Undeniably Yours (Bass Cole) (Torn Series) (9 page)

She tensed. “What condition?”

“You give me your body the entire time we are here,
day and night
. I want it available to me at all times. No one else gets to touch it, but me. Allow me to fuck my addiction of you, in your mouth and in your sweet cunt. I want sole ownership, Emma.” I withdrew my fingers and positioned the tip of my fat cock against her pussy hole with just enough pressure.

One.

Two.

Three seconds before she gave me a response, “Yes…”

That was it. One word was enough to lift me off towards Heaven as my dick drove and pierced into her with one hard, rough thrust. “Perfect answer, you are
mine
now.”

Even with all of her abundant wetness, I was having the hardest time sliding in and out of her hole. “Hell, Emma. If I had known you’d feel like this, I wouldn’t have let you go,” I muttered as I took hold of her hips and forcefully took her harder until my shaft was fully inside, filling her to the brim.

Emma was heaving badly as she tried to accommodate my size. She needed practice and I couldn’t wait until I could easily slide into her pussy without difficulty.

“Open your eyes and look ahead. Don’t ever tear your eyes away until we’re done.”

She followed my directions, looking ahead.

The Aegean Sea was dark and foreboding. Black, thick clouds rumbled and terrifying bolts of lightning lit up the sky. The thunderstorm was dangerous and beautiful
; Mother Nature at her finest.

Emma’s body violently shook as I pounded into her. When her head tipped to the side, she cried out, losing herself in the delirious moment of pleasure as I gave her ass a good, rough smacking.

“Keep staring at the tumultuous, thrilling beauty of nature in its rawest, purest, majestic form. This is what you do to me. You’re like a thunderstorm. This is how I feel about you.” Crazy. Dark. Volatile. Electrifying. All in one strange, beautiful combination.

“Bass, I’m losing it here. Just fucking finish me off already because I don’t think I can take this anymore!”

Without a word, I placed my hand around the back of her dainty neck, giving one last, powerful thrust that shattered us together.

Her pitched screams rung in my ears as her orgasm annihilated her and I rode out my own, seeing stars behind my eyelids.

The dick was sensitive after coming, so when her muscles gripped me hardcore, another wave of cream unloaded inside her pussy.

Our bodies quivered as my cock pulsated inside her. We were both panting heavily as we tried to catch our breaths.

Sex with Emma took the saying
out of this world
into another dimension.

Leaving a soft kiss on her shoulder, I pulled out of her at the same time that she happily sagged against me, sated.

Grinning mad, I carried her inside the house and went straight to her bedroom. Since we were both wet from the rain, I situated her at the foot of the bed before grabbing a towel to dry her off first and then myself.

Emma with her wet hair, swollen lips, glistening skin and that goofy grin she was giving me now… owned me.

Her eyes danced with mine as we eyed each other with pure wonderment—contentment—with this newfound world of each other we now moved in.

Simple moments like these were the best ones to remember. Never had she looked more beautiful in my eyes.

Touching her cheek with the back of my finger, I moved closer to kiss the tip of her nose. “I know we should shower, but I want to be close to you for a little bit longer.” I was becoming this sap that was so unknown to me and yet, I couldn’t help it. My need to be with her overruled and took over any common sense in me.

Now spooning in bed with my arms enveloping her, Emma broke into my thoughts.

“Bass?”

“Hmm?” I responded, holding her tighter against my chest.

She took a moment. “What did you mean when you said you wouldn’t have let me go?”

My fingers kept on stroking the side of her arm as I considered her question. Since we were starting anew, I wanted to be honest when it came to my feelings, most especially when it came to something about her. After losing her the first time, I knew I had to take better steps to ensure that she was well and satisfied without doubting anything when it came to where I stood with her.

“That last night in my bed, I wanted to tighten my arms around you and never let you leave me.” It sounded less dramatic, but each time I recalled that time, my chest would tighten up.

She stilled, peeking at me with a questioning frown. “What do you mean? You were asleep.”

“I wasn’t.”

She was now looking at me like I had just said the biggest lie known to mankind. “You looked like you were asleep.”

Looked…
“I’m an actor, Emma.”

Her blonde mane brushed against my chest as she slightly shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around what I’d told her. “But why did you let me go then, if you clearly didn’t want to?”

Ah, Emma, Emma, Emma… why ask questions when you aren’t prepared to learn the things that might trouble you? Her question weighed on me. I wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear what I had to say, yet as I stated before, I planned to be honest as much as I could without hurting both of us… much.

Expelling a deep sigh, she placed her head against my chest, listening to my heart beating as she waited for my answer.

