ROMANCE: CLEAN ROMANCE: Summer Splash! (Sweet Inspirational Contemporary Romance) (New Adult Clean Fantasy Short Stories) (72 page)

“Diana, alright, I'm gonna marry you, you crazy woman, but I know that tomorrow you are going to regret everything that happened,” he said softly into her ear.

“Yippee! I'm getting married! I'm getting married!” she screamed with joy.

Ted led her out of the building to his truck and helped her in. He fished out his cell phone and called his manager. “Sean, I'm flying down to Austin, prepare the jet for me, I'm flying to Las Vegas ,” he said, glad for the luxuries of being able to have a jet at his disposal whenever he needed it.

He looked over at Diana, and she had drifted off into sleep. Maybe he should just take her back to the ranch house and let her sleep off her booze. No, she had challenged him right there in front of the whole bar, and he was going to take it by the horns. He made a number of other calls to make the preparations for his wedding at the 24hour Elvis Presley Chapel. Minutes later they were at the local airstrip where his plane was parked. He carried her into the plane, and soon they were on their way to Vegas.

“Are we in Vegas yet?” she mumbled drunkenly in her sleep as he looked at her milky cleavage, his cock growing hard in his pants.

“Not yet, honey. Not for another couple of hours.”

The pilot of his jet looked at him as if he had gone crazy as he carried the drunken woman onto the plane. She split her legs wide as he placed her onto one of the seats, and to his surprise he noticed that she was not wearing any panties, her clean shaved pussy barely visible through her fleshy thighs, and that was the most arousing thing that he had ever seen. His dick hardened instantly as he buckled her into her seat, and throughout the flight he could not stop thinking about how hot her pussy looked. He had to restrain himself from touching her even though she was dead asleep. At some point during the flight, she woke up and demanded that he take her to the bathroom, which he did. Without thinking twice, she pulled her dress up over her waist and relieved herself in front of him as if it was the most natural thing, and Ted felt as if his dick was going to explode with desire. She had the tattoo of a butterfly just above her pussy lips, and Ted found himself imagining what it would be like to sink his cock into her and make love to her right there and then.

“Ted, you have a hard on. What is the matter? Haven't you ever seen a woman taking a piss before?” she said, standing up and walking towards him without bothering to pull down her skirt.

*****

Diana could not believe what she was doing. She could not believe that she was taking off and going to marry a total stranger. Maybe it was because of all the bitterness she felt after what her fiancée had done to her, but there was also the fact that she had this really strong attraction to Ted. She felt that she really was in love with him. She had purposely let him watch her do her thing in the small toilet and now she felt a sudden surge of desire looking at his long thick erection tenting his pants. Diana did not wear panties when she was in warm climates, and she had noted the way that Ted's eyes had widened as she pulled up her dress. He seemed pleased with what he saw. She reached for his crotch and squeezed his erection with her hand as she pressed her body against his. She wanted him right then and there, and the heat within her folds was driving her crazy. Her vagina had moistened up deliciously and her clit began throbbing hard with arousal. As she began massaging his cock over his pants, she fused her lips onto his, kissing him hungrily as he returned the kiss. Her lips parted easily, allowing him entry into her mouth as his tongue began dancing passionately with his.

She pushed her hand into the waist of his pants and into his boxers to take a hold of his hardness. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, trembling when she realized that they could barely go around the whole width of the thickness. She wondered how it would feel penetrating into her vagina, parting her folds deliciously as he fucked her. She was trembling by the time that she started jerking the cock up and down, and from the way that Ted was breathing heavily, Diana knew that he wanted her more than she wanted him.

“I wanna taste your cock,” Diana said, pulling away and crouching down in front of him.

“Come on. There is a bed in the back cabin. Let's go there,” Ted said, pulling her to her feet and leading her to the back.

The tequila was still doing wild things to her head as she staggered behind him, not sure if she was drunk from the drink or from the intense desire she felt. As soon as Ted kicked the door shut, Diana pushed him onto the bed and went after him, immediately unbuckling his belt and then pulling his pants open. She reached for his boxers and pulled them down over his erection, her breath catching in her throat when she saw just how huge his cock was. It was so huge, it made Mark's look like a miniature, and Diana swallowed hard, because she could already imagine how it would feel like deep inside her. She lowered her face to his crotch and sniffed it in, the male scents going straight to her head and making her dizzy with arousal.

