More (3 page)

My
nipples are hard—so hard—and I need you everywhere at once. I
can’t…I want…I’ll touch them. I’ll twist them and pinch them and pretend it’s
you. I’ll close my eyes and imagine you’re all over me, your hands in every
place I want them to be—in my cunt, on my tits, in my ass…

You
heard me. In my ass.

Slide
two fingers up there and hit me. Now.

Him

Fuck,
did you really just say that? Yeah, you did. I can hardly breathe with
excitement, I think I might come just from hitting you. And doing that to
you…up your ass at the same time. This is fantasy layered on fantasy. Remind me
to tell you that later.

Not
now, because now I must concentrate. Here you go. I’ll use your cunt juice to
ease the way. I’ll try to be gentle.

You
don’t want it gentle?

Okay.
Get ready.

I
might stop swinging my hand onto your ass cheeks, just for a second. No, don’t
wail because I’ve paused.

Fuck,
my spanking hand is on fire. God only knows what your luscious, bright red
bottom must feel like. My palm is actually throbbing. I’ve lost count how many
times I’ve slapped you now, well into double figures but not into triple, I
don’t think. Long enough for it to become a blur and for my arm to ache, in a
good way, that is.

Perfect,
try to relax. You’ve taken my finger before. In we go.

Damn
it, my cock is going to burst soon, the vein on the underside is bulging and
heavy, my balls packing tight.

Oh,
you’re hot up here. And watching my finger go in, wow, I’ve never seen anything
like that before. I’m usually too busy working your clit to indulge in ogling
my entry.

Yeah,
that’s it, release the tension down here for me, two fingers now. I’m in. You’re
opening up for me; it’s so fucking horny to watch.

More?
You want more what? Slaps? Fingers?

Slaps,
okay.

The
crack of flesh on flesh is ringing around the room again, over and over, a bit
like firecrackers. Can you hear it through your moans, gasps and groans? It sounds
incredible but I’m glad it’s for our ears only.

I
hope I can hear the word
cunt
over this racket.

Yeah,
I would. I’m sure.

I’m
becoming a perfectionist and trying to be fair to each buttock, making them
both as red as the other, and you
are
red now. Like a ripe cherry or the
roses I bought you on Valentine’s Day.

Your
pussy lips, did you say? You want me to hit you there? Fuck, won’t that hurt in
a bad way?

No?
Okay then. I’ll try my best to aim accurately. I have to manoeuvre around my
fingers in your ass. I’m pumping them too, fucking you with my fingers. This is
a tricky situation, I’m sorry if it’s not quite right.

Oh,
fuck, that was a loud yelp.

Sorry.

Okay,
sorry, I won’t say sorry.

Yes,
I will do it again. On your pussy lips if that’s what you really want.

It
is.

Get
ready.

Oh,
that was a wonderful moan, you sounded so primitive, feral, like you had no
control over that noise bubbling up from your chest.

Do
it again for me.

Hit.

Yes.
I love you groaning like that. And fuck, your ass-hole is going to stop the
circulation to my fingers. I don’t care, spunk is dripping down my cock now.

Come
soon, ’cause I will. This is off-the-scale amazing. I feel like a star in my
own porno movie.

Her

We
could do that. Film it. Make a movie of you slapping me. Train the camera on my
ass so I can watch your finger going in and out. So I can see my red skin. Does
it…
slap
…look as red as it feels? Does it…
slap
…look like my skin’s
burning and…oh, fuck, I’m going to come soon.

Grab
your cock. Bring yourself off as you’re hitting me. I want you to come with me.
Over me. On my slit. Yes! Aim for my slit so I can feel your cum as it lands,
hot and wet. I want it to get messy, cum spewing onto your fingers as you slap
my wet lips. That word, you love it, don’t you.

Slit.

Come
on my slit.

It’s
nearly there. I want to see you, see you fucking your fist. Lean closer so I
can feel you moving, so your fist bumps my ass every time you pull up on your
cock. Oh, yes, that’s it. Smack me again.

Again!

Stop
touching yourself. I want you in me. Shove it in. Hard. Hold my shoulder with
one hand and slap me with the other. The burn, the stretch of you going inside.
Shit, I love that bit. The surge. The impaling. The way your tip…hits the top
like that. I’m pinching my nipples again—you see that? Is my ass rippling
like you said it might? Yes?

And
it feels good to see it, yes?

You’ve
grown harder. Or have I grown tighter? Either way I can feel your vein
pulsing—like it does when your cock’s in my mouth and I’m sucking you off
and you’re just about to…come. Have your balls bunched some more? Are you
nearly there? One more hit, just one more hit and I think I’ll…

Lights
are bursting, sparkling behind my eyelids. My head, it’s swirling, as though
I’m falling, and my chest is so tight. I’m panting, short sharp inhalations
that help me through the pain on my ass cheeks. Pleasure’s rippling, spreading
through my cunt lips and peaking in my clit before starting the journey all
over again. It’s too much, this feeling, the sensations threatening to make me
black out. Sweat, I can feel the sweat from your thighs on my ass, the salt
stinging the tender flesh.

And
I love it.

How
does it feel to be inside me. To hit me? How…oh God, that’s enough.

Cunt!

Now
hold both…my shoulders. That’s it, really fuck me, fuck me harder than…you’ve
done before. I’m ready to go again, one wave of coming into another. Yes,
harder, really give it to me. Dig your nails in. Mark me.

Give
me something to look at tomorrow when you’re at work.

Him

The
words spilling from your mouth—I love them. Slit, the way you call your
pussy your slit. It’s so rude. But that’s what it looks like, a slit of slick,
shiny flesh that my cock is ramming into, over and over.

