Stricken Resolve (28 page)

I can’t believe he’d get a tattoo with my
name on it.

“Why’d you do that?” I caress the side of his
leg and hear his sharp intake of breath. I’m affecting him like I
know he is me.

“Because you do crazy things to me,” he
huskily states, the deepness in his voice laving the sensitive
parts of my body, turning me to putty in his hands.

Lightly dusting my fingertips over the
contours of the tattoo and his muscled thighs. Out of the corner of
my eye I catch the mouthwatering glimpse of the most beautiful cock
on the planet, hardening into a thick rod in his dark boxer
briefs.

“Does my Bear want to make love to his
woman?” I whisper, never stopping my fingers from trailing closer
to the front of his thigh and the bulge that is pushing out of the
top of his boxers, because it’s folded against him. Licking my lips
I stare at the succulent bead of pre-come oozing from his perfect
slit.

“Mama Bear,” he groans, as I dance my fingers
closer and tickle the edge of his thickness.

“Do you want me?” I seductively murmur,
unable to keep myself from salivating over the succulent cock
positioned between his legs.

“I do…But...” Once my hand reaches the top of
his delicious mass, he grabs it, pulling it away. Bringing my
fingers to his mouth and kissing my knuckles one-by-one. I watch in
amazement as each little peck sears straight to my loins, igniting
a hot pool of juices in my panties.

“You
will
make love to me. But only,
and I do mean only, if you are positive you want to be with me. You
have
to be sure. I can’t feel the soft beauty of your pussy
sucking around my cock without marking you as mine for the rest of
our lives. It will ruin me if I get another taste of that
perfection not knowing that you will forever be
mine
,” he
gruffly states, his eyes boring into mine, cuffing my soul and
locking it to his, in a single passionate stare.

“Yes,” I moan, unable to see straight. The
words that impart from his lips affecting me so intensely I can
hardly stand. He really does want me,
forever
.

“Yes, what?” His tone is clipped and
demanding. But in a way that makes me weak at the knees and I fall
into him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, his dick pressed
tightly against my belly.

“I will be forever yours.”

“Only mine,” he growls and I nod into his
chest.

“Only,” I breathe, kissing his peck.

Bending down, he sweetly nuzzles his way into
the crook of my neck and suddenly he territorially sinks his teeth
in.

Oh my god! I think I might come.

“Oh, James!” I gasp, throwing my head back,
inviting him to mark me, to take whatever he wants. I want it all.
I want him to exude his strength over me. To finally let go and
consume me. To be brave and dominate me.

“You are mine, Emily.”—Bite—“I went insane
without you.”—Harder bite—“I can’t do this anymore. I need to be
inside of you.” He bites and takes what is his. Seizing my hips, he
lifts me and wantonly I wrap my legs around his waist. Reaching
under my dress, he shreds my panties in one quick tug and throws
the remnants in the sand. Turning his attention back to me, his
eyes lock onto my supple lips and his hot demanding mouth crashes
down on mine, sucking the air from my lungs, driving my heart into
a hammering mess in my chest. The butterflies crashing wildly
through my body.

Ardently plunging his tongue between my lips,
he fervently kisses me, as he angles his cock against my dripping
core and powerfully thrusts deep into me, sheathing himself
entirely. I raggedly moan into his mouth as we hungrily devour each
other. Our lips locked, loudly kissing, my hands roaming over his
shoulders, his neck.

More, I want more. Oh, James, fuck me.

Lifting my hips, using his neck as leverage,
I forcefully pound my aching core down onto his hard soaking cock.
Beating my pussy into hot climatic ecstasy.

“Oh yes James,” I scream, impaling myself
over and over with his length, his teeth painfully biting my neck
in deep marking wounds, that will last for days and maybe forever.
Hopefully forever. With hands on my ass, he grinds into me, filling
me, stretching me, torturing me on the edge of sated bliss.

“You feel so good,” he growls, sucking on my
neck, his tongue lapping the deep wounds into a need for more. More
pleasure, more pain, more of my James.

“Bite more.” Shamelessly, I press his mouth
to my neck. My hand forcing his lips and teeth to sink in.

A deep all-consuming growl vibrates through
his chest and he jerks his iron rod deep into me. Furiously
penetrating deep into my belly, making me scream, my toes curling,
my body tensing as the waves crash over me.

“I’m coming!” I wail, digging my nails into
his shoulders.

