N. Walters - Erin’s Fancy

“Tell me.” He bit her neck as he continued to pound in and out of her. Her pussy was wet and full, and the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her until she could deny him nothing.

“I love you. I love you.” It rose up from the depth of her soul, and came spewing out of her in a torrent of emotion that she could no longer control or stop.

“Yes!” he shouted as he drove hard into her one last time. Erin felt him explode into her and then she was coming apart herself. Her orgasm shook her to the very core of her being. Abel slumped on top of her, releasing her arms and gathering her close to him. Her heart pounded against hers as they both gasped for breath.

Emotionally and physically drained, she lay there on the desk unable to keep the tears from seeping out of the corners of her eyes. Her legs slipped from around his waist and dangled against the side of the desk. She felt naked in every way possible, and she was too worn out to care.

“Don’t cry, honey.” Abel used his thumbs to wipe away the tears that fell from her eyes. “Everything is going to be fine now.”

She shook her head, unwilling to believe him. “Yes, it is,” he assured her. “How could you think that I could ever leave you?”

Erin still was not sure she could believe him. “But you’re going away,” she quietly reminded him.

Abel smiled the soft sexy smile that she loved so much. The one that made his green eyes smolder with passion. “You’re coming with me… if you want to?”

“I am?” she blinked at him in confusion.

“Yes you are,” he calmly informed her. “Then we’re coming back here to settle down. I figure we can have the wedding in a couple of weeks.”

Erin sputtered. “Marriage. Who said anything about marriage?” It was hard to follow the conversation as she could feel Abel swelling inside her again.

Cupping her breasts in his hands, he traced the hard nubs with his thumbs making her moan. “Marry me? I’ll make you happy.”

“Why?” she managed to spit out between groans.

“Because you make me happy.” He leaned over and flicked one of her nipples with his tongue. “Because we’re absolutely compatible sexually.” Closing his mouth over the tip, he nibbled it. “Because I admire and love you and want to spend my life with you.” He suckled her breast hard and Erin thumped her feet against the side of the desk, unable to form a coherent thought.

“Say yes,” he prodded her. “I’ll just torture you until you do.”

“What will you do if I say yes?”

She was moved to tears by the look of love and lust on his face as he answered her. “I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you.”

There was no way she could refuse him. “Yes.” Reaching up, she pulled his head down to her. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” As joy bubbled up inside her, she felt herself crying once again, except this time they were tears of pure happiness.

Abel traced her lips with her tongue, and gave her teasing little kisses. When he felt one of her salty tears on his mouth, he cupped her face in his hands and used his thumbs to wipe away the fresh tears. “Don’t cry, honey.”

“But I’m happy,” she wailed, unable to stop the tears.

Abel gave up trying to stop her crying and instead diverted her attention. “Wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck.” When she’d done so, he stood up and placed one hand under her bottom and the other around her shoulders. The motion drove his cock deeper inside her and she cried out in desire.

“I want you again.” Nuzzling his neck, she placed hot kisses down his neck before biting his shoulder. She then licked away the sting, savoring his salty taste on her tongue.

Abel leaned against the desk and got his balance for a moment before he began to walk. With each step he took, he drove his cock deeper inside her. The motion drove her mad, and she quickly found that she was totally aroused again. She could feel her inner muscles tightening and knew she was perilously close to coming.

Abel, the devil, knew it too as he sauntered towards the stairs. Slowly, he walked up the stairs, one step at a time. With each step, his cock thrust to the depths of her molten core. She was so close. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she tried to get leverage enough to move.

He laughed and pushed her back against the wall on the landing. She gave a cry of protest when he pulled his cock from her body, but he ignored her and went down on one knee in front of her. His long, thick fingers explored her wet sensitive flesh, before slipping inside her pussy. Her cream coated his fingers as he worked them in and out of her.

Burying his face in her pussy, he lifted her legs over his shoulder as he licked and sucked her clit. Withdrawing his fingers from her slit, he rubbed them gently over her anus, slowly pushing one of his fingers into the tight little hole.