She wrapped her fingers around it and began moving them up and down on his dick as she lowered her head towards the huge dark head. Slipping out her tongue, she let it run over the precum that had pooled on the pink slit at the tip. She fell in love with the salty male taste immediately as she played her tongue over the head, licking it, tasting it and savoring it. She then began taking more and more of the head into her mouth, doing all the dirty little things she had always wanted to do with her mouth as she jerked the base of the cock. As a reward, Ted groaned his appreciation as he took his hands down to her head, pressing it onto his dick as she worked her magic.

*****

Ted sat up on his elbows and checked out the way that this voluptuous, beautiful woman was sucking on his dick. Ted felt as if she was going to drive him nuts, he was so turned on. Here he was, thirty thousand feet above sea level, getting the best blowjob of his life from the most attractive woman that he had ever met, on their way to their wedding. She sucked on his cock almost as if it was meant only for her, twisting her mouth over it as she took it deeper and deeper into her mouth. He felt the head of his dick slipping into her throat, and Ted knew that he was going to come in her mouth if he let her continue sucking on his dick.

“Enough, Diana, at this rate you are going to make me come in your mouth, and that would not be such a good idea because I would like to come somewhere else, somewhere deep within you,” he said, pulling her head away from his dick and then getting up quickly.

Within no time, he had peeled off all of his clothes, and then went ahead to help Diana remove hers. Without her clothes on, she was the most alluring woman that he had ever set his eyes on; the big bodied princess that he had been waiting for all his life. Pulling her into his arms, he locked his lips onto hers, kissing her deeply as his hands went to her huge breasts and began massaging them. Diana moaned into his mouth when he took her nipples into his hands and began pinching them and turning them around in semi circles, the peaks becoming hard with arousal. Diana was so horny, Ted could actually smell her arousal, and when he pressed his knee in between her thighs, he felt her wetness on his skin. It sent a thrilling message all the way to his dick and Ted discovered that he was actually shaking with all the desire that he had. Never in his life had he ever wanted something as badly as he wanted Diana right now, but he wanted to take his time with her, after all, she was going to be his wife even though she might change her mind when the booze finally faded from her head.

“Oh yesss!” Diana moaned as he moved his lips away from hers and lowered them to one of her breasts, taking her nipple into his mouth and beginning to suck on it.

It felt thick and firm in his lips, and as he sucked and nibbled on it, Ted massaged her other breast, while his free hand moved down over her belly, slipping in between her thighs. Diana parted her thighs a little wider, giving Ted better access to her vagina as he slipped his finger between her slick pussy lips. She was overflowing with love juices as his finger pushed in and began playing over Diana's clit. Diana thrusted her hips under his touch, rubbing her pussy over his finger hard and smearing his hand with her nectar. She was hot and liquid, and Ted could only imagine how his cock would feel inside her, the wetness of the love juices rubbing against his shaft as he drilled her all the way to heaven. He needed to taste her, to taste her sweet wetness and get to know just how delicious she was before he fucked her. Pulling his lips away from her, Ted began kissing her down her belly, sticking his tongue into her belly button. He then moved to the end of the bed and parted her thighs as wide as they could go. She smelled delicious, and the scent of her love juices went straight to his head like some fine wine. Ted lowered his head in between her thighs, running his tongue through her pussy crease, up and down the inner lips.

“I need you, Ted, I need more. Please make love to me, you are killing me,” Diana moaned, her words making Ted's cock ache with need as he lapped at her vagina.

“Not so quickly, Diana.  We will get there. I first wanna make you completely ready for my cock,” he said, burying his face back into sex.

He then sucked her clit into his mouth and began working his lips and tongue on it, flicking his tongue around the sides, as Diana rhythmically moved her body. She was hot for him and it only seemed to get him even more turned on. He pushed a finger into her vagina, driving it deep into her wet folds and hooking at as he pulled it out, letting it brush deliciously over her G spot. Diana let out a squeal, and Ted could imagine just how good she was feeling, and yet she hadn’t even fully experienced his dick yet. She took her hands down to his head, pressing it into her vagina even harder and smearing his face with her love juices.

“I want you to come for me, Diana, come for me before I drive my cock deep into your folds and take you to heaven with me,” he said into her pussy.

*****

Diana felt as if she had died and gone to heaven. She could not hold back the pleasure that Ted was giving her orally, and his finger had touched a spot within her vagina that she didn’t even know existed. He was practically making love to her in the most mind blowing way, and he had not even fucked her yet. His breath was hot in her folds as he encouraged her to come, and Diana was sure that she was just about to have the biggest climax of her life. She raised her head and looked at the way that he was sucking, licking and fingering her, the room filled with the scent of her arousal, and that was enough to send her over the edge. Her pussy muscles clutched the finger as she shuddered hard, climaxing like she had never done before. Before Diana knew what was happening, Ted got on top of her, in between her thighs. He then reached for her feet and pulled them up over her shoulders, pinning them at the sides of her head. She had never known that her body could become so flexible as he put her into a position that she had never been in before. Deeply in need to feel his cock inside her, she reached her hand down to his crotch and took a hold of his dick. Ted locked his lips onto hers, kissing her passionately as she guided his dick into her pussy.