“Come more, my love, more, I want more of
your hot come all over my cock,” he demands, pounding into me.
Kneading my plush ass in his giant hands.

Wow, he’s changed. What kind of hot sexy man
has taken possession of my shy, sex god? Turning him into a foul
mouthed sex machine. Fuck, I love it! Damn, he is so perfect.

Shit, I’m close again. Fuck James. Yes… pound
my pussy baby.

“Now!” He snips and takes my mouth, shoving
his tongue inside. Vigorously consuming me with steamy,
passion.

Oh my god! He presses a thumb into my rosette
and I lose it. I suck onto his thick tongue and shatter into a
billion pieces of climatic perfection. My body jerking, eyes
rolling back in their sockets. I float away, my body bursting with
tidal wave after tidal wave of lingering pleasure. Another pulse
shoots through my core and I come hard, my body bucking backward,
his arms steadying me, so I don’t fall. His delicious ridged dick,
continuously filling me in quick powerful thrusts.

“Emily, sweetheart.” Slowing down, he kisses
my cheek. “Emily, are you okay?”

I know he’s talking to me. But I can’t feel
anything except the overflow of desire and need, flooding my veins.
More, I want more.

Fill me, Papa Bear. I want to scream your
name all night long.

“Don’t stop,” I mutter, euphorically drifting
in orgasmic bliss.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” His tone is
gentle and sweet but I know he’s worried, it’s laced in every
word.

“I want more James, more of you, more of us,”
I whisper, hanging my head back, my arms draped loosely around his
neck. Aftershocks of my climax shooting sizzling pulses of rapture
from head to toe.

I never knew orgasms could feel this
wonderful. I am so relaxed. So fulfilled. So happy. Yet, still
desperately aroused.

Stilling his cock deep inside my dripping
pussy, I squeeze around him. Savoring every inch of him, the ridged
texture of his scar and the thickness that spreads me, filling me
wholly. The lock of my pussy, fitting his key of a cock, like it
was meant to be. My body built specifically for his.

“You’re sure?”

I nod, as his hands travel up my spine and
down again. Caressing every inch of my dress covered body.

“Here.” Bending over, he lays my back onto
his discarded shirt lying, in the sand. My hair splaying on all
sides of me. I hazily crack open my eyes and watch him with his
massive muscles looming over my writhing body, anxiously awaiting
the next slam of his thick dick in my eager core.

“You’re so beautiful.” He smiles
adoringly.

Grasping the bottom of my dress, he lifts it
and slides it up my body, helping me remove it. Leaving me in
nothing but my black bra. Reaching out to him, I skim over the sexy
age creases around his soulful eyes. Closing them, he sighs, and
cups his hand over mine, holding it to his face.

“I love you,” he confesses, kissing my
palm.

“I love you, more.”

Resting up on my elbows, I unclasp my bra and
toss it into the sand outside the heart. It’s completely dark out
now, except for the bright moon in the sky and the flickering of
candlelight dancing across our naked skin.

Kneeling, he eases his still hard shaft
almost completely out of me and runs both of his hands the length
of my body. Hardening my nipples as his fingertips graze over the
sensitive buds.

Delicately gliding his big hands up my body,
he stops at my mountainous breasts, squeezing the nipple, rolling
their hardness between his fingers. Milk bubbles to the surface and
I moan.

“I want to drink.” He licks his lips and I
nod, granting his wish to take whatever he wants.

Lowering onto me he captures my nipple
between his lips and sucks. Taking long pulls of my milk into him.
I caress the back of his head, as he jerks shallow thrusts into my
weeping hole. Teasing her. Tormenting her. Causing her to flood the
air with the thick sweetness of her arousal. Her wetness dripping
down my crack and into the sand.

“Mmmmm...” he hums in his throat, drinking my
milky sweetness.

“That’s a good man, drink Mama Bear’s milk,”
I coax him with a low satisfied moan, willing him to take more.
Take it all. Drain me dry.

Retracting his intense suction, he audibly
licks his sexy lips and suckles onto my other pert, sadly neglected
nipple. Easing the ache of my engorged breast. Extracting my
nutrients into his manly body. His blood flows through my veins,
and now my milk nourishes him. Just as his love nourishes my
soul.

Suckling harder, his shallow thrusts turn
into deeper thrusts and he begins to grunt, my breasts still
stuffed into his hot silken mouth. His tongue flicking the bud into
molten desire.