Picking up a strand of her hair, I toyed with it while I reflected on that moment in time. “You needed me to let go of you at the time. Carter was in your life, but with or without him, I felt that you needed to find your own happiness. I didn’t want to sacrifice your happiness for my own.”

She kept still, figuring things out quietly.

We were lost in our thoughts, holding onto each other with calm silence before she spoke up again.

“So… a thunderstorm, huh? I don’t know how to take that.”

Shifting a bit, I kissed the back of her earlobe before whispering into her ear, “You simply struck me without warning.”

Smelling her had me beginning to get hard again. So when I started nipping her neck as I rolled myself on top of her, I was more than eager to oblige when she urged me on.

“I want you again, Bass,” she moaned, slightly parting her legs to accommodate me before guiding my semi-hard dick and aligning it with her entrance.

Her heat radiated off her and my shaft was drawn to it like a truly addicted animal.

“Emma.” Her name was rasped out of me as I gently rolled my hips and felt the head penetrate her, slowly expanding that tight band of slick muscle, stretching it wider to acclimate to my size.

I knew she was sore, but she didn’t stop me from taking her rough and hard. Trailing kisses on her face, a well of deep emotions ached in my chest as I connected with her in a whole different light. “Don’t make me fall for you, Emma.” I warned as I slid all the way into her, throbbing inside her swollen walls.

“You won’t,” she cried out.

She sounded so sure…

Kissing the side of her face, I then added, “What if it’s already too late?”

Pure Morning

Approximately two months later…

“Wake up, Emma.”

Her weekend away from me for the first time after eight weeks, bound to her almost on a daily basis, had made me miss her tremendously. She was enjoying London with her friends while I spent time in Paris. It was only a weekend.

Three days. Yet, those days were all it took to make me realize how much she truly meant to me.

She was asleep and I was waking her up the way she just liked it
; with the hard strokes of my dick inside her while I whispered sweet nothings until she came out of her sub-conscious state.

My beauty let out a soft moan when she became aware that it was
me waking her up while I worked in and out of her body, like a parched man. “Good morning, my love.”

A ghost of a smile formed on her lips. “Did you need to wake me? You could’ve just finished off by yourself,” she groaned, clenching around me.

She loved it… but each time, she feigned indifference.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I huskily asked
, going deeper into her depths while her legs opened more to appease our hunger. “We both know how much you love waking up with my cock inside you, Emma.”

Her face crumpled. “Do you have to be so crude in the morning?”

“Says the woman who grows wetter with each filthy word I tell her.” My brow arched at her, knowing how she truly felt about it.

When my hands went underneath and cupped her delicious ass, spreading her wider so I could go deeper, she protested. “Slow down.”

Since when did she want slow, anyhow? Ignoring her pleading, I started rubbing her nub in a certain way that would make her violently spasm around my dick.

Today was special and I wanted to start our day with a good, spanking orgasm to match the mood.

Twice, I made us come together—sharing the highs of what our bodies could achieve—soaring higher for completion.

I was brushing her hair off her face, holding it down before I ardently kissed her while gently rolling my hips, my dick still buried deep,
growing hard again each time I stroked it. “Kalimera, moro mou. Can you be ready in twenty? I want to take you for a picnic.”

Intertwining her arms around my neck, she pulled me closer, biting her lip. “Are you trying to romance your way into my heart, BC?”

I made a chortling sound, grinning with guilt before things got serious. It was what I wanted… and hoped that I was already in her heart.

I felt it…

In her kisses, I drowned, basking in her love. With every fiber in me, I knew that she felt the same as I did because this feeling wouldn’t be as powerful, as perfervid, if it was all one-sided.

Staring into our souls, her eyes led me to a door; a glimpse into what her heart consisted of.

It drew me in, enticing me—spellbinding—to surrender it all... right down to my heart.

Emma…

I was petrified and yet, I knew that it was time.

I leaned over and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead. “Twenty minutes.” I pulled out of her slick, moist channel, groaning loudly when the head came out of her tightened opening and holding back the urge to go for another round.

Helping her out of the bed, I planted her on her soles then gave her a meaningful smile as I slowly moved towards the door, still watching her. I paused before she entered the bathroom and called her out. “Oh, and Emma? To answer your question earlier, I’m not
trying
. I know I’m in there, just as you are in mine.”

Here we are…

Stepping forward.

We shall see how this story unfolds. I, for one, simply could not wait.

Lemons, you hear? Lots and Lots of Lemons!

“How did you find out about this place?” Emma excitedly exclaimed as she hopped out of the speedboat, landing in shallow water before striding towards the vast lemon grove.

