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  He began to rub the head of his cock over her slippery little puckerhole and then pushed at the coiled flower with a light force. Her muscles resisted him. She panicked, thinking the same thing she always did with Ted. A cock was too large, too hard, too stiff to fit and even if it did, it would hurt and she would want it out.

  “Lily.”

  Johnny’s soft twang cut through her self-induced fright. She was shaking slightly, quaking, on edge with nerves.

  “Lily,” he said again.

  She moaned, long and low, unable to do anything more.

  “I’m going to teach you how to make this pleasurable.” He drew the back of his knuckles just above her tailbone as she shuddered with bliss. “When I enter you, I want you to push back against me. Do you understand?”

  Lily whimpered, trying to make sense of his words.

  “Bear down. Like you’re going to the bathroom. Trust me. It will make it much easier and it will feel good. I promise.” He ran his hands sensuously over her flesh and down the sides of her thighs before rubbing his thumbs over the lower part of her buttocks. “Do you trust me?”

  Things that would make her die of shame and embarrassment sounded calming and reassuring when Johnny said them. She nodded into the blanket, deeply trusting so far in his gentle touch and erotic stimulation.

  “Good girl,” Johnny said approvingly.

  Lily felt herself melt into a sticky pool of honey at his praise. A current of excitement impulsively flickered through her and she raised her ass slightly, invitingly, wanting this more than she ever thought she would, her breath coming faster, her eyes fluttering. She felt more coolness, a gentle but firm stretching and she knew he was working more lubrication around the outside to her mysterious sheath. Then there was a mild but insistent pressure and Lily gave a small stifled cry, instinctively tensing, preventing Johnny from entering even a little.

  “Lily, my girl,” he drawled quietly. “You’ve got to trust me.” He gripped her hip with one hand and began to slide his cock in with the other. “Push back girl. Do it.”

  She felt powerless to disobey his direct command and pushed out with her muscles, feeling him suddenly slip deeper. She gasped, panicking and clenched so tightly around him he hissed.

  “And relax. Did I mention relax? You’ve got to relax.”

  As he said this, he brought his fingers around to her folds and rubbed at her little nub. It was swollen, hot and convulsing. Lily squealed, his touch sending a swell of intense pleasure bubbling through her pussy.

  “Oh shit Lily, you’re fucking perfect,” Johnny said again, his voice raw as if strained with desire.

  That wasn’t what she expected to hear. She pushed back against him, encouraged and was rewarded by a long groan of pleasure from Johnny as he slipped deeper into her, his pole supple but stiff, the pressure unrelenting as he refused to be thwarted by her this time. Further he pressed until he finally came to rest up to his balls, his hot thick organ fully embedded with an internal throbbing Lily could easily feel. He held still as she adjusted to the fullness, the sensation of his ample tool stimulating every inch of her narrow sheath. It felt good. Very good.

  He drew the fingers of one hand up and down her spine and then gripped both of her hips. “Now it gets better,” he said hoarsely, beginning to stroke into her. “Keep pushing back,” he hissed softly.

  Lily did and it started to feel incredible. Johnny gave her a series of short but insistent thrusts and then began longer, deeper strokes that rippled along the entire tunnel inside her ass. Fire skittered down her spine, a torrent of exhilaration rushing through her, washing over her in a tide of passion. His shaft began to feel amazing, so different than anything she had ever felt but just as good. Maybe even better, she thought as he pushed deeper, now rhythmically driving into her, setting a vigorous pace of plunging through her well-moistened walls.

  “Fuck! You’re so tight Lily. You feel so good baby,” Johnny exclaimed hoarsely.

  Could it really feel that good for him? Her thoughts gusted away in a storm of blistering fire as Johnny plunged faster, his tempo increasing, his shaft a hot, piercing rod of iron, scouring every inch of her inner friction. Rather than distress though, her pleasure increased.

  He continued to drive into her, the slapping of his balls against her slick buttocks punctuating the grunts and muffled sounds of pleasure they both made. Lily felt wet, wetter than she ever had, gel dripping from her pussy, staining the sheets, as she was caught up in the raw tactile pleasure of the act and the forbidden, salacious intimacy. She felt as if she could never get enough of his surging member, her body steaming, her mind floating in a euphoric cloud. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she began to jabber, caught up in an onslaught of arousal and a rising gale of rapture.