Suck them James, suck my nipples. Make me
come. I want to come baby. Fuck me harder.

God, I love cock! His beautiful, scarred,
perfect cock.

“More.” I wrap my legs around his waist,
forcing him deeper inside.

Squeezing my walls around him, he moans into
my breast, my fingers dig into his shoulders as he pile drives in
hard quick bursts into my wetness.

With reddened swollen lips he removes his
lips from my breast and looms over me, his hands planted in the
sand on either side of my head. His eyes latched onto mine as the
friction inside of be builds. The yearning I’ve had for him for so
long is finally coming to light. I get to come looking into my
lover's eyes. Coming as we watch each other reach climax.

“You ready?” His husky tone and warmth washes
over my skin, like a thick layer of hot fudge.

“Yes...” I hiss and that’s all it takes.
Anchoring one hand under my ass, kneading it, his chest pressed to
mine, he lets go. Howling, grunting and moaning loudly into the
air, like a feral animal, he ruthlessly fucks my pussy. Pounding
into me, hard and fast. Hammering her into submission.

Yes, yes, yes, oh god, fuck, that cock, oh
shit, yes, fuck me, fuck me James with that beautiful cock. God, he
is so deep I can feel him all the way into my belly.

“Come,” he demands, once again slipping his
middle finger into my ass and I bow my back, squeeze my thighs
around his thick waist and scream. Coming hard. Hard for only him.
My body tingling as he continues thrusting deep into my pussy, his
finger plowing into my ass, I jerk and writhe under his thick body.
Unable to catch my heaving breath.

“I’m…Oh… Mama… Damn...” he grunts, and he
humps into me one last time. Rears his head back and furiously
growls my name as he shoots his warm succulent come deep inside me.
Filling me completely.

Coming down from his climatic high, he gazes
down at me and gives me a long lingering kiss. Savoring his mouth,
I hold him close, his sweaty body wrapped in mine.

“I hope I wasn’t. I’m sorry, my love. I’m so
sorry.” Remorse saturates his words and he pulls himself from
inside of me. Leaving a hollowness in its wake. The aching need for
him to fill me tugs powerfully at my heart. I feel so connected
when he’s buried deep inside me.

“Don’t go, I loved that,” I reassure him,
sitting up, I crawl over to his body and climb into his naked lap.
Resting my hand on his dick, I lightly caress its semi-hard state,
my fingertips softly tracing the veins and swirling the remnants of
come from his slit around his thick bulbous head.

“I don’t know what overcame me. You can’t
look at your neck and shoulders. It looks like something attacked
you.” Running his fingers over my collarbone, I lean into him. I
love when he touches me. No matter how he touches me.

“I don’t care. I hope they last forever,” I
whisper, nuzzling my neck into his sexy cedar scented heat.

“I don’t. I’ve been so lost and in so much
agony. I guess I took it out on you.”

This saddened tone has got to stop. I loved
what we did. I wish he’d realize that. I love the dominate James.
The mark me, fuck me, talk dirty to me, James. It’s a fun new side
of him. A side that ignites hotness between my legs and butterflies
to dance in my belly.

“I love you. Take your pain out on me. I want
to make it all better. I want to fix you. I want us to grow old
together and we can’t do that if you’re afraid. If I didn’t want us
to do something, I wouldn’t let you. Do you think I’d give in? Do
you think I’d ever let you push me? You wouldn’t even come close to
that for me to ever have to worry. You’re the sweetest and most
caring man. Stop and enjoy us.” I talk soft and warmly, my hand
fondling his third leg into a hardened rod, laboring his breathing
in the process.

His head comes down onto my shoulder, kissing
it and he lets me stroke his thick cock. Up and down I commit every
single inch, bump and vein to memory. Each sensual touch turning
into him into a horned up animalistic sex god and he claims me
again three more times on the beach. Giving me one toe curling
orgasm after the next.

Struggling for air, we stand and I pull my
dress up around my waist and leave our rose heart, shuffling my
feet through the soft sand to the edge of the ocean, where the
water laps at the tips of my toes. My dress resting around my
waist, my breasts exposed and hardening in the faint ocean breeze.
I gaze over the star sparkled water, that’s illuminated by the
crescent moon and I relish in the most perfect night of my
existence. James, my James, has returned to me and we will be as
one. Together, never to be apart, ever again.