When high-school sweethearts Joanna Guelas and Cruz Forman are reunited over an interview, their once lost love flame is reignited. As they enter unexplored caves of satisfaction, they are thrown into the deepest pits of hells, with the flames of th...
"Surprise!!!!" Liv jumps out from behind the counter. She grabs me and hugs me tight. "Let's pretend I came here a week early to help you with your wedding preparations and not to spend time with my man." She says as she hugs me tight. "You knew about this?" I direct my question to Cruz as Liv lets go of me. "Surprise... I thought you needed someone... Other than me... to get you ready for the big day." "Our big day... Thank you my love." "For you, anything..." I pull him closer so only he can hear what I'm about to say. "Are you still planning to fuck me ten shades of Thursday?" "Oh, I fully intend to." We're sitting at the dinner table- Liv made calamari salad.
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It tastes SO GOOD. When she used to cook for me back in high-school, I used to bite my tongue and eat- just to make her happy. Now, ever since she's moved to Sydney, her cooking has been a delight. She told me something about her aussie boyfriend- Jacob, Joel, I can't quite remember. But he was the one who taught her how to become the culinary mastermind that she is today. We talk about the wedding.
"Where are y'all going for the honeymoon?" She asks, as she stuffs her mouth with calamari. Graham stares at her, lovestruck. Cruz and I look at each other dumb-founded. We still didn't even get rings, and we haven't even thought about the honeymoon. "Um... We're still deciding." He always saves me. "Good. Think long and hard about that. You better take care of my girl, Forman." "That's the plan."
Liv and Graham insist that they clean up- I hope they don't fuck on my counters. Even I haven't done that yet. When I enter my room, Cruz comes out of the bathroom- with only his jeans on, and his hands behind his back. He then throws the handcuffs on the bed, and they click together. The noise sends ripples around my body. I turn around and lock the door. He comes closer, and kisses me. "You're overdressed." "Well, we surely can do something about that, can we?" "We surely can." He removes my top and unclips my bra. "Umph. Voluptuous." He then takes off my skirt, and I'm standing with only my panties on. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him as he sits down on the bed. He trails kisses from my neck to my breasts. He tugs at them with his teeth, and my brain starts to short-circuit. "Surely, I won't make you come this way, or should I?" "Cruz...Please." "I love it when you beg, baby."
He holds them and slowly grazes his thumbs over my nipples in a tight circle, torturing each one so that they stand proud beneath his touch. I start panting and begin thrusting my breasts into his palms. He doesn't stop, but he continues to tease me so that I throw my head back and let out a long, low moan of pleasure.
"Shh..." He whispers, not letting up on the slow, sweet rhythm he has set for his thumbs. I quiver. "Still, baby, still." Reaching behind my head, he gathers my hair in one hand and holds my neck. Leaning down, he teases my right nipple with his lips, then he sucks hard as his fingers taunts its twin, gently tugging and twisting. "Ah! Cruz!" I groan, and I rock my hips forward on his lap. He doesn't let up. His lips tasting and teasing, his fingers tweaking and tugging. "Cruz. Please." I mewl. "Hmm. I want you to come like this." He whispers, as he gently and carefully tugs with his teeth. "Ah!" I call, and writhe on his lap, but he holds me still and doesn't stop. "Please." I'm breathless and begging. I am so close. "You have such beautiful breasts, Jo. One day, I'll fuck them." I'm close. So close. "Let go." He whispers. And I feel the earth spin on its axis. When I open my eyes, he's smiling at me. "I love watching you come, Jo." "I bet you do." I exhale. "I'm not done with you, yet." He wakes up, and throws me on the bed. He grabs the handcuffs and attaches each wrist to an ankle. "Don't pull, they bite." "Are you quoting fifty shades to me?" "Maybe." He has a sultry smirk on his face as he unbluckles his pants. "It looks as if your pants is just two sizes too small tonight." I stare. "They are, because of you." And his pants fall to the floor, revealing his cock.
