped now. It was one of the most blissful experiences of her life.

“Ethan,” she cried, only to have his lips descend again. He captured her cries in his mouth as he urged her closer to orgasm. She was so aroused, so crazy-turned-on, she was almost in pain. Of course, if she’d learned anything that day, it was that pain could bring pleasure.

“I don’t want to come yet,” she said, struggling against his hold. “I don’t want you to stop fucking me yet.”

“It doesn’t have to be a one-time thing, you know.” He laughed and let go of one of her hands to spank the side of her ass. She squeaked and squeezed on his shaft, writhing against him. “Oh, we enjoy being spanked, do we?” he teased. “Good to know.”

He spanked her again, and then again on the side of her ass, fucking her all the while. She was definitely, definitely kinky. She gave up all efforts to delay her climax at that point and let her body shiver and shake through the most intense orgasm of her life. Her pussy clenched around his cock as she came and came, gasping his name.

Halfway through her orgasm, she realized Ethan was releasing her wrists. Instead of yanking at the rope—and hurting her wrists—she was able to throw her arms around his shoulders and bury her face against his neck. She restrained herself from biting him, barely, as she enjoyed the spectacle of his orgasm. He twitched and groaned, and pounded her pussy so hard her legs flew to the sides.

“Don’t let go of me,” she begged when he came to rest. “Not yet.”

He pressed his cheek to hers. “No, not until you’re ready.”

He braced himself over her on his elbows, which she appreciated, because she could hold him close without being crushed. He smelled so good, so familiar. That was the thing about fucking a long-time friend. She knew so many things about him already, and now she knew this.

While she drifted in her thoughts—the main one being that Ethan was good at fucking—he kissed her forehead and her eyes, and her lips whenever he could get to them.

“I knew you’d be trouble,” he teased.

“I’m not trouble.”

“Look at me.”

She gazed into his eyes. The blue was so intense when they were that close. “I can’t look at you,” she said. “You’re too handsome.”

He smiled and kissed her, a long, demanding, possessive kiss. “I’ve been handsome all this time, and you never noticed.”

“Oh, I noticed.” She let him go, then flicked a glance down at his cock as he pulled out to remove the condom. “I just never knew the rest.”

“Well, I only show the rest to women I think will appreciate it.”

Ruby sighed. “I appreciated it very, very much.”

He lay back beside her and pulled her into his arms, and she rested her head on his shoulder. He sighed and stroked her hair. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

“Sleep with me?” she asked.

“Well, yes, but also play with your hair. It’s so long and silky. I’ve wanted to brush it forever.”

“I hate brushing it,” she said with a laugh. “You can brush it for me anytime.”

“Cool. I’ll hold you to that.”

The rope, somehow, had ended up beside her, and after he finished playing with her hair, he picked it up and used the end of it to caress her shoulder and stomach, and the tips of her breasts.

“I can’t. No.” She pushed his hand away. “Not yet. Five minutes.”