Carefully, he worked one finger inside her ass. She could feel the tight muscles squeezing his finger, which felt huge inside her. It hurt slightly, but it was a pleasure-pain combination that left her breathless. With her legs spread wide over his shoulders, she couldn’t move away from him, and Abel continued to suck and tease her pussy as he carefully withdrew his finger from her ass before thrusting it deeper then it was before. Erin moaned as he continued to work his finger in and out of her behind.

“I want to be able to fuck that beautiful, tight ass of yours, baby.” He inserted the tip of a second finger inside her.

Erin sucked in her breath at the burning sensation. His fingers slid easily as they were coated in her cream, but the fit was still extremely tight.

“I know it hurts a little, but once you get used to my fingers, you’ll be able to take my cock.” Now, he had two fingers inside her ass. “Wouldn’t you like that, baby?”

“Yesss,” she hissed. Having his fingers buried in her ass was a complete turn on. It did hurt a little, but there was also pleasure. It felt so damned good. She was willing to do whatever it took to be able to take him inside her in any way he wanted.

She moaned in pain and relief when he finally withdrew his two fingers. Abel coated his fingers with more of the cream from between her legs and rubbed it over the puckered little hole. She found herself moving against his fingers, wanting them back inside her.

Abel laughed as he slipped her legs off of his shoulders. “Soon, baby,” he promised as he stood, lifted her up, and impaled her on his cock once again. Pressing her against the wall, he began to thrust his cock deep. Her pussy wept, she was so close now.

“Come for me, baby,” he encouraged her as he gripped her ass tight. He traced the cleft of her ass with one finger, before pushing it inside. This time her ass accepted him more easily. He kissed her then, his tongue thrusting into her mouth.

Erin had never experienced anything like this in her life. Her mouth, pussy, and ass were all filled by him. Totally out of control now, she bucked against him, needing even more.

Tearing her mouth from his, she grabbed his head in her hands. “Move,” she commanded. Running her fingers through his hair, she kissed whatever part of him she could reach. His chin, lips, nose, and forehead were peppered with hot, little kisses before she worked her way around to his ear and nibbled on his earlobe.

“God, I love your ass and your pussy and your tits,” he whispered as he flexed his legs and drove himself inside her. “I can’t wait until we’re married and it’s all mine,” he grated out as he continued to work his finger in her ass.

“I already am,” she whispered in his ear. “But you’re mine too. And I love the feel of your cock deep inside me, your finger in my ass, and your hard arms wrapped around me.”

Her words moved him to action and she could hear the slapping sounds as their flesh met, thrust after thrust. Tilting back her head, she clung to him as he pounded into her. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

Abel grunted and groaned as he rammed himself into her. Erin gasped, almost lightheaded as she struggled for breath. Her whole body was on fire, demanding release.

Erin didn’t know how close he was to coming, but she could hold out no longer. Crying out, she came with her legs wrapped tight around his waist and her heels dug into his hard butt. She ground her pelvis against his as hard as she could and pulled him close with her feet.

Abel slammed into her once more, gave a hoarse yell, and came in a hard rush. When he had emptied himself inside her once again, he leaned into her, propping her back against the wall to hold them both up as they struggled to recover.

A minute passed before he pulled out of her. She felt bereft without him inside her, but he scooped her up into his arms and carried her up the rest of the stairs. Stumbling into the bedroom, he tumbled them both into bed, and tucked her into his arms.

“We’ll talk to your brothers in the morning and fly out tomorrow night.” It was said as a statement, but she sensed that he was looking for her approval.

“That’s fine with me.” Wiggling her behind until she was settled comfortably against him, she sighed when his hand came up to cup her breast, and she drifted contentedly off to sleep.

It was both physically and emotionally harder than she’d imagined it would be to make herself step into her home early the next morning. Jackson was seated at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee, as he scanned a newspaper. He glanced up when she entered, and the look on his face quickly changed from one of confusion to one of anger as he noticed Abel behind her and the proprietary hand he had rested on her shoulder.