The monster cock ground into her sensitive folds, filling her up in ways that she had never been filled before. She felt the thickness of the shaft pulling her sensitive clit into her pussy with it, and Diana almost felt as if she had just gone to heaven and she was being rewarded for being a good girl. Kissing her and groping her breasts, Ted began to pound his manhood in and out of her vagina, the friction of his cock against her pussy walls driving her crazy with desire. Each thrust was harder and faster, and the heat within her folds intensified. Just when she thought she had just experienced the most pleasurable climax of her life, it looked like there was an even more enormous one coming. Their bodies pressed tightly together as the heat within them increased, bringing them closer to heaven. Diana had never felt so deeply penetrated, and she knew that she had just found something that she was addicted to. She felt his dick stiffening within her, just as she burst out into the biggest climax of her life. Ted grunted, driving his dick as deep as it could go into her vagina as his huge hot load shot deep within her, filling her up as his juices blended with hers. She gripped his dick hard, milking it of all its contents.

They immediately collapsed onto the bed, as the plane started to go through some mild turbulence. Ted looked over to Diana and their eyes met in a loving gaze.

“Well, are you ready to do this Mrs. Diana Wilkins?” Diana squeezed his hand and nodded. Tears welled up in both of their eyes as their lips locked and their hearts became one.

THE END

The Billionaire’s Secret

              Chris nodded and smiled.  It was when I noticed the little dimple on the side of his mouth that my brain totally and completely froze.  I almost missed what he said next.  “Glad to hear it.  I hope to read some of your work soon.  I’m running quality control there, and I hope to get a sample of what everyone here has to offer.  Oh, and Andrea?”

              “Yes?”

              “Call me Chris.”

*              *              *

              Nothing beats a quiet night in with your favorite workspace.  My studio apartment has five large windows that go from my midsection up, and in the evenings, the twilight fills my room.  My laptop screen glows a faint blue on the heavy oak desk that stands in front of window number two.  I set the steaming mug of hot chocolate down on a coaster that says “Bob’s Café” beside it and settle down into the soft cushion of my swivel chair.  This is one of my favorite things to do, to take a long, hot shower, settle into my soft pink jammies, and to finish up whatever story has got my interest at the moment at work.  They say that work and play don’t mix, but not when you do what I do.

              I take a sip of the chocolate; it is the perfect temperature and a deliciously silky texture.  I look at my screen and scroll up a few pages to see where the storyline was taking me.  I was fresh in, and I was loving this one.  It follows a young woman on the search for her father, a captain of the royal guard who was set sail for Spain from England on a mission for the queen.  He was not heard from again, and she sets out to find him, except that because she is a young, buxom woman on her own, she cannot do this independently.  Throw in a little cross-dressing element and a royal letter of recommendation stolen from her brother’s lockbox and you’ve got an adventure.  The problem is, the ship she is on is wrecked, but she is saved.  When she comes to, she realizes her saviours are actually pirates and that she is now chained and enslaved aboard it.

              Terrified of her fate—for what else can it be but ship whore—she refuses to be amenable to anyone’s care, until she realizes that nobody is touching her.  I have just gotten up to the point where she realizes that she’s not going to be passed around the ship’s crew like a tool for use because the ship’s captain is quite taken with her.  I set down the cup, rub my hands together, and begin to type.

              Standing above her, he cut an imposing figure.  Easily over six feet tall, through his breeches, she could tell that his thighs were sturdy and well-muscled despite his leanness.  Why that elicited a shiver in her, Meg did not know, and she pushed it down where she could pay it no mind.  My, but he was handsome!  That cleft in his chin, the color of his eyes dark blue and stormy like the sea that was pitching and tossing the boat as if it were made of little more than kindling.

              “If you like me,” Meg said through clenched teeth, the iron of the cuffs binding her to the board behind the silken chair chafing at her delicate wrists, “why not just take me?”

              Captain Edwin sat down at the ottoman by her feet.  He leaned his face against the hand that was propped up on his knee, and the way he looked at her face made Meg blush, a heat spreading all the way down her chemise, unfamiliar but not wholly unpleasant.  When he spoke, his voice was a little gravelly, rasping against her auditory senses like rough silk.