I gathered our things before responding to her. “The locals told me about this place. They suggested that I should take you here for a picnic. The locals are diehard romantics and they want us to explore more of the islands… and each other.” Catching up to her with basket in hand, I then planted a kiss on her forehead.

The older generation believed in love…
kismet
they said was what I had with Emma.
So why waste time with circling around each other
, they’d asked.

Certainly.
Why waste time indeed
, I mused as I haphazardly set up the plaid blanket underneath a lemon tree before I went on my knees, opening the basket.

Emma stood before me, hands on her waist, halting me. “Let’s explore some of the island.”

My adamant muse. I grinned at her before getting up from the blanket. “Sure, let’s see the ruins. I was actually going to suggest that first, but I thought you’d be hungry since you skipped breakfast.” It was a habit that wasn’t beneficial to her. Food was an out of sight, out of mind kind of thing for her, and I didn’t like that one bit. Our work could be beyond tiresome and taxing at most times; I didn’t want her passing out because she lacked nutrition.

“You take such good care of me, Bass. I think I’d die of starvation if you weren’t there, always cooking for me when my stomach growls for some nourishment.”

I frowned at her, wondering why she wasn’t even nibbling on anything. “Are you sure you’re not hungry, though? It’s your favorite BLT sandwich, cold pasta and baklava, amongst other treats.”

“You’re such a worry wart. Should I be worried? I think we got our roles reversed here.” She laughed, clasping my hand with hers as we started to walk towards the other side of the island.

It was a decently sized, deserted place that Aspasia owners used for their lemon orchard. The scent alone was intoxicating, couple that with new memories to be made with Emma and I was a happy camper.

A regular July summer was scorching and today was no different, but the trees and the soft breeze made it bearable and less stifling.

Guiding Emma towards rows and rows of lemon trees, the citrusy smell gave a light and cheery ambiance as we weaved around to get to the ruined theatre.

One of the men named Nikos told me a story about a young man declaring his love for his woman, here on this very island, in this very theatre.

Their said their love lasted until their last breath. When the man died of old age, the wife followed three weeks after, dying of heartbreak.

Now, I wasn’t really into stories like these, but since I needed all the mojo to tell her about my feelings, it simply pushed me to do us both a favor and end my agony.

I didn’t think there was another hardship other than falling in love itself,
but Christ, how wrong was I?
I hadn’t expected how difficult it was to tell the woman I had spent most summer days and nights with that I was hopelessly in love with her.

There were a lot of instances where I could’ve easily blurted out those three words, yet each and every time, something held me back.

His name always surfaced.
Carter
.

It could possibly be because I was scared to know if she was still in love with him because, if she still was… I wasn’t sure how I could handle that at all. I mean
, we had been mostly inseparable. We had shared everything—from meals to showers—and to imagine her still loving another man while she was with me would seriously eviscerate me, inside and out.

What I felt for her was the real deal.
As scary as the thought of it was to me, there was no way other than forward; heartbreak or not. So I had to man up and face the consequences of falling for a woman who might love me.

Emma was worth the risk.

I hoped to God that she was also worth the pain, if this went sour.

When we reached our destination, most of my worries ebbed away and I was like a child on a Christmas morning. The sight of the ruins brought out my fondness and avid curiosity about history, different cultures and art. Descending down the stairs until I reached the time-weathered stage, I was transported to the books I had read about the Mesopotamia, Greek and Roman theatres. One of these days, I was going to drag Dimitris out to explore these Greek ruins with me. The man had become a dear friend after a month of being around each other. The Greek was actually a decent man, a lot like me in many aspects, which surprised me a great deal.

What I liked most was the fact that he offered an apology the moment he found out about my involvement with Emma. Now, who wouldn’t respect another man who wasn’t afraid to apologize and man up about things such as that? We men had codes. Even though he didn’t know about Emma and me in the beginning, it was always a given to say something to the guy she was involved with; that was, if you were a respectable kind of guy.

Walking a few steps, I stopped around the collapsed tip of the theater, staring after Emma who was busy doing her own thing atop the steps. “Amazing how acting started out like this. Crazy how it’s evolved, isn’t it?” My voice echoed around us, as if in a tunnel, leaving deafening echoes as it travelled through the air.

“It is,” she replied, distracted as she started to check out an area of crumbling stones.

Silently, I watched her a moment, knowing that this was the instant I had been waiting for.

Huffing out a breath, I bit the bullet.

“Emma,” I bellowed.

Her face contorted as she spun around, facing me. “What?”

“I’m so fucking, knee-deep, obsessively and passionately, crucial about forever in love with you.”

Her frown deepened, confused, “WHAT? I can’t hear you!” she yelled back with a hand over her mouth.

