Not For Sharing (Romance with Sizzle) (4 page)

“I think we
should let you simmer down now,” he declared, gently drawing out.

She was left
teetering on the edge, smouldering. ‘
What the hell?’

He sensed
her deflation and threw her a devilish wink.

“Patience
Pru, even in fairy-tales the happy ending isn’t until the last page.”

She smiled
at his trite sentiment and reluctantly agreed that her relief would be all the richer
for its postponement.

She slid
down to the floor, peering up with pantomime innocence. She knelt at his feet
and began to fold down his joggers with such care and precision it was almost
as if she was de-activating an explosive. The suspense began to build as Pru’s
eyes widened at the surprisingly alert man-hood that sprung out of Ethan’s
joggers, awaiting her full attention.

She bit her
bottom lip with alarm, inconsistent with the look of rapture in her
effervescent brown eyes. “Jeez Ethan, this could do me some serious damage.”

Ethan smiled
wickedly at Pru’s skilful use of flattery. “Most likely…. if I do it right.”

She took out
a second ice-cube from the cool-box and popped it onto her tongue, tossing it
provocatively around her mouth. Her eyes darkened to orbs of ebony as she took
his stiffness between her hands, placing one on the base and the other to guide
her mouth. The chilled ice sent a startling jolt through his un-suspecting
erection. However the sensation soon turned from shock to thrill with the
contrast of iciness and warmth stroking its length. His mouth inhaled sharply
and his neck tautened, as if placed in a trance.

Her mouth
worked slowly downwards and as she took more and more, he raised his head
sluggishly to see her devour him. He watched himself intently, throbbing,
sliding in and out of her warm and dripping mouth. His ocean-blue eyes appeared
to sizzle like smelting gunmetal as his hips shifted forward instinctively, and
a faint moan left his lips. She wanted to make him groan more; she was on a
high from being his pleasure-giver. Her tongue flicked out, applying pressure
down its length, licking and caressing it’s circumference.

He had now
lost control of his actions. He was at the mercy of his carnal urges and he
compulsively placed his hand on Pru’s head to help her along. Her lips
tightened around it’s rigidness and she sucked a little harder causing Ethan’s
eyelids to slam down like shutters and his groan became deeper, coarser. She was
ecstatic with his response and she decided to harden the sensation by raking
her teeth along him. He immediately clenched his jaw, hissing through gritted
teeth. She glimpsed up and saw the growing gratification on Ethan’ face and
within seconds he realised that his timing was now crucial.

He arose
briskly, pulled up his joggers and then lifted Pru up in a fire-man’s lift. She
let out a short joyful shriek and beamed widely, feeling like the damsel being
rescued by her super-hero. When her skirt rose up slightly, revealing a flash
of her cheeks, he spanked her behind, conjuring up a rather more Neanderthal setting.
Oh well, damsel in distress or cave-woman, she really didn’t care as long as it
was Ethan doing the lifting. He carried her over to the sheepskin rug and
gallantly laid her down to sink into its deep pile.

 
All around was the most alluring ambience she had
ever witnessed. Their oversized shadows crept around the walls as if they were
covertly spying on the naughtiness of their counterparts, the dancing flames
from the aromatic candles seemed to be joining in with the simmering excitement
and the incandescent moon infused their apartment with a flattering and
mystical effect. The suspense both excited and unnerved her as she immersed
herself under Ethan’s direction.

His former gallantry
was replaced again by primeval instinct. He recklessly pushed up her skirt around
her waist. She lay there subdued and exposed, surrendering her body for his
easy indulgence. Her tousled waves lay around her head like a celestial aura.

Ethan murmured
his thoughts out aloud as he took in the eye-popping view of the shapely form
that lay beneath him. “
Fuckk
,….you should be X-rated, you’re beyond
pornographic.”

She smiled
softly, loving that he found her so desirous. He savoured the moment, shaping
and squeezing the flesh of her voluptuous figure, inflaming his desire.

“So, how does
my Pru-Bear wanna be fucked?” he whispered greedily, his eyes piercing through
her. “Long and slow, or hard and fast?”

Never had a
sentence aroused her so much, sending her fervour sky-high.