              “The thing is, Meg, I never take a woman against her will.  I know, I know, it seems to be against the life we lead here aboard the ship, but there’s just something that doesn’t set well with me about forcin’ a woman to take a man like that.  That’s not what I have planned for us.”

              “What do you have planned for us?” she asks, not sure she’s ready to hear the answer, especially when Edwin’s face breaks out into a small smile and he gets up to reach the table behind him.  He lifts up a long, dark piece of cotton cloth and when he approaches Meg, she rears back in her seat as if he’s about to scald her.  As he ties the cotton cloth over her eyes, she kicks out and tries to bite him, but the deed is soon done.

              “You nefarious twit!” she cries, trying to scratch him, but restrained by the cuffs.  The space around her suddenly becomes filled with Edwin’s presence and she can barely breathe.  Say what you like about the pirating kind, but Edwin smelled of musk and soap, a scent delicious enough to make Meg swallow hard.  The beating of her heart intensified as she felt Edwin place a light hand on her ankle, beneath her skirts.  “Wh-what are you doing?”

              She heard a small chuckle at her ear and realized that Edwin was drawing his lips near her neck, brushing against her with such precision that when he spoke, his breath tickled the fine hairs on that particular part of her anatomy, causing a kind of aching feeling in her belly.  “I plan to make you want me, Meg.  I plan to tantalize your senses until you not only do not fear me, but beg for my touch, over and over again.  And when I give it to you, you’re going to ask me never to stop.”

              And with that, he tied the cotton cloth over her eyes, blocking her view entirely from light or the room.  Thrown into complete sensory deprivation, Meg felt a sharp shiver of fear climb its way up her spine even as a pair of soft, warm lips settled down on her neck.  The ache in her belly intensified as Edwin teased her neck first with his mouth, then nipped with his teeth, so lightly that a tingle began to spread, first to her collarbone, then her breasts.  She felt herself being gathered into a pair of strong arms and with a wild adjustment of positions, she was suddenly settled into a warm lap, her wrists restrained by her sides.  Suddenly, Meg understood what was happening, and it awakened something primal inside of her, a fear she could not control.  It was a good thing she was being restrained, because she began to struggle.

              The more she struggled, the tighter the grip on her wrists became.  And although she could not control what was happening to her, Meg found herself growing excited.  Disgust filled her at this realization, even as Edwin tied her wrists to the arms of the chair with rope.  For a moment, there was no movement, and then she felt the laces of her bodice becoming undone, slipping out of the holes one by one.  She felt her chest heaving, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, and she could picture the white cream of it rising and falling by the candlelight in the room.  She felt Edwin lean over her shoulder, felt the hard rock of his abdomen press against her back, felt herself bend at the waist as he leaned over and slid his hands up her gown, gathering the many skirts of her gown, bunching them in his fists.

              She felt her skin become exposed to the sudden brush of air as he slid her skirts higher and higher up her ankles, then past her knees and up her thighs.  Never before had she felt so vulnerable, never before had she known herself to be so at the mercy of a man.  She felt frozen at her core, terrified to move, terrified to speak, but there was something about the very wrongness of the situation that was causing her to feel alive, perhaps for the first time since her father had gone.  The hands reached over her body and spread her legs apart, baring her sex to the world.  She heard Edwin’s breath in her ear grow more harried, and she could not believe that it was her that was causing this, she, who had never had any interaction with men at all.  She felt like she was losing her mind.

              “Do you know what I see?” Edwin spoke in low tones in her ear.

              “Somebody helpless?” she spat, horrified that the image in her mind’s eye of him being able to see the very private parts of her by the clear lamplight made her feel so dirty and yet so good at the same time.  She felt the palms of his hands smooth over her thighs, grazing them lightly at first, then turning into rougher strokes; he had the callused hands of a man who has spent his life at sea, and those calluses bumping against the smooth cream of her thighs felt incredible.  His fingers danced like little spider legs towards her inner thighs, and then, much to her shame, he brushed the hair between her legs, triggering the sensitive nerve endings at the other point of the hairs, eliciting a moan from Meg that she could not help, that she hated herself for allowing to escape.

              “No, Meg,” said Edwin, and to her shock, he swept a thumb over the very heart of her, the puckered folds swelling into a plumpness that she was not familiar with, but he was.  “No, sweetheart, if you were so very helpless, you would not be wet.”