And
yes, pull your nipples, hard. Don’t be gentle, be rough and mean. That’s how
this fuck is. There is nothing tender about it. It’s what you wanted, remember?

 Maybe
I should get you some of those nipple clamps as a treat. Bloody hell, did I
really just think that?

Yes,
I did. I
will
buy them. Soon.

Ah,
this is so good, slapping you, fucking you. Your ass beacon-red and bucking
with each connection, your back shiny with sweat and your hair, mussed and
tangled, sticking to your shoulders. I could get used to seeing you like this,
wild and needy. Bent over for me with everything offered up.

This
isn’t how I thought I would feel. The sense of total ownership and control is
so new, so vivid. I feel alive, on fire, like I’m the only man in the world. My
excitement is off the scale. When did I last feel so turned on? So on the edge?

I
don’t know but without you I wouldn’t be here doing this at all. I wouldn’t
have dared.

I
love you.

I’m
slapping you really hard now. My arm is aching, my muscles working to the max.
And my hand marks are all over you, a blurry mess of stained, blotchy skin set
alight by our passion.

Yes,
my balls are tight, so tight they’re packing up inside me. You like that, do
you? That I’m so hard and teetering on the edge of my control?

You
are too. You’re twisting and trembling. Your pussy so tight and wet, gushing
around me. I can see your moisture slipping down your legs, creaming onto my
pubes.

I’m
gonna make you come any second. This slapping, this damn good fucking I’m
giving you, it’s working, isn’t it? Jesus, I’m going to come too. My cock is so
hard, painfully so. The pressure is mounting. It’s almost too much. The
explosion will be here soon.

Very
soon.

I’m
not sure if I can slap you while I come. It’s gonna be too intense. I don’t
even know if I’ll be able to stand up.

You
want me to stop hitting now?

Thank
God.

Oh,
yeah, you’re there, the way you’re arching, shoving back onto me and then…ah,
that’s what I love. Your cunt hugging my shaft, powerful pulses of bliss
drawing out mine, it’s too much…

The
surge in my cock is both agony and ecstasy. Heat burning up my dick and
spilling into your depths. And you’re wailing now, screaming for more, yeah,
here’s more. Keep coming baby and I’ll keep fucking.

This
is awesome.

Cunt!

You
said the word. Fuck. You want me to just hold your shoulders. I can do that.
Jesus, I’m still hard, still hard enough to drag another climax from you. Good
girl, take it, take all of me.

You’re
mine, only mine.

Don’t
you ever forget that.

Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought. But it turns out an
old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I’d been
forced to hide it after reading, has sunk deeper into my erotic subconscious
than I’d ever imagined. Luckily, though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side
of me that has risen to the surface after all these years. In a whirlwind of
wanton adventures that pushes us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to
rediscover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to
accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.

REVIEWS FOR
THAT FILTHY BOOK

FALLEN ANGEL REVIEWS - I recommend that every woman read this
book, because unless you experience it for yourself, I am not sure I can convey
the emotion this book evokes. Read the book. You won't be disappointed. 

EROTICA FOR ALL - I really enjoyed That Filthy Book. Yes, it’s
incredibly kinky, dirty and totally lives up to its name. But it’s much more
than that too – fabulously well written, engaging and heartwarming.

BEYOND ROMANCE - If you want to be convinced that there is
indeed (super-hot!) sex after marriage, buy this filthy but delightful book.

I stared at him, this husband of mine, his naked form rendered
a silhouette from the brightness of the sun streaming through the hotel room
window. The light filtered through his black tousled hair, glinted off his
shoulders, giving him a glowing aura. This was our first time alone together
since what felt like forever, what with meeting and having children in the
blink of an eye. Ten years had passed—where had the time gone?—and
here we were, away for two nights just so we could get back to being who we
used to be; why we’d become a couple in the first place.

The sun had hung heavy in a blue swathe of cloudless sky
earlier, the fiery orb almost lazy in its placement, as though someone had
painted a picture and tossed in the yellow ball, not caring where it landed.
Funny how the sky could be deceptive, making a person think it was hot outside
when it was cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. Faint, puffy
clouds had appeared since I’d first woken, too, and I marvelled at the way my
body had gone back to its old, pre-children habits. Waking, having sex, dozing
off again.

Now—around noon—it was time to get up, go out and
do something, I supposed, but what I didn’t know. I didn’t have any energy for
anything much beyond another languid fuck. A tress of my long blonde hair
tickled my bare breast, the ends teasing my nipple. It sparked desire inside me
again, and I wondered if my body would ever get enough this weekend. God, I’d
been insatiable since we’d arrived last night. Perhaps shirking off the shackles
of motherhood, of the responsibilities that came with the job, had freed my
mind and allowed me to abandon everything. I had become what I once was—a
woman who enjoyed a hot night of sex with her man, not giving a hoot whether
her screams of pleasure could be heard; whether the banging of the headboard
would wake someone.

But I hadn’t shaken them off. Not really. They still lingered,
a shadow of feelings, whispers of our children’s laughter, thinking I could
hear them calling me... Tess and Lucy, our two wonderful little girls. And then
there were whispers of my fantasies, ones I’d held in check since I’d read a
sexy book many years ago. Ones that had made me think I was dirty for wanting
them. When I’d first met Jacob, I’d shoved away the feelings of guilt and let
the fantasies surface, briefly. Our rampant sex had been too enjoyable, too
damn hot to allow myself to dwell on whether what we did was right, but as the
years had rolled by and I’d become embroiled in motherhood, kinky sex had
fallen by the wayside, and the old trappings had moved in permanently. We can’t
do this because we’re parents. We can’t do that because of the girls. We can do
that because it’s too
rude...