  Johnny suddenly let out a string of expletives as he thrust even faster, harder, his strong hands gripping her hips and then sliding over her flesh, drips of perspiration falling against her skin mixing with the mist of sweat which coated her back. His thighs were strong, slick against hers. She grabbed the covers and began to keen, bucking suddenly, her whole body on fire.

  “Lily,” Johnny groaned, anguished, as he began to shudder, fire racing down his spine, driving fiercely into his balls, his muscles momentarily rigid as he strained almost in agony before erupting fiercely with a shout. He thrust hard against her buttocks, jerking Lily to his loins while he spurted his hot white seed into her deep darkness, gushing pulse after pulse of creamy essence, twitching with each and every release.

  At the same time, Lily’s own delirium reached a pinnacle of fervency. The beginning of Johnny’s climax engulfed her in flames, a sizzling flare of ecstasy, her body heaving under his. It was too much, too staggering, too wondrous, simply unbearable as her entire body contracted into a tiny white-hot point of sensation and then suddenly exploded into countless stars, a shower of fireworks, as she convulsed, quaked and strained, her mind whirling, spinning, blurred and then she was flung into a deep black space where pleasure consumed her until she knew nothing and was nothing.

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  Ted set his glass of wine on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa and settled his arm around Lily.

  “I really missed you, darling,” he said to her. “It was a long week without you in the city. I’m so glad to be back here with you. I hope I don’t have to travel again for awhile.”

  “I missed you too, Ted. I’m so glad you’re home. It was quiet, too quiet, without you.”

  “You weren’t bored were you?”

  Lily hesitated for a half-second. “Of course not. I was lonely but I had plenty to do.”

  Ted was quiet for a minute and then said, “I see the new gate went up on the riding paddock. Do you like it?”

  Lily stiffened slightly and then forced herself to exhale, hoping Ted hadn’t noticed. “Someone Carlos hired worked on it for a couple of days while you were gone,” she said nonchalantly.

  Ted looked at her expectantly.

  She stared back, her mind reeling, and then it clicked what he was waiting for. She said quickly, “And it’s beautiful. The design is lovely. TLS. It’s just perfect.”

  Ted smiled and relaxed back into the sofa. “I’m glad you like it. I designed it just for you.”

  Lily felt relieved. “I know. And I really do like it, Ted. I love it.”

  “So,” Lily said after a few moments. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” She looked over at her husband a bit seductively.

  Ted met her gaze, intrigued. “Are you coming onto me, wife?”

  She got to her feet and looked over her shoulder at him. “That depends. If you come onto me.”

  Ted stared, taking in her unusual double entendre, instantly hard for her. He rose. “I’ll come on you, in you, near you anytime, doll.”

  Ted moved behind her, pressing his erection lightly against her. Instead of pulling away like he expected she would, Lily shifted her ass invitingly against him and glanced coyly b
ehind her.

  “Shall we go upstairs?” she asked. “I have something ... special in mind tonight.”

  “I like the sound of that,” Ted answered. “Lead the way.”

  She smiled to herself and headed for the stairs, her buttocks swaying provocatively as she walked.

  Ted followed her, smiling broadly to himself, feeling very, very glad he had arranged for the new gate to be installed while he was gone.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Tasha Temple is a former attorney who enjoys writing erotic fiction. She has been writing since she was a child, completing her first screenplay when she was just seven years old. She continued to write profusely throughout her childhood and into her adult years, including during her legal career. After she moved to Hawaii, Tasha decided to devote her complete attention to her true love of writing fiction. She now writes solely from her home on Maui where she lives with her husband and son and routinely draws inspiration from the beautiful Hawaiian scenery.

  Tasha is a hopeless romantic, devoted to love and happy endings. She enjoys writing rather extensive erotica, believing that the sexual aspect of romance is addressed far too superficially in many novels. Tasha feel that well-written sexuality is exciting to read and is too often overlooked in fictional literature for women. Tasha also enjoys exploring different genres with her writing and you are likely to find her crafting erotic romance in a wide variety of settings. She loves what she does and hopes that you have as fun reading as she does writing.

  www.templefiction.com

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