“Mix it up a
bit, and please just keep talking”, she replied, almost dissolving under the
resonant tones of his voice.

His smooth,
smoky drawl alone was enough to incite Pru’s passion. When he had been away on
business, she had often pleasured herself just by listening to his obscene
phone-calls. Ethan leant down and whispered in her ear.

“And I want you wet, so wet that
you’re thighs are dripping. If you’re not, you’ll just get it harder until you’re
sore.”

“And if I don’t want the
soreness?”

“It’s not up
for debate honey.”

He pushed
off his joggers and stood before her, eclipsing the candlelight shimmering
behind him. He revealed the most impressively toned frame, a credit to his
labouring days in construction. Pru felt overcome with emotions of lewdness and
rapture, aching for each sculpted muscle and tendon to conquer her.

He lay down
beside her and began to tweak at her nipples, taking light nips at her breasts
in playful torment. She then grabbed his forearm to pull it up to her mouth and
trailed her tongue up over his wrist. Having always been the ‘licker’ of a
wrist and never the ‘lickee’, Ethan hadn’t realised how sensual it actually was.
Or maybe he should credit this to Pru, because with Pru it wasn’t
one
thing, it wasn’t
any
thing, it was just
some
thing about her.

She
positioned his finger to trace the outline of her cupids bow, and gently
inserted it into her mouth. She curved it across her tongue, and then raked it
over her lower teeth. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips around it as she began
to slowly draw it back and forth, indicating her bodily urges.

Ethan then
removed his hand from her mouth and affectionately entwined her fingers between
his. Pru felt soothed, knowing that their affinity ran far deeper than just an earthly
infatuation.

He guided
her hand downwards, over her inner thighs, caressing their silken dampness, and
then up between them, towards her mound, grasping at her hyper-sensitive flesh.

“Who do you
belong to Pru?” he asked in a shallow breath, stroking her fluent curves.

“You of
course, sweetie, your touch is branding my skin.”

He felt
rather proud, and dare he say it, a little smug, that he had had the honour of
transforming the beautiful, awesome Pru into his very own love-toy. Just the
thought of another man wanting to taint her with his filthy hands was enough to
torment him in his solitude, although he was ever mindful not to voice his
jealousy. It was never his intention to crush her open and unaffected spirit, especially
as it was this lovable trait that had first drawn him to her.

He began to nibble
at her lobes, passing down to blow over her neck, tiny kisses and flutters of
air but their effect was potent.

“I want you
between my legs, I need your weight pressing down on me,” she panted.

 Her
expression was fixed, her anguish laced with an equal amount of delectation.

“You’re
being too hasty again,” he replied brusquely, remaining non-responsive to her
pleas; whether this was for the purposes of control or titillation, it was a
way of letting her know that he was supervising her pleasure.

His hands
stopped their caress abruptly and moved to grip the back of her neck. He began
kissing her hard on the mouth, his manner was curt but thrilling and although
she was infuriated that he had disregarded her request, she relaxed as her
urges became slightly more tolerable.

When Ethan sensed
that she had mellowed, he rose up to kneel in front of her, seized her at the
ankles, and spread them apart, goading her libido. The imposing view of his rock-like
torso forewarned Pru of her impending capture and he mounted on to her
turbulent body. He started to rub up provocatively against her, his sizable
length whipping up her randiness with each stroke. Her torment returned with a
vengeance as he slowly reeled her back in.

“Please don’t tease,” she
implored.

“What would you like me to do
then?”

“Well, you know.”

“No, I don’t?”

“you know…make love to me.”

Ethan smiled
at her modesty and placed his ear to her mouth, as if he hadn’t quite heard
her. “Do what now?”

Pru
hesitated. She had always been tolerant of Ethan using the odd curse here and
there, in fact she was quite partial to it during his dirty talk, but she had
never felt completely at ease using it herself, in or out of the bedroom.

“If you want
me to fuck you Pru, then you’ll have to ask.”

She bit her lip and disciplined
her tongue to say it.

“O.K... fuck
me.”

Ethan, pleased with his pupil’s
progress, obliged her.

“Let’s see how
wet you are then.”

Pru was also
pleased, she wasn’t used to him co-operating so readily.