              “What’s that got to do with it?” hissed Meg, but the moisture between her legs gave her some indication of what he was referring to.  She felt him shift his attention to her bodice, lowering it until she felt that the tops of her breasts were exposed, her nipples barely inside the square of the bodice.  He moved his hands back to between her thighs and there was that nagging voice at her ear again, not allowing her heart to settle down even for a single moment.

              “I know you have no knowledge of men, dear girl, gently bred as you are, but let me tell you what I see.  I see your creamy thighs, and the gold curl of hair between your legs hiding your sweet little sex from the world; we’ll go back to that in just a moment.  I see your pretty little neck, tender, waiting for me to bite and to suck on, to make you squirm with excitement.  And oh, what’s this?”  Meg heard his tone take on a note of interest and his breath lower down to her collarbone.  “Well,” said Edwin, a smile in his voice, “this is just my favorite part of you, so we’ll save a little mystery for a while, won’t we?  It’s your tits, Meg, and it’s not that they’re not fantastic. It’s that they’re just hidden inside your dress for a little bit.  Now, some men want the whole package at once, but I’m not most men.  I know you’ve got a set of fresh little pink nipples inside of there, and I want to see them, but I want it to be when you’re so lost in the throes of passion that they pop out without my even having to touch them.  I want you to want me so much that you lose control of your dress, of your body, and your tits come bursting out as you burst all over me, again and again and again.”

              At this point, Meg felt her breathing become so shallow she thought she might stop the action altogether.  God help her, but pirate Captain Edwin was doing things to her that she had never experienced before, and he had barely begun touching her.  She tried to control herself, but the minute Edwin slid his index fingers in a frame around her sex, her brain narrowed to a focus on what he was doing and nothing else mattered; in fact, the blindfold seemed to intensify each sensation, even as he rubbed her on the sides of her sex and used his hands to spread her apart, her most intimate flesh revealed.

              “You’re going to discover yourself with your own hands, Meg,” Edwin told her, and before she knew what was happening, he had wrapped her hands in his hands and was directing them to her nether regions with a determination she dared not fight.  First, she rubbed three tightly held together fingers over the whole of her sex and felt the blood rush there.  Then, Edwin had her probe the outer portions until that funny ache in her belly dropped lower.  He then separated each one of her fingers and had her run it over the length of her slit, bottom to top until together, they hit the spot he was searching for the whole time.  He ran her finger over it once, and she gasped out loud.  He did it twice and the gasp transformed into a groan that was torn from her lips unwillingly.  The stroking began in earnest, slow at first to build her up, then increased to a speed somewhere between heaven and hell.

              Meg could hear a strange mewling sound fill the room and it took her several seconds to realize the noise was coming from the back of her throat; in just a few strokes, she had been transformed from a daring, yet gently bred girl to a woman bent over at her waist, using her fingers on the parts of herself she had never seen before that very moment.  And they moved together, syncing the flexing of their fingertips against her body until the intensity that had been building overwhelmed her and she cried out, doubling over at the waist and moaning incomprehensibly as the sweetness of her first climax washed over her, her breasts indeed spilling out of her dress, the puckered nipples freed at the very moment that Edwin intended.  She cried out again and again, scarcely believing that the name on her lips against the darkness that is all she sees is Edwin’s name, as he had predicted.

              I lean back and sigh pleasurably at my handiwork.  The sky outside has turned the color of pitch, and there is nothing all around me but the chirp of the crickets and the tha-thump of some far-off party’s music.  The remaining liquid chocolate in my cup has gone cold because I have forgotten it in the process and the numbers on the upper right corner of my computer screen read 2:30 A.M.  It is time for bed; the heaviness on my lids is telling me so, but I am excited by what I have just written.  I love that when Edwin takes her for the first time, she is blind and entirely at his mercy.  And my model for the sexy pirate captain?

              As if you even have to ask.

              As I scroll back up through the piece that is the turning point of the entire story, a blatantly naughty desire comes over me.  At first, I shake it off, but the temptation is just too great not to give in to; it’s also so entirely innocent that the idea seems to be a good one.  I hit CTRL F and highlight Edwin’s name all over the story.  And in the section of the little panel that comes up that reads REPLACE WITH, I type in the name Christopher Mellins.

              Just for kicks.

              And oh, when I read it over again, it is no longer Meg and Captain Edwin, but me and my boss, Christopher.  We are the ones who have been transported back in time into a land where we are not bound by the strict rules of professionalism; that last thought makes me sad, so I go back to reading the piece I have just written.  I think about the little purple and flowered vibrator I have in the top drawer of my bureau, glance back at the screen in front of me and know that it’s going to be a long, pleasurable night indeed.