Damn. What a total, epic fail.

Licking my lips, I tried again, prepping my lungs to try it even more loudly than the last time. “I said, I’m falling in love with you!”

She still looked lost. “WHAT? You’re appallingly ugly to be with me?” She even gave a quick shake to her head. “That’s okay. I know I’m too hot to handle!”

She then had the audacity to laugh, heavy bellied laughs.

This whole time she had been fucking with me. And she thought she could easily get away with that?
Not in this lifetime, you won’t
. “Emma!” I growled, running in a flash, taking the stoned steps two at a time so I could catch the witch, but she was running away from me quickly, laughing at my embarrassment.

She was running and laughing past the lined trees, knowing quite well I could easily catch up to her any second now. Just when the picnic I’d situated came to view, I upped my speed and reached for the teal bikini top string, tugging it away, freeing those nice tits of hers. She was now running topless, shrieking along the way as she tried to cover her breasts with her arm, heading towards the picnic area.

Right before she reached it, my hand tugged on the strings of her bikini bottom, now fully freeing her from any scrap of decency.

I was smiling wickedly at her with my cellphone video rolling away, capturing this sweet memory in film.

“Stop that! I’m naked!” She giggled as she flimsily tried to take the phone away from me.

There was no way she was going to stop me from taking this video of her. Did she know that she looked like a breath of fresh air, smiling and looking at me with enough shyness and wickedness that it made my heart contract without effort? She was fucking perfect. For me, she truly was.

“It’s just us here. Now, be nice and smile for the camera,” I commanded while pushing us towards the blanket until we were sitting on it. Still aiming the device at her, I continued with my pursuit of happiness. “Now say, Bass, I’m crazy about you.”

Her eyes glittered, looking away before she bit her lips, blushing like a blooming bride in spring before she squarely looked into the camera. “I love you.”

Everything around me deafened as my senses aimed solely at her, the woman who had stolen my heart.

She loves me…
I chanted over and over again in my mind before the words finally sunk in. I made a hungry, guttural sound then shoved the phone somewhere and took hold of her lips, kissing and laughing. “You’ve made me the happiest man on the planet,” I declared, leaving kisses all over her face. “I’m so relieved to let that off my chest. I thought I was going to suffocate with it. I couldn’t hold off any longer.”

“I’m glad that’s out. I was going batty with it, too.” She barely got the words out before my lips devoured hers as I slowly reclined our bodies onto the blanket.

I took a moment or a few to admire her, looking at her with love in both our eyes. I felt open—FREE—but most of all, I felt blessed and lucky to have found someone so special and in turn, one who also loved me back.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, eyes roving over her.

We made love. Kissed. Ate. Made love again. Swam. Then made love all over again.

We had just finished mating like animals when Emma slowly slid off me. She rolled onto her back, exhausted, as I decided to whisper into her ear, “You look so beautifully wild and impassioned.”

Gazing up at me with pure, unadulterated passion that made me ache all over, Emma sighed. “You’ve turned me into a sex fiend, Bass. Always aching and throbbing for you.”

I smirked, cocky at my renowned skills. I studied my lover’s reaction to each touch and stroke. Attentive lover, I was, but most of all, when I owned a woman’s body, I fucked it like there was no tomorrow. “It throbs because I don’t give your cunt time to recover after orgasms. Usually, it takes a couple of days to heal, but I don’t give you that concession. I need it wanting, throbbing and pulsing as it awaits my return.”

Emma smacked the side of my head with her bikini top. “God, you’re so cocky. Don’t you ever get tired?”

“Hey! Don’t condemn the person who only speaks the truth.” I was trying to hide a smile, but it was hard to do.

She gave me a death glare. “Are you insinuating that my vagina is a Bass
whore
?”

Oooh,
I liked that nickname. A lot. Emma the Basswhore, more like it.

“Only whore to me and no other man’s, Emma.” She was definitely
my
whore.

Rolling her eyes at me, she tsk-tsked. “Yep, you are cocky, indeed.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent enjoying each other’s company. I brought one of my favorite aged paperback collections and read her a poem from one of my favorite poets.
A Lemon
by Pablo Neruda. Love poems through his eyes and words were more lyrical because the man had been a hopeless romantic.

Love cannot be fathomed or described by a person who hasn’t experienced the kind that people would kill for; the kind where people died weeks after the other’s passing. Experience was key to great knowledge and that man, to me, had it in spades.

In my mind, I named this the
Lemon Island
.

Lemons—the scent, the fruit, the color—would always be associated with this beautiful memory.

A symbol of a very important turning point of my life. Who knew lemons were going to be that significant to me? I smiled at the thought.