She melted
beneath him, his enticing promise priming her for her next rush. Her body became
limp and loose, ready for his long-awaited entry. He eased into her with a
tender enticement, while Pru groaned, engulfed by explicit thoughts on seeing
Ethan staring down at her, an inch from her face, dominating her actions, her
pleasure. He took hold of her legs, slipping his arms under her knees to hold
them up bent and wide.

When he had
filled her completely, he paused briefly and then slowly drew out and then
entered her again with an equal pace. He glimpsed down leisurely, fervently observing
his slow, slippery access into her limber body. He was keen to store each frame
to memory so he could re-call them at times when they were apart. If only he
could replay this moment on a loop, then his ecstasy could live on in
perpetuity, his pleasure with Pru never-ending.

She moaned
as her hips began to undulate under his strapping body, her pelvis stiffened to
push hard against his groin.

He moved his
attention to her lips, feathery kisses at first. Then, holding her jaw still
with his grip, he plunged his tongue into her receptive mouth, exploiting her
helplessness. He tasted divine, somewhat saltish.

Her hands
clambered over his muscular body in obsession; if she could have crawled inside
him, inside his soul and set up residence, she would have moved in there and
then. She dug her nails into his buttocks, pulling him in deeper, savouring
each moment as he appeased her hunger.

She was so
overwhelmed in feeling connected with Ethan that she almost forgot to breathe,
feeling mentally unable to take any more of this boundless pleasure.

“You’re such
a greedy girl, you’re loving this aren’t you,” he panted breathlessly, as he
came to a standstill.

She panicked
on cue, astounded that Ethan may have read her mind on feeling overdosed on
stimulant. She now regretted ever thinking it.

“No, you
can’t stop now.”

Ethan withdrew suddenly and
tutted, unimpressed. He raised his torso up from Pru, resting his hands down
flat at either side of her.

“Hmm, that
was very half-hearted.”

Pru kept a controlled agitation. “Darling,
you can be so annoying. Why have you stopped?”

“Because I think you’ve had more
than enough.”

“Ethan, I can take more of you, I
need more of you.”

“You’re not angry are you?” he
asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Angry? A little. Frustrated? A
lot,” she replied succinctly.

“Ok, well
I’m not moving an inch, so what now?” He seemed to be taking pleasure from
egging her on.

“You’re starting
to piss me off now Ethe.” She suspected that his provocation was leading to a
hidden reward, knowing that he never did anything without good reason. She
actually began to feel herself getting fired up, aroused at the energy building
up between them.

“Then hit me,” he demanded softly,
a look of debauchery darting across his face.

“What?”

“Look Pru, I
can take it or leave it, makes no odds to me.”

Pru knew
that Ethan had outstanding self-control; it was this refined skill that had
made him so popular with the ladies since the age of 17. So although she was
confident that he was simply trying to stir her up, there was no way she was
going to risk calling his bluff. Her heart began to beat faster; she had never
hit anyone in her life, a bit of hair-pulling with some bullies at school but
never a proper slap. She wasn’t even sure how to execute it correctly. She lifted
up her hand tentatively and then struck him hard across the face. The sharp
sound of hand meeting cheek caused Pru to gasp and bite her lip in shock.

“I’m so
sorry, that was too hard wasn’t it?”

Even Ethan
was taken by surprise and he began to rub his cheek, smiling in amusement.

“Goddam, I
didn’t realise you were that angry; but I’m still not moving.”

Pru quickly
overcame her reserve and she lifted up her hand again. It appeared that she
needed no further instruction and feeling encouraged by a rush of excitement, she
slapped him a second time. Soon they were struggling as she continued her
assault on his face and head and he gripped her at the wrists, holding them
down as he tried to disable her. The more she tried to fight him off, the more
Ethan tightened his grasp and the more inflamed she became by the flurry.

She was reaching
a high that felt gloriously euphoric, akin to a drug in its addictiveness. He
grappled with her, trying to kiss her roughly on the mouth while Pru, with her
hands incapacitated, battled to turn her face repeatedly away from him. Ethan, unable
to ignore this stimulus any longer, lunged into her and then drew back slowly,
enjoying this new relaxed flow.