Sweet Jesus, I can never get tired of seeing that.
He starts from my lips, to my neck, past my breasts, across my sternum and rib cage, horizontally over my hip bone, and then to my vulva. Seeds of sensation start to germinate within me. He flicks his tongue over my clit, and my eyes roll back.
"Mmm, baby, you taste so sweet." Suddenly, he is in me. He is holding my neck. In and out, faster and faster. I can feel my knees buckling. He stops, still inside me, and unlocks the handcuffs. He flips me over and fucks me from behind. He's restraining my hands behind me and grasping my hair with the other. "Jo! Fuck!" And he releases inside me, triggering my waves of fire. He pulls out of me slowly and turns me over. He plants a soft kiss over me. I quiver.
"Oh, my sweet, sweet girl. I love being inside you. My favourite place." He wraps his arms around me and kisses me as he pulls the sheets over us. "Was that...Unimaginable?' "So unimaginable, Cruz. You make me feel so good." "As do you, my baby." When I wake up, his arms are wrapped around me. I can feel his growing erection pressing against my ass. I wiggle, to see if he's awake. "Don't poke the beast." He mumbles, and kisses my ear. "Goodmorning." I laugh, and turn to face him. "Goodmorning." "Tomorrow is Rosaline's wedding. I was thinking of taking you, Liv and Graham. Like a double-date." "Uh. Yeah. Sure. Sounds fun. I didn't know that she's-" "Me neither." "Hmm. Let's go shower. You need a wake-up call." "I was thinking of giving you a wake-up call." "Is that so?" I lean down and place a soft kiss on his chest, my hair tumbling around us both, creating a red-hair haven. Emerald eyes gleam at me. "Starting here." I kiss again. He inhales sharply. "The moving down to here." I run my tongue in a wayward line down to his sternum. "You taste mighty fine, Mr. Forman." I breathe against his skin. "I'm glad to hear it." The words are hoarse in his throat. I lick and nip him along the base of his rib cage as my breasts graze over his lower belly. "Jo!" He clutches my knees as his breathing accelerates, and squeeze. But I squirm on top of his groin, so he lets go, and I rise up, leaving him waiting and wanting. I move down his body, kissing his stomach and his belly, my tongue slipping through his navel, then grazing through his happy trail. I nip him once more. "Ah!" He groans. What a sweet sound. "There you are." I whisper as I stare greedily at his eager dick and then peep up at him with a coquettish grin. Slowly, my eyes on his, I take him into my mouth. My head bobs up and down, my teeth sheathed behind my lips, as I pull him farther into my mouth each time. His fingers find my hair and sweep it out of the way so he can enjoy an uninterupted view of his future wife, with his lips around his cock. He tightens his buttocks, pushing up his hips, seeking more depth, and I take it, clamping my mouth around him. I pick up the rhythm. And, closing his eyes, he fists his hand into my hair. "Yes." He hisses through his teeth. I think he's going to come. I stop. He opens his eyes in shock, and watches me as I slowly move above him, then sink oh-so-slowly onto his bursting dick. He groans, relishing every moment. My hair tumbles over each naked breast, and, reaching up, he caresses each one, running his thumbs across my hardening nipples, over and over and over. I let out a lengthy moan, thrusting my breasts into his hands. I pitch forward, and kiss him, my tongue invading his mouth. Cruz. He moves his hands to my hips and ease me up off him and them pulls me down, thrusting up at the same time. I cry out, grabbing onto his wrists. And he does it again. And again. "Cruz." And the fire pools in my abdomen. My vision fading to black. My release triggers his dissolvement into to pleasure. He lays next to me as me struggle to catch our breaths. Fuck. It gets better every time. "I love you." He whispers. "I love you. I can't wait to be yours." "Baby. You were, are and always will be mine." "You think Liv is getting it thhe way I am?" He chuckles. "Probably not. No one is as good as me." "Ego-tistic today, Mr. Forman?" "Yeah, I'm good." "Good for me." "Good for you."
